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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 8, 2021 3:23:06 GMT -5
"Macon," Macon said. In the wildness that had just happened, he couldn't remember if he'd introduced himself. "Anyway ..."
He slowly removed the coat he had pressed against Orpheus' neck to check how things were. Not too bad. He found himself hungrily looking at the blood, even though he didn't feel very hungry. Flipping over the coat to press a new side to the wound, just in case, he ignored the sensation.
"We'll check on the others that you mentioned," he said to Rue, "as soon as we can."
He allowed his own attention to finally be drawn away, looking for Skye as he did. He wasn't sure how close the boy was to hear. It seemed like a possibility that he'd missed everything that had happened.
Ugh. How many days had it been and this had already happened? It seemed like a bad omen. Then again, he was still trying to reconcile the dissonances between what he thought was right and what he felt was right. He felt like drinking someone else's blood was, but he didn't think it was. It made things very difficult and he wasn't sure what impression he was supposed to trust.
"Have you tried eating dreams?" he asked Rue instead, figuring he'd give it a shot.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 24, 2021 23:28:24 GMT -5
“I’m Rue.” The vampire offered, jumping on the opportunity. She almost said nice to meet you but that seemed...something she shouldn’t say, under the circumstances. Maybe it would have been nice to meet them if she hadn’t just tried to kill the person who had just asked her name.
She wished things had been easier. She wished she knew what she was, and how to prevent this from ever happening again. She never wanted to get that close to killing someone again.
She nodded a little to Macon, knowing that he was right. Orpheus was in no shape to go anywhere right now, even he had to admit that. And he didn’t seem the type to admit these things.
“What?”
Rue looked at Macon, startled by the suggestion. “Dreams?” She repeated blankly, searching his expression. Was that an attempt at a joke? No...he didn’t look like he was joking. She thought she would have been able to tell if he was.
“How would I eat dreams?” She questioned, staring at him. Then she glanced at Orpheus, half hoping he would be able to explain the odd suggestion.
Skye was listening.
Well...he was trying to, anyway. He was close enough to hear a good bit of what was being said, but he missed the softer parts. Which mostly meant he missed what Orpheus was saying.
Which wasn’t good. He really wanted to hear what Orpheus was saying.
He didn’t quite dare go back yet. He didn’t want to be near the blood, for some reason. Why? He wasn’t sure why he had had such a different reaction than the others, why he had panicked when Macon hadn’t. At least...at least Orpheus seemed to be okay, judging by how the others were talking.
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Post by strider on Jan 24, 2021 23:36:22 GMT -5
"I'm Orpheus," Orpheus offered helpfully, though he had already given his name. It was hard to keep track of what he had said and what he hadn't. He needed to sleep soon... would they let him rest? They hadn't let him get up, but sleeping was the opposite of getting up... but he needed to help. He needed to help figure this out. Where had Skye gone? He inclined his head, searching for the boy. Was he in danger? He needed to find Skye... and help the other people who had been attacked, and maybe help the people who had attacked them. Why did he feel like he'd be capable of doing that? He wasn't a fighter... somehow he felt he might be able to convince them all to play nice.
"Dreams," Orpheus echoed, nodding solemnly. "He ate my dream. I think... I don't really remember it." He figured he probably shouldn't mention the theory that Macon had eaten everyone's memorizes, including his own. He didn't have very much self control left, but he managed to keep that particular tidbit back.
"He's not allowed to eat Skye's dreams, though, cause Skye doesn't want his dreams eaten. I... don't really want mine eaten either, but Macon is nice and I don't want him to starve."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 30, 2021 10:36:23 GMT -5
Well, that made this interaction just that bit more awkward. Macon didn't think he was used to being called nice. It at least hadn't been something he saw usually happening in here.
Even still, what Orpheus said was accurate. He nodded and looked at Rue.
He tried to think how best to explain it to her.
"I don't need to sleep," he murmured. "But I ... think I can see it when other people do it. What they are thinking when they do. Then I can ... take it."
He really couldn't work out the best way to explain it other than that.
He did notice that Orpheus was trying to sleep. He at least seemed to be getting more tired. Macon shook his head. He adjusted his position.
"Rest for a little. I'll wake you up later."
It was the best that he could offer, certainly with Orpheus' brand of stubbornness that was a limited availability to do so. For all he knew, it might offer other's chances to catch up with them.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 1, 2021 19:34:21 GMT -5
Rue listened, nodding a little as they explained. Well...it wasn’t like she knew what was normal. And she had just almost killed someone. So maybe she wasn’t one to judge.
“I’d rather eat dreams than drink blood.” She admitted quietly. “I don’t think you can die from losing dreams…” she could be wrong. But she didn’t think you could.
It didn’t occur to her that he might have taken their memories. She wasn’t thinking about it, really, she was still trying to come to terms with what had happened. As Macon told Orpheus to rest she turned and glanced back where the other boy had gone, then looked back at Macon, deciding he was the most likely person to really be in charge here. Orpheus was in no shape to make decisions, after all.
She didn’t feel at all tired. She felt very awake. Very alive.
“Should I go back to the others?” She asked after a moment. It seemed like a possibility. “To let them know they aren’t alone, I mean? And maybe bring them here, since…” she glanced meaningfully at Orpheus, who didn’t look like he should be on his feet.
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Post by strider on Feb 1, 2021 19:59:37 GMT -5
Rest. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. Orpheus didn't really want to, but he was drowsy.
"Please don't take my dreams tonight unless you absolutely must," he murmured, ignoring the fact that it wasn't technically night yet. He was tired, he was going to sleep, sleep happened at night, therefore it must be night. Logic wasn't treating him very well. Which, coming from Orpheus, meant there was none of it at all. He closed his eyes slowly, letting sleep overtake him swiftly. He would regret falling asleep so quickly when he woke up, but for now he trusted Macon to look over him and make sure he didn't lose any more blood until morning. Hopefully, Skye would be alright too. Not that Orpheus could do anything about that in his current state...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 6, 2021 0:01:19 GMT -5
Macon wasn't even aware of what it looked like to other people when he saw someone's dreams. That it looked like nothing was happening to the others, while to him it already seemed like there was a haze around Orpheus.
He wouldn't eat his dreams this time though. Hopefully he wouldn't need to.
Instead, he turned his attention to Rue. Frowned just a little. Then the man nodded.
"Go back to the others then."
It might as well happen. It seemed likely that more people where here. They'd find them again eventually, even if Rue didn't return. He thought it might be better for Skye anyway. And it seemed likely that they'd have to work something out.
Macon glanced at the sky. It was still day, but he would hazard a guess it was starting to head for another night rather than being closer to the previous one. Passed the midpoint. That still meant there was light about. And shadows. But he didn't caution Rue about either. Instead, he just watched the sky.
Wherever anyone was. Whatever they were doing.
Things were ... going to be hard.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 28, 2021 1:01:01 GMT -5
Whatever Kell had been doing, it appeared he was going to continue doing it as his mind caught up to what he was doing, where he was, and who he was. He was vaguely unaware of the fact that there was a person next to him, only that his mind was surprisingly blank. He wasn’t aware at all that his fingertips, which had previously been dragging their way down a wall, were now dragging their way down what was (now previously) a white shirt. He was aware that there were two letters running through his head: K. L. Kell. Kell. He was not aware that his fingertips were smeared with blood from a wound on his arm that had already healed over. That is, until he looked up, snapped out of his head, and realized that he had just dragged a bloody trail down a stranger’s shirt. Oops. He backed away a few steps, staring in confusion first at his bloodied fingertips, then at the three inch long streak of blood on the stranger’s shirt. “Sorry,” he mumbled, wiping his bloodied hand off on his (thankfully) blood-red coat. He whirled around, the coat flying out behind him rather majestically, his inky black eye facing L for just a moment as he spun, trying to take in where he was. “Don’t worry, it’s… my blood, I think.” He didn’t stop to think that that might also be concerning. “Sorry,” he said again, his tone less apologetic this time and more full of forced politeness, “Do you happen to know where we are?” The who could come later. The where was more pressing at the moment. L looked down. And blinked. His mind processed the blood first. Then the coat, which was nearly the same color. Then he dragged his gaze to the person in front of him. He didn’t speak. Everything in him said he should stay quiet so as not to attract attention, but then, he seemed to have that already. He stepped back, widening the distance between them as fast as he could, hands coming up instinctively as he fell into a defensive stance. “Your blood,” he said a little sharply, eyes narrowing as he scanned the person. “I see. Then you’re injured, I assume.” Terror slammed down over him but he tried to ignore it. So he didn’t know where he was and he didn’t know who he was and he didn’t know who had just wiped blood on his shirt. Panicking would answer none of those questions. “Do you know?” He added, voice as tense as the rest of him. He didn’t want to give anything up just yet. Especially when he couldn’t see a wound that could have given him that much blood. |
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Post by strider on Mar 28, 2021 1:35:19 GMT -5
Kell was very aware of the fact that the blood was his – or at least… he hoped it was his. He couldn’t remember hurting anyone or finding anyone else hurt, but… then again he couldn’t remember getting hurt himself, either. And there was no physical injury to prove the blood was his. So… perhaps it wasn’t? Still… it felt like his. Maybe it was just because it was easier to believe he hadn’t hurt someone and immediately forgotten about it…
“Don’t worry about me,” he said instead, lips pursing as he gave L a suspicious once over then whirled once more to look for other people. He thought he saw two other forms out in the distance, but he couldn’t tell if they were people or not. Or if they were friendly. Not that that mattered. He had no proof that the young man in front of him was friendly either.
“No,” he admitted after a moment, turning and sticking his hands into two of the many pockets sewn into the coat. Whoever had designed the thing was a genius. “I don’t know where we are.” His gaze skated over L one more time, noting the defensive stance he had taken. A reflex, probably? Kell reached up, fiddling with the coins around his neck. Huh. So… that was a reflex he had. That was information, even if it wasn’t much. Any was better than none.
“I believe… my name is Kell.” There was a last name, too, but it didn’t feel as important. The two letters did. The two letters felt like his. The last name was just an afterthought.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 3, 2021 0:56:33 GMT -5
Bari found that they were rather confused by whatever the other forms were doing. One had a red substance on them. Looking down at there own form, Bari wondered if that was what they should have as well. Then they looked at Ian. Ian also had none of the red substance.
Huh.
Maybe they could get some?
Bari lifted Ian up by the backing and then walked toward the two others until it was likely that they could pretty clearly see the highly unusual, slightly bland looking person and the chair. What details about either weren't very available, but there was still the fact that they were coming toward Kell and L.
Bari could also hear that one of the forms was producing a noise. Bari set Ian down a couple yards away and then looked at the other two. The noises had made sense. Should they make noises too?
Bari tilted their head back and forth. Then just pointed at L, tilting their head as they did it. To be exact, they were pointing at the blood. The intention was asking where Bari could get some, but the actual gesture could have meant anything.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 3, 2021 13:44:03 GMT -5
L didn’t want to take his eyes off the person in front of him, but then, he also didn’t want anyone to sneak up on him. He glanced around quickly, checking for others, trying to scan his surroundings quickly so as not to...oh.
A person carrying a chair. And approaching. His eyes narrowed as they came nearer, and he took a cautious step backwards, trying to widen the distance between himself and the two strangers. His brain didn’t count Ian as a stranger. Ian was a chair. The two were mutually exclusive.
He stared at Kell, eyes narrowing as the other man introduced himself...and just like that, L’s panic grew. He couldn’t just give the only piece of information he had, could he? He didn’t want to, instinct kicked in and warned him that that was an incredibly bad idea, even if he didn’t know why. Okay...he needed to figure out a different name, then. Something it was safe to give.
All these thoughts sped through his mind in seconds, and he didn’t let it show on his face.
“Light.” He said, voice neutral. “I believe...my name is Light, though I can’t say for certain. But it’s the only information I do have.”
He looked at the person and the chair again, just in time to see them point...at him. He took another step back, expression wary. He didn’t speak. He didn’t know what to say, or why he was being pointed at.
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Post by strider on Apr 4, 2021 13:57:58 GMT -5
Kell frowned a little bit as Light seemed to hesitate about his name. That was understandable. How smart had it really been to give up the only piece of information he had? Well… perhaps it would be best to just assume that everyone he met here was giving him a fake name. Yes… that would probably be smart. Especially if they, like him, didn’t have a clue what was going on. At least Light was willing to admit he didn’t know anything else. Kell had no reason to doubt the verity of that statement. Why would you say you didn’t know anything if you did? Except if you were guilty of something specific… but judging by how nervous Light seemed, Kell was willing to believe him. At least for now. He shoved his hands in his pockets, mouth opening wordlessly as a figure – and a chair – drew nearer.
And the person pointed at the blood. Kell’s face reddened to almost the shade of his hair.
“Yes, that was… my fault, I’m sorry,” he said, trying to sound less bothered than he felt. “Don’t worry, though, nobody’s hurt.” He had no idea that Bari wasn’t asking if someone was injured. He had no idea why someone would want blood. Unless they were actively losing it. He looked Bari up and down once, then gave a small nod when it seemed Bari wasn’t actively bleeding either. Not that Kell would have been able to do something if he were…
“I like your uh… chair.” There. A nice, simple subject change.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 8, 2021 23:30:12 GMT -5
Bari looked between 'Light' and Kell. They weren't particularly sure what the sounds were that both parties were producing, though they did notice that the opening near the top of the body opened to produce the sound.
Could they do that?
They opened their mouth, then closed it again. Now what was the sound that these other ... beings ... were trying to produce? They'd try.
"Nice ... chair?" they tried.
No sooner had the words left their mouth, however, then it felt like their vocal cords (did they have those? more like their very being) tried to constrict.
After a blink, Bari found themself pressed against the ground, near Ian's feet. Slowly, they pushed themself up again, wheezing silently.
Huh ...
The others were doing that.
They must be saying it wrong.
How were they managing it?
Bari wrapped both arms protectively - or maybe comfortingly - around Ian and blinked owlishly at Light and Kell, unsure if they had some correction to how they had said things so that they did not end up in pain again next time they tried to talk.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 17, 2021 19:16:51 GMT -5
L blinked at the stranger with the chair, trying to keep an eye on them and Kell at the same time. He didn’t want to take his eyes off either of them, not when he didn’t know them, or their intentions.
He blinked, startled as Bari tried to speak and immediately collapsed. He almost ran over, but something held him back. Was that...suspicion? Of what? He felt like it could be a trap, somehow. That Bari could be faking it to make him come closer. He stayed where he was, watching as the other person got to their feet again, looking very confused as they did.
“We’re not hurt,” he corrected Kell, glancing at him for just a moment before looking back at Bari. They didn’t, of course, know that no one was hurt. And that had been a lot of blood for someone who wasn’t at all injured.
He wished he had another shirt. He wasn’t eager to wear this one anymore. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to look at both of the others at the same time.
“Well...there’s no point in standing around, I suppose. We should...look for anything that might tell us where we are. And perhaps find whoever is responsible.”
He thought there was probably someone responsible. Even if he didn’t understand how.
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Post by strider on Apr 17, 2021 19:52:22 GMT -5
Kell didn't know what was happening or why the man with the chair had collapsed... was speaking hard for him? Had he forgotten how to breathe well he spoke? That didn't seem likely, but... it also didn't seem likely for him to appear in the middle of nowhere with no memory of who he was, where he had been, or why he had blood on his fingers. He considered that for a long moment, tapping on his chin as he thought. Oh well... no use pondering that now, when there was nothing that could be done about not remembering. He could, however, do something about the man who had collapsed. He moved forward, holding out a hand to help the other man up, if he wanted. Or maybe to see if he was ready to get up in the first place.
Kell glanced a little helplessly at Light, brow furrowing as his gaze caught once more on the shirt with the blood on it. It seemed like it might be nice to offer the man an alternative, but the only thing he had was his own shirt... granted, it was his only shirt. But he had a coat... Kell got the distinct feeling that being charitable probably wasn't in his nature. Did it matter what his nature was? He made a short sound of frustration, wishing his thoughts just came... easier.
"I have a coat," he said suddenly, as though that explained exactly what he was trying to say.
"I just mean..." he tried again, pursing his lips for a moment as he searched for the words. "I ruined your shirt. And I have a clean one. I'd offer you my coat to just... cover the blood, but that wouldn't get rid of it, and I think I'm rather fond of this coat. What I mean is..." awkward and not very eloquent... was that just a product of the situation or was he... always like this? "What I mean is would you like my shirt?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 24, 2021 1:44:11 GMT -5
Bari looked at the hand offered and then at their own hand. Eventually, however, they took the offered one and just sort of ... limply held it as if that would somehow offer a reason for doing something. Bari then proceeded to look at Kell with a blank stair for a very long time, then at his shirt, then at their own shirt.
Was this an important item? They weren't sure if shirts were supposed to be a certain color. There's looked dull. It was not a certain color. Just dull.
They looked up again.
There didn't seem to be any reason why any of this should make sense. So while they did stand up again, they found themself looking at Ian. The chair had moved, though Bari hadn't seen their companion do so. This, however, didn't seem to surprise the not quite human.
They looked back at Light and Kell. Then something appeared in their hand. The one that was not still trying to loosely grip Kell's.
It looked like a sticker pad. They looked down on it. Puzzled.
Huh.
They were aware that whatever was inside was a way to talk, but they didn't think they'd been holding the book before. Could the other two do that?
They held up the book, hoping the other two would notice and explain it. The one who was holding their hand - Kell - seemed very awkward. Bari looked at him curiously and waited to see if he would stop stuttering and give up his priceless artifact which was a colorful coat for the other person with red stuff on him.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 20:11:26 GMT -5
L glanced between the other two, eyes narrowed slightly. He wasn’t exactly afraid of them, but he wasn’t thrilled to be in this situation with two strangers, either. Nothing he could do about it for right now, he knew, but he didn’t have to like it. At all. He watched Kell offer the other person a hand without moving forwards. He didn’t exactly want to not help, but...he didn’t want to help, either. Too dangerous. He was determined not to do anything to make this any more dangerous than it already was, if he could help it.
He looked down, a little surprised as Kell spoke. And...offered his shirt. Which seemed like an odd offer, but what did L know?
He supposed he could technically just take his own off, but something stopped him from wanting to as easily as Kell seemed to be willing to. He shrugged the feeling off, annoyed with how vague it was, and studied the other man instead.
“No,” he decided, shaking his head. “I don’t want your shirt.”
That done, he looked at Bari and the chair again, head tilted slightly. Then he blinked and stepped forward just a little, stretching out his hand for the sticker pad. “I know what it’s for, I think,” he explained, not taking it, just offering to. “If you can’t speak vocally that is. Wait - “
He hesitated, then switched to sign language, his hands moving fast and as smoothly as if he’d done it all his life. “Is this better?” He signed, tilting his head for emphasis.
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Post by strider on May 1, 2021 0:38:58 GMT -5
Kell frowned a little bit, then shrugged as Light refused his offer of a shirt. He didn’t mind that much, he just figured that if he had gotten blood on his shirt, he would have wanted a replacement. But there was also the fact that you had no idea where a stranger’s shirt had been, so he wasn’t offended that Light didn’t take him up on the offer. Hell, he didn’t even know where his shirt had been. For all he knew it was absolutely disgusting, he just had no way to tell that.
“Oh, smart,” he commented after a moment, crossing his arms to watch as Light started to sign. He didn’t know how he understood it, but it seemed like a good way to bring the other person into the conversation. Or at least try to make them feel welcome… he didn’t think he could make the signals with his own hands, but watching Light do them was intriguing.
“I can’t talk like that,” he said after a moment, letting his hands slide into the pockets of his coat. Or… two of the pockets of his coat. There were at least five, and he was fairly certain there would be more if he turned the coat inside out. It might be helpful to figure out exactly what he was carrying around, but now wasn’t the time or place for it. “I probably have a writing instrument somewhere for the notepad, though… I certainly have too many pockets to not have some sort of writing utensil.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 2, 2021 20:44:03 GMT -5
Bari looked very curious as they watched Light sign. They understood it perfectly and was also aware of the hand gestures to be able to answer back. But at the same time, they hesitated. It seemed like a bad idea, but they weren't sure how. Instead, they kept a strong grip on the sticker book, worried that letting it go really would mean that they couldn't talk.
Hesitantly, though, they tried to sigh back. Again, just the action of the attempt caused pain to lance through their form, sending the humanoid figure to the ground again.
This time, when they pushed themself up, their nose was bleeding. Not red, but an inky black. They might have been frowning. It was hard to tell. But they instead opened up the book they had. It wasn't what Kell thought. It wasn't a notebook. It was a book full of already made words, though admittedly those words were apart of also already made sentences. There was a second as Bari had to rip one of the stickers in half to get the part they wanted. Bari pulled some of them off and looked around. Then walked over to Light. After all, Kell had already expressed that you could put things on people. There was no shoot of pain, but Bari tried to put the words on Light.
Currently, the words were just "I am" but there was another sticker that had also been ripped a second ago reading "Bari."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 18, 2021 1:51:34 GMT -5
L winced as Bari went down again, his hands immediately curling into fists and drawing in close to his chest. That hadn’t been his intention...so communication in general was what had caused it. He looked up, warily checking to make sure Bari was okay and not...not okay. They seemed to be okay, though. A little worse for wear, their nose was bleeding - black, not red, okay then - and they seemed wary to hand over the notebook, which was fair, even if L didn’t know what the6 could do with it if communication caused them pain. Wouldn’t that extend to the notebook? He assumed it most likely would, even if he wasn’t sure.
He glanced at Kell, his eyebrow raising a little bit. “I suppose it’s worth a try,” he admitted. “I don’t know that they’ll be able to use it, though. They seem to be hurt every time they try to communicate. I think - “
He broke off, startled as Bari stuck something to him, and he backed away quickly, his arms coming up defensively and giving him a dangerous look.
He looked cautiously down a moment later, checking to see what had been put on him. Oh…
“Bari,” he said, looking up at first Kell, then Bari, then Kell again, then finally back fo Bari. “Hello, Bari.”
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Post by strider on May 20, 2021 1:40:40 GMT -5
Kell didn't quite understand what kept happening to Bari, but he figured it was something to do with the way he was trying to talk. Was he just... overdramatic, or was that a physiological response? It was interesting, but he couldn't necessarily label it 'abnormal,' as he had absolutely no idea what 'normal' was. Oh well... he shook his head of the thought, instead paying attention to the sticker Bari had pinned to Light.
"Nice to meet you, Bari," he said after a moment, meeting Light's gaze to see if he had understood correctly. He thought it would have been much easier if they could all communicate the same way, but he wasn't one to be turned away if something wasn't immediately easy. At least... he thought he wasn't. It was hard to tell, but he wasn't terribly put off by the rather strange way Bari had decided to communicate with them.
"Now that we have names squared away... I feel as though we should probably try to get somewhere and see what's going on...?" Kell suggested, tilting his head towards the little town in the distance. "I think the chances are rather high that someone in there knows what's going on, or if not... they can at least provide us with a little bit of food and water. It's hot out here, and as far as I'm aware, we won't make it very long without water at the very least. I think..."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 23, 2021 2:56:14 GMT -5
Bari glanced toward the houses and looked puzzled. They weren't actually sure what they were or what they were used for, but it seemed like a good idea that they head for them. Why not?
They returned to the chair, who had yet to be introduced as Ian and Bari hadn't thought to do so yet - and started walking in that direction.
The only indication that the odd, strange person still cared about the other people that they had turned up around was that Bari looked back over their shoulder. Then kept walking.
There wasn't a lot to be said for their surroundings. Though Bari was puzzling over Light's reaction. They wanted to ask about it, but it seemed a bit inconvenient.
There was a slight rumbling noise from Ian, perhaps a bit to Bari's surprise. Hum. It almost sounded like purring. Bari wondered if that was a good thing. Set down the chair and turned back toward the other two, looking puzzled. Not sure how to ask if their friend was okay without hurting themself.
At least they'd actually made it past several houses. It was a start to get everyone into the town proper.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 5, 2021 19:40:02 GMT -5
L had the distinct impression that he didn’t mind how Bari communicated, and was possibly very used to this method, or similar ones. He at least wasn’t uncomfortable with it. He just vaguely objected to standing in for a fridge.
The noise from the chair didn’t escape him. He glanced around, eyes widening a little as he realized where it was coming from, and took a small, wary step backwards.
Then Bari started to walk and L, not wanting to be left behind, began to follow, raising an eyebrow at Kell at the same time. Their companion, unless they were faking their inability to speak vocally, seemed either to have some idea of where to go, or had just decided that they wouldn’t accomplish anything standing around here.
“The chances of that are not high,” he put in. “They aren’t low either, but they aren’t high. It’s actually slightly more likely that no one else knows anything, either. For…” he waved a hand. “Various reasons.”
He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he was confident he was right. He hasn’t said it was impossible that the others, if they happened to exist, would know. He’s just said it was not quite as likely as the alternative.
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Post by strider on Jun 6, 2021 1:41:46 GMT -5
Kell understood Light a lot better than he did Bari, but he was grateful he was able to understand the way the two of them were talking. He didn't want to be left out of the loop, and though their "conversation" hadn't been helpful as of yet - what was the point if none of them knew where they were? - he would much rather be privy to it than completely lost.
He was rather thrown by the fact that the chair actually made a noise. Kell was distinctly aware that he didn't know anything, but he was fairly certain that chairs weren't supposed to make noises. At least... not noises like that. It sounded alive. He met Light's gaze, his own brow raising as well.
"I'd rather check to make sure that nobody knows anything than to just assume that's the case. Although... it's eerily empty here." Kell was fairly certain he was fine on his own. He didn't feel any strong attachment to these two, and he thought he wouldn't suffer too terribly alone, but the fact that they were completely alone in this town made him grateful for his companions. They may not have known anything, but he found he felt safer in their presence anyway. At least if anything attacked there were three of them. Perhaps four, if the chair counted as alive.
"Why did we stop?" he asked, glancing around at the various buildings before turning his sharp gaze on Bari. They needed to be making progress, not stops. But if Bari had found something...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 11, 2021 3:13:10 GMT -5
For Bari, explaining meant a long process of getting the book of stickers out, sorting through them, tearing them up in most cases, before reaching out and slapping them against Light.
Light seemed to be the person they'd chosen to pay the most attention too ... for whatever reason. Bari liked his eyes. They were weird. Bari felt like that was a bit better than Kell, who seemed to have all that red stuff.
The stickers spelled out, "Ian okay? Made noise."
Bari then looked with concern at the chair and patted it fondly. Yeah. It seemed pretty clear that the chair was indeed something or other.
Then Bari gestured toward the town at large, curious about the situation which they were likely going to face. What were these block shaped things, for a starter? Bari got the impression they were for something ... but what?
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 13, 2021 0:38:00 GMT -5
L’s expression switched quickly from bemused back to slightly annoyed as he was once again forced to stand in for a fridge. Why him? He didn’t think he likwd having things attached to his shirt, and he already had quite a significant amount of blood on it. The stickers seemed unnecessary.
He didn’t stop Bari, though. They couldn’t seem to communicate any other way, and he wasn’t going to take their voice, however irritating he found it to be.
“What? Yes, of course. I wasn’t suggesting we not ask,” he replied while he waited for Bari to finish whatever they were doing. “I just said it wasn’t quite as likely as them not knowing. If they exist at all. Oh…”
he looked down, trying to read whatever Bari had said upside down. It wasn’t as easy as he would have liked, but it wasn’t impossible.
“Ian...the chair?” He managed after a moment, glancing at her chair in question. It was the only thing he could think of that Bari could be referring to. “I don’t know. Do chairs normally make noises? I don’t remember enough to answer that.”
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Post by strider on Jun 15, 2021 14:29:16 GMT -5
Ian. Okay, so the chair had a name. That wasn’t… the most unusual thing Kell had ever heard. Or… at least he didn’t think it was. He didn’t actually know what all he had or hadn’t heard. It was incredibly frustrating, being without memories. It meant flying blind when he was fairly certain you were supposed to have a navigation system of some sort.
“I get the sense that chairs aren’t supposed to make noise,” Kell offered, eyes narrowing just a bit. “I also get the sense that chairs don’t generally have names, but… I don’t know how much we can depend on any of our intuition.” The facts were this: there were three of them in this strange place, the person holding the chair couldn’t speak without collapsing, the chair had made noise, and the chair had a name. Somehow, the person who couldn’t speak knew the name of the chair, though neither Kell nor Light seemed to have knowledge of anything other than their own names.
“I’d really like to see if someone in the town knows anything. And maybe we can set Ian down when we’re there and make sure he… it… they?... Make sure Ian is okay.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 18, 2021 2:04:36 GMT -5
Bari wasn't sure about anything that Kell had just said, so after a second they just nodded. This seemed to be the only admission which they could do without causing themself pain. Then they proved they could do one other thing and excitedly hopped up and down a couple times. For a second, the odd figure looked like a school child who'd just figured something out which was exciting. Then they pointed at L a couple times.
Realizing a second later that this apparently highly important piece of information could not be conveyed through excited pointing, they slumped a bit. Then patted L on the shoulder, as if this point was somehow unfortunate. Then Bari moved back to Ian and lifted the chair up, continuing walking into town as if there wasn't much else they could do. They did glance back though and waved in the direction of one side street. Then cupped a hand to their ear. Could they hear something, perhaps? Actually, their whole mannerism seemed like an excited, curious child. One which blissfully had no idea what was going on. Even still, they did know that these two wanted to find people, and they were pretty sure they were hearing *something*. Was the 'gurgle, gurgle, splash' sound people? Maybe? Maybe? It wasn't an Ian-noise. But it wasn't a Kell-or-L-noise either.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 26, 2021 20:52:31 GMT -5
L didn’t know if this was normal. He didn’t know how he could possibly tell that. Mostly, he just wanted to get his memories back. That was the first step. Or...no, it wasn’t. The first step was not dying. Dying would ruin step two, which was getting his memories back.
“I don’t know,” he muttered, looking at the chair as though he thought it might tell him whether it was supposed to make noise. It didn’t.
He startled a little as Bari patted his shoulder, but he didn’t attack, recognizing that Bari wasn’t attempting to hurt him. He really didn’t know whether to reply, since Bari couldn’t communicate without stopping again, so he merely stared at the other person for a moment before continuing forwards.
“Yes, I would like that too,” L agreed, looking at the town ahead with something like suspicion. “We should cover as much ground as we can. Splitting up, of course, is a very bad idea. But maybe we’ll find someone with answers. Or at the very least, someone.
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Post by strider on Jun 27, 2021 2:13:20 GMT -5
Kell was at a loss. It was clear that Bari was excited about something, and equally clear that Light was feeling as uncertain and suspicious about the whole situation as Kell was. Ironically, it served to make Kell trust him a little bit more. He didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t get a read on Bari or Ian. Ian was a person. Ian was a chair. Kell was suddenly not so certain there was a huge difference between a person and a chair. It was impossible to know what was weird here and what was just normal…
“If you hear something,” he told Bari, glancing in the direction they were looking and lifting a hand to his own ear as though he might be able to hear it (he couldn’t), “that may be the best clue we have about where to find people. Or at least… where we might find information about whoever lived here. Lives here?” It was hard to tell for certain if the area was abandoned, but Kell found he hoped it wasn’t.
“I think splitting up would be a better idea if we knew where we were,” Kell added after a moment, meeting Light’s eyes. “Until then, the possibility of getting lost is pretty high, and I would much rather be stranded and uncertain with a group of strangers who are also stranded and uncertain than cornered somewhere by myself.” Kell was fairly certain that was the truth, but the idea of spending time with people for that long was… uncomfortable. Hopefully, they would get answers before too long.
“For now… we should stay as a group. I don’t know for sure that everything we find here is dangerous, but I would rather not be alone if we run into someone armed.”
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