[imagine it is not-quite-evening at the moment and please also imagine it's still easy for anyone to notice a foot-high biped floating and bouncing around...literally
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[alpha district is nowhere near as horrific as metropolis, yet not as peaceful and temperate as wonderland, so nerves are a little more unnerved as he bounces past fancy-schmancy buildings with their shiny windows and pricetags he can't read.
the sunshine sure is nice to have, though (even if the sun is the wrong friggin color). and anyway, there were lots of words on display! even if his eyes perceived them as his own language, he knew it was a trick and dammit, he was going to learn this stupid generic planet-language.
...that was the plan up until he was addressed. his entire body twirled in the air on his descent, sending the ribbon whipping around his waist a couple times as he gawks at the..........whatever-kinda-biped that was seated so nearby.
he descents to a crouch, his eyes never ever leaving the doctor. ohdearohdearohdear...]
and hard to break jsyknottheheadFebruary 27 2011, 02:29:24 UTC
[words words words man he has got to learn this language and save himself a million heart attacks.
wait.
'oo' "you"...he knows "you" is you. and he knows a few 'auh' sounds but...none that connect. so chey's face remains stuck on a happy blend of fear and concern, trying to puzzle out meaning from the smoke and the tone of voice - was smoke a bad thing?!]
( Tavros has been trying to venture out of his hive Bungalow more and more, but with one severed leg and a general aversion to... well, everything, he seldom goes beyond his own district. If only he had his old wheelchair, navigating the city would be a lot easier-
Thunk. Oh, would you look at that? Was there any wish Splendor couldn't grant?
And so it was that, newly mobilized, the troll set out to explore. It was still light out, but he didn't care; after all, it wasn't unbearably bright. Besides, he could move! As much as Tavros would have liked to walk, the wheelchair was familiar to him, and he was happy to make do until he could get his leg fixed.
Unfortunately, Tavros was so happy to be going someplace that he hardly even noticed someone bouncing along not too far away- or that he was heading right for him. )
[chey has like...no-wheel drive when it comes to steering himself. short of learning to parasail. but that didn't do much when there wasn't a breezy ocean breeze in his favor.
so chey can do very little but scream in his dog-whistle octave as he sees his doom come nigh in the shape of a horrific, half-metal nightmare carriage of death while he slowly descends from another moon hop.
it's like the matrix for pathetic creatures and it's really pathetic, especially as his cycling feet hit those metal knees. leverage! he bounces backward, windmilling in the air, totally not seeing where he was going.
he bumps a palm tree and his arms immediately proceed to scrabble for handholds, clutching the clutchable bark and gawking in terror at the thing he was about to be eaten by most definitely.
you'll have to imagine his horror because all his horrified icons are locked thanks lj.]
( Oh Gog what is that?! Was there even anything there?!
Tavros gasps and grips the wheels of his chair so tight that his hands scrape as he skids to a halt. He could have sworn that he saw something hit his knee for a second; but whatever it was, it was gone as soon as it came. For all he knew, it could have been an insect or a small animal. And he could have killed them!
Tavros really had to be more careful with these things. That was how Tinkerbull...
No. Best not to think of that one. He'd just have to make sure he didn't get carried away. )
Uhhhh...
( But Tavros couldn't shake the feeling that something was there; so, even though it's hard to hop, he stands up from his wheelchair and tries to take a better look around. )
Uuhh, h-hello? Is, uhh... is somebody here?
( You know, like a bird? Or a bug? Or a fai- no, probably not. Tavros could already hear Karkat screaming at him about his girly fairy tales... )
[oh no now it was getting up it was like a transformer or something but chey doesn't know what transformers are so it's even worse. he stays ever-so-still with big eyes unblinking, watching with mounting horror as the wheel-thing looks around.
blend into the environment, chey. it's not like you're wearing bright-ass green clothes or anything at the moment.]
man sailing was so awesome for all of five seconds before some giant man-leg came in the way and threatened his life. he bumped said leg and immediately began escape mode. tiny, scrabbling fingers clutched the fabric until his feet could plant and push himself away...
...to get blown back against the leg again thanks wind clearly you want him to die.]
[OH LIKE HE EVEN KNOWS it's one bigass hedge and there are like a million little things to stand on and SURE it's...odd...that one of them is more secure than the others but chey is trying very very hard to give this place a chance, okay.
A HEDGE CANNOT PUT HIS LIFE IN PERIL. IT JUST CAN'T.
so chey rolls with it and resumes collecting leaves ever so busily.
[This is one of those rare moments when the dragon simply sits and EVERYTHING THE LIGHT TOUCHES IS HIS KINGDOM
or he just contemplates. He's more prone to Thinking Thoughts as of late. So much that he doesn't make much of the sudden extra weight on one side of his head, simply wobbling it lightly.
SO TO GET THIS THREAD GOING he sneezes five minutes later]
no not really but he does like bounce up a zillion (4) feet in the air, shrilling in that high tone, arms flailing wildly in horror, scrabbling for something to climb up to safety with, but...it's a hedge, man. and the nearest tree ain't near enough for little limbs.
hi i can't log out of shin's account so have some new cralegmanFebruary 27 2011, 03:04:04 UTC
[after getting frustrated at how everything in his assigned housing was completely nonfunctional for some bizarre reason, Shin had given up on his attempts for a glass of water there and taken to jogging all over the city instead. because that was the logical reaction.
he was still not quite accustomed to the oddities of this new training ground, but being one to take things in stride most things were taken in without so much as a blink of the eye. still, a tiny person flitting about was rather intriguing...
so Shin follows the thing's flightpath and, at the next bounce, crouches before him with mild curiosity.]
...Were you always this small?
[because APPARENTLY THIS IS HIS PRESSING CONCERN RIGHT NOW.]
JAM IS THAT YOU IN A JOCK'S BODYnottheheadFebruary 27 2011, 03:09:02 UTC
[there is really no stock in aimlessly minding your own business, is there. chey was doing just that, wondering about a lacy thing he saw on a windowsill earlier, whether he could do something like that whenOH GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING THUNDERING FEET AND PANTING SOUNDS AN--GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
chey fails, losing altitude and floating harmlessly into the dirt, hands covering his head in full on Don't Hit Me mode.]
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[And his mind just got blown. Look at how small you are, Chey!]
...what... are you trying to do?
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the sunshine sure is nice to have, though (even if the sun is the wrong friggin color). and anyway, there were lots of words on display! even if his eyes perceived them as his own language, he knew it was a trick and dammit, he was going to learn this stupid generic planet-language.
...that was the plan up until he was addressed. his entire body twirled in the air on his descent, sending the ribbon whipping around his waist a couple times as he gawks at the..........whatever-kinda-biped that was seated so nearby.
he descents to a crouch, his eyes never ever leaving the doctor. ohdearohdearohdear...]
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[He takes a sloooow drag off his cigarette and blows out a skull-shaped smoke cloud.]
You're certainly not human.
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wait.
'oo' "you"...he knows "you" is you. and he knows a few 'auh' sounds but...none that connect. so chey's face remains stuck on a happy blend of fear and concern, trying to puzzle out meaning from the smoke and the tone of voice - was smoke a bad thing?!]
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Thunk. Oh, would you look at that? Was there any wish Splendor couldn't grant?
And so it was that, newly mobilized, the troll set out to explore. It was still light out, but he didn't care; after all, it wasn't unbearably bright. Besides, he could move! As much as Tavros would have liked to walk, the wheelchair was familiar to him, and he was happy to make do until he could get his leg fixed.
Unfortunately, Tavros was so happy to be going someplace that he hardly even noticed someone bouncing along not too far away- or that he was heading right for him. )
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so chey can do very little but scream in his dog-whistle octave as he sees his doom come nigh in the shape of a horrific, half-metal nightmare carriage of death while he slowly descends from another moon hop.
it's like the matrix for pathetic creatures and it's really pathetic, especially as his cycling feet hit those metal knees. leverage! he bounces backward, windmilling in the air, totally not seeing where he was going.
he bumps a palm tree and his arms immediately proceed to scrabble for handholds, clutching the clutchable bark and gawking in terror at the thing he was about to be eaten by most definitely.
you'll have to imagine his horror because all his horrified icons are locked thanks lj.]
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Tavros gasps and grips the wheels of his chair so tight that his hands scrape as he skids to a halt. He could have sworn that he saw something hit his knee for a second; but whatever it was, it was gone as soon as it came. For all he knew, it could have been an insect or a small animal. And he could have killed them!
Tavros really had to be more careful with these things. That was how Tinkerbull...
No. Best not to think of that one. He'd just have to make sure he didn't get carried away. )
Uhhhh...
( But Tavros couldn't shake the feeling that something was there; so, even though it's hard to hop, he stands up from his wheelchair and tries to take a better look around. )
Uuhh, h-hello? Is, uhh... is somebody here?
( You know, like a bird? Or a bug? Or a fai- no, probably not. Tavros could already hear Karkat screaming at him about his girly fairy tales... )
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blend into the environment, chey. it's not like you're wearing bright-ass green clothes or anything at the moment.]
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Huh? What's this?
[He stares down at Chey and his semi-sailboat cape.]
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man sailing was so awesome for all of five seconds before some giant man-leg came in the way and threatened his life. he bumped said leg and immediately began escape mode. tiny, scrabbling fingers clutched the fabric until his feet could plant and push himself away...
...to get blown back against the leg again thanks wind clearly you want him to die.]
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Uh... yo? You alright?
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chey freezes and waits...waits for some form of violence to follow those words that were so...uh. so...not...threatening?
...well okay maybe he can slowwwwly crane his head up to peer up at the owner of the leg.
nice view of the shirt and his nostrils, i guess.
staring ensues.]
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A HEDGE CANNOT PUT HIS LIFE IN PERIL. IT JUST CAN'T.
so chey rolls with it and resumes collecting leaves ever so busily.
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or he just contemplates. He's more prone to Thinking Thoughts as of late. So much that he doesn't make much of the sudden extra weight on one side of his head, simply wobbling it lightly.
SO TO GET THIS THREAD GOING he sneezes five minutes later]
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no not really but he does like bounce up a zillion (4) feet in the air, shrilling in that high tone, arms flailing wildly in horror, scrabbling for something to climb up to safety with, but...it's a hedge, man. and the nearest tree ain't near enough for little limbs.
so down he starts to go......]
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he was still not quite accustomed to the oddities of this new training ground, but being one to take things in stride most things were taken in without so much as a blink of the eye. still, a tiny person flitting about was rather intriguing...
so Shin follows the thing's flightpath and, at the next bounce, crouches before him with mild curiosity.]
...Were you always this small?
[because APPARENTLY THIS IS HIS PRESSING CONCERN RIGHT NOW.]
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chey fails, losing altitude and floating harmlessly into the dirt, hands covering his head in full on Don't Hit Me mode.]
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I asked, were you always this small? Although, upon closer examination, you don't seem to be human anyway.
[the real question is DO THEY PLAY FOOTBALL WHERE YOU'RE FROM]
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the cowering continues about a good 45 seconds longer after the interrogating stops and chey peeks up through his fingers.
why......]
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