[ He'd known there would be consequences for flying off. Really, he had - when had he ever done something that went against the wishes of Vriska Serket and come away from it okay? Tavros had expected something, anything -- but waking up shivering and cold in a room full of humans was pretty solidly not one of them.
Being alive also most certainly wasn't, either.
They didn't know much about that -- no one did, really, asking about dreambubbles and games had only gotten him weird looks and placating smiles -- they just handed him what they thought he needed to know and let him go when the disquieting idea of a place made just to fix sick people had finally made him run. And Tavros, being Tavros, could not quite stop himself from pouring over them. ]
This, [ he flipped Bunnyipyips and You off to the side (and grabs it a second later because you never know when a bestiary could come in handy), sinking back against the bench and heaving a long-suffering sigh ] is pretty much just, the most unexpected, and not-good thing so far.
Except maybe, being alive, with my actual legs and, fully functioning organs. That's sort of nice.
[ Being alive had never really done him any favors - but maybe this time it wouldn't be like that. If there was no game, then seriously, where was the harm? No Vriska, either. Maybe no one else. Maybe it was just him here with all of these nice people.. and monsters, but what were the chances of running into one? There's no way he was turning into one. They were just crazy.
He wiggled his toes, looking up. Maybe they were just playng some horrible prank on him? This could, in theory, be some kind of busted dreambubble... or, maybe a dream within a dream? After all, it's not like monsters like that were really real -- okay, well, rainbow drinkers were real. But bunnyipyips? Werewolves? What even was a wolf? Definitely sounded madeup. Maybe he should ask someone else. ]
Excuse me? [ The first passerby gets a slight wave of his hand for attention. ] I just, got here? And I was wondering if, maybe, I could get some help?
2.
[ Great.
Navigating dreambubbles had been easier than this. You just had to think of where you wanted to be and there you were. No problems. He remembered spending what must have been sweeps staggering around the desert with Vriska, hunting for anything and everything left over from other people's memories. They'd been purposefully trying to be lost, and every sight of a familiar landmark had been met with frustration.
Total opposite of now. He's not even able to find his own footsteps. He'd tried.
Being lost wasn't what bothered him (though distantly he remembered that things like eating and sleeping were no longer just things you do for fun, they were vital to continued aliveness) it was the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, each echoing squelch of his feet against mud a reminder of how open and defenseless he was. ]
Hello? Ominously giggling voices, who, I am hoping are friendly? Could you please, maybe, giggle in the direction of the exit?
[ No answer. Tavros fidgeted, twisting around and deciding to try the way he came. In the distance he sees a shape in the dark. There's a sick feeling, a moment of elation at not being alone and a thick knot of dread at what that could actually mean. ] Hello?
3. & 4.
[ And then the fog rolled in.
The woods are thick and impossible to navigate to begin with, but the added fog makes it that much worse. Tavros can't see and if that wasn't enough to panic, he starts to feel sick. A deep, soul-sucking sick - something is wrong and he knows it, but here he is still stuck in the middle of nowhere, and no matter how far he goes that's only more nothing.
He starts at a run.
Hands out in front of him, the occasional glance behind his shoulder just in case and it's one of those glances that costs him, innate bad luck catching his foot on a branch and sending him arse over teakettle. He skids across the mud, hitting what surely has to be a tree.
Well.
Up until it makes a sound. Tavros opens his mouth to apologize (ask for help, how the hell do you get out of this place?) but doesn't manage to get the words out, instead he bites down on the inside of his cheek and twists inward as some sharp, stabbing pain rips through his limbs. ]
bonus!
< adiostoreador > sO i KNOW THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE, wHO ARE ALSO CONFUSED, aND THAT MAYBE i SHOULD JUST, lISTEN TO WHAT PEOPLE TOLD THEM, aND, aSK A QUESTION THERE, bUT i HAVE MOSTLY BEEN WONDERING, wHY IT IS THAT THE PEOPLE HERE ARE SO NICE TO US, oR AT LEAST, aRE NICE, tO OUR FACES, aND IF MAYBE WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING NICE FOR THEM, sINCE THEY DO THAT, sO THAT MAYBE THEY WILL CONTINUE TO BE NICE, aND, nOT BURN US, oR SOMETHING HORRIBLE, a LITTLE GRATITUDE, cAN GO A LONG WAY, aND ALSO, i WAS WONDERING IF MAYBE, i COULD FIND A TAILOR, sINCE, mY HORNS ARE TOO BIG, aND I KEEP TEARING THE ONES, tHAT WEREN'T MADE FOR THEM, }:(
tavros nitram | homestuck
[ He'd known there would be consequences for flying off. Really, he had - when had he ever done something that went against the wishes of Vriska Serket and come away from it okay? Tavros had expected something, anything -- but waking up shivering and cold in a room full of humans was pretty solidly not one of them.
Being alive also most certainly wasn't, either.
They didn't know much about that -- no one did, really, asking about dreambubbles and games had only gotten him weird looks and placating smiles -- they just handed him what they thought he needed to know and let him go when the disquieting idea of a place made just to fix sick people had finally made him run. And Tavros, being Tavros, could not quite stop himself from pouring over them. ]
This, [ he flipped Bunnyipyips and You off to the side (and grabs it a second later because you never know when a bestiary could come in handy), sinking back against the bench and heaving a long-suffering sigh ] is pretty much just, the most unexpected, and not-good thing so far.
Except maybe, being alive, with my actual legs and, fully functioning organs. That's sort of nice.
[ Being alive had never really done him any favors - but maybe this time it wouldn't be like that. If there was no game, then seriously, where was the harm? No Vriska, either. Maybe no one else. Maybe it was just him here with all of these nice people.. and monsters, but what were the chances of running into one? There's no way he was turning into one. They were just crazy.
He wiggled his toes, looking up. Maybe they were just playng some horrible prank on him? This could, in theory, be some kind of busted dreambubble... or, maybe a dream within a dream? After all, it's not like monsters like that were really real -- okay, well, rainbow drinkers were real. But bunnyipyips? Werewolves? What even was a wolf? Definitely sounded madeup. Maybe he should ask someone else. ]
Excuse me? [ The first passerby gets a slight wave of his hand for attention. ] I just, got here? And I was wondering if, maybe, I could get some help?
2.
[ Great.
Navigating dreambubbles had been easier than this. You just had to think of where you wanted to be and there you were. No problems. He remembered spending what must have been sweeps staggering around the desert with Vriska, hunting for anything and everything left over from other people's memories. They'd been purposefully trying to be lost, and every sight of a familiar landmark had been met with frustration.
Total opposite of now. He's not even able to find his own footsteps. He'd tried.
Being lost wasn't what bothered him (though distantly he remembered that things like eating and sleeping were no longer just things you do for fun, they were vital to continued aliveness) it was the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, each echoing squelch of his feet against mud a reminder of how open and defenseless he was. ]
Hello? Ominously giggling voices, who, I am hoping are friendly? Could you please, maybe, giggle in the direction of the exit?
[ No answer. Tavros fidgeted, twisting around and deciding to try the way he came. In the distance he sees a shape in the dark. There's a sick feeling, a moment of elation at not being alone and a thick knot of dread at what that could actually mean. ] Hello?
3. & 4.
[ And then the fog rolled in.
The woods are thick and impossible to navigate to begin with, but the added fog makes it that much worse. Tavros can't see and if that wasn't enough to panic, he starts to feel sick. A deep, soul-sucking sick - something is wrong and he knows it, but here he is still stuck in the middle of nowhere, and no matter how far he goes that's only more nothing.
He starts at a run.
Hands out in front of him, the occasional glance behind his shoulder just in case and it's one of those glances that costs him, innate bad luck catching his foot on a branch and sending him arse over teakettle. He skids across the mud, hitting what surely has to be a tree.
Well.
Up until it makes a sound. Tavros opens his mouth to apologize (ask for help, how the hell do you get out of this place?) but doesn't manage to get the words out, instead he bites down on the inside of his cheek and twists inward as some sharp, stabbing pain rips through his limbs. ]
bonus!
< adiostoreador >
sO i KNOW THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE, wHO ARE ALSO CONFUSED,
aND THAT MAYBE i SHOULD JUST, lISTEN TO WHAT PEOPLE TOLD THEM, aND,
aSK A QUESTION THERE, bUT i HAVE MOSTLY BEEN WONDERING,
wHY IT IS THAT THE PEOPLE HERE ARE SO NICE TO US, oR AT LEAST,
aRE NICE, tO OUR FACES,
aND IF MAYBE WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING NICE FOR THEM, sINCE THEY DO THAT,
sO THAT MAYBE THEY WILL CONTINUE TO BE NICE, aND,
nOT BURN US, oR SOMETHING HORRIBLE,
a LITTLE GRATITUDE, cAN GO A LONG WAY,
aND ALSO,
i WAS WONDERING IF MAYBE, i COULD FIND A TAILOR,
sINCE, mY HORNS ARE TOO BIG,
aND I KEEP TEARING THE ONES, tHAT WEREN'T MADE FOR THEM,
}:(