[Hewwo Sidon... The next time he's moseying through the observation deck just MINDING HIS SWEET BUSINESS, maybe he'll bump into something? A little lump of something that he might not see given how dark the deep outreaches of space are, wow. When he looks down, he'll see what appears to be a bundle of white fabric! Wow! That's weird. Take a closer look, maybe?]
No just kidding unfortunately for me, but it is Dahut! He's so small and his labcoat is so but that it's hard to tell he's still in it at first... Also, he seems to be curled up into a fairly small ball, so that doesn't help.
The emotional spread, when sweet innocent Sidon comes to investigate, is strange! All of his emotions are a step to the left like something close to humanity but not quite there, and a bit muted, though notably less than Scien's. The most notable thing, though, is the panic that's doing a freaky lil thing where it'll fade a bit, flicker like an electronic about to shortcircuit, and then return again. He doesn't seem to notice his fishy friend... from his lil ball of emotions.....]
DAHUT WHY ARE YOU SO SMALL he has made himself shrimp-sized and it takes a moment for sidon to even identify there's a person in this pool of labcoat—the emotions actually hit first, and they are strange. ]
Dahut! [ sidon is mercifully well-adjusted when it comes to Feeling Things, but the staccato rhythm of panic is so odd that it still takes a moment for him to push past it, trying to unravel dahut from his labcoat so he can get a better look. ] Can you hear me!?
THIS IS SO FUNNY THOUGH HELP. Dahut is sooo small and Sidon is so fucking huge. He really has to look for this tiny fool in his labcoat from 500 feet in the air, huh.
Anyway, THERE HE GOES, HE'S BEING UNRAVELED like when you unwrap the paper from the bottom of a bao. He unfurls normally, at least, and seems unscathed! Though he's also keeping a hand over his stomach.]
—?! Oh! Oh... Monsieur Sidon, I'm sorry, are you alright--?
[ i take such psychic damage from the height chart. he's really had to take to a knee for this. but he does find his poor french tuberculosis orphan in this pile of FABRIC and grasps at his arm. ]
Dahut! That is a ridiculous question! [ JUST. IT IS. but his relief is palpable that he receives a response, a large and obvious wave of it. ] Are you all right? Are you injured?
[THIS IS SO FUNNY NOOOOOOO his arm is grasped. It's a small French orphan's arm.
Anyway, at the large wave of relief, Dahut's emotions do another strange thing where it's like, they just sort of stutter a bit?? But then also continue with a smooth broadcast and reception.]
You just sounded so concerned... [HE HAD TO ASK LISTEN. Though he looks a little puzzled at that, even with his hand still over his stomach. Tummy hurty??] Ah, no... No, I'm not. I'm sorry if I worried you.
[ he rattles him like a broken tv satellite when he can't seem to get his emotional reception working.
no, he grabs and adjusts him enough to sit him up properly and get him off the ground. ]
Of course I would be—you were collapsed. [ he does not blast him with another intense emotion, mostly because they've become something steady and serious rather than panicked. ] Is there something wrong with your stomach?
[HELP HE'D JUST BE A TINY SHRIMP BEING RATTLED BY A GIANT WHALESHARK.]
Ah, you don't have to worry. It's nothing serious, really! [His spinning disc drive of emotions is doing its best to right itself, struggling through a wobbly cycle toward something more stable.
There's a little thread of curiosity at the question though, because he didn't realize his hand had drifted there again. But he shakes his head!]
except sidon is not a violent man. his feelings are swivel back to surprise and concern, basically seated in front of dahut because otherwise he cannot possibly look him in his stupid huge anime orphan boy eyes and speak firmly. ]
He's looking up at Sidon with his stupid huge anime orphan boy eyes, though, and there's a little thread of something apologetic in his emotional spread. His wobbly CD feelings are given a focal point here in that he can now focus on trying to reassure Sidon that his stab is fine.]
It's all healed! No more blood. [Help.] I don't know if the hurting part is normal, though. I've never remembered a fatal injury before.
Sidon does not rattle him like the stupid sack of peas he is despite what i think. rather, he is on one hand trying to process what he is being told, and on the other trying to unravel what is going on here emotionally, which he tries not to dwell on lest he get distracted by a wobbly emotional hard drive. ]
Firstly! You do not need to reassure me. I am fine. Now matter how you answer or what you feel, I will be fine. [ what is he so concerned about Sidon for right now. ] Now—what happened? You were stabbed... before this? [ to DEATH? ] And the pain persists?
He's really out here having to deal with so much. At least Dahut's emotions outside of that freaky background hard drive crash seem to be in relatively good order.]
Oh, good. [DON'T JUST SAY OH GOOD but look he's glad Sidon will be fine because sometimes people get so weird when he's so casual about dying?? Wild! Who does that.]
But yes, I was! I'm pretty small so they got me really good... It hurts just a little, now and then.
it is weird but also he promised that he would not freak out, so he doesn't. he keeps his surprise limited to a blink, a little blip that eases into confusion. dahut should care more about getting deaded, but there's probably more to this. ]
Thanks for not freaking out though, buddy. Also, his weird CD skipping emotion is starting to flicker a little, like maybe he can stop being stuck in the background panic wash cycle soon.]
No, no, I'm already almost dead. [ERGO, NO LONGER IN DANGER.] Or was, I guess? Everything was in working order when I woke up here.
sidon has steely nerves, otherwise he would have broken his promise and spilled panic all over this place. but he is now talking like he would to one of his councilmen—a little firmer than before. like leashing in a TROUBLESOME MEMBER OF HIS COURT. ]
[ good, become shrimp. while he doesn't feel guilty, his tone is more dignified than authoritarian. he isn't trying to be mean. ]
Then why was affecting you so? [ full revival is still something he's wrapping his head around, but it's not the weirdest thing that could happen in zeldaverse. ] You were completely collapsed when I found you.
[ explain the malfunctioning floppy drive of emotion. ]
[Dahut knows that he isn't trying to be mean but he is still wilting like a piece of iceberg lettuce at the bottom of a forgotten bag in the crisper drawer...]
Mmmmm... That was something else. [THANKS DAHUT.] It aches a little, every now and then, but I'm pretty sure that it's psychosomatic!
[ the urgency of the situation has drained some, knowing that he isn't actually bleeding out. there is still a buzz of concern though, lingering. ] Could it happen again?
[THIS LETTUCE... At least he's not a bloody lettuce...
Anyway he opens his mouth. Closes his mouth. Opens it again?? The contemplation knocks his emotional CD drive back into properly working order, meaning the last vestiges of background panic spin cycle are gone.]
I hope not. [HELP.] It shouldn't? I'm fairly sturdy, so...
[you are a fool no one can keep me from the grave. accidentally types gravy first
He really is useless for answers though, but also, considering they just blabbed about so much shit in front of god and satan in the mess hall, he's a little less reticent than he'd been on the weekend.
Which means Sidon will get a straight answer, more or less.]
That's probably because memory banks still aren't perfectly "human". [Airquotes for the fish man.......] That's why they can still get a little worked up with an overexposure to emotion like this.
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No just kidding unfortunately for me, but it is Dahut! He's so small and his labcoat is so but that it's hard to tell he's still in it at first... Also, he seems to be curled up into a fairly small ball, so that doesn't help.
The emotional spread, when sweet innocent Sidon comes to investigate, is strange! All of his emotions are a step to the left like something close to humanity but not quite there, and a bit muted, though notably less than Scien's. The most notable thing, though, is the panic that's doing a freaky lil thing where it'll fade a bit, flicker like an electronic about to shortcircuit, and then return again. He doesn't seem to notice his fishy friend... from his lil ball of emotions.....]
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DAHUT WHY ARE YOU SO SMALL he has made himself shrimp-sized and it takes a moment for sidon to even identify there's a person in this pool of labcoat—the emotions actually hit first, and they are strange. ]
Dahut! [ sidon is mercifully well-adjusted when it comes to Feeling Things, but the staccato rhythm of panic is so odd that it still takes a moment for him to push past it, trying to unravel dahut from his labcoat so he can get a better look. ] Can you hear me!?
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THIS IS SO FUNNY THOUGH HELP. Dahut is sooo small and Sidon is so fucking huge. He really has to look for this tiny fool in his labcoat from 500 feet in the air, huh.
Anyway, THERE HE GOES, HE'S BEING UNRAVELED like when you unwrap the paper from the bottom of a bao. He unfurls normally, at least, and seems unscathed! Though he's also keeping a hand over his stomach.]
—?! Oh! Oh... Monsieur Sidon, I'm sorry, are you alright--?
[IS HE ALRIGHT.]
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Dahut! That is a ridiculous question! [ JUST. IT IS. but his relief is palpable that he receives a response, a large and obvious wave of it. ] Are you all right? Are you injured?
[ his tummy... ]
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Anyway, at the large wave of relief, Dahut's emotions do another strange thing where it's like, they just sort of stutter a bit?? But then also continue with a smooth broadcast and reception.]
You just sounded so concerned... [HE HAD TO ASK LISTEN. Though he looks a little puzzled at that, even with his hand still over his stomach. Tummy hurty??] Ah, no... No, I'm not. I'm sorry if I worried you.
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no, he grabs and adjusts him enough to sit him up properly and get him off the ground. ]
Of course I would be—you were collapsed. [ he does not blast him with another intense emotion, mostly because they've become something steady and serious rather than panicked. ] Is there something wrong with your stomach?
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Ah, you don't have to worry. It's nothing serious, really! [His spinning disc drive of emotions is doing its best to right itself, struggling through a wobbly cycle toward something more stable.
There's a little thread of curiosity at the question though, because he didn't realize his hand had drifted there again. But he shakes his head!]
Oh, no, that's just the stab.
[HELP.]
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except sidon is not a violent man. his feelings are swivel back to surprise and concern, basically seated in front of dahut because otherwise he cannot possibly look him in his stupid huge anime orphan boy eyes and speak firmly. ]
Is it healed? Let me see.
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He's looking up at Sidon with his stupid huge anime orphan boy eyes, though, and there's a little thread of something apologetic in his emotional spread. His wobbly CD feelings are given a focal point here in that he can now focus on trying to reassure Sidon that his stab is fine.]
It's all healed! No more blood. [Help.] I don't know if the hurting part is normal, though. I've never remembered a fatal injury before.
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Sidon does not rattle him like the stupid sack of peas he is despite what i think. rather, he is on one hand trying to process what he is being told, and on the other trying to unravel what is going on here emotionally, which he tries not to dwell on lest he get distracted by a wobbly emotional hard drive. ]
Firstly! You do not need to reassure me. I am fine. Now matter how you answer or what you feel, I will be fine. [ what is he so concerned about Sidon for right now. ] Now—what happened? You were stabbed... before this? [ to DEATH? ] And the pain persists?
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He's really out here having to deal with so much. At least Dahut's emotions outside of that freaky background hard drive crash seem to be in relatively good order.]
Oh, good. [DON'T JUST SAY OH GOOD but look he's glad Sidon will be fine because sometimes people get so weird when he's so casual about dying?? Wild! Who does that.]
But yes, I was! I'm pretty small so they got me really good... It hurts just a little, now and then.
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it is weird but also he promised that he would not freak out, so he doesn't. he keeps his surprise limited to a blink, a little blip that eases into confusion. dahut should care more about getting deaded, but there's probably more to this. ]
Who is "they?" Are you in danger?
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Thanks for not freaking out though, buddy. Also, his weird CD skipping emotion is starting to flicker a little, like maybe he can stop being stuck in the background panic wash cycle soon.]
No, no, I'm already almost dead. [ERGO, NO LONGER IN DANGER.] Or was, I guess? Everything was in working order when I woke up here.
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I... suppose the timing is ideal then? [ ???????? ] Though will you not just return to that same moment when this is said and done?
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Ah, that's fine. She can't stab me twice.
[He won't let himself be caught off his guard a SECOND TIME...]
Though even if I were to go right back to bleeding out, that would be fine, too!
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sidon has steely nerves, otherwise he would have broken his promise and spilled panic all over this place. but he is now talking like he would to one of his councilmen—a little firmer than before. like leashing in a TROUBLESOME MEMBER OF HIS COURT. ]
Explain why this would be fine.
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Ah, well... Even if something happens to me, my data is backed up, so I would just revive...
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Then why was affecting you so? [ full revival is still something he's wrapping his head around, but it's not the weirdest thing that could happen in zeldaverse. ] You were completely collapsed when I found you.
[ explain the malfunctioning floppy drive of emotion. ]
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Mmmmm... That was something else. [THANKS DAHUT.] It aches a little, every now and then, but I'm pretty sure that it's psychosomatic!
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Something else?
[ the urgency of the situation has drained some, knowing that he isn't actually bleeding out. there is still a buzz of concern though, lingering. ] Could it happen again?
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Anyway he opens his mouth. Closes his mouth. Opens it again?? The contemplation knocks his emotional CD drive back into properly working order, meaning the last vestiges of background panic spin cycle are gone.]
I hope not. [HELP.] It shouldn't? I'm fairly sturdy, so...
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he's contemplative, because dahut has now decided to become useless for answers. ]
Even if that is the case... You were panicked when I found you. That alone can be debilitating, no matter how sturdy your body may be.
[ a thoughtful pause. ]
It felt like panic, anyway. Your feelings strike a different chord, sometimes. [ he'll just say it?? ]
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He really is useless for answers though, but also, considering they just blabbed about so much shit in front of god and satan in the mess hall, he's a little less reticent than he'd been on the weekend.
Which means Sidon will get a straight answer, more or less.]
That's probably because memory banks still aren't perfectly "human". [Airquotes for the fish man.......] That's why they can still get a little worked up with an overexposure to emotion like this.
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