vatheon | Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' [OPEN]

Entry tags:

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' [OPEN]

Who: Tavros Nitram and anyone who wants to pester the kid in a wheelchair.
Where: Almost anywhere!
When: any time after his robot legs god ripped off? }:D??
Style: Your choice?
Status: Open!

Tavros was more than a little bummed at first when his robot legs started malfunctioning. He knew it was the best idea to take them off before he hurt himself or -god forbid- Nepeta. He'd just thought he was past needing a four-wheel device to get around, and the hive they were living in wasn't actually equipped for someone who couldn't walk.

Still, he made do with what he could and Nepeta helped him out a lot. It was actually easier to get around not having legs at all than it was trying to drag around useless ones, he could practically make it all the way up the stairs going backwards using just his arms. Equius promised to make him new legs, so he knew it wouldn't be forever. It just brought up a lot of ingrained fears and insecurities that he'd never really dealt with.

He wasn't letting it get to him. Though technically it was more Nepeta not letting him let it get to him. So he still went out, maneuvering easily through the streets in his chair, even rolling out towards the forest to see how far he could get.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"W-wha...?" His expression slowly melted into one of shock and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair. "Is, uh... that something, that is even possible?"

Half of him is made of metal, surely he'd be to heavy? But oh... the hope he now has in his eyes.

He is now feeling considerably better about this venture, and his smile becomes just a bit less awkward as it reappears. "It is certainly not an easy task, but I believe I have everything I could ask for in this city. I could tell you more about it, if you would like, to make sure everything is to your liking and that there are no issues."

"Y-yes please!" He looks so flabbergasted and excited that he doesn't know what to do with himself. What's with these bluebloods building him things for no reason. "But... why?"

Yes, the reason 'why'... Darkleer argues with himself for a brief second on if he should admit something like this. It seems almost rather silly. For the most part, he knows the young troll through Gamzee and Nepeta, and Summoner as well. It seems a bit much on its own.

"I thought... in case something happens again, perhaps it would be something to make you feel closer to, ah, Summoner. Something for, if he runs off again-" When. "-you have something to show him when gets back." If. When he runs off or is pulled back, if he comes back to Vatheon.

Darkleer doesn't mention that, however. No need to spread his pessimism to others.

"You, uh... think that he is going to?" Tavros could be pretty pessimistic himself, he just had a tendency to cover it up with false hopes and a lot of pretending. Besides, he believed when everyone else didn't that Summoner would come back, and he did! That had to count for something, right?

"I promise that, I will do something good to, uh... thank you for them."

"No, no, this is just in case- although I did start on this project when he was gone for a while," he says hastily. Back to the awkward smiles which are starting to fade out as he crouches down. "Now that he's back, perhaps the two of you can spend some time together.

"And please, I like building things. There is hardly any reason to thank me."

Tavros can't help but get a little wistful at the thought of flying around with Summoner, soaring the skies and being all awe inspiring. He's all but bouncing in his seat at the thought of it, but he watches Darkleer's face as he kneels. "I think that, thanking you and Equius, is very much an important thing that needs doing."

"If you insist." It feels a bit embarrassing with how excited Tavros is, but he can't very well tell the boy not to do what he wants. "To make it still functional but detachable, I would have to put something in your back. It would not be anything major, so you would not have to worry about that. I would make it as non-obtrusive as possible."

"Uhh... What if, one day I get wings like Lysunder has." He did talk about this with Summoner once. For a lowblood it was still a long way off, but it could happen. Maybe. "Would that make something bad happen?"

Fortunately, Darkleer has already taken this into consideration, so he's prepared for the question. "Not if they are positioned correctly so that they do not interfere with your body's natural process. I have... studied Summoner's wings a bit, and I believe it is possible. They would only be there to serve as a connection to your body and the mechanical wings. I have some diagrams and such, if you would like to see it that way."

"Uhm... yes, please!" Tav on the other hand knows very little about bioengineering and how it all works, but he's more than interested if it means he could possibly fly. "I mean, if that would be okay?"

"I was the one who offered." Settling down so that he's more comfortable, Darkleer equips the omni-tool he made a while back after seeing what Summoner was equipped during that one particular species changing curse. Blue light forms over his fist and forearm, and his fingers flick over it as he pulls out the file. What would be the fun in it if he didn't change the design somewhat?

As a holographic- still blue- image of a bare troll body comes up, Darkleer begins to gesture as he explains. "I would have to open up your back to insert them, but they would be small-" A series of little dots lights up along the spine. "They wouldn't get in the way. After that, we would let your body adjust and heal up, although there are methods we can make the latter a faster process. Simple so far?"

"Woah..." What was it he said about the bluebloods being the best of the best at what they did?

Tav sat and watched the display with no small amount of amazement, both at the technology and what it was displaying. "And, uh... putting things in my spine won't, make the rest of me paralyzed too?"

It helps when you have a couple of centuries under your belt.

"No, they won't, you won't have to worry. Biotechnology can be delicate, but when merged with a troll, it tends to take on the same sturdy characteristics we are known for." Like walking around missing an eye on and an arm like it's not a big deal. Goshdarned wacky ceruleans. "Once those have settled, this is what would be attached to your back."

Another piece to joint the rest of the hologram- a lightweight machine that's sturdiest in the center which represents a spine almost. The rest is clearly delicate in a way. They are based off of insect wings, after all, but Darkleer knows they will be sturdy enough. Quietly, he begins to explain how it will stay attached to Tavros' back in as simple enough terms as he can manage since he knows the boy is hardly an engineer. There is also discussion of the wings, and how everything will be transmitted from the wings to the small tech in his back.

It might also be a bit obvious that he is at his most relaxed when he is deep within a project, even if it is just explaining it.

That eased up the bulk of whatever worries he had. Granted he'd been up and about in under an hour after getting sawed in half but for someone who spent an extended period of time trapped in a wheelchair, the thought of messing with his spine could be a bit off putting. But he trusted Darkleer to know what he was doing better than anyone else really, so it made it a lot easier to tell himself that he had nothing to worry about.

He things the wings are beautiful already and they aren't even real. "And, uh... they will be able to lift me, even though I am half a robot?"

Which has been his biggest worry, even if one day he gets his own wings one day. Maybe he'll never be able to fly properly because he's too heavy.

"That's right." A deep breath that is accompanied by an actual pleased smile. "I have access to so many different supplies here, and that allows me a great deal more opportunity than if I had simply been stuck with Alternian technology."

Honestly, it is one of the better things about living here even with all the curses and experimentation. The Nostalgia Quarter may be ill-named but he cannot deny its usefulness. Just learning about the various technology which appears in its depths is enough to fill up his schedule at times, something which pleases him. It can be hard to find a challenge, sometimes.

"Is there, uh... is there anything I can do to help?" It was mostly still ingrained in him just from being a lowblood, but accepting something for nothing from a highblood was still a hard concept to wrap his mind around.

"I do not believe so?" Just a bland blink. Besides the fact that Tavros is practically 'family' by this point with his connections to the others (is that how family works? aliens, man) there is also the simple fact that he is still so young, there really isn't much he can offer. "Well, I suppose if you wished to help with the cost of supplies, you could lend to that."

"I will do anything, that you need me to do to help." Tavros beams up at him. He doesn't have much of worth to anyone but himself, but he'll find a way if that's what it takes. Darkleer is quickly becoming one of his favorite adults.

"Well.." He seems quite eager to help. Darkleer supposes there is no harm in accepting some of it. He gives a slight shrug. "I just need to do some finishing touches on the wings themselves. You could help assist with that, if you would like to. We can also implant the biotechnology in your back whenever you would like."

"Okay!" He smiles brightly. "And, uh... whenever is, okay for me too. I just want to tell Nepeta about it first."

"That sounds reasonable." Pushing himself back onto his feet, he nods to Tavros. "Just message me whenever you are ready, and I will find some time."

"Would, uh... would it be easier to do it, when Equius finishes with my legs?" Do it all in one go?

"It might, particularly if he's made any changes or upgrades to your legs. So would you like it done then?"

"He had mentioned that upgrading was a thing he wanted to do, so maybe that would be a good idea." That way he can talk to Nepeta, who he thinks would probably want to be around when all that happens anyway.

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' [OPEN]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)