vatheon | Think happy thoughts!

Who: Summoner and who ever manages to find him.
Where: On the island in the top room of the lighthouse
When: Saturday Morning.
Style: Prose.
Status: Open

The worst part is over. That confusion, most of the fear, that's gone. For the most part Summoner's managed to stay alone, alone while he's wingless, while the plates that make up the connection points for his wings lay flat over his back and he's unable to soar. That's where the real fear lied after, that vulnerability caused from taking something so precious from him, taking his flight option away from him. It was conflicting and terrifying and Lysunder hadn't realized how different everything was when he couldn't take to the skies. He hadn't realized how much he relied on flying, and hadn't realized how weak he was. With his wings, at least it made sense that his body always felt so light. He flew and hovered a lot after all. But being grounded this long without the option? He's now realizing how different his body actually feels, and he's thanking the mother grub that he's been alone for most of it.

The fact that this was a molt was something he had realized finally as well. The way his wings stripped, it was obvious, though it was hard to figure out because molting was more of a bird thing than an insect thing (at least wing specific molting), but then again, he was neither, wasn't he? He was a troll, and he had no knowledge about how wings worked for his kind, nor could he know that his body would want to refresh them. It was good to know, sure, and to be honest, his wings needed the refresher since they didn't really heal and he had to fix them by hand. But still, to be flightless this long isn't something he planned, isn't something he prepared for. And neither is this sudden pain jolting through his body from his back.

"Ah... w-w..what?"

A breath, curling up into himself a bit more, his eyes blinking more than usual as he feels the pain start to grow, an ache in his mid and upper back. Summoner crouches away from the wall he had been propped against, the various shredded away wing pieces decorating the floor around him, and he places a hand to the ground, putting either knee, bent, under him. Another jolt of pain and he closes his eyes, breathing out of clenched fangs. This much, was it supposed to.. hurt this much? And... already? He couldn't even feel-

"AH... HOLY F-" A gasp and then a higher pitched 'hnn' sounds as he crouches down, forehead almost against the floor. Summoner can feel a splitting, like... popping feel of the skin on his back. Like someone is slowly stabbing him, pressing a blade point in softly and just slowly edging it deeper and deeper. But...it's the opposite, it's poking into his flesh from the inside and in two places. The pain starting from either spot under the two plate clusters near his shoulder blades.

"This slow, ha... are you kidding me?"

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"Yeah. It's rainin' cats and dogs. Though it was clear when I got up here." He shrugged, trying hard not to push his ears against his head to block out the sound. Good hearing could be a problem sometimes.

"Hope dat's soon. Da grocer told me there were a bunch of wild carrots growin' around somewhere." Bugs can be a distraction. A very good one. "Been a while since I had any."

He has the decency to look somewhat sheepish for a moment, "Heh I jus' don't have the best sense a direction I guess."

"Carrots? Well I'm sure you can find them up here some where. I can alw-w-ways ask the local wild life, heh." He's doing pretty well to distract Summoner, that's for sure, the wing stumps slowly getting large on his back, blood pooling a little behind him.

The troll lets out a long breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Don't you? Well you can always learn. I think having a good sense of direction is, ha, heh, pretty useful... Can get you out of trouble."

"And let some other rabbit know about 'em?" Bugs waved his hand at the suggestion, "I'll take my chances wonderin' around." The toon leans on his elbow, eye half lidded at the suggestion. A small shake of his head; it keeps him from looking at that growing pool of orange at least.

"Heh, and lose my best gag? Tanks doc but I'll stick to gettin' in trouble."

"Uh, well I more mean they w-would already know about them, and I'd just do some digging to find out where." A small smile and then an eyebrow lift.

"Gag? You... you mean for uh, your show, right? Back home?"

Bugs grins a little. "Oh? Well, I won't argue wit dat kind of an idea."

The grin grows a little bigger and he nods, that left turn at Albuquerque has put him in so much trouble. "Heh, yeah. It's da easiest way to take da story outta the States." Not that it makes much sense, but it does in a weird way.

"Er, that States being da country I'm from in my woild." He has to remember the whole other world thing that happens in this place.

"Oh, heh, I uh, I was just about to ask." A smile before he lurches forward in pain, gasping as he hands clench his knees under him. The wing points shove out further and he holds his breath until it stops, eyes squinting closed, body curling up as small at is can. The moment is fast and after he stays small, catching up on his breathing before he raises his head, trying to ignore the blood trickling down his back.

"Heh, that wasn't as uh, bad as before, think the liquor's kicking in." A glance down, then up to Bugs, slowly sitting up again. "Thanks...uh, again, for that."

Bugs tenses. He's not used to this, not at all. He's never seen real pain on a person's face before. Let alone any sort of blood or actual wound. It's...shaking but somehow that's not the part that has his stomach tying itself into sailor's knots. It more like who is making those noises and bleeding all over the floor.

When Lysu glances up again Bugs just blinks before shaking his head, "Don't mention it kid. I can help wit da pain but you're da one whose gonna clean up this mess." He looks idly at the tips of his gloved hands in a parody of examining his nails, "I don't do floors."

He looks at the jug and then smirks a little, "Of course I could make tings work faster. Ya know, mallets work pretty well as an anesthetic." It's a joke, his tone making that fact rather obvious but he makes sure that his face reads true. Just to add that little twinge to the gag. Anticipation and timing. He can't lose those.

A dry laugh leaves his lips and Summoner shakes his head, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back up to his company with a smirk. How easy going the rabbit is definitely does well to keep his mind off the pain and Summoner can't help but appreciate the humor put in there as well. Not everyone understands the power of a good joke. And -good- humor, Signless knows there are plenty with completely twisted senses of humor and that definitely isn't what Lysunder needs right now.

But even through that he can see the rabbit's uneasiness and he purses his lips, licking the with a slight sigh.

"Thanks again, for seeing me, heh, but y-you should probably head back down below, all right? You- you don't really need to see this. I know it probably, uh, isn't that enjoyable of a show."

Bugs crosses his arms; he'll toy a bit with the idea. While getting lost would be nice it's also not very nice to leave a man, er troll bleeding. Natural occurrence or not, who knew what could happen if someone else came across Summoner. Not that the guy couldn't handle himself but it'd be easier with an extra set of hands.

"Kid, I sat tru everyone of Clark Gable's pictures." He shmirked and leaned back again, putting his hands behind his head, "That was not enjoyable." He closed his eyes and shrugged. He'd leave but only if it was what Lysu wanted. For the trolls sake not just to keep Bugs' stomach from ending up in his throat.

"And dat guy still beat me at the Academy Awards. People have no taste."

"Heh," a shake of his head, " Wish that joke wasn't lost on me, I have a feeling it was- was a good one." He manages a small smile.

"Maybe," he starts, feeling his throat lock up for a moment. "Maybe stay for a bit longer, and then be off... I don't want you- you here for the whole thing, but," a small smile, gnawing the inside of his lip a little.

"Gotta say your company isn't completely unwanted."

"I'll take dat feeling." Now he's wondering if those odd little discs have any of those old movies from his world on them. Though he pretty sure that not even Lysunder will swoon at the roguish antics of Rhett Butler.

"Once da weather clears, I'll go wit it. Deal?" He isn't sure how long that gives him but he can at least make sure that Lysu is comfortable for most of whatever the heck he's going through.

"Heh, guess you're stuck wit me den. I don't get compliments like dat too often."

Summoner can do some pretty heavy swooning, that's for sure. But you never know.

"All right... And really? A suave guy like you, heh, I'd expect you to get a range of compliments all the time?"

There are better men to swoon over from the forties, Lysu. Bugs will show him everything.

"Maybe if I had a feminine co-star but heh I usually play dat role."

Think happy thoughts!

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