It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

[helmetdoesnothing]

Who: Mituna Captor & YOU
When: April 8th
Where: Phanga neighbourhood (to start)
Style: Action, but reply with what you prefer!
Status: Open

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"Fuck!"

The first thing that might be noticed as Mituna Captor's voice broadcast over the SFCs and filtered out through an open window into the street of the Phanga neighbourhood was the significant lessening of his ever-present vocal slurring. The single, vitriolic word was crisp and sharp, and rightly so for although the yellowblood had woken up entirely blind - the cause of his outburst - he also awoke with every part of his mind slotted into the right place. Like a jigsaw finally being put together, he could fully comprehend what was happening around him in a way that he hadn't been able to in sweeps. Sparks crackled at his fingers and he didn't even have to force it. Not that it would be any fucking use since he couldn't fucking see.

Still, he had enough presence of mind to fumble his way into some clothes and carefully feel his way to the door - not without cracking his shins on one of the door frames along the way - and when he found it and pulled it open, he could feel warmth on his face and he knew he should be seeing, he knew his eyes were wide open and...

Why couldn't he see.

"What the ever-loving, grubthucking fuck is happening," he muttered, gripping against the door frame and resting his forehead against it. Memories floated back to him as he stood there. Noise and light. Fear. Pain. He flinched, shook it off and shivered. This was just his fucking luck, wasn't it? The universe, once again, ramming a throbbing bonebulge right up his nook for shits and giggles.

He sat down on the doorstep and rubbed one temple, trying to organise his thoughts.

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[horseystyle]

Things aren't going so well around here, are they? Not for any of them. It seemed that there had been loses with these gains, though Damara still wasn't entirely sure what hers was. She had seen some in others already, not that she entirely understood or even cared why they were as stressed as they were.

But this one? This one she could potentially understand.

Being neighbors meant that Damara was used to the sudden and mostly nonsensical outbursts from next door, but today's outfit was... strangely coherent. Curious. Curious enough that it has brought her out of the house and to front steps of the one next to it, staring intently at Mituna for a few moments before finally deciding to speak. "The broken has been fixed."

[helmetdoesnothing]

He heard someone approaching, his shoulders growing tense as he gripped lightly against the edge of the porch step. The door was still open behind him but fuck if he trusted his co-ordination to get himself inside and the door closed before anyone or anything could get the jump on him. The yellowblood could feel eyes on him, though he had no way to judge how close they were until he heard the voice.

One he recognised.

"Damara..."

Shit.

He felt his way up the door frame as he got to his feet, head turned in what he hoped was her direction. "I thee your powerth of obthervation are thtill impeccable."

[zipperlips]

It just figured, that the start of the curse would hit when Kurloz wasn't near his moirail, the one time he needed him. It felt alien, after all these sweeps and sweeps, to have something in his mouth again, and every time he shifted his tongue he had to fight the urge to gag or to bite down. He wanted it gone, but he couldn't do that yet. Not until he could get away from everyone, and not when he was still unsteady with the sudden absence of his chucklevoodoos. There was only one way he'd be talking to Mituna right now, and he'd prefer to do that privately.

Kurloz didn't expect to see Mituna practically waiting on the doorstep of the next house over, as soon as he left the door, but it was good luck he was willing to accept. Kurloz didn't even bother waving, because as far as he knows, nothing was wrong with Mituna. The only sign of his approach was the sound of his footsteps. After being silent for so long, Kurloz's voice was a hoarse wreck, probably nothing like what Mituna remembered. "Miracle timing, diamondbro," he rasped.

[horseystyle]

"While yours remain questionable." PS Mituna you were actually looking exactly away from her, which was sort of really damn funny. But that's not important, really. What is important is that their telekinetic seems to be back in mostly working order.

Damara moves up on to the step next to him and hums in low, quiet thought. "But the pieces have not all been put together. There is still a crack." And now she'll just sort of... wave her hand in his face.

[helmetdoesnothing]

The footsteps were enough, tantalisingly familiar but he'd never really paid that much attention to how Kurloz sounded when he walked before. All he could be sure of was that it was someone he was familiar with. He gripped hard against his knees frowning deeply, lifting his head up at the voice and staring - as well as he could stare right now - in the direction it had come from.

His own was tentative as he questioned. "... Kurloz? That'th you, ithn't it?" Why would anyone else have reason to call him that? No one would, and there was something he knew in that rasping voice despite how rusty it was. He reached one hand out carefully. "I can't thee, I can't fucking-- I'm blind. Hah! Didn't I thay I'd go fucking blind. I thaid that. Come here, I don't know where the fuck you are."

[helmetdoesnothing]

Mituna rolls his eyes, still gripping to the door frame like it's the only thing keeping him on the ground. For all he knows, it is. Any memory he has of this place - Vatheon, yes, he knows where he is - is fuzzy and can't be relied upon. Damn, what had he even done to himself?

Let's be honest he'd probably deserved it. In some round-about fucked up way he'd probably deserved it.

His blindness became evident enough when she waved her hand in front of his face. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the shift in air against his skin. "... What are you doing."

[zipperlips]

Kurloz reached out and grabbed Mituna's hand in a grip tight enough to be painful, the moment it was offered up, even as he gave Mituna a considering look. That was more clarity and less freaking out than he'd gotten from him without 'voodoos in a very long time. Something more than simple blindness was going on here.

"Sure thing, motherfucker," he said, answering two questions in one. He kept his sentences short. "You gonna get your tell on for what happened?" Without letting go of Mituna's hand, he slid down into a seat on the stair next to him, digging his teeth into his lip hard enough to reopen the scratches there.

[helmetdoesnothing]

"Ow--" His fingers spasmed in Kurloz's grip but he didn't try to escape it. The other troll's familiar, cool skin was a more of a comfort than he'd readily admit. When he felt him moving to sit beside him he scooted over slightly, feeling for the edge of the step so he didn't fall off it, then he clasped his free hand tightly over both of theirs. While his head was turned in his moirail's general direction, his gaze was a million miles away.

"I don't know," he began honestly. Yeah, he was a hair away from having a total nervous freak-out, but Kurloz's presence was already helping that. He pulled in a slow, steadying breath. "I woke up thith way. KZ, I can.. I can remember thhit, it'th like a fog'th gone."

[zipperlips]

It's a good thing that Mituna finds it a comfort, because Kurloz wasn't about to let go. If anything, his grip just got even tighter. It's a good thing Mituna was blind now, because he was all over tense with caution. If not for how unused to speaking he was, his voice would probably reflect that. Instead, his tone was just a trifle softer. "What's that shit being?"

There are a lot of secrets that were once hidden in Mituna's shattered pan, a lot of secrets he doesn't want anyone else catching hint of. Not even Mituna himself. And if the damage to his brain is truly repaired, the damage not even death could fix him of, while Kurloz has no way to keep him in line... well.

He only hopes it won't come to that.

[helmetdoesnothing]

"It'th thtill.." His eyes closed, a frown tugging at his eyebrows as things continued to slowly fall into place. "It'th thtill coming, in bitth and pietheth." It was just as well it hadn't all dropped on him at once or he might have been in just as much of a mess as he was under usual circumstances. More likely than not it was all already there, but he'd been so long without it, he just needed time to filter through things.

The fingers clasped over Kurloz's moved slightly, his thumb drawing a slow circle on the softer part of his hand. Mituna grew quiet then, though that small movement still continued, his head bowed slightly as his hair fell forwards to hide his expression.

"Thith ithn't right.." he muttered, then before Kurloz could start to become wary of what he meant, he continued. "Your voithe. You're thpeaking."

[thekidsare0kay]

"What?" Sollux is feeling his way along himself, as blind as Mituna is and twice as irritated. "'Tuna, ith that you?"

[helmetdoesnothing]

"Thollux?" Wow, buddy, what's with the lisp? As confused and agitated as he is, he's sure Sollux didn't have that speech impediment the last time they spoke.

"Yeah, it'th me, who the fuck elthe ith it gonna be, geniuth?"

[thekidsare0kay]

"I don't know, there could be a hundred lotherth with that thpeech impediment in thith bubble," Sollux sasses back, feeling his way towards that voice. "Why did you thwear jutht now?"

[zipperlips]

The tension almost drained out of Kurloz, between Mituna rubbing his thumb against the back of his hand and the lack of substansial information. "Lemme know what puzzles a brother gets," he just said.

"Mother fucking miracles." The bitter laugh Kurloz attempted just came out as a rasping sound from the back of his throat. "Lost my stitches." Because he regained a certain necessary part for talking, but the less he thought about that, the better.

[helmetdoesnothing]

"Fuck you, athhole." He didn't move, hearing Sollux's voice growing closer. "Why doeth it look like I thwore, I've gone blind. Thith ithn't the kind of thing conduthive to my having a good thtart to the day."

[paladaddy]

Oh yeah, that was definitely a noticeable change. Shiro didn't see it in person, only over the SFC, but he could hear a difference in Mituna's voice and he was sure something had happened.

It also helped that things were weird enough on his end, so he knew some kind of curse was happening.

"Mituna? Are you alright?"

The question goes out over the SFC, since he doesn't know where Mituna lives and can't go check on him.

[thekidsare0kay]

"You're blind?" Sollux stops where he is. "Really? Ith thith a blindnethh and thtupidity curthe?"

[helmetdoesnothing]

He rubbed at one of his eyes, groaning under his breath. "Thollux, pull your head out of your theedflap for one fucking thecond, buddy."

A blindness curse might not be far off the paper currency, but he hadn't heard of anyone else suffering the same thing. "Yeth, I'm really blind." Also really not stupid. He wasn't sure yet which one was more disturbing.

"Where the fuck are you? Thtop pithing around."

[helmetdoesnothing]

Ah-- Shiro! He fumbled for his SFC, all co-ordination gone to pot with the lack of his sight, and had to fiddle with it before he could properly respond. At least he wasn't holding it upside-down.

"No." A rather firm, emphatic negative to that one. "I can't thee."

But he was also not twitching, and looked relatively calm considering his situation.

[thekidsare0kay]

"I'm blind, too!" Which of course Sollux realizes now means Mituna can't tell Sollux is blind. "Jutht thtay where you are and talk to me." He pauses. "Why are you thounding tho coherent?"

[paladaddy]

"Well, maybe if you moved your hair out of the way..."

He said that in a joking manner. Mituna really does have long hair, he's not surprised that the kid has trouble seeing.

[helmetdoesnothing]

"I am thtaying where I am. Thhit. Did you catth my brain problemth?" He had one arm held out, fingers extended, carefully reaching towards the sound of Sollux's voice.

"I woke up like thith."

[helmetdoesnothing]

Squint. His lips twisted in a displeased expression, and he did scrape his hair out of the way, showing off the raised red and blue scars that radiated out from his temples and around his eyes. Though it was hard to see with the colour of them, his eyes were utterly unfocused. He was looking more towards the sound of Shiro's voice than the SFC.

"Funny, athhat," he grumbled. "I'm blind."

[paladaddy]

Okay, yeah, when Mituna did that he could see what the troll was talking about. "...so you are," he said thoughtfully, scratching at his beard, "Is that the only thing that changed?"

He already knows that something else is different too, but he's not sure what it is, so he'll wait for Mituna to say.

[helmetdoesnothing]

He hesitated slightly, then.. "No."

Mituna frowned, chewing on his bottom lip, not quite hard enough to break the skin. He scratched the bridge of his nose delicately with one fingernail.

"I'm not broken anymore."