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[geometry]

Characters: AUquius (barely) and YOU!
Setting: Floor 14/THE VASTNESS OF SPAAAAAAACE.
Format: Do whatever.
Summary: ...Dude. Hey. You've been sitting here for hours. Equius? Hello?
Warnings: None. Unless Gamzee shows up...

[Planets are dying in the middle of fabricated space, all over the floor and walls of the Tower's fourteenth level. How long has this been going? Which planets are being destroyed? And why, dear god, is Equius Zahhak sitting in the middle of it?]

[None of these questions have gotten an answer, nor does it look like they ever will. Sitting in one particular corner of the room, strategically placed to be as invisible from the staircase as possible, is Equius. He's just sitting there. Staring. Watching them die. The pulse is gone, as it always has been, and that offers no comfort; but the visions, illusions, whatever they are, they put him at ease, though he really does not care enough at the moment to be concerned about this. Or anything else. In case it wasn't apparent enough that something's gone very wrong in that delicate little thinkpan, whatever expression was on his face before has now completely glossed over.]

[He's apparently content to sit here with his legs pulled to his chest and watch not-space implode around him. It's a fair bit better than running himself ragged over another fit of paranoia, anyway, and he just wants to stop for a second. A second. A second, really, that's all it is, except it turns out to be more than a second. Seconds melt into minuts which melt into hours he's been sitting here in the corner, and Equius has no intention on leaving, because it's quiet and peaceful and he's just... so... tired...]

Comments

[mamadonna]

[ She gave him a confused look. What was he expecting her to ask him to do? Even moirallegiance against such a troll can be dangerous to offer immediately, if the gesture is unappreciated, it could mean death. ]

I hadn't made a suggestion for either you or Eridan to take action. I'm not sure what action you have in mind.

[geometry]

E-Eridan... knows him, right?

[Or maybe he's wrong. He never really talked with Eridan about Gamzee, except for one time where he didn't really state their relationship in clear terms, just talked about how he was. Yeah, he's probably wrong. Whoops!]

[mamadonna]

I, well, I suppose it's possible that he does. [ She hasn't really spoken with either about the other, either. ]

What is it that you expect him to do?

[geometry]

I-I-I don't know, something.

[Your old idol complex is showing, Equius.]

[mamadonna]

I'm afraid I don't know what should need be done in this situation.

[ She doesn't really know what exact dynamics are at play between each of these children, and hardly what iterations of their universe each originates from. That they might know each other isn't so great a surprise, but how well and what their relationships may be are a mystery still. ]

[geometry]

[Well, at the very least she can infer that Equius is kind of a horrible wimp and probably depends on him to deal with Gamzee (he depends on Nepeta to deal with everyone else). ...For all the good that'll do. But when she speaks, he looks up at her, wide-eyed.]

...You don't?

[Maybe that was the wrong thing to say...]

[mamadonna]

[ She's thought of many possibilities, but none of them lead to the result she hopes for: that he not be hurt, that he not hurt anyone else. ]

Nothing which could effectively meet our predicament, no.

[geometry]

...oh god.

[Sorry, don't mind him. Equius is just going to curl back into a little ball now. They're dead, they're all dead. Not even the Dolorosa knew what to do. Welp. Party's over, might as well go and find the guy now. Shake his hand, say hello, ask about the weather... a-ahahaha, yeah...]

[Ladies and gentlemen: Why Dependency On Others Is A Really Bad Idea, exhibit A.]

[mamadonna]

[ She bends down to wrap her arms around him. The poor thing was well and truly shaken, and Dolorosa would have to do something to solve it, if she could. ]

Come now, there'll be none of that. Surely we can settle upon some solution, eventually.

[geometry]

[Dolorosa hugs! That actually did help to solve it, a bit. Apparently there was just some thing with Equius and jadebloods, it's freaky.]

Right. There... there has to be... some solution, right...?

[mamadonna]

[ There's nothing freaky about it to her, just a panicking boy who needs someone to tell him that things will be alright. ...And then find a way to ensure that she won't have been lying to him. ]

There will be something for us to discover, we simply need to look.

[geometry]

Right.

[Fortunately for the Dolorosa, her mothering seems to work quite well. At least he's not on the verge of freakout collapse any longer. He already knows that there's no point in asking why she's doing this for him; there's really only one option left for a response.]

...Thank you.