If at first you don't succeed...

[helmetdoesnothing]

Who: Mituna Captor and you!
Where: In the village
When: Any time, May 2nd
Status: Open!
Style: Starting prose but will follow what you tag with :3 Feel free to catch him at the end of the narrative, when he's actually on the board, or you can kindly rescue the npc from the irate troll Mituna from the person he crashed in front of.

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The streets of the island village weren't anywhere near smooth enough for effective skateboarding, at least not when your every waking moment was plagued with balance and coordination issues. It was a good thing Mituna had his helmet, because he was taking more spills than usual today yet continuing on in dogged determination.

With how busy it was getting up in the village thanks to the mass evacuation, it couldn't come as a surprise when his next fall sent him sprawling at the feet of whichever unsuspecting person happened to be stood in the way.

What might have drawn more attention wasn't in fact the fall itself, but the fountain of cursing that came immediately after. Sick fires mostly. At least the parts that were actual words.

Comments

[replicatedcourage]

[Sola's fairly used to Mituna's special brand of rough and tumble by now and simply leans down to help him up.]

Are you okay? That was a really cool jump! I wish I knew how to skateboard.

[He's just going to ignore the massive amount of curses. A lot of the trolls curse left and right, especially Mituna and Gamzee though in different ways. He's not going to question it.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

FUCK Y-- oh hi Thola.

[And just like that his demeanour flicks from one side of the coin to the other, and he's sitting up, rubbing one side of his head and looking around for his board. It's lying on the ground a short distance away, upside-down, wheels slowly turning.]

Where'th my board?

[replicatedcourage]

Oh, hold on.

[He trots a bit away and picks the board up from where it skidded, bringing it back and holding it out awkwardly for Mituna to take.]

Here you go. Hey, if I got a board somewhere, could you teach me?

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He takes the board (almost drops it) and holds it under his arm.]

Heh heh, thure, buddy. Find one and I'll thhow you thome of my moveth.

[replicatedcourage]

Umm... I don't really know where to find one. I mean, maybe the nostalgia no- [Wait, nook's a bad word or trolls.] ... -place, but we can't get there right now. But you can teach me later, maybe? When we can get back down into the bubble. I can just watch you for now.

[He grins, looking forward to some wild stunts.]

[stridercentric]

[Bro catches sight of the skateboarding troll soon enough, but instead of helping out, he just stands back to watch for a while. It's amazing how much determination this kid has to just keep going. No matter how many times he almost eats dirt or knocks some innocent mook to the ground, he's getting right back up on that board. That kind of attitude earns him some mad respect from Bro.

Finally, after like five minutes and yet another fall on the troll's behalf, he steps towards Mituna and holds out a hand.]

C'mon kid, up you get.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He hisses something in irritated tones that sound almost like clicking, looking up and drawing in breath to apparently continue his tirade. Instead, his gaze falls on that hand being offered to him and whatever he was going to say dies in his throat. His expression contorts, half agitation and half confusion, then he lets out a huffing sound and grabs Bro's hand, using it to pull himself to his feet.

Once he's up, he pulls his helmet off - releasing that dandelion puff of jet black hair - and rubs his head. While his head doesn't seem to be bleeding, his lower lip is.]

The fh-fuck do you want?

[stridercentric]

[He pulls Mituna upright with incredible ease, but is sure to release that hand again immediately. He's a firm believer of having as little physical contact as possible and hand holding falls especially well into that category. The blood is duly noted, as is the potty mouth.]

Relax, man. Just here to talk. I'm a pretty big skate buff myself.

[helmetdoesnothing]

... Oh.

[He wobbles a little before regaining his balance, eyeing the human with some measure of distrust.]

Tho you're checking out my mad thkillth?

[Grin.]

[grandhighblood]

[Gotta admit- for a skinny looking thing, he sure flailed and cursed in such an impressive spew of words that even the highblood finds himself just staring down at him with nothing clever to really say back to him.]

Now that's a proper motherfucking reaction if I ever all did see one.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He doesn't look up at first, more occupied with glancing around in search of his board. There's very little injury on him, surprisingly, save for scraped elbows and a cut lip.]

Go thhove your head up your nook. [He spits the words out, then his eyes find the Grand Highblood's feet, and he looks up.. and up.. and up. His eyes widen faintly, not through fear - he has little reason to be afraid of a highblood - but from the sheer height of the troll in front of him.]

... Woah.

[grandhighblood]

[Snorts, then narrows his eyes- he recognizes Mituna as a yellowblood almost immediately. GHB has a nose like a bloodhound.]

Hey, motherfucker. Might wanna all up and rethink the wicked usage of your motherfucking tone when getting your convoluted speech on with a brother, yeah?

[helmetdoesnothing]

Thave it.

[More irritated with himself for his repeated epic faceplants than anything else, he wobbles awkwardly to his feet and looks around for his board.

While he may not be outright scared of the highblood, he still side-eyes him as he tries to move around him to get to where his board is lying on the ground nearby.]

[persea]

Percy automatically went to help the person up, and in the process realized that he wasn't human. Gray skin and horns? A monster? Mentally, he prepared to grab the ballpoint pen from his pocket that became his sword, Riptide.

"Whoa," he said as he helped whatever this guy was to his feet. "You okay?"

[helmetdoesnothing]

Mituna only allowed contact for as long as it took him to get up, and then froze against it for a moment before pulling himself away with what seemed to be considerable mental effort.

"Don't touch me," he muttered, appearing faintly unsettled. Grey skin and horns.. yes. Monster? That would really depend on how loose you were intending to play with the definition.

[persea]

Percy took a step back, hands up in surrender.

"Just trying to help you out, dude," he said. "I'm Percy. I'm new here."

He wasn't quite sure what to make of the guy. He definitely didn't seem to be a threat, and there was something about the way he had siezed up under Percy's helping hand made him want to know more about this kid.

"You have horns," he blurted. Not exactly tactful.

[helmetdoesnothing]

He found his board quickly and picked it up, hugging it against his chest, bony fingers curled around the edges.

"No thhit."

A slight amount of manoeuvring allowed him to pull his helmet off, and.. yeah, those horns are attached, alright. He shook his hair free in a slight, twitchy movement (and the question 'how does he fit all that hair in his helmet' has been asked many times and never answered), and fixed his bi-coloured eyes on Percy.

"You're pink."

[zipperlips]

It's impossible not to be used to this, having known Mituna as long as he has- an eternity, really, as far as the dream bubbles are concerned. Which is why he isn't startled by the cursing, and why he's not particularly worried, either.

In fact, he's so calm about it that he just crouches down and paps Mituna right across the mouth.

[helmetdoesnothing]

"Fucki--" Papped. He blinked and hushed, his expression contorting in displeasure, but at least he'd stopped ranting. Whether or not he was actually focussing was another matter.

"... Oh, hi KZ. 'Th up?"

[zipperlips]

Kurloz made a little "not much" gesture, because honestly, there's even less to do on the island than there is in the bubble, for all that it's pretty good for finding private places. Then he gestures at the ground, and frowns. It doesn't exactly seem good for skating.

[helmetdoesnothing]

Mituna just shrugged. It was no worse than some of the terrains in the dream bubble and he still hadn't really grasped much of a self-preservation instinct despite being alive now - evidenced by the blood beading on his lip.

Kurloz was there now, though, so he had other things to concentrate on. He gripped his moirail's arm.

"Help me up."

[thekidsare0kay]

Woah, you o-- [Sollux falls silent as Mituna unleashes a torrent of cursing. He nearly pulls out his SFC to take notes, but finally crouches down to pat him on the back] Done?

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He twitches violently as he's patted, hissing between his teeth, then looks up.]

... Yeth. [Something in the back of his mind flags up. He licks the blood off his bottom lip and grins] Hi bro.

[thekidsare0kay]

[Sollux grins back] Hi. That was a pretty impressive faceplant.

[helmetdoesnothing]

Fuck off! [Splutter.]

Help me up, athhole.