This is really all just crap timing, ain't it.

[xanthous]

Characters: The Psiioniic and yoouuuu.
Setting: Dormitory floor 4, and floor three, but if you want to run into him as he wanders, feel free!
Format: Either is good with me, but all the set up will be in brackets.
Summary: The Psiioniic is new, confused, and a little lost.
Warnings: Nothing at the moment!

[floor four]

[WELL. This is certainly not what he expected to wake up to. An odd room, some letters that make very little sense, a chest... There were squishy platforms for the others sharing the room with him, but nobody's there as he ventures out into the tower. Or, well, he doesn't notice anyone as he begins his journey.]


[floor three/the library]

[He's found books. Books are useful, even if he's never owned one. (So he might look way too fascinated by everything, but cut him some slack.) He's going through and picking out books from each section, staring intently at the covers as he goes through. He puts some back, but the rest float behind him, surrounding in a light that flashes between red and blue.]

Comments

[xanthous]

[Wait.

What.]

What...fate do you mean? At the handth of a highblood.

I. I don't know what you're talking about.

[iron_infidel]

[Wait...he doesn't know of his capture? The punishment? Him shouting the vast expletive and becoming filled with rage, the very rage that transfered to his descendent. Nothing but a mockery, every time Karkat speaks.]

My...capture. I am sorry I did not know that you were unknowledgable of my fate back on Alternia.

[xanthous]

[Obviously not. His brows furrow, his lips twist, and sparks start to gather between his horns. He's confused, and more then a little distressed.]

We failed.

[He sounds small and broken, and he knew, he knew all along they would have failed, but he still had hope that maybe he would have been wrong, and they would have made it out alive.]

[iron_infidel]

[Signless is quick to upon seeing his actions. Coming forward he brings a hand to rest on his forehead and keeps his free palm upon his shoulder. A small coo escapes from his lips and a thrumming rhythm from deep within his throat. It was an attempt to calm him, of course he had no idea if it would work. Still it was worth a shot. Calmly he comes to speak making sure his tone wasn't abrasive or startling.]

We did not. Do not say such things. There is new hope here, we will manage. Besides it is all we can look forward to, given the destruction of our planet. I understand that the news of my death is...concerning, causing you such stress and misfortune. Mituna, please you must see this as bittersweet. Look towards the positive my friend.

[xanthous]

[He bares his teeth, not so easily comforted. He said there was a highblood here, the one responsible for his death and he doesn't see how Signless can be so calm. He should have known better, he probably could have stopped the execution. Why hadn't he stopped it? Why did he have to fail, and how could he live knowing that in the future he would fail someone so important to himself?]

Who killed you?

[iron_infidel]

[At the sign of agression, he moves back. But keeps a hand steady on his shoulder.]

Who did the deed, is neither here no there, Psii.

[xanthous]

You thaid the highblood who eckthecuted you wath here. Who ith it?

[iron_infidel]

I will tell you, only if you do not bound off, claws extended, into reckless behavior.