Mituna Captor (
helmetdoesnothing) wrote in
vatheon2013-02-03 06:49 am
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let sleeping dogs lie... but you can do what you want with yellowbloods
Who: Mituna Captor, open.
When: Afternoon, 2/2
Where: Park
Style: Whatever you feel comfortable with!
Status: Open.
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[Guess who's been in the park practicing his wicked skateboard moves? This guy.
Guess who fell off said skateboard and fell asleep in the grass in the park? Also this guy.
Mituna's lying under the shade of a tree, one arm tucked up under his head, his skateboard upside-down with the wheels slowly turning a few feet away.
===> Disturb the yellowblood?]
When: Afternoon, 2/2
Where: Park
Style: Whatever you feel comfortable with!
Status: Open.
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[Guess who's been in the park practicing his wicked skateboard moves? This guy.
Guess who fell off said skateboard and fell asleep in the grass in the park? Also this guy.
Mituna's lying under the shade of a tree, one arm tucked up under his head, his skateboard upside-down with the wheels slowly turning a few feet away.
===> Disturb the yellowblood?]

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And one of them certainly does! Fluffy white Pounce has scented out Mituna and runs closer, accidentally bumping into his side and falling over with a pathetic squeak.
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Then, he rolls onto his stomach and tucks his hands under his chin to stare at it.
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A certain kitty-troll is also watching from a short distance away, the other kitten in her arms, not making the slightest sound so as not to disturb this cute scene.
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He hasn't seen Nepeta yet, but he's never seen such a tiny meowbeast before!
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[She arrives to see a yellowblood she does not recognize. Too small to be Psii, and too large to be Sollux. So then who was this, and why did he look hurt?]
[Disciple opts to disturb the yellowblood, walking over and gently nudging him on the shoulder.]
Hey there, are you alright?
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He presses his back firmly to the tree he was resting under, watching her from behind the visor of his helmet.]
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[The oliveblood carefully sets down the basket she had been holding, and takes a step back. Her arms are up in a nonthreatening posture, showing what she hopes he interprets as no signs of hostility. Those claws tipping her fingers sure look sharp, though. ]
Sorry, I did not mean to frighten you. I do not want to hurt you, I just wanted to make sure you were not hurt with the way you were lying there.
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I wath thleeping.
[His fingertips dance lightly over the blades of grass beside him.]
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Some people might be tempted to wake Mituna up.
Some people.
Not Gamzee.
Wow, what kinda motherfucker do you think he is, waking up a dude obviously really enjoying his chillitude? Way harsh.
He sips his faygo a bit longer, before he finally moves to actually plop his ass down by the sleeping yellowblood, letting himself fall back onto his back then. His arms end up mostly spread out, as he idly watches the top of the bubble. Or what he can see of it through the leaves of the tree.]
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At first, he thinks it's Kurloz. Then he remembers that they're not that young anymore, and Kurloz never really dressed like that, but something about this troll gives him the same kind of feeling. Similar, but fainter. He squints, not quite able to grasp onto it.
Slowly, he pushes himself up to a sitting position, and cocks his head to one side. He looks up, to the top of the bubble, and his attention lingers there for a long few seconds before it strays again, back to the purpleblood.]
... Hey. Hi.
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[Gamzee raises a hand from where he is sprawled out. He actually got a good chill here going now. It's real nice to just take a minute and relax, feel all that ground under your husk like it is holding you up, and the grass tickling against his arms like a thousand tiny little hairs.
Man, that's deep.]
Hey, you ever thought like... grass is like fuckin' hair for the ground?
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That'th thome ff-fucking thponge-thtirring thhit.
[One day he'll have to get something to do about that lisp. One day.]
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[What? The weather as of late has been fairly cold, although it's mostly been restricted to the surface. One can never be too careful, especially with yellowbloods who don't seem particularly there sometimes.]
[...Or maybe he's just making excuses to fuss.]
[Regardless, after that, Darkleer just goes a few steps away to another tree to sit down and read his latest puzzle-bought book on other world's technology. If he's too close, he's worried he'd scare the kid.]
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Presently, he rolls over, gets himself tangled and struggles in a somewhat pathetic fashion for a moment, until he opens his eyes and realises there's a blanket on him. There's a long, quiet pause while he sits there, rubbing his thumbs over the soft material, then he looks around for the culprit.]
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Are you alright?
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... Yeth.
[More staring. Wow it really looks like he's concentrating.]
What are you doing.
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Hey kiddo, you okay?
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When he's speaks it's a mess of stammering and trying to get his sibilant sounds around slightly-too-long sharp teeth.]
Wh-what the fff-fuck do you want?!
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It looked like you took a fall, I was just checking to see if you needed help.
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Or, not disturb, exactly, since he isn't going to wake him up. Instead, he picks up the skateboard, sets it down by the tree, and takes a seat himself, idly tracing the pattern of finger bones on his gloves.]
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Hi.
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And that last one-- ouch.
...Wait. Was he unconscious now? Oh god tell him he wasn't unconscious.
Yata dropped his own board to the ground and kicked himself over to the prone alien, hopping off at the edge of the grass to go nudge him with a foot. ]
Oi. You're not dead or nothin', are you?
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It's an unfortunate habit of this particular troll to throw a temper tantrum at himself and then nod off, so when Yata nudges him, he's fast asleep, and twitches violently before rolling away from him, scrambling up into a half-crouched position. With the arrangement of awkwardly gangly limbs, he probably couldn't look less graceful if he tried.]
... Not thinthe I wath here.
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Uh... sort of? Yata isn't exactly entirely sure. But at the very least, he knows the guy's alive. ]
Not since-- oh you were dead before you got here.
[ He's used to that by now. Thanks, Mikoto. ]
You new to boarding or what?
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