Never too much of a good thing.

[rebull]

Who: Summoner and ANYONE.
When: Friday | Late Afternoon
Where: Near the plaza, on the ground, watch out.
Style: Action
Status: OPEN.

[Ugh he's-

he's going to be sick.]

[Laying back to the ground, fully clothed but feeling so overheated that he almost wants to just- change that. His wings are on the ground under him, flat, laying like this is one of the two ways he can actually lay afterall, on wings or not. They're neatly folded behind him though, minimal chance of stepping on them, but hey it can happen. You're more likely to hit his massive horns with a swiping step past him as he lays there.]

[But the ground is so nice and cold on his back through his open back shirt, and his stomach feels liks it's going to just, explode, taking him and everyone around him with him.]

Ugh-

[Worth it though, even with the groaning here and there, and the terrible pain in his gut. He forgets where he is, probably still near the plaza, yeah, plaza... He opens his eyes, vision a little blurry, ow, sky is still bright, shutting them again, staying on the ground where he is.]

[Still worth it.]

Comments

[onlyasign]

Oh, Summoner.

[It's not too hard to figure out what happened here, and Sufferer crouches near Summoner's head, his body casting a shadow over the supine troll's flushed face. He reaches out and puts a gentle hand on Summoner's shoulder.]

Come on, let's get you up. You can't lay here all day, someone will step on you.

[rebull]

[No, he is laying here. Eyes closed, he's not even communing in his general area much right now, mind in a haze. Signless's voice brings a small smile to his gruff face though, raising a hand slightly, as if reaching out-

effortlessly

reaching out for-

He taps Signless's cheek if it's in distance, finding it, oh, there, there it's his face. He places his palm against it softly.]

No, Signless, you can't be my savior right now, I- I already am my savior, right now.

[onlyasign]

[Siiiiigh.]

[Sufferer puts his hand over Summoner's, then reaches down with his other hand to open the collar of Summoner's shirt. He will say this for robot hands, they're awfully deft and quick.]

Of course you are. You can be your own savior just as well in the shade as you can in the sun, though. Come on, let's move you and then I'll get you something to drink.

[rebull]

[Deft, quick, and cool, ah, that familiar feel of metal on his skin is nice and he shifts a little, smiling to himself.]

Little more, ha- maybe I should just take the shirt right off~? [A chuckle, giving him a cocky grin before he breathes in deep. Uughh, still feeling pretty like he's not moving no where anytime soon, yep.]

Nothing to drink- no- ah, I'm okay here. I- I'll be fine, look at how fine I am.

[feralfanatic]

[A certain oliveblood stumbles upon him as she is doing her usual errands in the city. So she stops to lean over him, books in her arms, to just look down at him. Lysunder what are you even...?]

Are we quite alright?

[rebull]

[He's laying down, in the street, what does it look like? Sheesh.]

Swipe-

[feralfanatic]

Yes?

Would you like company? Is the ground particularly comfortable here?

[rebull]

Company yes- come here. [Though he's smiling a little, kind of faking how badly he feels. He lifts a hand, reaching for her. . . ]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh Summoner. And Darkleer nearly had a heart attack when he saw you.]

[He quickly realizes that everything is... more or less okay and not as bad as it seems, so he sighs and settles down besides him crosslegged.]

What on Alternia did you do, you silly fool?

[rebull]

[Yes, he's all right, just stupid.]

Something great, I should've done it earlier- [Pause.] Well no, I did do it earlier but uh- not to this length. I should do it to this length again. [Stays laying down, unmoving, besides a hand, that starts to pat around the ground aimless before it finds a knee to pat, and then it just rests on it.]

Don't be like me- Don't- don't...

[aim_exorable]

Trust me, I won't. I have common sense.

[Shoosh and let him scoop down underneath you to pick you up, Summoner.]

How much chocolate did you eat?

[rebull]

[Oh... oh getting picked up is nice. No matter how or when this happens he always seems to like it- if his wings are avoided anyway. But Darkleer's one of the few he doesn't mind accidentally swiping fingers past them, or even purposefully. Summoner pulls in a deep breath, groaning a little and curling up, his weight nothing to this highblood more than others.]

Ah- but that was only the front line- Darkleer- he was right.

[zipperlips]

[This probably isn't the person Summoner wants to see at all.

In fact, it almost definitely isn't. But it's kind of difficult to avoid, you see. Because Kurloz has walked up to stand just above Summoner's head- hey, with the way his horns go out to the side, there's no danger in it!- and leaning over him to look at his face. You don't look so good there, buddy.]

[rebull]

[It is not! Not- really anyway. It's confusing. Technically he doesn't know Kurloz though, but the again, besides Gamzee, Summoner's never exactly happy to see an indigoblood. And when he peeks open, noticing the light has changed over his face- he double takes.]

[It's instinctual almost, habit, how his face contorts and he whips his head around, aiming to closeline Kurloz's legs with his horns and down him before he moves to a crouched position facing him.]

Who-

[zipperlips]

[Kurloz leaps back, just barely avoiding getting tripped up by Summoner's impressive horns. It's a really good thing he has such long legs, otherwise he'd have been knocked over completely. He's still pretty off-balance, though, and it takes a moment before he's putting up his hands, showing off the fact that they're empty. He comes in peace! Even if he can't answer Summoner's question.]

[rebull]

[His eyes slim, nostrils flaring, Kurloz smells... familiar, but-]

Who the hell are you? [Says again, but completely and not just a quick 'who'.] Angel steal your tongue, carni? [He snaps, not moving, his eyes slimming.]

[crabbygenius]

So what did you do?

[Lysunder will find the light blotted out by a certain red headed bundle of science and concern as she leans over his head.]

Couldn't you have picked a better place for a nap?

[rebull]

Huh-? [Squints, stares, closes his eyes again- siighh.]

Ah ha- something uh- pretty great- Well this was close by. Heh, any further and I woulda collapsed instead of laid down.

[crabbygenius]

...Something "pretty great". And what exactly would that be?

[Sigh. Children.]

Any why exactly didn't you go home before you got to that point?

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood can smell the Summoner from a mile away. Well, perhaps not so literally, but he knows he's around before he even sees him sprawled out on the ground. The highblood had taken to being more... well, active as of late, even if it just means keeping himself in good shape- you never know what'll happen around here... always best to be on your toes at the ready!

Once the Summoner does come into view, the highblood grins and slowly makes his way towards him. He keeps perfectly silent, his stealthiness betraying his size, and by the time Summoner can even notice him approaching, he's already bringing his hands down fast on both horns, pinning his head down to the ground. Without even so much as a 'Hey motherfucker', too!]

[rebull]

[Well, let it be said that if Summoner never had his guard down here, it certainly was down for now. Most of his communing focusing on animals topside and not really around where he is right now. So you lucked out, Highblood, like a few others, not that he doesn't know that smell when the other gets near. A bit too late though- flash stepping bastard.]

-!?

[He jumps a little, lifting up, but his horns meet those hands as they come down and he does his best not to let his skull hit the ground too hard. Still hard enough to send him into a bit of a daze.]

Ah- y-you ass.

[The words growl out, spitting a little, feeling his heart rate pick up, squinting up at him.]

[grandhighblood]

[Yeahhhhh, flash-stepping might be cheating, but hey- when the hell does he ever get a chance like this? To catch Summoner off-guard... well, that's just a rare fucking thing, you know?]

Heh, oh. Motherfucker, you got no motherfucking idea how long I've all up been waiting to get the jump on your skinny ass. It's a motherfucking ordeal, you hear me?

[He's standing over his head, peering down at him as he leans down closer. Long strands of straggly hair brush against Summoner's face. Have fun with his breath- although it's probably NOT as bad as it could've been. Who'd of thunk? Maybe he got into a stash of mints by accident. Who knows.]

[zelda_hylia]

[It's been just about a year exactly since Lysunder got himself drunk and stuck in some bushes in the forest. If he had the smell of alcohol about him, Zelda would have guessed that he'd gone and gotten smashed again, but he doesn't. Letting out a small sigh, she kneels down next to the troll's face.]

What in the world is the matter with you?

[She's scolding, but she's worried, too.]

[rebull]

[Of course he doesn't smell like alcohol, he told Darkleer he wouldn't drink, and even if Summoner can be unreliable with some things, he keeps his promises at least. But atleast being drunk would be he probably wouldn't have to feel so gross right now- justified gross, worth it gross- but still gross.]

My own charm, I think- I think it got the better of me-

[zelda_hylia]

[It's a struggle to not give him a light smack for such a ridiculous comment. Even when trying to school her reaction, Zelda still rolls her eyes so hard that it seems that they might be in danger of rolling right out of her head. She stifles a smile, putting on a straight face.]

Is that so? Well, I can see why you might find that nauseating.