[How is he supposed to enjoy himself when there's some asshole about to stick his hand into something that is obviously dangerous? Okay, so there's a chance that he's immune to fire or something, but uh. Come on, he has to say something. Lowering his soda, Scott resists the urge to pinch his nose, because he's no longer just sitting and relaxing, but butting into the business of some guy he doesn't even know.
Sometimes he wishes that he just closes his eyes to everything, pretend to not care. But. Bleh.]
Dude, what are you doing?
[Scott asks with a slightly scrunched face, sitting with his red sunglasses despite it being night.]
[Dazai. Dazai. Are you really sure you want to do that?
Because Chuuya's noticed. There's no way he wouldn't recognize the feeling of Dazai's gaze, of all people. He waits until the man he's helping turns away, before he's picking up one of the fruits the guy is planning to use to make... smoothies? Something? He doesn't know. It seems like a refreshment stand of some sort.
But he's immediately throwing it at Dazai's head, using his ability to send it positively flying even at a distance with pinpoint accuracy.]
[A light hearted chuckle following along with his open proclamation as they put aside their disputes on who was in the wrong. What she says next has Ekko quite baffled by comparison, blinking wide in disbelief as she explains the nature of her 'gift'. She could not only see people's souls but heard them sung out whimsically like music? How very curious; He's heard of people possessing arcane arts back home but most societies either dismissed such arts as nothing but farce or shunned the use of them entirely from their lands.]
You can see my soul...With magic?
[Still a bit confused by it all the boy savior tried his best to understand her situation but what really gets his attention is the last bit she says confidentally. "Has an Undercity zing to it." A slack jawed expression with shock and awe quickly washing over his features as he takes a step forward to close what little distance was between them already.]
Wait...You know of the Undercity...of Zaun? Does that mean you are from Runeterra as well?!
[So many questions racked his brain now, could she possibly see what emotions laid dormant within him and read him like an open book so easily with these strange powers? Arcane users were said to hold abilities that were not humanly possible by most, capable of magical skills both brilliant and fearful depending on its user. Perhaps this was a conversation best discussed somewhere more privately, after all she did say she was getting a bit overwhelmed by all this 'music'.]
What say we get out of here and find somewhere more quiet to talk so you can relax a bit more.
[He says with a little laugh, unaware of how confusing things are about to get.
Once the name comes up, the recognition and surprise are clear on Kurt's face. The description just hammers it in! Except the hair doesn't quite match up, but that's a minor detail next to everything else.]
Y-you don't say! [Who is this person? They don't look like anyone Kurt knows. Are they an X-Man from another Earth? Or some old acquaintance of Logan's? That possibility gives him dread, because it feels like everyone from Logan's past is out for blood...]
That does sound like someone I know back home. ...A real Wolverine of a guy!
[He doesn't think he needs to be coy shoo it, but it feels cool.]
That, or... well, very possibly dead. But Bones is banking on a head injury for this sudden, inexplicable change of scenery around him: for the warm sun instead of red lights, the trade of ship's corridors for a small and suspiciously suburban street, absent acrid smoke and the ozone tang of phaser fire.
There's birdsong. It's very disorienting.
Hailing the Enterprise goes nowhere, and he's only more baffled after his encounter with the little robot. Handed a small PADD and a slip of parchment to add to the medkit already in his hands, Bones at last explodes: )
What in God's name is going on here?!
»bonfire
( Settled in yet no less restless, Bones has since swapped his Science blues for casual duds and found himself a drink. Two drinks, after the first and an hour of ruminating by his lonesome on the beach like a moody weirdo do fuckall to assuage any of his worries. Look, he can read the room...beach...whatever. No point ruining anyone else's good time.
He and his second cup of offensively blue cocktail go wending around the crowds, dodging merry-makers and dancers, while the bonfires stretch their shadows long and flickering across the sand. Somewhere in there, he trips– by his own two feet or someone else, it doesn't matter. Bones trips, and manages to not spill his cup on the partygoer he stumbles to a halt in front of. Total win. )
Shit.
( ...Except he's now wearing the rest of his drink instead. Electric blue liquid seeps across his white linen shirt, and Bones just. Sighs, like the universe has it out for him. )
Typical.
»beach episode
( Day three, featuring the beach, swimsuit!Bones, and the cool shade under a patterned red umbrella. He's already toasted in the sun and been for a swim, determined to be in better spirits today. As he sits drying, Bones shifts aside when a sudden volleyball bounces and rolls right into the shade with him.
Pushing himself up, he takes the ball with him, looking out for its owners. )
Hey! Y'all lose this?
»field day
( Horses aren't exactly numerous in space, which is a crying shame, as Bones absolutely loves them. Look, he's a country boy from Georgia, shut up. While he has no interest in racing anything – and risk breaking his neck? no thanks – he does find a local offering guided rides up the long stretch of beach, and he jumps at the opportunity. )
Need a boost?
( That's for anyone who looks to be struggling with getting up into their saddle. Is he a bit impatient to get started? Maybe. )
( ooc: say hi to a grumpy doc! he's from shortly after krall's attack on the enterprise in st: beyond, and he's gonna try his best to chill out. or not, y'know. please lmk via pm if you have any questions! )
[They are definitively just an accessory and a must-have for someone who is widely known as a pop star and idol for disguise (even if she doesn't really need them here and they don't actually help home either).
A giggle of delight later, she toes off her sandals so she doesn't dirty the blanket, and happily plops herself down, wiggling her toes happily.] This is so kind of you, thank you!
[She fixes the glasses on top of her head and looks up at the question. The bubbliness dies down a little, but she's still smiling-] Yes, I am! I arrived yesterday, I think. I'm not sure how long they kept me in that room before releasing me.
[No one said this was going to be easy but if she followed along by his example Rise would do just fine and might even enjoy herself in the process. Laying out the ground work for her Ekko watches intently as his counterpart hoists herself onto the windboard despite struggling a bit at first. An amused grin washed over his lips as she now sits upon it perched on her knees as instructed, nodding along as his smile grows wider at her insistence to keep her steady.]
We're just getting started. Now hold on a minute while I grab my ride too.
[Wading back through the water he is quick to usher out another board into the open sea not to far from her so she could watch carefully for the next step. This was the hard part other than steering but so long as she kept her balance when she got up onto her feet and use the sail to stabilize herself it would be a cake walk after that. Pulling himself up and onto his own as well staying in place on his knees he looks back over his shoulder towards Rise with a firm nod.]
Okay now its time for the tricky part...Grab the rope attached to the sail then slowly rise onto your feet standing up straight then you're going to lean back a bit so the sail comes out of the water. Watch me, got it?
[Leading by example the boy rises onto his feet planting them firmly in the center of the board about shoulder width apart before he uses the rope to lean back a bit, sail coming out of the water on cue at a ninety degree angle so they wouldn't catch the wind and go jetting off without their grip on the actual steering portion hold itself.]
[ Blind crew plus one? That's legitimately kind of exciting, and Toph perks up from her bored posture. Though now she's wondering what's with the covering her eyes deal. ]
You tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine, [ she suggests, implicitly agreeing by revealing that there is something to tell. ]
[ fireworks scatter a myriad of colors across the night sky, all reflected in the glass of champagne that she swirls in her hand. it's not the first drink she's had - or the second, or the third. it's evident in the way she sways back and forth on the pier, giggling through her hiccups, that she's utterly sloshed. ]
Puh-lease, I wanna go, like, sooooo bad...
[ a couple edges around her awkwardly to board one of the docked boats. she pouts, watching them exchange a few coins with the man at the helm. ]
If I, like, had money, I would totally give it to you...!
[ she says this to no one in particular, spinning around as she takes another hearty sip of alcohol. it had been much easier to acquire drinks for free, less so a trip on a watercraft. but she's nothing if not determined! so when she spots someone approaching all by their lonesome, she doesn't waste a second. ]
Heyyyy. Do you like, wanna go on a ride with me...?
[ long lashes flutter, and she leans in with a coquettish smile. ]
ii. it's so FLUFFY!
[ it's a horse. probably. or maybe a dog? among the many toys and trinkets dangling from the rafters of the booth, there's something small, purple, and furry. shiny black buttons serve as its eyes, and a pink felt tongue sticks out of its mouth. from an objective standpoint, it's kind of ugly. but she's fallen in love. ]
So like, all I have to do is hit those balloons, right?
[ she clutches the three darts, and takes a deep breath. you can do this.
psych. she misses every shot. ]
Nooooooo!!!
[ her lament is enough to make several bystanders stop and look. but she neither notices nor cares. her heart is broken and absolutely nothing will fix it, except for the lopsided little dog horse bear plushie. ]
But, I like, need it...
[ tears begin to well in her eyes. what's a girl to do? ]
iii. by the sea
[ she sits alone on the shore, tracing shapes into the sand with her fingers. there's something almost melancholy about her figure, set against the smoldering orange of the early evening sun, but she hums a cheery tune all the same. a large heart lies etched at her feet, and she leans forward to write something inside of it. SQ + ... and the rest is impossible to see. she considers her handiwork for a moment, and then sighs, taking a hand and wiping it away.
there's just enough darkness now that the faintest of stars are visible in the sky. she tilts her head up. ]
Hey. Have you ever, like, been in love?
[ she doesn't look to see who's joined her. the question was enough of an acknowledgment, and she's too busy looking at the stars. ]
[She's trying very hard not to appear as a scaredy cat in front of the guy, that's NOT cool. So Rise does her best to reel in her panic when he waddles away to get his own ride. She can feel the board underneath her shift on the waves and she has to close her eyes to focus.
When she hears him coming back, there's an obvious relief on her face, but also apprehension because- she needs to stand up now, from the instructions she's getting, and that's easier said than done.]
Hmmm-! You do it so easily! [She feels around for the rope and finally grabs it, and shifts to sit back on the balls on her feet. Maybe... maybe if she sees this like some kind of dance practice will help? No, not really. She'll have to push through it.
She pulls firmly at the rope and slowly raises herself to her feet, her foot slipping for a moment on the wet board, but she keeps her balance, and manages to get the sail up too!]
Oo-! Oh, this is SO not stable! [She's standing but her balance is off.] It feels like I'm going to fall over any moment... [that was more to herself than the guy. He's done a stellar job teaching her, that she will appreciate later when her feet are on even ground.]
Oh! Hu's not really familiar with centaurs but what's important is that he's obviously not human. There's a second or two of surprise (the happy kind) but she doesn't seem to mind at all.
"It is true, with four feet you have much better footing...and humans can't carry nearly as much as a horse could. But they do like to compete and show off, so that does make sense!" Does she believe it? Doesn't matter, she's not going to suggest he has no idea what he's talking about.
"But...what is 'swole?'" She knew many languages, but slang was always tricky.
[Her response was unpredictable as always but one thing resonated above the rest of the drabble causing Ekko to blink wide in confusion. "I've been waiting for you to come back." That must mean he was trapped in this foreign land once before. So that is how she came to be in possession of his hoverboard but why would he entrust such a precious object of his own design to her of all people?! It was a severely confusing state of affairs that made little sense to him but right now his immediate questions would have to wait in favor of the present situation at large.
Gritting his teeth in disdain both hands curl tightly into fists when she insists on calling that her board. Shaking his head firmly with a wave of an arm out in dismissal he took a step closer as she moves to reclaim what rightfully belongs to him.]
Come back!? I was never here in the first place...I don't know what you're talking about.
[A beat as he fights the urge to cross the threshold between them and punch her right square in the jaw, taking what is his by force but did not wish to involve innocent bystanders who might get hurt in the crossfire should his counterpart lose control and snap again.]
That's because it likely knows you don't have the best intentions. How did you get your hands on it anyways?
(he's not the fastest, not the strongest, not with the quickest reactions - but he knows nakahara chuuya way too well! he knows that as soon as chuuya sees him, something will happen, something will fly - and it doesn't hit him simply out of this stupid hivemind that they possess, all the ticks that chuuya gives out that are invincible to the eye.
it hits the tree, a little crater in the truck as its last resting place and dazai smiles obnoxiously, an arm completely stretched as he waves up.)
Woah, almost couldn't see you all the way from here!
[ Jim's out and about on his usual morning errands - dropping off the broken-and-now-fixed printer Mr. Haskew down the street had requested a repair on, stopping in on Claude at the apothecary downtown, picking up some new reading material from the library. It's all very routine, blessedly uninterrupted by Aldrip's usual brand of bullshit - though Jim worries his efforts with Spock and the rest of the STEM club to figure out just what the hell is going on around here is going to bring the hammer down on them sooner rather than later.
But he digresses. All in all, just another day in purgatory.
Jim's on his way back from the library and headed for the STEM club building, bag of books slung over his shoulder, when his ears prick up on a voice he would know anywhere. It takes all of two seconds for him to break into a flat-out sprint, skidding around the corner to verify that it is indeed who he thinks it is. ] Bones!
[ Standing there in his medicorp blues, looking like he dropped out of the clear blue sky, it's him! Jim's smile is a megawatt, one hand reaching out to grab his shoulder, as if he needs to touch him to be sure he's real. ] Oh my god, you're here. Are you okay?
[ Bones doesn't look hurt, but definitely a little agitated. Well, moreso than usual, he means. Holy shit. ]
[They were just as surprised, honestly. The only teenager they knew Logan to hang out with was Jubilee, and she was practically a full member of the team at this point. Was this... the kid of someone Logan dated? But what were the chances of that?
After a brief pause, Morph smiles and sticks a hand out, offering a shake.]
Call me Morph. I'm coworkers with Wolvie, if you want to put it that way.
[Eyes of flesh? What even did that mean? Hers are covered so maybe she has eyes of...something else. He doesn't know. But it wasn't important right now.]
Um...no? Is there something I should be looking for?
[ Is he even more off in la-la land than Aang somehow???? Even Aang would have some feelings to express about his crime. Probably he'd be mad about it. ]
Swindling.
[ Zero hesitation about admitting it. ]
Don't tell me, you actually saved the 'worlds' somehow.
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