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Jan. 9th, 2020 08:44 am
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buildsthatwall: (The Kid)
I need someone to look at my fingers please.

[His may be the same calm tone as ever, but right now his fingers are in absolute agony. Every bone in it has been utterly crushed by the Headsman clamp, and all he's done for it was wrap his hand in some cloth. Kid doesn't want to waste a healing tonic, after all it's just fingers, but he really wants the pain to stop.]
buildsthatwall: (Hammer in hand)
[Kid sits a top the wall and thinks. It's not the Rippling Walls, but it's peaceful nonetheless. Right now he needs peaceful as he thinks on what he wants to do. Clutched tightly in his hand is his Marshal's badge. He turns it in his hand and stares at it for sometime. What would the Marshals do if they were here? They definitely wouldn't just sit around while some bully runs about attacking people that's for sure.

With a look of determination, Kid pins the badge to his chest and gets his journal.]


Sollux, I want to talk to you face to face.

[That said, Kid climbs down off the wall and heads back towards the Green.]
buildsthatwall: (A step too far)
Zia's hurt. I can't find Sycora. Someone help please.

[Pause.]

And I want to know who hurt her. Tell me.

[The normally stoic Kid can barely hold back his rage at the moment. If Zia wasn't his first priority he would be on the hunt right now.]
buildsthatwall: (Looking wistful)
[Anyone near Kid's room might here a startled yelp.]

Um...there's something wrong with my tattoo.
buildsthatwall: (Lost in thought)
[Kid had one hell of a dream. He was back home with Zia and Rucks. They were offering him a choice. He could either restore their world, but that would make them forget everything and could even result in the Calamity happening again. Or, he could leave things as they were and work towards a better future looking for survivors.

It got him thinking. It got him thinking a lot actually. The whole situation isn't that much different from the one he's in right now.]


What if this happens again? What if we get back to our homes and this all just happens a second time? Won't we just end up right back here?

[He pauses as he tries to think what he wants to say.]

It would be like living in the past wouldn't it? I think...I think the only way to keep the problem from happening again is to just move forward. Right?

[The big problem with that is that there's no guarantee he'll ever see Rucks and Zia and even Zulf ever again, which isn't really a happy thought.

Man all this thinking is hard.]
buildsthatwall: (Lost in an unmade world)
[Kid's been quiet for a while. He knows he should talk more and make friends like Rapunzel said, but he doesn't really know what to talk about.

After wandering the keep for a bit he ends up in front of the mews, watching the hawks. His thoughts wander back home and once again he's feeling nostalgic.]


I miss my Pecker.
buildsthatwall: (Down for the count)
[Too say he was happy when he found Zia would be an understatement. He found one of his best friends and things were starting to look alright. Then she disappeared, and Kid didn't know where she went. No note, no letter, no nothing. Just gone. Like everyone else. He lost her all over again, only this time it was worse.

Since then he's been searching high and low for her, even tore his room apart and accidentally broke his jar in the process. Now he's sitting by the bonfire where he found her, knees to his chest and his arms folded staring into nothing.]


Does anyone know where all those people who were here went? Or if they're coming back?

[Then, much quieter.]

I'll find you again. I promise.

[Right now, Kid doesn't need some stupid, magic heart to feel heartbroken.]
buildsthatwall: (Lost in an unmade world)
Is this normal? I didn't think so many people arrived at once. Can someone tell me what's going on?

[Then after a few moments of hesitation.]

Rucks? Zia? You guys there?

...Zulf?
buildsthatwall: (Hammer in hand)
[There's a high pitched shriek followed someone gibbering so fast it would be a miracle if anyone can understand it. Luckily the journal is able to translate it all.]

W-what's going on? What am I? How did I turn into this thing? Why am I so short?

[The Kid's seen a lot of strange things out there in the Wilds. There's not much that can compare to this though.]

And what's that horrible smell?

: ((OOC: The Kid is now a Jawa.
buildsthatwall: (Lost in thought)
[When he hopped into the airways from the Tazal Terminals this is not where he thought he'd end up. In fact he's not even really sure where this is. That note he found didn't help him much either seeing how he already knew his world was kind of destroyed. The problem was he didn't know where this Holloways Keep was and if he can't get back to the Bastion then he can't fix all of this. It was good to know there were still other survivors though, and they were even trying to help.

Hopefully Rucks and Zia were still okay.]


Uh...hello? Mr. Deoir? I don't want to sound ungrateful but could you tell me where the exit is? See I already know about the world ending and I was just about to fix all this. All I need to do is get back to the Bastion. Rucks is probably waiting for me.

[Pause.]

Thanks anyway though.

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