it's the end of the world as we know it

[touchofgenius]

Characters: William Birkin
Setting: Floor 1
Format: I'll follow you, but action would be mighty nice
Summary: Birkin just showed up and he wants to know what the fuck kinda crap happened to him this time.
Warnings: None

[Birkin always figured he'd have a hand in the apocalypse. Though he definitely thought he'd end up being the cause of it rather than just living through it, somehow or another.

...Though it was probably just another virus anyway. Annoying things. He poked his head out of his room, looking both ways down the hallway. Might as well look for someone he recognized.]

Franken you can't just leave me behind like this, you asshat! [His voice merely echoed back at him. Certainly a bit unnerving, but he'd find him eventually. The guy's labcoat ended up in his trunk or whatever anyway.] Issei?! ...Sher? ...Creepy alien kids...?

[He started walking, slight frown on his face.] Regene?! Wesker? ...Papadachi are you back by any chance?

Guys, seriously... This isn't funny anymore...

Comments

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood isn't the type to just sit in his room and do nothing. He likes to think of himself as an active man, or at least the type to roam around strange towers for absolutely no reason just for the sake of entertaining himself. Maybe he'd run into something...or someone......

He can hear someone talking to themselves, but he doesn't stop to listen to figure out where it's coming from. He just keeps hulking around through the hallways like some sort of monstrous hall monitor.]

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin rounds a corner and wow that sure is a big - HOLY SHIT BIRKIN KNOWS THOSE HORNS AND THAT MOP OF HAIR.

Holy shit Gamzee hulked out or some shit and afkjd;ajf oh fuck.

Yes, GHB, that was a sad little whimper like one that comes from a tiny female human that you just heard.]

Please don't kill me! I'm still really sorry about what happened! I was... [looking for an excuse] Possessed! [Also he left his cat on fire and he needed to turn off his oven.] It was a virus, I swear!

[grandhighblood]

[That noise, ugh. Wow, this was like the most pathetic not-wriggler he's ever seen...er, heard. Heard first, then seen. He gives him a good once over, not really replying right away, giving the shaking and quaking human some time to take in the confused pause.

He cants his head, narrowing his eyes slightly. Maybe he should speak to it...to gather some information before doing anything...rash......]

You all motherfucking mistook me, the Grand Highblood, for some other motherfucker.

[touchofgenius]

The Grand What-the-fuck? [Wait. That sounds familia- OH SNAP Scratch told him about this Grand Highblood fellow. And how he liked murdering people.]

It's. It's very nice to meet you, sir. [He'd been friends with Wesker and survived; he could knock out this conversation, no problem.] I thought you were a, uh... Smaller version of yourself that I've met before. Gamzee? Charming fellow he is.

[grandhighblood]

[Another lonnnnnng stare. The silence is mostly used to just observe him, and then run that last part through his sponge again. Intriguing! A possibility that a descendant of his existed! Perhaps not anymore, but hey, it's still interesting to know he did...

Welp, this the most excitement he's faced today, so might as well make the best of it. Perhaps culling this human so quickly would be counter productive. He could tell him about his descendant and what he was all like!

Hello birkin, the ghb now walks towards you and starts circling around like a vulture.]

Heh, heh, did you now? Tell me, motherfucker...did he all have my motherfucking eyes? Or did you just all up and assume he was a fucking "version" of me through some other physical trait?

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin practically crawls out of his skin, trying to back away from the giant troll.]

It was... [That murderous expression probably.] The horns and the hair and the facepaint, I uh. I think.

[grandhighblood]

[offers him his brightest smile...which is sort of terrifying.]

Shit, kid's all motherfucking doing with the facepaint, too? Isn't that a fucking surprise. Say, what the fuck else do you all got for me on the little motherfucker? [the circle slowly tightens, though it's hardly noticeable at first...]

[touchofgenius]

He, um... [Birkin is trying hard to not just run] He likes to juggle?

[thekidsare0kay]

[Someone's shouting, and Sollux heads in that direction pretty much automatically. Two parts curiosity and one part concern. Maybe half a part concern.

He pauses at the sight of the blond-haired human, then trots towards him, adjusting his glasses]

Lotht?

[touchofgenius]

[...Was that even English? Oh. Oh! He's got this!]

Yeah, I guess I am. You're the, uh, manic-depressive one, right? Potluck or something?

[Fuck he hated the creepy alien kids]

[thekidsare0kay]

[Blink. How does this human know him? Sollux has never seen him in his life]

You mean Thollukth?

[touchofgenius]

Yeah that's the one! Sorry I don't think we've ever directly spoken before. I just know you because my daughter's a Gemini and she mentioned talking to you.

[thekidsare0kay]

Oh, okay. [He shrugs. Who the fuck knows?] Who'th your daughter?

[Small frown] And what'th a daughter, anyway?

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin rubs the bridge of his nose.] A daughter is my, uh... What do you call 'em...? Grub. She's like a grub that I'm actually raising. Her name's Sherry if that jogs your memory any.

[thekidsare0kay]

Oh, okay, tho you're her luthuth. [He thinks for a second] Thorry, that name doethn't ring a bell. I don't know very many humanth, though.

...Do you have a name?

[touchofgenius]

Oh, right, yeah, lusus, that's what you guys call 'em... Sorry, I'm a bit frazzled, I forgot you didn't really know me; I'm Birkin.

So, do you know what the deal is with this place? Another weird virus or what?

[patchworkdoctor]

<sub>[he's sitting at the end of a hallway, smoking, sitting on the floor in a crumpled little heap.]

..hhh....

[a little smile.]</sub>

You look lost.

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin instantly brightens and plops down next to Stein, wide smile on his face.] Well at least now I'm lost with you.

What is this place anyway? Another virus or something?

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow's standing somewhere nearby with half of a brownie in her mouth, staring at him calling out all these random names. Then she comes back to herself and hurriedly chews and swallows.]

Oh, uh, hey! I know it's all sudden and freaky, but I can explain? [she offers hesitantly.] ... Well, kinda explain.

[Wait, "creepy alien kids"? Did he mean the trolls? There did seem to be a whole bunch of younger ones.]

[touchofgenius]

Willow, hey! [Oh thank god, someone who would actually recognize him finally.]

What's the deal? Another virus or...? Jeez it feels like I haven't seen you in forever. How goes that whole. Witch thing?

[guiltapalooza]

[Nope, sure not gonna recognize him. This is a first. Willow goes back to staring at him, this time blankly.] Do we know each other?

I mean, yes, witch, but unless you mean forever as in literally forever...

[touchofgenius]

Oh. [Instant Birkin deflation.] Not you too... Fuck, I was hoping you could tell me what was wrong with St-

You're really sure you don't remember me? Or the community at least? C'mon I'm pretty memorable! I was the lost little puppy always following around the guy with the screw through his head and the one with the sunglasses, red eyes, and hair that could deflect bullets? Ring a bell? At all?

[guiltapalooza]

That does sound memorable, [she rushes to say, perfectly earnestly,] but still pulling a big ol' no.

Sometimes that happens here, though it's never happened to me. You must know a different Willow. You don't have to start over and pretend you don't know me, but... maybe give me a recap?

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin buries his face in his hands and groans pathetically for a moment] Alright, sure... There's this internet community that... Does weird shit with computer viruses and drags people from different universes together to chat and such. ...Oh and I talked to you once when you were a vampire.

...Did you get better or should I start running?

[guiltapalooza]

[... An internet community? That gets a strange look out of her, but hey, Willow probably shouldn't throw stones.

--Wait, vampire what?] I was never a vampire! [she protests instantly, offended and derailed entirely from the original conversation.] That was just me from a different dimension! But this me, never a vamp, no way, no sir. So just put that thought out of your mind-- I'm plain old witchy Willow, very much human.