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[biiowiired]

Characters: The Helmsman / The Ψiioniic (OU) [OPEN]
Date: Oct 05
Format: Whatever; i will action spam unless told not to :P
Content Warnings: none?
Summary: Helmsman exploring the city during off hours.

It gets chilly in the early morning. This is the quietest time, after the nocturnal have gone to sleep, and before the diurnal wake. He is wrapped in one of his friend's cloaks. The smell is comforting.

The Helmsman scheduled his navigational tasks later to allow his body to recover from his arrival. It is a considerably more calm and stable Helmsman who floats above the city and its outskirts, collecting visual data. What good is a helmsman system if it cannot map out the surrounding area? He is here because of duty and programming, not curiosity.

Still, it disturbs him that there are no stars. Yes, he was kept in a ship's navigational block for ages, and is still anxious about going outside. But half that time his head was filled with visual input of stars as he drove the Empress's battleship. By them, he always knew exactly where in the galaxy he was.

The caverns are brooding and primal. Thoughts of predators and stony, enclosed spaces fill his mind. Unsettling. He's not sure why. He'll leave exploring the outlying labyrinths for another time.

(He may or may not be wearing knitted wool cozies for his biowires. He was asked to wear them in the cold, okay?!)

Comments

[whomheloved]

By now Disciple is used to the Helmsman leaving the hive to go exploring, and she knows it's a good thing, a sign of him showing interest in more than just returning to his ship or obeying commands. In a way he's carving out his own little place in this new world, and that's not something she can ever object to.

But it doesn't stop her worrying. He may be the strongest psionic in existence but he's also her dear, dear friend who's been through hell and back, and so...she can't quite help it if sometimes she climbs onto the roof to wait for him to come back, or, more rarely, follows him quietly just to keep an eye on him. She may not be able to hug him yet, but she can still keep him safe, and so what if she'll fall asleep on Signless in the middle of the day later on.

[biiowiired]

[Probably for the best, considering he's gotten into one fight already. She is so quiet, an expert at tracking things, that he hasn't noticed her until now. It is only by the advantage of being airborne that he sees someone darting after him below. He envelops himself in a thin psionic shield before hovering down. Just in case it's not her.]

...Uther Di?

[whomheloved]

Hello, Psii.

[Her voice is soft and welcoming when he finally floats down to join her, a small smile on her face. She'd been sure he'd notice her sooner or later - he always used to, even back then when she'd try sneaking up on him to pounce.]

Have you been exploring our new home? It's interesting down here, isn't it?

[biiowiired]

[He dispenses with the shield immediately. His shoulders relax and his face becomes calm. He may not fully realize it, but he is glad of her company.]

There are many areath to collect navigational data.

[He looks up at the cave ceiling though, troubled.]

Thythtem cannot find thuitable openingth to obtherve athtronomical activity.

I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD GET THEM TOGETHER RIGHT NOW

[blitzkriegd]

Ever since he had been released from the hospital for a second time, England decided he was better off alone. He stayed away from his given room, preferring to sleep outside, or not at all. Even Stein refused to go through with the vivisecting for some strange reason, and that ruined what fun England had left here. He was in a dismal state. He had no confidence and no desire to help Darstone. So, right now, he was stuck and constantly looking for a way to get back home.

The only thing that kept England going was the thought that raising enough money would get him a better house, or perhaps even higher up in society. His main goal was to go back to his world, but that couldn't be done if he just sat around and twiddled his thumbs. He pretended to be useful. The other day, he'd gone on a quest for the chief of police and slayed a weird parrot monster just to earn a bit more cash. England did this only for himself, and he planned on performing more quests that would give him money.

That morning, he was near the docks, wondering if he could fulfill a quest that was somehow related to a ship. Although he couldn't swim, England loved the water, loved sailing. He watched a barge float by, wrapped in a heavy coat with the brim of his hat covering his eyes and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Ships should be able to see the sky, he thought with an air of disgust. What a waste.

OH BABY

[biiowiired]

[Helmsman was interested in the ships, too. He wanted to ask their captains if they had any oceanic maps to contribute to the database he was building. So, when he saw a lone figure watching ships at the dock, he wondered if perhaps he was a captain in off-duty civilian clothes. The need to gather information directly related to his duties prompted him to engage the stranger. After a few false starts, he finally, shyly floats over.]

Greetingth. Ith uther tracking aquatic vethelth?

UNF

[blitzkriegd]

[England starts momentarily, letting out a sharp yelp in surprise. ahhh! he had been so into the mood that he hadn't been paying attention to much else. he quickly turned to face the... ah! one of those grey people with horns! another troll?]

Goodness, man! You scared me! [he clutches at his heart, feeling it beat rapidly]

[biiowiired]

Thythtem apoligitheth for upthetting uther.

[Oh no! Why does he freak out users, why can't he do anything right??]

[fieldtrip]

Toph is out in a remote part of the city, high up some of the cliff-like protrusions along the wall making jagged steps up from the floor to the cavern ceiling. It's a shadowed section, a single shaft of light filtering through the earth above to cast a dusty glow.

She, of course, doesn't notice, and is trying to take some time to herself away from everything. It's been harder than she wants to admit to be here on her own, without any of her friends from home. Toph had come to rely on them in a way she didn't want to rely on anyone, but she did genuinely care, and miss them. She couldn't deny that.

She's slumped forward onto a ledge overlooking the city, arms folded and head resting atop them, looking more like a child than she ordinarily seems. A distracted sigh-- everything lately has been... wait.

What was that? Was that a noise? She didn't feel anyone, but it wasn't like she was omniscient.

"Is someone there?" she asks cautiously, straightening up and turning her head to aim her ears in different directions. She can't feel the Helmsman, as he's flying, but she's very sensitive to sound, and maybe he'd made some noise that she could detect, or briefly touched the rock and then flitted away again.

[biiowiired]

[His cloak flutters slightly in the breeze, and yes, sometimes he reaches out biowires to briefly touch different rock formations. He didn't think that would bother anyone in the vicinity. He floats a little closer to speak.]

Greetingth. Thythtem apologitheth for dithtrething uther. Input uthername?

[fieldtrip]

[She doesn't start, as she'd been half-expecting there to be someone, but she does go tense. To her it feels like a ghost, fading in and out of her 'sight' on and off, and then speaking to her while invisible. She's aware he's probably just flying, but it's still a creepy effect to her. It makes Toph uncomfortable.

She tries to bluster through it.] My username? If you mean just my name, it's Toph. [Yeah, she's never used a computer before. Ever.] Who are you and what are you doing fluttering around?

[biiowiired]

Uthername "Toph" thtored.

Thythtem ith gathering navigational data. It ith nethethary to record cave formationth...

[Her eyes are strange. He lifts one of his biowires and slowly moves it back and forth. Getting no reaction, he tentatively waves it closer to her face.]

Ith uther Toph able to retheive vithual input?

/casually combo breaks

[faker]

[Nepeta had made a habit of being out of her assigned room and exploring the city as much as she possibly can - it's partially a genuine desire to see everything this new place has to offer and partially a fear of sleeping so close to strangers. she knows they aren't trolls and wouldn't understand what she was hiding even if they saw, but Equius' reaction had reaffirmed her need to keep things under wraps. there was no need to be careless and let something slip.

this morning she's gone through Frogtown to walk along the edges of the safe part of the Teyn, grateful for her bright red capelet more than ever with the light chill. every now and then she'll stop and lightly dip her hands into the water, thoughtfully watching the ripples spread across the tranquil surface.

she doesn't regret her life one bit, but Nepeta can't stop the longing to dive into the water just once. maybe someday, but not now. all she could do was look and watch now.]

[biiowiired]

[He is nervous about approaching the waters, and he's not sure why. It's more than just the chance of lake monsters. But, if he were to encounter troll royalty here, is that not normal for being the Condece's Helmsman?

[That red cape catches his eye as he surveys above. He is both frightened and intrigued by that color. He approaches the troll who turns out to look, oddly enough, very much like the user Disciple.]

Helmthman Thythtem mutht issue a warning to uther contherning the underwater fauna. Data hath indicated a high level of danger in areath clothe to the water.

[faker]

[Nepeta is a little startled by the sudden approach of someone else, but it doesn't show besides a brief stilling of motions. she likes to think she's become rather good at hiding when she's thrown off, all things considered.

the surprise doesn't last long as she turns to see who's speaking, her expression melting into a small smile. she has a sneaking suspicion that this is the same odd person she spoke with over the network, but who could be sure? there might be a lot of weird people with the same speech patterns in this city.]

Really? That's too bad, it looks so imclawsibly peaceful out here right now.

[she sighs a little, then brightens up again]

But you don't need to worry about me! I used to live by the beach, so I know not to go wading into funny waters.

[biiowiired]

[He's met only one user with those cute puns. Ah yes, how could he forget? Though they had spoken with text, she had greeted the network first with video.]

Uther Nepeta identified. Doeth uther Nepeta potheth information about thith area?

[He's wants to beef up his maps.]

oh hay we can finally meet without having a freakout can we?

[likeabos]

Helmsman wasn't the only one who was having a hard time getting a good feel for the place. As uncomfortably peaceful as this was compared to his own Alternia, The Summoner just couldn't find himself feeling at ease in a land with no sky.

It did not help that, despite having taken up residence in Darstone for quite a few weeks now, he barely knew anyone. Of course, he had heard a lot of familiar names, and has come to meet many of his own race in this land. But it felt odd knowing that despite that, there was no one here that he actually knew personally before his arrival.

So many of the days he spent his time wandering along the streets. Getting to know the land and territory. In fact, he spent so much more time out exploring then he did in his own Hive quarters that he had practically known about every damn street and alleyway the city had.

Perhaps one of these days he may actually just take his time to leave and go exploring past the gates for a bit?

Whatever.

His thought wasn't even on those things at the moment. No, he was too busy staring at the other dude who happened to be flying above him.

Someone else asides from him taking up the air in this cave-land? Go figure!

He's just... going to slowly and cautiously close in on you. He's curious okay? He wants to know who this hooded dude is.

Indeed, but not before he's made sure dat ass ain't hostile

[biiowiired]

[Get close enough, he might be able to see two sets of horns poking out of his hood. But the Helmsman can't help noticing the only other air traffic, and turns to recognize him...

[That violent troll who barged in and scared the shit out of him. Uh uh. NOPE. He surrounds himself in a thin shield just in case. His fear is enough to make his voice quaver a little.]

Pleathe thtate uther'th buthineth in thith area.

GOSH so cautious. Can't a brownblood get any respect around here?

[likeabos]

Oh, woah, woah, woah. Okay, so it seems the Psiionic is still kinda all up in arms about what happened last time. No big. He's just, going to have to keep really cautious is all. Really cautious and really careful.

Making no sudden movements the moment the other put up the all-too-familiar barrier.

"Woah man! Hold on! I mean no harm all right?" His wings fluttered as he hovered in place. Not at all trying to do anything to intimidating. "You're the Psiionic... right?"

[ironbound]

Signless likes to take time for a walk when the city is sleeping, or as much asleep as a city could get. It's less busy now, quieter. He couldn't quite vogue for the freshness of the air in an underground cavern, but it's better than being cooped up all the time. He's venturing out more, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy after all thats happened.

It's so hard though. He's constantly plagued by visions in his sleep, of the pain he endured, of the pain he caused, of the future he failed to create and the promises he couldn't keep. The later of which being the most painful.

Since waking up in this place there's been this curing ball of rage and hate sitting heavy in his chest, burning hotter than he's ever known. Trying to keep it contained has started to turn it inward, making the once verbose and passionate troll into someone quiet and melancholy. Di wants so much for everything to be normal again, but he just can't see it. Not now.

A familiar flash of red and blue catches his attention and he turns his eyes upwards, watching the Helmsman dart about and it makes his heart clench in his chest. His friend, his beloved Psiionic, so close but set so endlessly far away. Signless misses him deeply, and with how his spirit has been broken it's a wonder that he hasn't just given up on the hope that his friend will remember himself.

But he still clings to it, not having completely given up on the belief that hope was a powerful thing in it's own right.

[biiowiired]

[He hopes he doesn't mind that he's borrowed Disciple's cloak. (It was the only one with holes big enough to fit around all four of his horns.) This red-eyed troll seems to be very close to her. All his administrators shared close bonds, and they spoke of him as though he was included in this. Users are strange sometimes.

[Signless is looking up at him. For a moment he wonders if he should follow protocol and greet his temporary system administrator. Every time Signless looks too closely at him, he get this sad, pained expression on his face. Helmsman knows he is a faulty system, an eyesore, but he's trying his best to be useful. He floats down, but not too close, in case Signless did not wish to talk after all.]

Would uther like a progreth report on navigational activitieth?

[There are greenhouses he's discovered. With bees in them. This is super important and totally relevant information.]

[ironbound]

-=he doesn't mind at all, though he must remember to mention to Dolorosa that he'll be in need of one of his own, if she hasn't picked up on that already.

which she probably has. she always seems to know everything before everyone else=-

Of course, tell me about your evening, Psii.

-=he would have called him by his name, but it's still a habit to be secretive in public=-

And I'd prefer that you didn't call me... user.

[decaffeinated]

::Nicholas is up fairly early, unable to sleep well in the unfamiliar environment when he's still slightly uncertain about what has happened back in Sandford. So, he's gone for a jog, both for the exercise to settle his mind, as well as to get more of a feel for the layout of the place.

It's as he heads down one of the more ruined streets in the Gnomish District that he spots the floating troll, biowires trailing behind.

Were he not absolutely shocked and slightly horrified by the Helmsman's appearance, he might find the knitted biowire cozies to be both practical and possibly even cute.::

Uh, excuse me...? Are you... quite alright?

[biiowiired]

[His friend administrator The Dolorosa made them! She's very good at knitting, they are very warm.]

Greetingth. Helmthman Thythtem ith thtable. Input uthername?

[decaffeinated]

::That greeting sounds vaguely familiar. Where has he seen or heard it before? It will come to him soon, and then his shock will never fade.::

...Nicholas Angel.

::...

Wait just one moment here.

What the fuck?! That... computer system... is a living being?! What sort of sick people would do such a thing to a person?!::