OPEN with a little bit of closed.

[xanthous]

Characters: The Psiioniic & Signless, as well as some Psiioniic and you action.
Setting: Dormitory floor four (closed) and floor 95 (open)
Format: Anything is good with me! Starting with action, but if prose floats your boat I'll follow.
Summary: Signless and Psiioniic have a Talk about other residents and timeline shenanigans, and the Psiioniic decides to wander through the castle. He also has a job now.
Warnings: Nothing atm, but will updated as/if needed.

[closed] [The dorms are neutral ground. It makes it the very best place to meet with Signless, because he's still on edge and frustrated. He doesn't know anything that the troll talks about, and he's beyond tired of being left out just because this Tower is cruel.

Now he just has to wait for him to show up.]


[floor ninety-five] [Working for nothing isn't new to him. Not in the slightest. Picking up dead bodies, while gruesome and icky, isn't even that bad. It's strange, certainly, because he would have never imagined rooms being filled with...balls that aren't initially deadly.

There's no bodies at the bottom now, and he's not really even working right now. He's just playing in the ball pit, because he's never done it and it is kind of fun, potential for death aside. It's boring on your own, though.]

Comments

[xanthous]

[He's always rude though it's great.]

Make your way to the thtairth I gueth. [SHRUG.]

[geometry]

[Oh god. He liked the depressive Psiioniic more.]

[Equius looks upwards. The stairs are a long way away. Sighing quietly, he begins to climb. No psychic powers here!]

[xanthous]

[Too bad.]

What are you...doing?

[A yellowblood that's not psychic? Surely you jest.]

[geometry]

[ ... ]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[xanthous]

[Baby...]

You don't...have the thame powerth I do?

[Oh.]

[geometry]

I don't have any powers!

[Raeg. ...Or at least raeg by Equius' standards, which to other people is just significant annoyance.]

[xanthous]

[Oh goodness gracious.]

You...don't? That'th tho rare.

[Let him help you with that. Appreciate his psionic embrace.]

[geometry]

[fhdsjkfhk]

[ahsjkdlgfkdh]

[trjhklfwbGKLSFHERKJI]

[For a little while there, all that's there is pitiful flailing and a very obvious panic attack, with the occasional "OH GOD" thrown out for good measure. But hey, eventually Equius manages to get it looking enough like he knows what he's doing and how to control himself to be able to speak again. And the extremely intelligent first words are:]

P-p-put me down!!

[Whee, shrieking.]

[xanthous]

[He's really...not sure what to do when Equius starts screeching. It's not a reaction he often sees, and he was just trying to help. But when Equius does finally manage something coherent, he releases him.

Unfortunately, he's either going to land back in the ballpit or crash into the stairs.

At least he tried to be nice.]

[geometry]

[That's fine, the stairs are great. The stairs he can handle. The good part of all this is that he didn't break anything, so he's just going to slump down there and give Psii a great view of his hips that don't lie and wait out the worst of the pain. Maybe he'll, uh, go down to the infirmary later. Yeah. There we go.]

[xanthous]

[This kid is a train wreck. He floats over to him, settling down on the stairs.

He is also definitely pouting.]

I wathn't hurting you.

[geometry]

...

[No, he wasn't. Equius doesn't know how to respond to this.]

...Sorry.

[xanthous]

[long suffering sighs]

Why did you freak out like that?

[geometry]

[Y u ask dis...]

It just... startled me, I guess...?