halfbrokenwings | 005 [Open- backdated to a day after the tower exploration]

005 [Open- backdated to a day after the tower exploration]

The first sensation she registered was a growing burning sensation in the middle of her back. It was uncomfortable and quite quickly growing unbearable. Eyes opened and she scrambled to a sitting position. She did not know why she was in the room, or even who she was, but she knew that something was wrong with her wings. Instincts made her unfurl them to ease the hurt, like an eagle spreading his in a stretch before a flight.

What came unexpected was the sudden explosion of pain from her left shoulder. There was the sound of bone grinding on bone and a scream tore it's way from her throat. Between one second and the next she very briefly lost consciousness and ended up on her side. Her wings were bound in some contraption and something was wrong with at least one of them. She didn't know why. Tears of pain clouded her vision and she clawed at the buckles of the bloodstained harness that bound her body and wings. The bone in her shoulder resettled at an unnatural angle and caused more pain-filled whimpers.

Frantically she yanked at the straps around her body, crying out occasionally. She fought like a wild animal that was caught in a trap- against a contraption she didn't understand but with the driving force to be gone and away from the thing that was causing her so much pain.

[[_{ooc: She died ...if so inclined you'll hear a scream throughout the barracks and possibly right outside of her window.}]]

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She tilts her head at him, serious concentration on her face, "Are there more trolls? Are there other angel dogs?"

"There's one other troll, but there isn't anyone else like you here. At least not right now."

"Oh."

She's quiet for a moment. "Do you think there will be more later? More of people like you and me?"

"I don't know. People show up sometimes, even people other people here know, but it seems kind of doubtful since our universes were unmade."

He sighs. "There aren't many people like me left anyway."

"Urm," Universes sounded important. "How can you unmake a universe? Why aren't there many trolls left?"

"Well...mine got destroyed by meteors and possibly a video game...and weird time shit." He SIGHS at that last one. "But I'm not sure about this time, it happened differently than before, I guess 'unmade' is different than 'destroyed.'

"There aren't many trolls left because my universe was destroyed, but before that there was the Vast Glub...this fucking terrible psychic noise that just fucking kills every troll in existence...or in that universe at least."

"I- that. That sounds horrible!" She doesn't quite know how to respond except with more of the same. She knows life is good and death is bad and 'kills every troll' is really, really bad. "Why would it want to do that?!"

"I don't know. I just know it was motherfucking horrible." He shivers a bit, then shakes his head. Now wasn't the time to think about that (honestly no time was).

"I'm sorry."

It was genuine and said softly. She had a little sick feeling in the middle of her body. It was guilt, being rediscovered for the first time. An apology for continuing with what, now, clearly is a bad line of questioning. She falls quiet.

He hmphs and rolls his eyes. "Its fine, its fucking fine, it was a long time ago."

Well, a few weeks, but considering all that happened in that time it feels like a really long time. He barely ever though of when he died anymore.
...he probably wouldn't have liked it if he didn't know and found out later. She might freak out, but maybe its best if she learns now when its sort of calm.
And decides if she wants to kick him out or not.

"...IB. I'm sorry."

She tilts her head curiously at him, "Why?"

"I got you killed."

"What?"

"You died and it was my fault."

He rubs his head. This is probably really confusing.

"I don't know how it works, but somehow people who die here come back. Its happened to two other people.
"A mutant crocodile ate you. Its my fault you were even down there where they were. I'm sorry."

She blinks at him. It is confusing. She doesn't remember dying. She doesn't feel like she came back from the dead! It hurts too much. That headache started to throb again trying to parse it all.

"But. Huh. I was dead and now I'm alive? How long was I dead?" She has no memory of crocodiles or otherwise. "Where were we? "

Isabella shakes her head at him for the second apology," I am here now. That's good right? Don't be guilty. We, uh, just won't do that again?"

She smiles at him.

"I don't know how long, I think it was about a day or two." He's not entirely certain how long he was out for, and keeping track of time since then hasn't been the easiest thing to do since he's so worn out.

"Under ground, near the hot pools. There were these notes that showed up on pigeon-birds and a lot of people went to investigate...I invited you along."
He really should have known better. She didn't look to have any combat experience at all, and her mobility wasn't that great with those wings. But he was doing something important, so he'd invited what little friends he had and she ended up on the list.

Sollux stifles another yawn. "Its good your back, but I still shouldn't have let you get killed. I should have done something more to prevent it or stop everyone from going down there. Everything got fucked up really quickly and I don't think we even got anything good out of it. I knew better, I should have just gone down by myself and saved everyone the trouble, but I wasn't thinking."
God, he was SUCH an idiot, why the hell did a group seem like a good idea? Even with his powers weaker down here, he was the only one that really avoided those beasts. If he'd gone alone he could have moved so much quicker...

"I'm sorry. I'm so goddamned sorry, I don't know how to even say it. I got everyone hurt and I got you killed, and even if you don't remember it now you're starting to remember it so you're going to remember being eaten, motherfucking eaten alive but this fucking stone beast and..." He trails off. Anything else he could say is just the same thing over and over.

It was bad enough when he killed Aradia, but then it had been Vriska controlling him. This time he'd done it all by himself and he had no idea how to fix that, even if she was back she was clearly broken. What if she never remembered everything? What if something else was wrong? What if...god, there were too many possibilities.
He groans and holds his head in his hands.

When he puts his head in his hands she puts an arm over his shoulder and leans on him a little. Enough to know that she's there.

"Thank you." She squeezes him in a half-arm hug, only because moving with the wing would likely cause her to scream in his ear, and that could not be good. "You told me now, what I might possibly recall later. I think it will help. I won't be surprised reliving it again. It doesn't sound good but it's okay? Or, it will be okay."

She thinks for a moment," I don't think it's your fault. Likely I was wanted to investigate too. I was uh, nyxaoye? Curious? Right?"

He looks up at her as she attempts to comfort him. Just the fact that she's trying to make him feel better is beyond confusing. Its so beyond what he's used to--except perhaps for how FF might have acted--that he can't even fully comprehend it.

"I...uh...yeah, you were curious about it."

She leans into him again, to accent her words.

"Then I'd gotten myself into it too. More my doing, than yours then."

It makes perfect sense.

He almost falls over with the extra weight on him, but struggles to keep upright. Flopping over would cause issues for both of them.

"I don't...I-I guess. I just...I don't know. I don't know." He wasn't going to stop feeling guilty for it, but her reassurance that it wasn't entirely his fault helped some. He'd wait for her to remember before really accepting the fact that she's not blaming him for it, though. That memory has to be terrible; it could change a lot.

Isabella notices that she probably leaned a little too far and backs off a bit, even if the comforting shoulder-arm doesn't leave.

"We're working it out. It's okay." she removes her arm and offers a smile. "I- I don't know either. But its... it's less scary with two people than on our own?"

At least that's how she feels since Sollux came and helped her. Before it was painful and scary, now? Now it's bearable and getting better.

"...I wouldn't really know."

He has a little trouble sitting back up after she backs off. God, he was fading fast, wasn't he? He should go back to his room to rest, or at least out of her's.
Sollux looks up, towards the door.

"But I really will help you. Or try. Its the least I can do for what I've done.
"I should..." he can't stop the yawn this time "...I need to get some sleep, though. I've been so fucking tired...they fucked me up when I got here, now I get so tired when I try to do anything."

She watches him yawn. A bed she knew was for sleeping! "You can sleep in the bed? "

She makes a gesture at what they were sitting on and what she woke up in. There's extra pillows even, they look hand made and perhaps a bit lumpy.

"And Sollux? You have helped me. Thank you!"

She really didn't want to think about that harness contraption torture device any more than she had to.

"No...I wouldn't want to impose anymore..." He tries to stand up, but fails miserably and ends up just collapsing back on the bed before he even gets fully to his feet. "...goddamnit."

He smiles up at her, though. "I'm not sure how much I really helped, but you're welcome."

Edited 2011-06-16 10:35 (UTC)

"Impose?" It took her a moment to understand that word. She shakes her head when she understands, "You came and saved me. I'd likely still be screaming and in a lot of pain if you hadn't."

She smiles and points again at the bed.

"Sleep?"

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