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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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.

[Sollux just makes an incoherent angry noise and lays there limply, growling deep in his throat like a cornered dog]

[The Netherlands is quiet until they arrive at the hospital. He deposits Sollux into proper care who actually knows what they're doing and tosses the towel into a dirty laundry heap. He's not about to take that back home with him.]

They'll take care of you.

Where am I? [Sollux cringes away from the first nurse who touches him, baring his teeth, but she tries to calm him down]

Hospital.

[He glares at the little punk. Least he could do is be calm for the nurse.]

[Give him a break. He's a frightened, recently blinded child in a foreign place. But as the nurses speak to him, he calms and submits to what they're doing to him, though he's nervous and snappish and uncomfortable]

Who are you?