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[fishy_go_byebye]

Who: Delirium (fishy_go_byebye) and Legato (endthem) - OTA after that~
What: Crazy draws the Del~
When: Now! ish... Nowish.
Where: The prisons
Rating: This thread is not yet rated.
Notes: Actionspam and log both welcome.

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[endthem]

They liked to keep him crippled these days--either in body or in mind, depending on the day. Otherwise he always ended up hurting himself, they said. It was true enough, but he still found the logic somewhat backward. Maybe they were just possessive and wanted to do all the damage themselves.

Whatever the reasoning behind it, he found himself free to move tonight, but too addled to do much about it. He'd started out on his cot, but had somehow moved as far as the middle of his cell. He hadn't gotten much farther than that, however, before he gave up and just lay down on his back on the floor.

And so that was where he still was, without any real reason to move or energy to do it with.

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Del looked down at him from the ceiling, head tilting to the side in a birdlike manner.

Why was Pointy down there. He looked loose. Usually the loose ones held a foot in either land. Realm. With Despair, she meant. Maybe. Sometimes she lost her meanings halfway through meaning them and had to give a new name to the line.

Back to the matter at foot. A floorbound Pointy.

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First, there was Nothing, and there had been Nothing for a very, very long time.
Never had he been so cut off from everything until they had put him in this box, and that had been his entire world for months. No more irritating wonderful presences, connected to his mind in bushels of hundreds and thousands. All those lights had gone out when they'd first shut that door. It was like he had gone blind.

And then, all of the sudden, there was a very big SOMETHING, and it was staring down at him from the ceiling. The feel of it made his eyes fly open, deliriously, and he stared back at Del as if he'd just been dunked in cold water.

He wondered if she was really there.

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Of course she was really there. Where else could she be? He did, after all, call to her. He had for a while. It had just taken time to wander down. Sometimes wanderings were even more meandering than just a bit of streaming steam.

Del stretched on the ceiling, her hair short, pink, and in her eyes as she looked at him. Everything about her defying gravity.

"I thought your eyes ate the message, but I remembered that his sunglasses had to hide teeth."

[endthem]

He ran those words through his mind a few times, very lethargically, but they still didn't end up making any sense to him. ...He was only mostly sure that the incoherence was her fault and not his. Not a lot made sense these days... and even when it did, the clarity kept getting interrupted with whatever it was that they liked to inject him with.

"...What are you doing here?"

Ugh. Where his voice should have been smooth, it was rough and clumsy as gravel. He hadn't been doing much speaking lately.

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He sounded like the men that were larger than their world. It was nice, and Del drifted downward on gusts on nonexistent winds, clothes rippling in the opposite direction. Her shadow scuttled at his hand, tarantulas and velvet as it slid across his fingers.

"They took away what was and try to make what might have been without remembering the cooking time."

[endthem]

Hmm. The fact that some of that made strange sense in the back of his mind probably should have been as alarming of a sign as when it didn't. He flexed his fingers as her shadow ran over it, feeling numb. His whole body felt numb.

"They're... very good at taking things away."

--Or something. It made sense to him. Groaning a little, he rubbed his face with both hands, trying to pull his mind together at least a little more.

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Del stopped drifting the slightest bit about him, and then rolled in the air so she rest on her back to one side of him and his face-rubbing.

"We could give them lice?"

[endthem]

He found that suggestion very funny. He chuckled a little, and his mind went rumbling away on thoughts that compared them--everyone--to the aforementioned lice. Parasites; bloodsuckers. They were pests, worthless, plague-ridden, swarming, corrupting, disgusting...

It was time to try and sit up, now--first pushing himself up onto his elbows, and then...

...trying to figure out where to go from there.

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She watches him try to move, pale blue hair tickling her shoulders in a rat tail.

"Not the time warp. Maybe backwards?"

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He didn't understand at all this time. But, granted, he was focused pretty hard on the task of sitting up. He managed, finally, after rolling onto his side a little first.

Once he was properly sitting up, head wearily hanging and his balance wavery, he took a minute to catch his bearings before speaking.

"...I didn't think you would visit."

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She kicks her feet in the air before settling onto the ground with her legs folded beneath her.

"I got lost for a while. I missed your dream."

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"My dream..." He wonders if she means that thing with the pit and the spilling sand that he barely remembers. Back before the columns cracked and chains snapped. All of that carefully-arranged scenery has changed since then.

No, she probably meant something else, because he could have sworn she'd been there--tickling the back of his mind and not getting along with things.

"I'm glad you found your way back."

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"A sad place without blue." Why was blue always so important? It was a question she tended to ignore, these days.

"Next time, we'll have a dance, instead."

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"I don't dance." Slumping in place a little, he wrapped one arm around his stomach. The feel of the drugs tended to make him nauseous if he tried to move around to much. It reminded him of getting seasick on the ship.

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Del skootched closer, leaning down so her ear rested about hist tummy, listening for the waves.

"Neither did mesiah."