towerofanimus | [Open Log]

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Characters: Signless and open, but hopefully Romano as well!
Setting: Anywhere and everywhere. He's exploring the tower.
Format: Either is fine
Summary: Signless woke up with a leash on. He's going to find out where it goes, and run into shenanigans on the way.
Warnings: Nothing yet except Signless' language o/

Yesterday had been... busy. Between waking up in a strange place and getting lost, running into a couple of troll kids, and then saving Psiioniic from a creepy dickwad, he was pretty tired. Thankfully, Psiioniic had apparently been given the same room as him, so he could keep an eye on him as he slept.

He'd always suffered from insomnia, particularly when he had visions. So it took for fucking ever to fall asleep, and when he woke up that morning to find a weird orange and violet leash type thing attached to the collar at his throat, Psiioniic was still asleep.

But he didn't want to just sit around with this stupid leash thing on. It was pissing him off. At least Psiioniic didn't seem to have one - that would probably freak him the fuck out, given how messed up he already was.

He ripped a page out of his dream diary and scrawled a quick note on it I'M JUST OUT FOR A BIT. DON'T PANIC. DON'T LET ANYONE FUCK WITH YOU UNTIL I GET BACK, IF YOU CAN POSSIBLY MANAGE A FEAT OF THAT EXTRAORDINARY DIFFICULTY. and then left, following the leash as best he could to try to figure out where it led.

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[She sniffled and rubbed her eyes, looking sweeps younger for a moment when she looks up at him] You're been dead and come back to life. Am I not supposed to cry...[She smiles just a little] It's happy crying if that helps.

Well, uh... happy crying is okay, I guess.

[What else is he supposed to say? Have a super awkward hug, Disciple. He really wants to comfort you, but he's pretty shit with comforting]

[...She is just going to hug back and laugh a little] You were alway purrty bad at this. Sorry. I missed you so much.

[He whispers quietly] Sorry, sorry. Fuck, I didn't mean to hurt you at all. I'm such an asshole.

Don't. It wasn't your fault. You didn't hurt me at all.

[He snorts softly, but hugs her a little tighter. Nope, he doesn't believe you.]

[She sighs softly and buries her head against his chest. Pokey horns or not :|] I'm getting your clothes all green aren't I? Did Psi tell you what happened?

[He'll deal with the pokey horns, and the green tears] Yeah, he told me a bit. He's pretty fucking incoherent, though. They made him a Helmsman... I don't know for how long, but he's half shithive, if not the whole thing.

[She sighed and bit her lip] I should have tried to find them...I just ran away from everything. [She leans back and smiles] I wish I knew why he didn't kill me. He killed you--

Ah I met a tiny Dolorosa. A...lot of wrigglers actually! We have plenty of people to speak with now. A highblood even said she agreed about the hemospectrum. [Watch her change the subject. Go subject go]

[He hesitates, then lets her change the subject. There's a part of him that wants to know everything, and a part that's terrified to learn more after all the shocks he's already had.] Yeah, I met the Dolorosa wriggler, too. And one who looks like Redglare, too, but she's blind. Another one talked about some pirate named Mindfang being her ancestor.

I'm not familiar with Mindfang...Perhaps she's after our time? [She smiles brightly] I met a teal blood and plenty of those....humans? I think they called themselves humans. The pink aliens...Anyways, they've all your blood color.

[There were a few things he was going to say, but then she mentions blood and he stares]

They what?

Red blood. They all have bright red blood. At least that's what they said. The one male found my blood color fascinating.

...So it turns out I'm a fucking alien? [He's only joking. Mostly joking. There have certainly been times in his life when he felt like an alien]

It would explain so very much. [Of course she's teasing] I think it's just a coincidence.

[He knows she's teasing, and he's smiling] Do they have these nubby fucking horns, too?

Not a horn in sight. And their hair is all shades! It's really strange, I don't think they have anything like a blood color caste.

Wow, that's really fucked up. But I like it. [He grins] Sounds like I need to learn more about these aliens.

I'm pretty sure you'll like them. Pawsitive even. One spoke of a world where everyone was equal and voted on who was in charge.

[Blink] Hey, that sounds...pretty interesting. That really works?

He seemed to think so. I can't say for myself...It sounded like a perfect world.

Nothing's perfect. [He speaks gently, though. He rubs her back quietly] Hey, what were you painting on the wall, anyway?

He--yeah. Nothing's perfect. [Her voice turns sheepish and almost a bit shy] After you died, I wrote your words...anywhere I could think of. It kept them alive. Kept you in mind. I couldn't let your words die after all. [She breaks out of the hug to tug him over and show him]

[Oh god. He isn't sure he's ready for this. But he lets her drag him over and he looks at the paint, his eyes a little wide]

Fuck...Di. That's really sweet.

[It's a little nuts, too. But what else can he say? Besides, mostly he's just blown away by the depth of devotion he has inspired. He can scarcely comprehend it]

I know it's a bit much but...I was the only one left. Someone had to keep the ideas alive right?

[She smiles back at him but doesn't fish out her necklace. One big post death revelation at a time]

If I wrote it everywhere, your ideas wouldn't disappear. Maybe someone would read it and things would change, just a little.

[And she went a little off the deep end. These things happen]

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