013 ♐ get the moonlight out of your hair. ♐ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

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Characters: Equius and Psii.
Setting: Backdated into infinity... no, actually just the winter portion of that one event. Meadow floor, except it's... completely... frozen over. SNOWY TUNDRA YEAH!
Format: W'evver.
Summary: Yellowblood bonding in the traditional yellowblood way, which translates directly to "the worst possible way".
Warnings: None, really, except for dumb loser warnings.


God, it was so cold.

There was no way that this could be fair, Equius thought as he trudged bitterly through the snow of the ‘meadow’. After that gross rainy springtime that reminded him way too much of the Land of Lotus and Frogs to be absolutely comfortable, to the – admittedly nice – summertime blaze, to the godawful clusterfuck that was the autumn months and Gamzee Makara. He was ready for the Tower to be finally fixed already. Was it Dax who was supposed to run things like this? Equius couldn’t remember, but he’d bet on it if he was, because the admins never were fond of thinking things through. He would say “serves them right”, but that was kind of difficult when he (and the rest of the people in the Tower) were dealing with the consequences of Ruana’s dipshittery at the same time.

He’d left a thing in the meadow here. A tool. It would be buried under all the snow and ice, sure, but Equius remembered the landmarks… now it was just a matter of figuring out where those landmarks were. (Good god, weren’t his powers supposed to help with shit like this? Oh wait, no, they’re his powers. So they can’t help with anything ever. Just, you know, give him hideous migraines when Riki decides to fuck with the deeply-ingrained laws of the known universe again while he waited for his laptop to charge.)

…Vaguely, he hoped that he wouldn’t run into anyone out here, though he couldn’t imagine why he would. Needless to say, Equius got kind of cranky in the cold.

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[xanthous]

The weather changes were not treating Psii well. Of course, there weren't many times that Psii could say he was actually comfortable, because he was used to aching. Psionics could take a lot from a person, but when it was so, so cold after being so, so hot in the span of days... He was the achiest troll. It didn't help that the snow was soaking into his clothing, so he was wet, cold, and aching all over.

He wasn't really sure why he was out, or at least why he was out in the middle of some forsaken field of just snow and ice and more snow and more ice. He had no reason to be out and about, and staying put somewhere around a fire would have been the smartest thing to do. But he got antsy. He couldn't stay in the same space for long - it was unsettling and against his nature to just hunker down and wait things out.

So. The snow. It was hard to see with all of the blinding white, but he could see something moving. He wasn't sure if it was a monster, but it did seem a bit...small to be anything fearsome, or at the very least something he couldn't take on, so damn straight he was going to make a beeline for it. Maybe it was some poor, lost soul, or some idiot on a suicide mission. Then he got close enough to see horns, and yeah. Definitely idiot on a suicide mission.

An idiot that shared his blood color and that he felt vaguely responsible for, but still an idiot.

"W-what the hell are you doing out here?"

God, he hated the snow. His teeth were starting to chatter. Ugh.

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Join the club, friend. Two grumpy warmbloods sitting in a frozen meadow, going stir-crazy from the lack of interaction with anyone... well, anyone who wasn't a flaming dickwad in the traditional Makara way, that is. There had to be something Accomplished, or else both of the two signs would be ready to shoot themselves in the head after like ten minutes. That wasn't to say that Equius wasn't perfectly happy to shoot himself in the head almost every day, but it wasn't especially practical in light of the fact that suicide wouldn't actually do much in the long run.

Equius almost missed it when someone else tried to speak to him through the grey wall of fog. He'd taken it to be the wind, trying to spook him again by imitating a human voice — so he ignored it. Stopped for a few seconds, maybe, looked to the left and right, then ignored it. Sorry, Psii, you'll need to try a little harder. After all, he couldn't afford to take his concentration off the scenery, or else he might get really lost.

[xanthous]

What scenery? Everything looked the same to Psii, except for the dark blob that was Equius wandering around looking lost. He wasn't sure if the boy was moving with purpose or hypothermia, but considering how bitterly cold it was he assumed it was the latter option.

So he's just going to start screaming at Equius as he floats after him. (Walking is for squares. And people who can feel their legs.) He wants attention, and repeatedly screaming "hey" after someone was a good way to get it, right? Right. Once again, a flawless plan from the Psiioniic.

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He actually did it? He actually did it. The Psiioniic has successfully gained the attention of Equius Zahhak. Though whether he really wants that attention is still up in the air, there's no getting out of it now, friend. You're in for the awkward yellowblood bonding long haul.

Eventually, those "HEY"s manage to reach Equius' frostbitten ears, and he turns around again — only to find something flying in the air towards him. He doesn't recognize the voice, but since the thing is speaking, he imagines it's not another monster, so he doesn't run (besides, he wouldn't have been able to run anywhere in this weather). And when the adult gets close enough, he starts squinting and shouts to the air:

"Psiioniic?"