vatheon | New Arrival

Who: Sollux Captor and ANYONE!
Where: By the coral
When: Today
Format: Starting in prose but I'm happy to follow your lead
Status: Open as Sollux' gaping ocular sockets

He was killing himself. He could feel it in the intense pain that exploded across his think pan like someone was jabbing two culling forks through his eye sockets and then wiggling them around inside his brain.

He was sure he had killed himself. He sort of hoped he had killed himself, because living with that kind of damage was going to suck serious hoofbeast testicles.

And then he'd expected to hopefully find himself safe and sound in the bubbles, where he could spend eternity reliving the few good moments he'd had in his short life and leave the universe-saving and misery to someone else. What he hadn't expected was a whole lot of water, and confusion and a lot of voices, none of which were familiar. It sounded like he'd suddenly landed himself in the middle of a city.

Frightened and confused, he pushed himself up, coughing up a lungful of sea water and yellow blood, and felt around helplessly, searching for something, anything familiar. "Hello?" he called out, but not too loud. Karkat, Kanaya, Terezi and Gamzee had been right there. Why wasn't anyone saying anything to him?

"What happened?"

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You first.

[He just snarls and falls silent, red and blue sparks jumping between his eyes and horns. It hurts like hell, but he's freaked out and scared, and he's so very done with this conversation]

[Wha...t the Hell. His posture stiffens as he watches the sparks dance. The thought passes his mind that maybe he doesn't want to know what the Hell this kid is, but he's not about to leave without proper payment. It's not like he can take back a towel smeared with yellow all over it. He doubts he wants that anywhere near his laundry anyway.]

Pay up.

What? [He glares up at him] Pay up for what?

[He remains composed, speaking evenly. His scarf by now is drenched with sweat but he's not about to admit to it with his actions. He points at the towel though he's not sure the...kid...can even see what he's pointing to.]

Towel.

I didn't ASK you to give me the fucking towel. [He throws it in the annoying person's general direction. It falls pathetically short]

[He's thankful it falls short since he is exactly rushing to snatch it back up. But he is rather irritated that he just sacrificed his towel without a replacement.]

You took it anyway.

I didn't know it wasn't free. Have I mentioned that you can go fuck yourself yet?

What's done is done. Pay up.

[Kill him now.] How much is it?

[He's silent for a brief moment. "Free", honestly, since Vatheon didn't have a form of currency. Not that he's about to clue Sollux in on that.]

Seven Euro.

You're new, right? Tell you what. I'll give it to you for free if you answer my question earlier. We have to help each other in situations like this, right?

I don't have any Euro. I have boondollars, and you're not getting any.

[He snorts and glares, still growling] I'm a troll. Happy?

Don't want them anyway and not really.

[Norway is the troll expert. And now he's making a mental note to stay the fuck away from said country.]

So who the fuck are you? Now that I've answered your question, it's your turn!

Rude.

[He quietly takes a step back. He's not answer if the kid keeps yapping his trap on like that.]

Wow, and you're not? I'm practically dead, and you're asking me rude questions and trying to get me to pay you to help me, but you won't fucking leave me alone!

[Yes, he's really angry. A blast erupts from his eyes towards the stranger.

At the same time, another gout of blood comes to his mouth and he doubles over with a cry, shaking at the pain]

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[The nation barely has time to slip out of the blast's wave. He looks away once the coughing fit starts up again, not quite something he wants to witness.]

Seem alive enough to me.

[He kicks the towel back toward him, though. It's on the house.]

Won't you die if I leave you here by yourself?

[He snarls between coughs] No, but you might. Go away.

[He heaves. Can't be honest, brat? Now he's going to get your troll cooties all over him.]

Get up.

[Oh for fuck's sake. He bats at the stranger, snarling with fear and anger] Go away!

[You are going to the hospital and you will like it!!]

Shut up and stop fighting so much!

No! Where are you taking me? [His headache is so bad he can't use his powers again, and his blows are pretty noodly and pathetic.]

Don't ask questions.

[He grabs the towels and covers his shoulders with that before heaving the troll up. The hospital isn't too far away but it feels three times as far away with this flailing thing over his shoulders.]

[He might be an angry, vicious member of a sociopathic alien race, but he's also a 13-year-old child. He whimpers as his head explodes with more pain, and covers his face, fighting unconsciousness.]

[He doesn't dare pat the kid but he shifts his shoulder to show the troll how painful it can be if he doesn't stay still.]

Stop that.

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