bubbles & biddies

Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He's... dead. Dreaming, in one of the bubbles. Of this much, Ederic Nereus is certain. The troll looks down at his skin and claws, and the curtain of hair that falls in front of him even now. He knows, without a single doubt, that all he would have to do to rejoin his Mother is to simply reach out and call for her. That's all, and he would be ferried away.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[But he has something he has to do first, he knows. One person he has to see, before he goes to visit her.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He has a sense of purpose, if not the knowledge of where to go. But if he travels long enough, he's bound to find her eventually.]
Sun		*** GA is now known as cessationInvestigator
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[It may take years, or decades, or more, to find Itziar in the Ring. By the time he does, she may have reached her final rest.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[But he has his sense of purpose, and the faint whispers he hears even know give him nothing but encouragement.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He sets off with a smile, humming one of his Mother's lullabies.]
Sun	woundThreads	[Or... it might take him not long at all; or he may find her in a time short to her, at least; it has only been a few weeks since she last saw him, to her, and only a couple since she rose up to become a god in her own session.]
Sun	woundThreads	[Of course, she doesn't recognize him; she's never seen a picture of her dear friend, after all, and she has no reason to expect to see him. But that's no reason to be rude, and she waves to the unfamiliar dead troll, fuzzy wings fluttering.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[She... well. She looks the same as ever, save for the bright-red hoodie. The tyrianblood smiles and tucks a stray piece of hair back behind a fin as he touches down in the bubble. ]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[ His voice is cheerful, and warm, as he calls out. "Izzy! It's so good to finally find you." His blank eyes fix warmly on her own maroon-filled, and he walks forward the last few steps, his foamy hair flouncing around his ankles and threatening to brush against the ground as he practically bounces up to her. ]
Sun	woundThreads	[Izzy...? Shit, should she know this guy? She shuffles through thirty-some sessions in her mind, trying to recall every seadweller she's ever played with, every person who's ever called her Izzy--]
Sun	woundThreads	["Uh... sorry, kid, but could I get a name? I ain't got the sort of memory I used to have, y'know." She tilts a smile at him, curiously.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[ He laughs softly. "Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me!" A ringed hand goes to the back of his neck. "It's Ederic." ]
Sun	woundThreads	[...]
Sun	woundThreads	["Eddie?"]
Sun	woundThreads	[She sounds distressed, taking a couple steps towards him-- "Shit, kid, when'd you die? Are you doing okay?" He's clearly an alpha version of himself-- but who knows what time-fuckery brought him to her>
Sun	woundThreads	*?]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[ He smiles reassuringly. "Just fine." ]
Sun		*** amaranthineSwell is now known as Mnem
Sun	woundThreads	[She makes a dubious face, but goes to him, and-- catches up one of his hands, and cups his cheek. "And the other question?" Come on, kiddo, she's worried about you.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[ He blinks. Considers it. "In my session with Diovis and Skully. I..." He frowns, his brow furrowing. ]
Sun	woundThreads	[Diovis. Skully. Itziar thinks she knows those names.]
Sun	woundThreads	[... shit.]
Sun	woundThreads	["You?"]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	["I'm trying to remember. It wasn't traumatic. I..."]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He shakes his head. "Do I have to think about it?"]
Sun	woundThreads	[She bites her lip, worry clear on her lined face, then shakes her head. "I-- I guess not, kid. I'm just pretty fuckin' worried. That's the session you're in right now, from my point of view..." And if he got a hoodie, he shouldn't be dreaming here, right? Not in the alpha timeline...]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[And not with blank white eyes.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He smiles a bit sadly. "I... I'm sorry," he says.]
Sun	woundThreads	["... aw, shit, kiddo," she mumbles, and grabs him, and tugs him into a hug, turning her head away from him to keep from smacking him with her horns. "Don't be fucking sorry, sweetie, it ain't your fault you died."]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	["I... well. I'm not sure. I could have-" ...he blinks- "...I could have waited."]
Sun	woundThreads	["Waited?" Holy shit, kid, you have a lot of hair. How's an old biddy supposed to stroke it when it's this fucking long?]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He chuckles. "Uh. You... just take the top part?" He blinks. Focuses, again, on remembering.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	["I... could have waited to... to metamorphose."]
Sun	woundThreads	[She didn't think she'd thought that out loud, but-- whatever; she strokes his hair, as gentle as a lusus with her ward, and tries not to look too upset.]
Sun	woundThreads	["... Did you die in your cocoon, kid?]
Sun	woundThreads	*"\
Sun	woundThreads	((...))
Sun	woundThreads	((*"]))
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He tries his best to nod, without bumping into her horns.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	["...yes."]
Sun	woundThreads	["... So no one even fucking knew you were dead." She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and growls, "That is so fucking stupid. You'd think the game'd at least fucking make sure no one died in such a-- a pointless way..."]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	["It... it didn't hurt, at least?" His voice is soft.]
Sun	woundThreads	["... /kid/," she says, with sorrow in her voice, 'cause there really isn't much else to say, but--]
Sun	woundThreads	["... This shouldn't have happened." She strokes his hair, and pulls back, and looks down at him. "I-- I'm a fucking god of time. I'm gonna fix this, dammit. Knock me out, kid, I have shit I need to do."]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He pulls back, dismayed. "What? But I only just..."]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	["... if you go now, I might... I might never be able to find you again."]
Sun	woundThreads	[... oh, god, kid.]
Sun	woundThreads	["Shit, what the fuck are you doing, breaking my heart like this?" she asks him, and kisses his forehead.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He winces. "I. If you want this, I'll. I can do it."]
Sun	woundThreads	[Aww, kid-- she kisses his forehead again, and hugs him tight, hands buried in his endless hair, and whispers, "We can take a few seconds."]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He squeezes her tightly as he nuzzles against her neck. "'...kay."]
Sun	woundThreads	[She manages a low purr for him, and tells him, softly, "If this doesn't work, I'll come find you. Don't even fucking worry. Okay?"]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[He nods. "And I'll wait for you. I..." He bites his lip.]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	["S̶̨͠l̶è҉̴͝e҉̸p̸̴̡͝ ̢́͜͠w̡͡e̷̢̛l̛͟͟l̷̶,̕͏ ̶͞͞͡͝I̷͟͢͜z̴̶z̨͡y̕͞.̵̷̧̛"]
Sun	aristocraticTerror	[>Ederic: Knock her out.]
Sun	woundThreads	[> Izzy: Wake up.
Sun	woundThreads	]
Sun	woundThreads	[> Izzy: Get online and PM cessationInvestigator.]