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Who: The Psiioniic/Helmsman and many more
Location: assorted places
Time: 1/1
Style: starting actionspam, i'll be happy to match though
Status: Semi-Closed (Open to private texts)

[ Though the moonlight provided more than ample illumination in the late (early?) pre-dawn hours, the glow cast from the Helmsman kept their immediate surroundings bright and clear and awash in reds, blues, and purples. He had a very long way to go before he could actually go on a walk with his companion in anything more than a figurative sense; his body was atrophied severely so. Though Darkleer intended to assist him in regaining physical mobility (a fact he had still not bothered sharing with his friends), he was so much more comfortable like this.

He floated quietly above the sandy beach at the side of his dearest, oldest friend. He was never particularly talkative to begin with, but this time his silence is clearly a thoughtful one. ]

[ Good morning, hivemates!

The Helmsman is in your foodpreparationblock, cooking a wide variety of foods. Notably, he's sitting on a stool at the countertop, watching idly as he orchestrates his efforts with his psionics. Occasionally, he'll glance down at his SFC, he's got an assortment of notes taken from a cooking show or ten that he may have been raptly watching the night before. ]

[ Much of the rest of the day will be spent... well, being himself. A lot of that involves sitting quietly, doing apparently absolutely nothing. Much of it involves fidgetting with his SFC in random locations throughout the hive and sometimes on the rooftop, next to the movable comb hive that Signless procured for him for Christmas. ]

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'But I made a differenthe to thith one.'

[ There is a pause after he answers, lips pursing thoughtfully. His eyes close and then open, and all along the beach little balls of energy appear like twinkling stars. ]

It ith too bad he wath not a thionic.

That's right.

[Signless watches, delighted, as the beach lights up with psionic power.]

Psii... you're making them look like the stars in the sky!

[His voice is light and full of happiness.]

[ He lifts his hand up as he looks to the Signless with a kind expression, and he curls his fingers. The little balls of light rise and float gently out towards the water, sinking into the cool ocean water. One by one, the lights begin to fade and blink out.]

Mmhm.

[Signless watches as the lights fade below the water, then splashes out of the sea to stand next to his friend.]

Thank you.

[He reaches up, gently looping his arm through one of Psii's.]

You helped all of them.

It...

[ He has a hard time finding a way to put what he's thinking in words. It would not have been wrong to have failed to do so, he's fairly sure, but it wouldn't have been exactly right either. Some part of him remembers a debate about the nature of charity, and he's almost positive that the parable about the child and the starfish was the winning stroke.

Or he could just be making things up. It is hard to tell when it comes to his mind. ]

It theemed good to do.

It was. That was a very good thing you just did.

[And he did it of his own violition, which makes it even better, but Signless won't point that out. It would probably just upset Psii if he did. So instead, he just stands next to him, watching the waves.]

How are your bees?

[ He doesn't entirely appreciate the sentiment, but only for the fact that he doesn't catch onto it. He would have, perhaps, been quite a bit more self-conscious had his efforts been pointed out for what they truly were.

So he watches the waves, and lets the subject change. ]

They are thettled. In time, they will be very productive.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

[He gently and playfully nudges Psii's side with his elbow.]

I've heard that honey is quite good with tea.

[ There's a disjointed sort of jerkiness to the way the Helmsman turns his head to regard the other troll, as if some part of that comment seemed strange. Which is bizarre, given that of course honey went well with tea, but it's more the fact that he said that in particular. ]

Ethpethially in chamomile. Yeth.

Then I look forward to enjoying a cup of chamomile tea with honey from your bees, once they start producing.

[Signless smiles innocently up at Psii, then tries to gently guide him further down the beach.]

[ Letting himself be guided along, as always, the Helmsman nods faintly though it is probably as clear as day to the other man that there is now something on his mind. It doesn't particularly show on his face or in his body language, but it is some indefinable quality about him that just conveys that he's turning a concept over and over in his abominable mutant brain. ]

[Oh, Signless knows--he knows Psii's moods almost as well as he knows his own--but he doesn't say anything, letting the other man sort things out on his own. If he wants to talk about whatever is on his mind, he will.]

There are many utheth.

[ Did he just spend a few minutes tumbling something over in his head only to come out with something that apparently makes no sense outside of it? Yes, he absolutely did. Unfortunately, clarification is one of those things he's not exactly good at. ]

Why that one?

[Fortunately, Signless has had sweeps to get used to the way Psii's brain sometimes get ahead of his mouth, and he has a pretty good idea what his friend is asking.]

Are you talking about honey or psionics?

[ He pauses, surprised. ]

Both.

[ He thought it made sense, after all. It wasn't like he had any luck focusing on a single concept. ]

[... Signless should have known.]

Well, for the honey, you've been drinking a lot of tea lately, and it's usually nice to combine two things you like. And for the psionics...

[He squeezes Psii's hand.]

I know it doesn't always seem like it, but your powers are a gift, Psii. You have the potential to do great good and cause much happiness with them.