Sollux snapped back at Dirk. “You could have told him! You and your human pity slopping messily all over every fucking thing. I’m not like that!” Hes not like that.. so why did he stop and go back to the kid frozen in shock, whispering to himself, and take his elbow and try to lead him more gently toward the door. “..It’s your wriggling day?” Sol’s eyes are bleeding …if you can call the white and black ..orbs there eyes. Mismatched even in death, different from the white eyes of the other dead hes seen.
Dirk scowled. “But, unlike you, I don’t know who he is! You seem to know quite a bit about him, all I know is his name! I assumed that would make you better qualified, but I guess I was wrong!” He let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. You really shouldn’t be fighting about this right now. No, now John needs to be comforted.
“Birthday…I was fighting with dad about cake. We always ALWAYS fight about cake…” He looks at Sollux, the way he’s holding his elbow, then looks at Dirk a bit helplessly. “I can’t be dead… Dave is going to be so pissed. And he’ll lord this over me, too. Strider can be an asshole sometimes.”
Sollux’s gaze flickers to Dirk when John say’s Dave’s last name, staying there moment then returning. “..I didn’t talk two any of you, there were other things that needed doing. I didn’t think it would be important.” the lispy troll offers. “..seems two me he’d probably be more sad than pissed- but ..” no now wasnt the time to explain Doomed timelines. “Lets see if we can get you cleaned up- Dirk and I cant seem two stop bleeding but maybe you can..” he tries to coax him inside the hive complex.
The world was changing again. A new bubble was drawn into the larger one, kissing it, then merging to become a new whole. The surface of the shimmering thing was swirled with colours, growing brighter and more complex with each addition to its keeping.
The hive complex no longer stood alone, the ground changing, becoming ..rockier, craggier, as a laboratory appeared near it, between the village and the hive.
A familiar lab, to one of the dreamers here, who has his own regrets.
Inside the lab things shift, it becomes no longer as clean as it once was , a horn pile, scorch marks, gold coloured blood on one wall, a splash of tyrinian purple, a computer terminal.
Things important to another troll.
Regrets carried by someone else.
While Equius was in the air, the ground rose up to meet him. It shivered and shook itself off, a range of mountains growing where there had been none before, and more wild life.. game creatures from the land of Wind and Shade.. mushrooms and other stray plants add themselves to the flora and fauna that he’d brought with him when he joined this collective bubble.
He landed with a STRONG thud in a valley, impacting the ground and putting quite the impression in it, fletching still clutched in his hand.
[ It wasn’t working right earlier so I thought maybe a link to my character bio would work better. ^^; ]
Out on the desolate plan that Sollux and Dirk looked over there was a ripple across the land, little hills and then mountains rose from the earth, forming a horizon stopping line where there had been none before.. and cradled in these mountains, and spilling down into the flat land below was a village. Clouds come and dim out the bright light above them a bit.. and mushrooms begin to shake away the earth in any tucked away place they can find.
A bubble slowly swirls itself into a larger one, spinning out into it. The world becomes brighter, and dryer for john.. and opens up into a plane ahead of the village..some distance form it a structure stands, with windows lit near the upper floors. It looked very akin to an apartment building, the hive complex.
He shrugged. “I don’t try to be.” Dirk cocked an eyebrow and looked over at Sollux as he reached out and repositioned his head. “What if I don’t want to fix it? It’s kind of a reminder of my heroism. That, or my stupidity, depending on how you look at it. Besides, now all I need is a horse and I can frighten small children pretending I’m the headless horseman. Throw pumpkins at people and cackle and shit, it’d be great.” His jaw tensed up as he stifled a sigh. Yes, humor, makes everything at least a little easier to deal with.
“There aren’t any wrigglers here” a pause, staring out into the landscape. “all things considered. .. I dont think I’d want two have wrigglers here.” he touches his mouth and looks at the blood on his fingertips.
“Whats a hero?”
The landscape was changing again, shapes moving on the horizon.. the sky changing to show Skaia in the distance, and clouds. more plantlife was filling in, and a heard of horses gallopped along the mostly empty plane now.
Another bubble, sitting alone in the vastness of the outer ring had edged up against this gently floating one, and been subsumed into it, as the other had been before it.
Another dead child’s dream colours this one, the bubble shifting a bit bluer.
The hive complex stands in the middle of a plane, a plane which was slowly gaining life, a sky coloured by the expectations of the new dreamer entering.
Two lonely bubbles, floating through the endless twisted darkness, where time and space have little meaning.
The bubbles meet in the void, their translucent delicate skins touching, connecting all along a single point.. and they open up into each other, merging, becoming one. The beautiful and very different colours swirling lazily across the two intermingle, and create a new pattern, one unseen before.
In the vast empty wasteland that was the private hell of Dirk strider, a smudge appears on the horizon, growing bigger with each moment.
It looked almost like a slightly more organic version of an apartment complex, nearly every light within it dark.. but there were a few, along one level, near the top.
Surrounding the hive complex were strange plants, flowering ones, attended by bees.
Name: Sollux Captor
Age: 6 1/2 Sweeps
Appearance: Mutated Gold blood, with bifubricated horns, and in death one white eye and one black.
Cause of death: Psionic Burnout after multiple injuries
Additional: The Prospit Prince, Sollux Captor, Mage of Doom, sacrificed himself burning out his guttering spark of life to get his friends to the glow of the green sun, where Aradia awaited, with the dead waking version of him, to receive them.
Name: Dirk Strider
Appearance: Blonde haired young man with fair skin. Stands at roughly 5’10, average build.
Cause of Death: Decapitation.
Additional: Dirk, in a stroke of “genius” during the impending threat of the red miles, decided to transportalize his own head to Jake English, thus severing it from his body. He was conscious of this decision, figuring his dream self would take over, and it did. Unfortunately, this self died, and is now wandering through dream bubbles, searching for forms of entertainment in this droll existence.
Basically, being dead sucks.