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.
[ drown in gravy which i typed as grave. the curse is spreading
they really did share so much during their blood drive. and he's sure they have more secrets or such, but the ones that matter to him center around dahut's well being. ]
I see... [ well!!! he kind of sees. even if he doesn't know data and memory banks work. he sees enough. ] If that's what it is—the side effects of these "nanites" must be difficult for you.
Sidon is truly so nice. This is so funny. He's so well-adjusted and normal about showing his feelings, unlike Haru Free, who is somehow more abnormal than a giant fish with abs.
He just smiles a little at that, though! There's a note of apology in his emotional spread.]
Aha, it hasn't been bad! Just, I think I hit a bit of a snag right now, is all. [Wait until Saturday when they are all trapped in a room full of potentially heavily emoting people.]
I panicked a little because I wasn't expecting it, but it should be fine.
[ haru is an alien while sidon is a perfectly normal fish... with abs. thinking about how you believed he was more human and not just more shape of water bullshit.
he looks over him before finally nodding. ]
I hope very much it doesn't happen again. [ there's a lil rumble of concern still, though he tries not to let it spiral into anything worse. controlling feelings is hard. ] But if it does, is there any way to help?
[With abs...... I REALLY DID THOUGH I WAS SO FOOLED. EVERYONE'S SO HORNY FOR THIS FISH WITH A TORSO THE SIZE OF A FULL ADULT HUMAN.
No rumbles of concern though NOOO. He'll tell people not to worry but he also hypocritically does not want anyone stifling their emotions so he's at an impasse here.]
Me too, me too. [Being stuck in the panic spin cycle ISN'T FUN UNSURPRISINGLY. He looks a little thoughtful at that, though...] ...If I'm in the middle of the floor, nudge me to the side so that no one steps on me and squishes me, please.
[ sorry botw/totk designed a bunch of questionably sexy nonhumans with long torsos, it's a curse. have you seen rauru? nintendo designers are on something different
sorry back to tags. also sorry, blasts him with some disbelief before he can stop himself. ]
Surely there is more to it than that! [ NOT JUST MOVING HIM OUT OF THE WAY LIKE A PILE OF LAUNDRY ]
[WHY DID THEY MAKE MORE THAN ONE I HATE IT HERE. I BLAST YOU WITH DISBELIEF.
Fortunately, this blast doesn't seem to make his vibes do the CD skippy thing, so maybe it really is just a one-off or twice-off incident...... He does feel a little surprised, though, as if he did not expect this to be an insufficient answer? Please just move him like a pile of laundry.]
Well, I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone... And there isn't much to be done about it until it's done processing...
[ nintendo decided to cater to monsterfuckers what can i say
we shall see about whether it's a one-off on saturday you little shit. but he will move him like a little pile of towels so he won't be crushed, should it happen again. still, there is a small rumble of emotion, one much older and less distinct than the ones he always has. ]
It's worse to stand by, doing nothing. [ a little pause; it isn't a rampant cd drive recovery process, but there is the natural reconfiguring of his feelings, gently working through them. ] I understand if the only solution is to wait. But do not think it an inconvenience. Helping you is never that.
[who would allow a lil green apple jellybean to have a horrible emotional time on this the first trial...... :3c
Thanks for agreeing to move him like a pile of towels though he appreciates. In response to the strange, old emotion and the gentle rearrangement, Dahut's feeling a mix of curiosity and that same vague apology. There's another feeling, too, that's a little harder to define, there and gone in a thread.]
...Thank you, Monsieur Sidon. I appreciate it - I do! I don't mean to come off as unappreciative. I understand how difficult that is, anyway.
he pauses, and seems to have sorted through his own feelings, because he smiles and the emotion thrumming beneath it is genuine. it's sunny. lingering on thoughts of helplessness is—it's never good. ]
...You've no need to feel sorry! There will come a time where we have the capacity to do more for each other, I'm sure. [ sometimes you want to be able to stop the rain, but there's not much to do but weather through a storm until something changes. he grips his tiny sloping dying victorian child shoulders for a moment in a reassuring gesture. ] Until then, let's get you up off the ground and recovered, shall we?
[STOP MAYBE HE WILL BE FINE THE WHOLE TRIAL..........
Sidon sure has a lot of feelings in his big fish body though, huh. There's a flicker of an emotion in Dahut like something on the edge of saying or asking something, but he lets it go after a second and just offers a quirking little smile.]
Ehe, that's probably true! I hope that we can both be of help to each other when that time comes. [Thank you for the Victorian shoulder grip, he will gently patpat Sidon's arm in return.]
But I think that's a good idea. Monsieur Scien is the one who's on the floor, usually; I can't take his spot.
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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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they really did share so much during their blood drive. and he's sure they have more secrets or such, but the ones that matter to him center around dahut's well being. ]
I see... [ well!!! he kind of sees. even if he doesn't know data and memory banks work. he sees enough. ] If that's what it is—the side effects of these "nanites" must be difficult for you.
[ extra emotion just flying around everywhere. ]
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Sidon is truly so nice. This is so funny. He's so well-adjusted and normal about showing his feelings, unlike Haru Free, who is somehow more abnormal than a giant fish with abs.
He just smiles a little at that, though! There's a note of apology in his emotional spread.]
Aha, it hasn't been bad! Just, I think I hit a bit of a snag right now, is all. [Wait until Saturday when they are all trapped in a room full of potentially heavily emoting people.]
I panicked a little because I wasn't expecting it, but it should be fine.
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he looks over him before finally nodding. ]
I hope very much it doesn't happen again. [ there's a lil rumble of concern still, though he tries not to let it spiral into anything worse. controlling feelings is hard. ] But if it does, is there any way to help?
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No rumbles of concern though NOOO. He'll tell people not to worry but he also hypocritically does not want anyone stifling their emotions so he's at an impasse here.]
Me too, me too. [Being stuck in the panic spin cycle ISN'T FUN UNSURPRISINGLY. He looks a little thoughtful at that, though...] ...If I'm in the middle of the floor, nudge me to the side so that no one steps on me and squishes me, please.
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sorry back to tags. also sorry, blasts him with some disbelief before he can stop himself. ]
Surely there is more to it than that! [ NOT JUST MOVING HIM OUT OF THE WAY LIKE A PILE OF LAUNDRY ]
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Fortunately, this blast doesn't seem to make his vibes do the CD skippy thing, so maybe it really is just a one-off or twice-off incident...... He does feel a little surprised, though, as if he did not expect this to be an insufficient answer? Please just move him like a pile of laundry.]
Well, I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone... And there isn't much to be done about it until it's done processing...
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we shall see about whether it's a one-off on saturday you little shit. but he will move him like a little pile of towels so he won't be crushed, should it happen again. still, there is a small rumble of emotion, one much older and less distinct than the ones he always has. ]
It's worse to stand by, doing nothing. [ a little pause; it isn't a rampant cd drive recovery process, but there is the natural reconfiguring of his feelings, gently working through them. ] I understand if the only solution is to wait. But do not think it an inconvenience. Helping you is never that.
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Thanks for agreeing to move him like a pile of towels though he appreciates. In response to the strange, old emotion and the gentle rearrangement, Dahut's feeling a mix of curiosity and that same vague apology. There's another feeling, too, that's a little harder to define, there and gone in a thread.]
...Thank you, Monsieur Sidon. I appreciate it - I do! I don't mean to come off as unappreciative. I understand how difficult that is, anyway.
[To stand by, doing nothing.]
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he pauses, and seems to have sorted through his own feelings, because he smiles and the emotion thrumming beneath it is genuine. it's sunny. lingering on thoughts of helplessness is—it's never good. ]
...You've no need to feel sorry! There will come a time where we have the capacity to do more for each other, I'm sure. [ sometimes you want to be able to stop the rain, but there's not much to do but weather through a storm until something changes. he grips his tiny sloping dying victorian child shoulders for a moment in a reassuring gesture. ] Until then, let's get you up off the ground and recovered, shall we?
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Sidon sure has a lot of feelings in his big fish body though, huh. There's a flicker of an emotion in Dahut like something on the edge of saying or asking something, but he lets it go after a second and just offers a quirking little smile.]
Ehe, that's probably true! I hope that we can both be of help to each other when that time comes. [Thank you for the Victorian shoulder grip, he will gently patpat Sidon's arm in return.]
But I think that's a good idea. Monsieur Scien is the one who's on the floor, usually; I can't take his spot.