vatheon | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Who: Nel and open
When: Monday the 29th
Where: The plaza
Style: Action
Status: Open!

[Hueco Mundo is a dimension with only an endless desert. There are no standing bodies of water, no gathered groups of buildings, no congregations of friendly faces. Needless to say, Nel's very confused, and more than a little scared. Her brothers aren't here, Ichigo isn't here, and everything feels weird somehow.

So right now she's doing what any sensible little Arrancar would do, and has made her way back in the coral a bit. She's not doing very well at hiding, since she's loudly calling for her brothers, climbing up on the fragile spikes to look around more.]

Pesche! Dondochakka! Bawabawa! Where is you guys? Nel is looking for you!

[Nel's not very big, a five-year-old girl with a cracked skull on her head and a bright pink stripe across her nose and cheeks, wearing a shapeless green dress. She's got a pretty bad lisp, thanks to missing all her front teeth.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Nel reaches out with one hand, touching her fingers to the paint on Gamzee's.]

Can Nel still be having my pink?

I can't all be seeing any reason as to why not.

[Sure, traditionally, the whole subjugglator thing is black and white only. But Gamzee is hardly a traditional troll. Nothing wrong with colours. He's got a little stash of coloured paints as well. Might as well put them to good use.]

[She presses her hand to her cheek, transferring the little bit of paint from her fingers to her skin.]

Good. It is showing who Nel is. That is how other Hollows is knowing Nel.

Then we sure as motherfuck gotta make sure to have that shit on your nug. Else your bros won't get to recognizing you when we find them.

[He extends a hand to her to help her off the coral.]

You wanna get to a motherfucker's hive then. Got all my paints right there at.

[As much of a slob he is with... pretty much everything, his paint and brushes are kept with the utmost of care. The sort of care he only lavishes on his ridiculous clown posters. Hey, he's just a good religious boy, okay.]

[She takes his hand and hops down next to him. Nel never learned not to be scared of strangers.]

What is a hive?

Your pad. You know, a bro's crib?

[This is extremely unhelpful.]

[This is not the face of a person who understands.]

Like... what you live in?

[It is like nobody speaks English around here sometimes.]

Nel is living in the desert.

You haven't got yourself no home then? Like, some place where you get to keeping all your stuff, your posters and shit.

[A house wouldn't be a home without creepy clown posters. It's that personal touch.]

Nel is not having any posters.

Aww. You'd up and be wanting one of mine? I got more than what my hive walls can be handling themselves with.

[Creepy horror clowns make for perfect child posters.]

Nel is not having somewhere to put it.

Fuck. That is some truth there.

[He ponders for a moment.]

What about if I first be getting you some poster and then we up and find you a motherfuckin' hive to put it up in at? That sound cool with you?

It is needing to be a big hive. Nels brothers is very large.

Yeah? How big?

[He's seen some big motherfuckers fit in these hives. Darkleer ain't the shortest and he fits just right in their hive.]

[Nel takes a moment to think about it. She holds her arms out really wide but that is obviously not big enough. So...]

Stay there.

[And she runs off about twenty feet in one direction, stops, yells back at Gamzee]

THIS BIG!

[and then runs past the troll about twenty feet to the other side.

She has large siblings.]

Shit, lil' sis, I'm thinking that is all being as big as my ol' goat was.

[His old goat never fitted in any hives either.

He rubs the back of his neck for a moment, pondering.]

I don't up and know if there is all being any hives big as what your bros is gonna be needing here, but shit, let me tell you this: I know me a couple of motherfuckers what can build anything. I bet they could build you a hive big enough for fitting your bros in when you get to finding them.

Nel is a little goat! [A statement that makes perfect sense to Nel and no one else in the conversation.]

Bawabawa would very much be liking a hive big enough for him! What is your friends name?

[He just nods to the goat thing. If she says she is a little goat then he is all sort of down with that, really.]

Darkleer. Just blows a bro's mind when I think on it, like motherfuck, you know? but that motherfucker can build anything. I bet he could build a hive for your bro too.

... that is not a friendly name.

[In terms of troll names, that name is about as terrifying as Fred really.]

He's a real swell sort of motherfucker. You just gotta get your knowing on for him.

[Nel nods.]

Nel is sure he is a very swell motherfucker if he is being your friend.

You can up and get to meetin' him if you wanna. When we go and get your face done up proper like. He lives at my hive too.

Is he your brother?