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viiru2alert) wrote2012-07-06 07:34 am
viiru2alert) wrote2012-07-06 07:34 am
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Player
Name: Gira
Personal Journal:murkrows
E-mail: breloomasaurus@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: giratinium @ AIM
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: None
Character
Name: Sollux Captor
Series: Homestuck
Timeline:
Canon Resource Links: Sollux and his canon.
Personality: First thing’s first: Sollux Captor is not a human. He is a species called a troll hailing from the planet Alternia, and as such, he has grown up in a society very far from what we humans did. In his world, it is perfectly reasonable for the peasantry to have mind-crushing psychic power; emperors and empresses of the one-party government can be expected to live for hundreds or thousands of years; and if the value of life has been so compromised that citizens will be killed on the spot if they do not produce offspring, well, what other way could it be? The Alternian Empire has thrived for thousands of sweeps and has a vast reach over the civilized universe, and they didn’t get that way by emulating the squishy pink flesh-bags called humans. As you can see, the Alternian way of life is harsh, and it has a profound effect on all young trolls growing up in its shadowy claws. Sollux is no different.
His species has a caste system somewhat similar to ours; a troll is put in society based on their heritage and quality of blood. Except in the Alternian case, the quality of blood is quite literal. Trolls can have twelve different colors running through their veins, and they span the entire color wheel – hence, their caste system is called the hemospectrum. Sollux was born as a yellowblood; since red is the lowest one can get, this doesn’t put him at a very esteemed place in society. And because the lowbloods are essentially abused and put-down by just about everybody, this has put him in a self-hatred situation since birth. And self-hatred is one of Sollux’s biggest problems.
If asked, Sollux Captor would tell you that his blood color didn’t really affect him that much. As with almost everything else relating to his thoughts and emotions, though, Sollux would be lying. Even though Sollux has a wide array of talents and gifts that would make him valuable in the violence-obsessed system, he grew up in a society that told him he was worth less than the ground he walked on – because of his blood. He lives in the troll equivalent of an apartment building, and keeps himself above the poverty line solely because of his unbelievable skill at a few low-cost, high-profit hobbies. The yellowblood stigma was the first of many factors that combined together to form Sollux’s… ahem, interesting mental landscape. But more on that later. First, let’s concentrate on the things that do not change over Sollux’s character arc; his hobbies and interests.
Every one of the trolls in Homestuck is computer-savvy to some extent; they live far distances from one another, and speak over a chat client called Trollian. But Sollux takes this to the logical extreme. He is the token technology nerd in the group; he uses chat shorthand in real life (‘noob’, ‘lmao’ and so on), and is described by the narrative as being “apeshit bananas” at computers. Somehow, this is a good thing. In particular, he is skilled in coding; he can design nasty viruses that do any variety of terrible things, including placing a lifelong curse on anyone who runs it. He likes to send these viruses to his friends as jokes.
Sollux is also an accomplished apiarist. He is Alternia’s undisputed expert on apiculture networking, which is basically caring for magical bees and using them for various computing tasks. He has an obsession with the colors red and blue, and uses markers of those colors to scribble all over the walls of his home, working out plans for whatever new project he is working on. (He reaches the corners by using his telekinetic powers for levitation.) He is very untidy and doesn’t seem to care much about appearances; his room has a deciduous understory of wires and video games, he patches up his curtains instead of buying new ones, and as mentioned, he draws on the walls. Also, the apiculture network produces mind honey, which he just allows to collect in a puddle on the floor; this particular instance may be more related to his powers than anything else, since consuming the mind honey will make his psychic abilities spike to dangerously powerful and uncontrollable levels.
And now we get to the meat and potatoes of any Sollux Captor personality section; his ‘mutant mind’ and the issues that arise from it.
As a character, Sollux is associated heavily with the Western zodiac sign Gemini, the Twins. This manifests mostly as an overwhelming sense of duality in everything he says and does. Sollux’s mind, too, has developed in such a way that it reflects this; he isn’t exactly an MPD case, nor is he exactly bipolar, but he has shades of both. As you can imagine, such complications did not bode well for his psychological health.
Sollux is extremely self-deprecating. Every single one of his friends knows the talents he has (from his epic coding to the psychic powers which can level an entire building in one blast), but whenever they try to point it out, he will refuse their claims with nigh-religious dedication. When he’s feeling particularly bad about himself, he will develop a sort of alter ego; that is, he is still Sollux Captor, but he is a self-centered elitist who praises his own abilities and insults others’ in the same breath. It doesn’t fool anyone, though. Karkat Vantas once called him out directly on it: “What a load of shit, this act that you actually think you’re a hotshot. You know you hate yourself.” Somehow, this asshole is Sollux’s best friend.
One aspect that remains unchanged is that Sollux has this remarkable penchant for getting into stupid arguments. He is basically the patron saint of all those twelve-year-olds you see insulting each other’s sexuality over Xbox Live. He frequently gets in manic arguments with the people who annoy him – like Eridan Ampora – but also with the people who he likes the most – like his aforementioned best friend, Karkat. They tend to have really stupid spats over nothing at all, and then agree to delete them from their computers afterwards; they hardly ever mean anything they say.
So far, this all sounds relatively normal, right? Okay, so he’s an adolescent with ego issues, that’s not so bad at all… but that isn’t the end of it, oh no. Sollux’s issues run much deeper than this. He is massively fatalistic, all to aware that everything will eventually die in the end; he often gets all caught up in his thoughts of doom and hopelessness. These moments are the ‘depression’ to his aforementioned ‘manic’ arguments, and since Sollux hardly ever expresses emotion other than anger and sadness, it is very easy to see how he can be considered bipolar. In-universe, we have a convenient justification for these spots of apocalypse: not only in the social landscape he was raised in, which I already covered, but also an unfortunate side-effect of his yellowblood psychic powers.
Sollux, to put it simply, hears dead people.
Or rather, near-dead people. You see, as one of the perks of Vision Twofold (his powers; they manifest around his eyes, which are solid red and blue as opposed to the normal troll color of yellow), he has the dubious honor of listening to the “voices of the imminently deceased”. This is not an optional benefit, however; he listens to them 24-7, like a radio that he can’t turn off.
As we already mentioned, trolls die a lot on Alternia – and not in very humane ways, either. Essentially, all of Sollux’s life has been spent listening to other trolls pleading for mercy inside of his head. This obviously wormed its way subconsciously into his thought processes. But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been; Sollux was pessimistic, but still relatively normal (he was described by his friend Kanaya as ‘talkative’, a key trait of Gemini individuals). Besides, he had practically unmatched telekinetic ability, even among trolls; it was useful enough in everyday life that he would continue tolerating the spirits if he could just keep that.
Unfortunately, that was when the plot of Homestuck began, and everything went to hell. To put it simply, Sollux himself started a chain of events that caused a certain computer game to come into existence; this meant that, in time, he would distribute the game to his friends and they would all play it together. However, the game was very supernatural in nature, and in order to be executed it would cause Alternia – and everyone on it – to die, except for Sollux and the friends he distributed the game to. This fact was absolutely ineffable; it was on the alpha timeline, and therefore could not be changed. This is important for many plot reasons, but we don’t care about those; it is also important for Sollux personally because of the side effect I outlined above.
As you might have guessed, before now, people were dying constantly; Sollux could handle that. However, what he could not handle was everyone on the planet being in a state of imminent death, at the same time. This meant that Sollux’s metaphorical radio feed has just been turned up to max, and he still couldn’t turn it off. As a result, his manic/depressive problem went into overdrive; the incessant screaming put him constantly on edge, so he was prone to flying into a ranting fury at the slightest provocation, and the fact that he could no longer tune out the pleas for mercy made the bleak future of his race even more harrowing on him. He only got worse as time went on. One of the best examples of his problem came when he was having a ‘feelings jam’ with Feferi in a pile of clown horns. He started out being mopey and terrible because he didn’t understand why she liked him so much, then proceeded to have a screaming fit about the less-than-stellar accommodations (“…this pile isn’t comfortable at all, I’ve got hard metal edges jabbing me everywhere, it’s lumpy as hell, and you can’t move a fucking inch without honking the shit out of it and making everyone else in the room look at you!”), and then went right back to lamenting that Feferi was so awesome and he was so not.
Afterward, he engaged in one tantrum-slash-deathmatch with Eridan Ampora, who had suddenly become a threat without Sollux’s knowing. At this point, he is taken into Route.
Shortly after the fight with Eridan, Sollux will lose his Vision Twofold and therefore the voices in his head; he will suddenly be a lot happier, now that he doesn’t have to listen to anyone’s thoughts but his own. Since the same thing will happen in Route as he becomes a human, we might as well Miltank it for all it’s worth, right?
…That was terrible. I’m sorry.
Strengths:
♊ Intelligence. Sollux has an understanding of many advanced topics such as technology and beekeeping (it takes a lot to keep them alive, okay), and he picks up on new things quickly.
♊ Nerdism. He plays video games virtually all the time, and even if Fiduspawn (basically his world’s Pokémon) was never his absolute favorite, he is a fan when no one else is looking. Since he has virtually no social life outside of the Internet, he will phase well from controlling a Trainer on a computer screen to being one himself.
♊ Independence. Trolls do not have parents; instead, they have creatures called lusii to raise them. Sollux’s lusus was… well, useless, because of its size and lack of intelligence, so he had no choice but to chain it to the top of his apartment building. This means that Sollux essentially raised himself, and in fact took responsibility for feeding and caring for his lusus while most trolls have their lusii do all that for them.
Weaknesses:
♊ Mental instability. As you can see, Sollux has a lot of… problems. He’s not really good at working through them. He is also very bitter at the bad luck he’s had throughout his life – his lusus, his powers, his general perceived shittiness, etc.
♊ City slicker. Sollux’s caste generally lived in New York City-style, extremely industrialized settlements, and so did he. Actual wilderness is a foreign concept for him, which will be an obvious problem for a traveling Trainer.
♊ Extremely out of shape. Another big obstacle towards Trainerdom. Sollux is an eat-nothing, do-nothing type of guy; he has spent practically his entire life inside on the computer, and consumes very little calories. Furthermore, Sollux uses his psionics to do many things, in lieu of the physical alternative. If he needs to get something from across the room, he zaps it over; if he needs to reach a high place, he doesn’t have to get a ladder, just fly himself up there. Even just walking is too much of a strain for him, apparently, since he seems to float everywhere instead. Too bad he doesn’t have his powers anymore. Whoops!
♊ Lisp. This is hardly a ‘weakness’, but Sollux does have some really awkward double vampire fangs on his teeth, and this makes him unable to pronounce S sounds properly; they come out more like TH. For example, ‘thith ith thtupid’ (this is stupid) or ‘Tholluckth Captor’ (Sollux Captor).
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Sollux will be a Trainer.
Starter: He’ll start off with a Baltoy.
Password: Raspberry Lemonade
Samples
First Person Sample:
good one, ed.
you've done iit.
you've fuckiing done iit.
ii don't know how, but you actually 2ucceeded iin doiing 2omethiing of moderate 2kiill and iimportance.
your 2hiitty whiite magiic ha2 fiinally be2ted the great 2ollux captor.
great job.
now, GET ME THE FUCK OUT.
[Sollux takes a moment to collect his thoughts again before typing. Now that he’s petted Eridan’s ego and demolished it in the same keystroke, he can focus on actually getting the fuck out. Because if the nautical nookstain really was responsible for this, he wouldn’t be sending help any time soon.]
ok.
2o for anyone out there who ii2n't a monumental triibute two the 2eadwelliing god of a22wiipe2.
kk, ff, fuck tz or kn even.
anyone.
where the fuck are we?
what happened two my horn2?
and what ii2 thii2 liittle floatiing thiing?
Third Person Sample: When Sollux had last went to sleep, it had been against a cracked wall, with dull yellow blood spilling from his mouth. When he woke up, he was not against any wall (cracked or otherwise), and he wasn’t bleeding – and, for that matter, Sollux realized dimly that he wouldn’t be spilling yellow for much longer either.
But, oh god… it was so quiet. Couldn’t he just lie here forever? If he moved, they might come back. He didn’t want them to come back… but then, someone shouted up at him from a place unseen, and he decided that maybe it would be better to get out of here before someone jump-attacked him for sleeping in their presence or something stupid like that.
The boy pushed himself up, surprised at the lack of give in the thing under him. It was a square, squishy and warm from his body heat – not uncomfortable, but not what he was used to, either. The block around him was unfamiliar; it definitely wasn’t the meteor. There was almost no metal anywhere, and the wires usually streaming throughout the ceiling and walls were also absent. Most distressing. Sollux went to pull the fabric over his body, but noticed with a start that there was something wrong with his arm. Very wrong. It was too pink, too fleshy.
Suddenly wasting no time with looking around, Sollux threw the blanket violently off of him and rushed across the room to the mirror on the other side. What gaped back at him was a boy, a human boy, with messy black hair and eyes that couldn’t seem to decide whether they were red or blue – the right eye was the cooler color, the left eye was warm. But, Sollux noticed, and this was obviously very important… his teeth were still there. All of them. Including the giant ones.
“Well, shit,” Sollux said experimentally, and confirmed what he had been thinking. Yup, lisp secured.
The yelling continued from a nearby staircase, so Sollux dressed clumsily – his old clothes were sitting on the floor, thank god they still fit – and descended. There was a human adult (or, what he thought was a human adult; why was she so short?) standing about halfway across the room, babbling more at him about some ‘big day’ that was happening.
“Who the fuck are you?” he interrupted.
Her demeanor changed immediately, and she began scolding him for using that kind of language to his mother – whatever that was. Was that her name? Mother? Whatever. Sollux decided he didn’t want to find out, so he ignored the suddenly-indignant woman and walked outside, putting on his trusty glasses as he did so. Maybe someone out there would have more answers than the psycho he’d met here?
Name: Gira
Personal Journal:
murkrowsE-mail: breloomasaurus@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: giratinium @ AIM
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: None
Character
Name: Sollux Captor
Series: Homestuck
Timeline:
Canon Resource Links: Sollux and his canon.
Personality: First thing’s first: Sollux Captor is not a human. He is a species called a troll hailing from the planet Alternia, and as such, he has grown up in a society very far from what we humans did. In his world, it is perfectly reasonable for the peasantry to have mind-crushing psychic power; emperors and empresses of the one-party government can be expected to live for hundreds or thousands of years; and if the value of life has been so compromised that citizens will be killed on the spot if they do not produce offspring, well, what other way could it be? The Alternian Empire has thrived for thousands of sweeps and has a vast reach over the civilized universe, and they didn’t get that way by emulating the squishy pink flesh-bags called humans. As you can see, the Alternian way of life is harsh, and it has a profound effect on all young trolls growing up in its shadowy claws. Sollux is no different.
His species has a caste system somewhat similar to ours; a troll is put in society based on their heritage and quality of blood. Except in the Alternian case, the quality of blood is quite literal. Trolls can have twelve different colors running through their veins, and they span the entire color wheel – hence, their caste system is called the hemospectrum. Sollux was born as a yellowblood; since red is the lowest one can get, this doesn’t put him at a very esteemed place in society. And because the lowbloods are essentially abused and put-down by just about everybody, this has put him in a self-hatred situation since birth. And self-hatred is one of Sollux’s biggest problems.
If asked, Sollux Captor would tell you that his blood color didn’t really affect him that much. As with almost everything else relating to his thoughts and emotions, though, Sollux would be lying. Even though Sollux has a wide array of talents and gifts that would make him valuable in the violence-obsessed system, he grew up in a society that told him he was worth less than the ground he walked on – because of his blood. He lives in the troll equivalent of an apartment building, and keeps himself above the poverty line solely because of his unbelievable skill at a few low-cost, high-profit hobbies. The yellowblood stigma was the first of many factors that combined together to form Sollux’s… ahem, interesting mental landscape. But more on that later. First, let’s concentrate on the things that do not change over Sollux’s character arc; his hobbies and interests.
Every one of the trolls in Homestuck is computer-savvy to some extent; they live far distances from one another, and speak over a chat client called Trollian. But Sollux takes this to the logical extreme. He is the token technology nerd in the group; he uses chat shorthand in real life (‘noob’, ‘lmao’ and so on), and is described by the narrative as being “apeshit bananas” at computers. Somehow, this is a good thing. In particular, he is skilled in coding; he can design nasty viruses that do any variety of terrible things, including placing a lifelong curse on anyone who runs it. He likes to send these viruses to his friends as jokes.
Sollux is also an accomplished apiarist. He is Alternia’s undisputed expert on apiculture networking, which is basically caring for magical bees and using them for various computing tasks. He has an obsession with the colors red and blue, and uses markers of those colors to scribble all over the walls of his home, working out plans for whatever new project he is working on. (He reaches the corners by using his telekinetic powers for levitation.) He is very untidy and doesn’t seem to care much about appearances; his room has a deciduous understory of wires and video games, he patches up his curtains instead of buying new ones, and as mentioned, he draws on the walls. Also, the apiculture network produces mind honey, which he just allows to collect in a puddle on the floor; this particular instance may be more related to his powers than anything else, since consuming the mind honey will make his psychic abilities spike to dangerously powerful and uncontrollable levels.
And now we get to the meat and potatoes of any Sollux Captor personality section; his ‘mutant mind’ and the issues that arise from it.
As a character, Sollux is associated heavily with the Western zodiac sign Gemini, the Twins. This manifests mostly as an overwhelming sense of duality in everything he says and does. Sollux’s mind, too, has developed in such a way that it reflects this; he isn’t exactly an MPD case, nor is he exactly bipolar, but he has shades of both. As you can imagine, such complications did not bode well for his psychological health.
Sollux is extremely self-deprecating. Every single one of his friends knows the talents he has (from his epic coding to the psychic powers which can level an entire building in one blast), but whenever they try to point it out, he will refuse their claims with nigh-religious dedication. When he’s feeling particularly bad about himself, he will develop a sort of alter ego; that is, he is still Sollux Captor, but he is a self-centered elitist who praises his own abilities and insults others’ in the same breath. It doesn’t fool anyone, though. Karkat Vantas once called him out directly on it: “What a load of shit, this act that you actually think you’re a hotshot. You know you hate yourself.” Somehow, this asshole is Sollux’s best friend.
One aspect that remains unchanged is that Sollux has this remarkable penchant for getting into stupid arguments. He is basically the patron saint of all those twelve-year-olds you see insulting each other’s sexuality over Xbox Live. He frequently gets in manic arguments with the people who annoy him – like Eridan Ampora – but also with the people who he likes the most – like his aforementioned best friend, Karkat. They tend to have really stupid spats over nothing at all, and then agree to delete them from their computers afterwards; they hardly ever mean anything they say.
So far, this all sounds relatively normal, right? Okay, so he’s an adolescent with ego issues, that’s not so bad at all… but that isn’t the end of it, oh no. Sollux’s issues run much deeper than this. He is massively fatalistic, all to aware that everything will eventually die in the end; he often gets all caught up in his thoughts of doom and hopelessness. These moments are the ‘depression’ to his aforementioned ‘manic’ arguments, and since Sollux hardly ever expresses emotion other than anger and sadness, it is very easy to see how he can be considered bipolar. In-universe, we have a convenient justification for these spots of apocalypse: not only in the social landscape he was raised in, which I already covered, but also an unfortunate side-effect of his yellowblood psychic powers.
Sollux, to put it simply, hears dead people.
Or rather, near-dead people. You see, as one of the perks of Vision Twofold (his powers; they manifest around his eyes, which are solid red and blue as opposed to the normal troll color of yellow), he has the dubious honor of listening to the “voices of the imminently deceased”. This is not an optional benefit, however; he listens to them 24-7, like a radio that he can’t turn off.
As we already mentioned, trolls die a lot on Alternia – and not in very humane ways, either. Essentially, all of Sollux’s life has been spent listening to other trolls pleading for mercy inside of his head. This obviously wormed its way subconsciously into his thought processes. But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been; Sollux was pessimistic, but still relatively normal (he was described by his friend Kanaya as ‘talkative’, a key trait of Gemini individuals). Besides, he had practically unmatched telekinetic ability, even among trolls; it was useful enough in everyday life that he would continue tolerating the spirits if he could just keep that.
Unfortunately, that was when the plot of Homestuck began, and everything went to hell. To put it simply, Sollux himself started a chain of events that caused a certain computer game to come into existence; this meant that, in time, he would distribute the game to his friends and they would all play it together. However, the game was very supernatural in nature, and in order to be executed it would cause Alternia – and everyone on it – to die, except for Sollux and the friends he distributed the game to. This fact was absolutely ineffable; it was on the alpha timeline, and therefore could not be changed. This is important for many plot reasons, but we don’t care about those; it is also important for Sollux personally because of the side effect I outlined above.
As you might have guessed, before now, people were dying constantly; Sollux could handle that. However, what he could not handle was everyone on the planet being in a state of imminent death, at the same time. This meant that Sollux’s metaphorical radio feed has just been turned up to max, and he still couldn’t turn it off. As a result, his manic/depressive problem went into overdrive; the incessant screaming put him constantly on edge, so he was prone to flying into a ranting fury at the slightest provocation, and the fact that he could no longer tune out the pleas for mercy made the bleak future of his race even more harrowing on him. He only got worse as time went on. One of the best examples of his problem came when he was having a ‘feelings jam’ with Feferi in a pile of clown horns. He started out being mopey and terrible because he didn’t understand why she liked him so much, then proceeded to have a screaming fit about the less-than-stellar accommodations (“…this pile isn’t comfortable at all, I’ve got hard metal edges jabbing me everywhere, it’s lumpy as hell, and you can’t move a fucking inch without honking the shit out of it and making everyone else in the room look at you!”), and then went right back to lamenting that Feferi was so awesome and he was so not.
Afterward, he engaged in one tantrum-slash-deathmatch with Eridan Ampora, who had suddenly become a threat without Sollux’s knowing. At this point, he is taken into Route.
Shortly after the fight with Eridan, Sollux will lose his Vision Twofold and therefore the voices in his head; he will suddenly be a lot happier, now that he doesn’t have to listen to anyone’s thoughts but his own. Since the same thing will happen in Route as he becomes a human, we might as well Miltank it for all it’s worth, right?
…That was terrible. I’m sorry.
Strengths:
♊ Intelligence. Sollux has an understanding of many advanced topics such as technology and beekeeping (it takes a lot to keep them alive, okay), and he picks up on new things quickly.
♊ Nerdism. He plays video games virtually all the time, and even if Fiduspawn (basically his world’s Pokémon) was never his absolute favorite, he is a fan when no one else is looking. Since he has virtually no social life outside of the Internet, he will phase well from controlling a Trainer on a computer screen to being one himself.
♊ Independence. Trolls do not have parents; instead, they have creatures called lusii to raise them. Sollux’s lusus was… well, useless, because of its size and lack of intelligence, so he had no choice but to chain it to the top of his apartment building. This means that Sollux essentially raised himself, and in fact took responsibility for feeding and caring for his lusus while most trolls have their lusii do all that for them.
Weaknesses:
♊ Mental instability. As you can see, Sollux has a lot of… problems. He’s not really good at working through them. He is also very bitter at the bad luck he’s had throughout his life – his lusus, his powers, his general perceived shittiness, etc.
♊ City slicker. Sollux’s caste generally lived in New York City-style, extremely industrialized settlements, and so did he. Actual wilderness is a foreign concept for him, which will be an obvious problem for a traveling Trainer.
♊ Extremely out of shape. Another big obstacle towards Trainerdom. Sollux is an eat-nothing, do-nothing type of guy; he has spent practically his entire life inside on the computer, and consumes very little calories. Furthermore, Sollux uses his psionics to do many things, in lieu of the physical alternative. If he needs to get something from across the room, he zaps it over; if he needs to reach a high place, he doesn’t have to get a ladder, just fly himself up there. Even just walking is too much of a strain for him, apparently, since he seems to float everywhere instead. Too bad he doesn’t have his powers anymore. Whoops!
♊ Lisp. This is hardly a ‘weakness’, but Sollux does have some really awkward double vampire fangs on his teeth, and this makes him unable to pronounce S sounds properly; they come out more like TH. For example, ‘thith ith thtupid’ (this is stupid) or ‘Tholluckth Captor’ (Sollux Captor).
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Sollux will be a Trainer.
Starter: He’ll start off with a Baltoy.
Password: Raspberry Lemonade
Samples
First Person Sample:
good one, ed.
you've done iit.
you've fuckiing done iit.
ii don't know how, but you actually 2ucceeded iin doiing 2omethiing of moderate 2kiill and iimportance.
your 2hiitty whiite magiic ha2 fiinally be2ted the great 2ollux captor.
great job.
now, GET ME THE FUCK OUT.
[Sollux takes a moment to collect his thoughts again before typing. Now that he’s petted Eridan’s ego and demolished it in the same keystroke, he can focus on actually getting the fuck out. Because if the nautical nookstain really was responsible for this, he wouldn’t be sending help any time soon.]
ok.
2o for anyone out there who ii2n't a monumental triibute two the 2eadwelliing god of a22wiipe2.
kk, ff, fuck tz or kn even.
anyone.
where the fuck are we?
what happened two my horn2?
and what ii2 thii2 liittle floatiing thiing?
Third Person Sample: When Sollux had last went to sleep, it had been against a cracked wall, with dull yellow blood spilling from his mouth. When he woke up, he was not against any wall (cracked or otherwise), and he wasn’t bleeding – and, for that matter, Sollux realized dimly that he wouldn’t be spilling yellow for much longer either.
But, oh god… it was so quiet. Couldn’t he just lie here forever? If he moved, they might come back. He didn’t want them to come back… but then, someone shouted up at him from a place unseen, and he decided that maybe it would be better to get out of here before someone jump-attacked him for sleeping in their presence or something stupid like that.
The boy pushed himself up, surprised at the lack of give in the thing under him. It was a square, squishy and warm from his body heat – not uncomfortable, but not what he was used to, either. The block around him was unfamiliar; it definitely wasn’t the meteor. There was almost no metal anywhere, and the wires usually streaming throughout the ceiling and walls were also absent. Most distressing. Sollux went to pull the fabric over his body, but noticed with a start that there was something wrong with his arm. Very wrong. It was too pink, too fleshy.
Suddenly wasting no time with looking around, Sollux threw the blanket violently off of him and rushed across the room to the mirror on the other side. What gaped back at him was a boy, a human boy, with messy black hair and eyes that couldn’t seem to decide whether they were red or blue – the right eye was the cooler color, the left eye was warm. But, Sollux noticed, and this was obviously very important… his teeth were still there. All of them. Including the giant ones.
“Well, shit,” Sollux said experimentally, and confirmed what he had been thinking. Yup, lisp secured.
The yelling continued from a nearby staircase, so Sollux dressed clumsily – his old clothes were sitting on the floor, thank god they still fit – and descended. There was a human adult (or, what he thought was a human adult; why was she so short?) standing about halfway across the room, babbling more at him about some ‘big day’ that was happening.
“Who the fuck are you?” he interrupted.
Her demeanor changed immediately, and she began scolding him for using that kind of language to his mother – whatever that was. Was that her name? Mother? Whatever. Sollux decided he didn’t want to find out, so he ignored the suddenly-indignant woman and walked outside, putting on his trusty glasses as he did so. Maybe someone out there would have more answers than the psycho he’d met here?