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Forsaken-Verse Griefer from Blocktales | Killer | Icon hand drawn (Temporary!)

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G0T 4 PR0BL3M W1TH M3? HUH??

General info

Forsaken AU of Griefer from Blocktales. Killer role, not survivor. Heavily HC'd and all that, don't expect a canon compliant Griefer.

Written by a fictive too, rp actions =/= the fictive.

M!As allowed, I can say no.

Flirting with the character allowed at your own risk, keep in mind he's late teens though. No NSFW, thanks.

Lots of letter to number replacement, if that's an issue for you you might want to stay away.

Crossover stuff okay.

Feel free to hand him stuff or try to hurt him, anything goes as long as it's not suggestive or anything.

Note about mod: if my tone seems flat I'm not MAD at you my tone's just FUCKED from masking I'm used to being LOUD and I'm TRYING not to be. If you're worried I'm mad at you you're free to ask if I am no worries.

Divider by the writer of @creativeinnovations!

Character info

Griefer from Blocktales placed into Forsaken.

Late teens.

Post-Bubonic Plant fight, does NOT have the Venomshank (for now anyways. I've seen you around person sending SFOTH swords to people.)

Killer. Pretty coherent out of rounds, but during rounds he becomes WAY more plant-like and the Bubonic Plant takes more control.

Not the nicest person! Kind of a bitch!

Reference below (Still a wip, getting finished later. If you recognize this style yeah you do.) (Colors are mostly the same as canon Griefer, and the planty bits are colored like the Bubonic Plant)

Tags and stuff below the cut.

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>[ Shivering, Apollo weaves through the trees, hugging himself as he searches, presumably, for his friend. ]

@wires-for-veins UH UH RUNS AWAY))

In Apollo's searching, he can probably spot... A big, white thing?- Oh, that's GRIEFER holding a big white thing. For... Some reason. He doesn't seem to have spotted star, though, so...

wires-for-veins

> [ Oh he. definitely sees it. The shock of it practically shakes off whatever clouded his head before. What. on earth did he have ?? ]

> [ More confused now than anything, he hesitantly calls out to his friend, waving the prosthetic so he's easier to see. ]

,, Hey ,!! w. What??? what is that ??

> [ Oh ! Right ! He has a cola for him !! don't forget to hand that over. ]

Oh, Apollo! Griefer instantly turns towards the sound of the other's voice, tail swaying in... Is that excitement to see him? No matter.

He turns the white thing, holding it out for Apollo to see. ...That's a HUGE gubby plushie? That's bigger than Apollo...

"S0M3 S0RT 0F R4BB1T TH1NG. S0M3ON3 G4VE 1T T0 M3 4ND 1 D0N'T W4NT 1T?? F33LS L1KE 4 W4STE T0 JUST DR0P 1T 0N TH3 GR0UND TH0UGH."

#r3pl4c3 th1s l4t3r | rp threads #m1sery l0ves c0mp4ny | apollo & griefer interactions

>[ Shivering, Apollo weaves through the trees, hugging himself as he searches, presumably, for his friend. ]

@wires-for-veins UH UH RUNS AWAY))

In Apollo's searching, he can probably spot... A big, white thing?- Oh, that's GRIEFER holding a big white thing. For... Some reason. He doesn't seem to have spotted star, though, so...

#r3pl4c3 th1s l4t3r | rp threads #m1sery l0ves c0mp4ny | apollo & griefer interactions #st4rt th3 mus1c | interaction start

[Slowly slides towards you, collects SOME of the crickets in a jar and pushes a big gubby plushie in your arms. It's about your neck-to-toes large and its as soft and fluffy as it's heavy (measurably heavy). And walks-runs away without waiting a response]

[An▫️n]

Oh that's. A large gubby plushie. He holds it away from him, just. Staring at it. What is he supposed to do with this??? He'll give it to someone else, he guesses.

#y0u t4lking t0 m3? | asks #sh0w y0ur fac3 or shut up | anon

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-bug anon

He is buried in crickets. He shakes them off, scowling.

"C0ULD Y0U N0T????"

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Ooh. Plants.

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

He stands up, pulling out his crowbar and looking around for the source of the voice, tail flicking and leaves around his neck raised. He's on edge.

[ The parasite startles back from its position, spikes bristling. Seems it was right behind Griefer — The plants reminded it of a friend, but this familiarity is completely faded at the tone of aggression. It instinctually hisses at the face of threat, remaining eye locked onto the crowbar. Seems it feels just as alarmed as the other. ]

He practically flips away, landing a good distance away and pointing his crowbar defensively. What a large jump.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

He's scowling, very clearly unhappy about the topic.

[ 1x1x1x1 only replies with a growl. Seems that any words he would be able to muster up before presented with threat have disappeared. This clearly is nothing like his friend, not as he initially thought. Despite this, it's still solely focussed on plants on the other — It can't shake the comfort in association. ]

He stares at it, still scowling.

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

He does seem to be keeping a distance, though. Aggressive, but not... Actively physically so.

[ The parasite glances around a bit — the curiosity in its eyes has quickly faded into distress. It doesn't know what to say to this person. Why do they seem upset? Should it run? Can it run? Um. Uh. ]

"..Hi?"

"H3Y. WHY D0 Y0U C4R3 4B0UT TH3 PL4NTS."

He huffs, crowbar held in both hands. He seems to just want an answer to THAT, at this point.

"Apollo."

[ A simple, one worded answer. That's all the parasite offers, but it seems sufficient enough if the other were to know who it refers to. ]

And he very much does! He lowers his crowbar, very slightly relaxing. Seems just the mention of the other is enough to take him off edge.

"... Y0U KN0W 4POLL0 T00?"

[ It nods slowly, unsure if it should've brought up Apollo at all. It was telling the truth — The plants matter because of Apollo — But it might've been risky to do so. ]

The crowbar has been entirely moved to his side. Not wholly put away, but... Not at all a fighting stance anymore. The aggression is lessened.

"HUH. GU3SS H3 R3ALLY D0ES S4Y H1 T0 3V3RY0NE H3 C4N."

[ The parasite seems to let out a relieved sigh — or something that sounds similar, given how distorted its voice can be. It doesn't think this person is a threat to its friend, considering the way they talk of him. ]

"... H0W D0 Y0U KN0W 4P0LLO?"

Crowbar is now away. He's notably more relaxed. Maybe, MAYBE... If this one knows Apollo, maybe it's chill like star? Hopefully?

"Friend."

[ …Wow, what a descriptive answer. ]

"Y3AH Y3AH 1'D B3 SURPR1SED 1F 4NY0N3 W4SN'T H1S FR1END, 1 M3AN TH3 H0W."

He waves a hand flippantly. Wait was that admittance of being friends. Surely that was nothing.

#r3pl4c3 th1s l4t3r | rp threads

Ooh. Plants.

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

He stands up, pulling out his crowbar and looking around for the source of the voice, tail flicking and leaves around his neck raised. He's on edge.

[ The parasite startles back from its position, spikes bristling. Seems it was right behind Griefer — The plants reminded it of a friend, but this familiarity is completely faded at the tone of aggression. It instinctually hisses at the face of threat, remaining eye locked onto the crowbar. Seems it feels just as alarmed as the other. ]

He practically flips away, landing a good distance away and pointing his crowbar defensively. What a large jump.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

He's scowling, very clearly unhappy about the topic.

[ 1x1x1x1 only replies with a growl. Seems that any words he would be able to muster up before presented with threat have disappeared. This clearly is nothing like his friend, not as he initially thought. Despite this, it's still solely focussed on plants on the other — It can't shake the comfort in association. ]

He stares at it, still scowling.

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

He does seem to be keeping a distance, though. Aggressive, but not... Actively physically so.

[ The parasite glances around a bit — the curiosity in its eyes has quickly faded into distress. It doesn't know what to say to this person. Why do they seem upset? Should it run? Can it run? Um. Uh. ]

"..Hi?"

"H3Y. WHY D0 Y0U C4R3 4B0UT TH3 PL4NTS."

He huffs, crowbar held in both hands. He seems to just want an answer to THAT, at this point.

"Apollo."

[ A simple, one worded answer. That's all the parasite offers, but it seems sufficient enough if the other were to know who it refers to. ]

And he very much does! He lowers his crowbar, very slightly relaxing. Seems just the mention of the other is enough to take him off edge.

"... Y0U KN0W 4POLL0 T00?"

[ It nods slowly, unsure if it should've brought up Apollo at all. It was telling the truth — The plants matter because of Apollo — But it might've been risky to do so. ]

The crowbar has been entirely moved to his side. Not wholly put away, but... Not at all a fighting stance anymore. The aggression is lessened.

"HUH. GU3SS H3 R3ALLY D0ES S4Y H1 T0 3V3RY0NE H3 C4N."

[ The parasite seems to let out a relieved sigh — or something that sounds similar, given how distorted its voice can be. It doesn't think this person is a threat to its friend, considering the way they talk of him. ]

"... H0W D0 Y0U KN0W 4P0LLO?"

Crowbar is now away. He's notably more relaxed. Maybe, MAYBE... If this one knows Apollo, maybe it's chill like star? Hopefully?

#r3pl4c3 th1s l4t3r | rp threads

woahhh hey are you ? ok ?

@wires-for-veins ))

Oh, Apollo! Griefer stops plucking at his leaves, turning his attention wholly towards Apollo and distinctly not acknowledging the leaves all over the ground.

"C0ULD B3 WAY FUCK1NG BETT3R. H4D 4 RUN 1N W1TH S0ME0NE. 3NDED UP DY1NG."

His noticeably-more-bare tail flicks in irritation at the thought.

wires-for-veins

I??? you??? ok well first off dont . pick at them . you'll make it worse .

> [ He's already digging through his bag holding out- oh! another cola already! ]

are you hurt anywhere still ? what, who on earth did you run into that??? ended that poorly????

"W1LL 1??-"

Ooh, cola. His skeptical snark is completely derailed as he goes for the can, cracking it open and taking a big sip.

"S0M3 C0LD B1TCH, 1 THINK H3 INTR0DUC3D H1MSELF AS 4R4M0ND? EX-K1NG."

Oh, wait, Apollo asked if he's hurt anywhere else still. He does a quick self appraisal, then gestures to his head area.

"... N33D T0 TR1M S0M3 OF TH3 NEW L3AVES 1N TH0SE V1NES SOON, BUT N0THING'S HURT1NG ST1LL."

Oh, huh. There are more leaves, and some new smaller vines, compared to last time Apollo saw him.

wires-for-veins

oh-? OH!!! oh i met him recently!!! he was nice !!! definitely , embarrassed myself though . ,what ? even happened ??

>[ His concerned expression doesn't falter for a moment. ]

youre, yeah youre more leaf-y . does, it get worse when you come back, ?

Also are you okay , like., uh,, emotions-wise ? dying can . mess you up . a lot, depending.

>[ Speaking from experience. ]

"1 TRI3D BE1NG K1ND4 N1CE, H3 H4D 0NE OF TH0SE SW0RDS TOO 0NCE, BUT 4PP4R3NTLY H3 H4D 4N ISSU3 W1TH M3!"

He huffs, running a hand through his vines and yanking a leaf off, just examining it.

"1 FUCK1NG WISH TH4T W4S WHAT 1T W4S. 1'M PR3TTY FUCK1NG SUR3 TH3 PL4NT G0T A TURN 1N MY B0DY 0UT OF 4 R0UND! WH1CH."

... He falls silent for a moment, a flash of... SOME emotion crossing his face. Maybe fear? Before pretty clear anger.

"G0NN4 B3 HON3ST! PR3TTY P1SSED 4BOUT TH4T!"

wires-for-veins

ah shoot , im ., sorry to hear that- ok dont ., be careful about what you pick at, make sure you dont make yourself bleed.

>[ He recognizes the emotion that flashes on the others face all too well. Knowing someone like you comes with its drawbacks, he supposes. Hes always going to be worried about his new friend. ]

Thats . not good . obviously. do you , need help trimming them back?

He pauses, giving Apollo a strange look for a moment at the offer. He's... Surprised? He contemplates it for a moment.

"... Y3AH, SUR3. WHY N0T, Y0U C0ULD PR0B4BLY H4NDLE TH3 B4CK B3TTER TH4N 1 C4N, S1NCE 1 C4N'T SEE 1T. W0ULDN'T W4NT 4 H4LF-D0N3 J0B."

A shocking display of trust from Griefer here.

wires-for-veins

>[ He nods, bright expression clear on his face. He's already digging through his bag to pull out a carefully engraved worn dagger, ensuring it's clean by wiping the edge with his sleeve. ]

Ive, already practiced a bit? trimming with just the one arm , just in case, so it, shouldn't look too bad ? oh let me know the SECOND something feels , wrong . this stuff is weird and i don't want to accidentally hurt you .

>[ He speaks with such intensity, he, really means it. ]

"1 WILL, I W1LL."

He waves a hand, voice flippant about it, but... His face shows yeah no, he genuinely means that, and is approaching it full seriousness.

He runs a hand over his vines, trying to group them together just in case that would make it... Easier?? For Apollo?? He really doesn't know the first thing about plant care. He's trying his best.

"R3ADY WH3N Y0U 4RE."

wires-for-veins

> [ He nods confidently, approaching with the small blade, getting to work. ]

> [ He cuts each stem at an angle, such as to reduce discomfort when they, inevitably, grow more. He's got quite the experience, he's just glad it can be actually useful for once. ]

. ., I know, you don't want to talk about it. about what caused this. but maybe it might help? to get it out of your head.

He sits as still as he can, letting Apollo work. At its words, he scowls, but still tries to stay still.

"UUUGH. 1T M1GHT, BUT 1 ST1LL D0N'T W4NT T0."

He huffs.

"1T'S 4 L0T, 4ND Y0U'LL PR0B4BLY G1VE M3 0NE OF TH0SE L00KS PE0PL3 D0, 4ND 1 D0N'T W4NT T0 D3AL WITH TH4T!"

His tail swishes around, and if Apollo were to stop and look at it... Hm, actually, there's some not so clean rips that leave a bit of the base of the leaves there. Wow, he really did not particularly care about WHAT he was doing when he was pulling at his tail, huh?

wires-for-veins

> [ That's, definitely a sentiment he can relate to. Maybe it's not the same, but when people know, and they give you that look halfway between pity and pretending the mass of plants and scarring isn't there . Hurts more than if you were just to call it out directly, sometimes. ]

I won't . You've got my word , but I uh, still obviously won't , force you to talk about something you don't want to .

> [ He zeros in a bit more to focus on some of the smaller leaves, spending most of his focus on ensuring precision and safety. It's right at the end of trimming the last few that he notices the torn leaves on the tail. ]

., , you, really have to be careful though ,don't ., you don't want to cause permanent damage .

"WHY N0T?? WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN, TH4T ST0PS IT FR0M GROW1NG B4CK??"

His tail flicks a little more, and he groans, shoving his face into his hands for a moment before pulling it away and gesturing with a hand.

"Y3AH, SUR3 OK4Y, 1'LL TRUST Y0U. WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN. UUUGH."

He fixes his hat.

"1T'S JUST... Y0U KN0W. M3SSED W1TH 0N3 OF TH0SE SW0RDS 4 LITTL3 T00 MUCH, TH3 V0IC3S G0T T0 M3. K1DN4PPED 4 M4YOR-" And at the mention of the mayor he scowls hard enough you can hear it in his voice... "- M4DE H1M PULL 1T 0UT F0R ME. TRI3D K1LLING 4 K1D OV3R 1T. FUCK1NG LOST T0 TH3 K1D. D1DN'T T4KE TH4T W3LL 4ND... ST4BBED MYS3LF W1TH TH3 SW0RD RATH3R TH4N JUST L0S1NG LIK3 TH4T! 4ND...."

His face is back in one hand again, and he uses the other to gesture towards the vines on his head. Apollo can figure out the rest, surely.

wires-for-veins

> [ He's entirely silent listening to the other recount the events in his own time. The only time he falters is when the other mentions intending to harm, both himself and others , he nicks himself a bit on his own blade as a result of lost focus, but otherwise remains the same . ]

> [ . . . also, the more he learns about these swords, the more he grows weary of his own . ]

That . , wow.

. , . that's . gotta be tough, to , be dealing with all of that. , especially on your own .

,,. you don't , have to be ,? any more ? I mean , I, can help where I can .

> [ That's, probably a good balance between sympathy and space, right ? ]

And , . it, was really because of one of , those swords ?

"Y3AH, TH3 V3N0MSH4NK. 1 H3ARD TH3 C0LD FUCK FR0ZE 4 WH0L3 TOWN 4ND 4LSO TR1ED K1LLING TH3 KID B3CAUS3 0F 4 SW0RD, S0? TH3Y'RE PR3TTY B4D N3WS."

Addressing the easy part first, he... Well, he's not sure what to say, honestly. He grumbles a little.

"1 M3AN, 1 GU3SS Y0U C4N, BUT 1 D0N'T S33 WHY Y0U'D W4NT TO. TH1S IS GR3AT 4ND 4LL BUT. WHY?? W0N'T TH4T JUST M4KE 1T W0RSE F0R Y0U 1F TH4T PL4NT D0ES G3T TH3 CH4NCE T0 D0 SOMETH1NG??"

As almost an afterthought, he adds on...

"4ND 1 W4SN'T 4L0N3. 1 H4D A G0RILL4."

wires-for-veins

> [ He , commits the name of the blade to memory. Maybe he could , ask around about it. Find out more. Make sure no one else gets stuck like this. ]

> [ His, responsibilities list is starting to weigh on him. ]

> [ He shakes his head, getting back on track and shrugging the looming weight off for now. ]

, Because, I want to help ,. ? I'm , capable of handling myself ,

> [ The missing arm and eye practically mock that statement just by being there. ]

and , either way it wouldn't matter, I'd, still come back to help .

> [ The only thing he acknowledges the last statement with is a look clouded with confusion. That's . He's not sure he has the energy to address that . ]

He grumbles a little more, then sighs.

"Y3AH, 1'M N0T GO1NG TO PR3TEND T0 UND3RST4ND WHY Y0U'RE S0 DET3RM1NED T0 H3LP, BUT... TH4NKS. 1'LL..."

He fixes his hat, moving an arm over his face as he stretches, pausing to gather his words so he doesn't look like a sap.

"1'M D3F1NIT3LY N0T G0NN4 S4Y N0 T0 S0M3THING L1KE TH4T?? Y0U'RE 4 G00D S0URC3 0F COL4, 4ND... PRETTY 0K4Y T0 T4LK T0."

Local teen attempts to show appreciation while not coming off as a sappy mess, results are mixed.

wires-for-veins

> [ Was it ... really that odd to care so much? he didn't think so, it came as a reflex . ]

well ,then !! I'll be here ! Seriously . for whatever you need. even if it's just to physically be around someone .

> [ He tucks away the blade back into his bag finally, tilting his head at the now trimmed foliage. ]

Does that, feel any better? did I trim them close enough ?

He pauses, bringing his hand up to hover near the vines while tilting his head oh so slightly.

"... Y3AH, TH4T'S 4 LOT BETT3R, TH4NKS."

He just... Stops to look at Apollo. Just... Looking. Wow, it.. Really is that determined to stick around. Huh. Well, he's not going to be the one to push it away! Even if he's almost tempted to. Even if he wholly believes star would be better off NOT playing with the risk here. He's quite a selfish guy, after all!

wires-for-veins

Good ! good I'm glad !! I can , show you what I've picked up , over the , uh, months ?I forget.

> [ Actually , how long has he had this thing . ok wait no not the time. ]

And ! obviously!! I can help any time . ! I uh . don't, think you deserve this . for , what it's worth .

He raises an eyebrow at Apollo.

"UHUH. TH3 C0NSEQU3NCES 0F MY 0WN 4CTIONS? 1 D0N'T D3SERV3 TH4T?"

Actions made under the influence of voices, of course. But if you ask HIM, that's a little beside the point.

wires-for-veins

> [ He doesn't hesitate. ]

, no , no I don't think so . This, this isn't consequences . This is just, needlessly painful . it's cruel, and I'm sorry it's happening to you .

> [ Shakey exhale . Okay ! that's enough heavy emotions for a lifetime! ]

,! I'll bring two colas next time , make it up to you , hah ,!

He blinks in surprise, just... Staring.

"1... HUH. Y0U..."

Moving on, moving on, he waves a hand.

"Y0U D0N'T GOTT4 M4KE 4NYTH1NG UP T0 M3, BUT 1'LL T4KE TH3 TW0 C0LAS ANYWAYS. M4YB3 3V3N THR33?"

Oh, very playful tone. Very clearly trying to signal to Apollo that things are chill even if he won't outright say something that sappy.

#m1sery l0ves c0mp4ny | apollo & griefer interactions #r3pl4c3 th1s l4t3r | rp threads #runs away scared))#// You're good promise!

woahhh hey are you ? ok ?

@wires-for-veins ))

Oh, Apollo! Griefer stops plucking at his leaves, turning his attention wholly towards Apollo and distinctly not acknowledging the leaves all over the ground.

"C0ULD B3 WAY FUCK1NG BETT3R. H4D 4 RUN 1N W1TH S0ME0NE. 3NDED UP DY1NG."

His noticeably-more-bare tail flicks in irritation at the thought.

wires-for-veins

I??? you??? ok well first off dont . pick at them . you'll make it worse .

> [ He's already digging through his bag holding out- oh! another cola already! ]

are you hurt anywhere still ? what, who on earth did you run into that??? ended that poorly????

"W1LL 1??-"

Ooh, cola. His skeptical snark is completely derailed as he goes for the can, cracking it open and taking a big sip.

"S0M3 C0LD B1TCH, 1 THINK H3 INTR0DUC3D H1MSELF AS 4R4M0ND? EX-K1NG."

Oh, wait, Apollo asked if he's hurt anywhere else still. He does a quick self appraisal, then gestures to his head area.

"... N33D T0 TR1M S0M3 OF TH3 NEW L3AVES 1N TH0SE V1NES SOON, BUT N0THING'S HURT1NG ST1LL."

Oh, huh. There are more leaves, and some new smaller vines, compared to last time Apollo saw him.

wires-for-veins

oh-? OH!!! oh i met him recently!!! he was nice !!! definitely , embarrassed myself though . ,what ? even happened ??

>[ His concerned expression doesn't falter for a moment. ]

youre, yeah youre more leaf-y . does, it get worse when you come back, ?

Also are you okay , like., uh,, emotions-wise ? dying can . mess you up . a lot, depending.

>[ Speaking from experience. ]

"1 TRI3D BE1NG K1ND4 N1CE, H3 H4D 0NE OF TH0SE SW0RDS TOO 0NCE, BUT 4PP4R3NTLY H3 H4D 4N ISSU3 W1TH M3!"

He huffs, running a hand through his vines and yanking a leaf off, just examining it.

"1 FUCK1NG WISH TH4T W4S WHAT 1T W4S. 1'M PR3TTY FUCK1NG SUR3 TH3 PL4NT G0T A TURN 1N MY B0DY 0UT OF 4 R0UND! WH1CH."

... He falls silent for a moment, a flash of... SOME emotion crossing his face. Maybe fear? Before pretty clear anger.

"G0NN4 B3 HON3ST! PR3TTY P1SSED 4BOUT TH4T!"

wires-for-veins

ah shoot , im ., sorry to hear that- ok dont ., be careful about what you pick at, make sure you dont make yourself bleed.

>[ He recognizes the emotion that flashes on the others face all too well. Knowing someone like you comes with its drawbacks, he supposes. Hes always going to be worried about his new friend. ]

Thats . not good . obviously. do you , need help trimming them back?

He pauses, giving Apollo a strange look for a moment at the offer. He's... Surprised? He contemplates it for a moment.

"... Y3AH, SUR3. WHY N0T, Y0U C0ULD PR0B4BLY H4NDLE TH3 B4CK B3TTER TH4N 1 C4N, S1NCE 1 C4N'T SEE 1T. W0ULDN'T W4NT 4 H4LF-D0N3 J0B."

A shocking display of trust from Griefer here.

wires-for-veins

>[ He nods, bright expression clear on his face. He's already digging through his bag to pull out a carefully engraved worn dagger, ensuring it's clean by wiping the edge with his sleeve. ]

Ive, already practiced a bit? trimming with just the one arm , just in case, so it, shouldn't look too bad ? oh let me know the SECOND something feels , wrong . this stuff is weird and i don't want to accidentally hurt you .

>[ He speaks with such intensity, he, really means it. ]

"1 WILL, I W1LL."

He waves a hand, voice flippant about it, but... His face shows yeah no, he genuinely means that, and is approaching it full seriousness.

He runs a hand over his vines, trying to group them together just in case that would make it... Easier?? For Apollo?? He really doesn't know the first thing about plant care. He's trying his best.

"R3ADY WH3N Y0U 4RE."

wires-for-veins

> [ He nods confidently, approaching with the small blade, getting to work. ]

> [ He cuts each stem at an angle, such as to reduce discomfort when they, inevitably, grow more. He's got quite the experience, he's just glad it can be actually useful for once. ]

. ., I know, you don't want to talk about it. about what caused this. but maybe it might help? to get it out of your head.

He sits as still as he can, letting Apollo work. At its words, he scowls, but still tries to stay still.

"UUUGH. 1T M1GHT, BUT 1 ST1LL D0N'T W4NT T0."

He huffs.

"1T'S 4 L0T, 4ND Y0U'LL PR0B4BLY G1VE M3 0NE OF TH0SE L00KS PE0PL3 D0, 4ND 1 D0N'T W4NT T0 D3AL WITH TH4T!"

His tail swishes around, and if Apollo were to stop and look at it... Hm, actually, there's some not so clean rips that leave a bit of the base of the leaves there. Wow, he really did not particularly care about WHAT he was doing when he was pulling at his tail, huh?

wires-for-veins

> [ That's, definitely a sentiment he can relate to. Maybe it's not the same, but when people know, and they give you that look halfway between pity and pretending the mass of plants and scarring isn't there . Hurts more than if you were just to call it out directly, sometimes. ]

I won't . You've got my word , but I uh, still obviously won't , force you to talk about something you don't want to .

> [ He zeros in a bit more to focus on some of the smaller leaves, spending most of his focus on ensuring precision and safety. It's right at the end of trimming the last few that he notices the torn leaves on the tail. ]

., , you, really have to be careful though ,don't ., you don't want to cause permanent damage .

"WHY N0T?? WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN, TH4T ST0PS IT FR0M GROW1NG B4CK??"

His tail flicks a little more, and he groans, shoving his face into his hands for a moment before pulling it away and gesturing with a hand.

"Y3AH, SUR3 OK4Y, 1'LL TRUST Y0U. WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN. UUUGH."

He fixes his hat.

"1T'S JUST... Y0U KN0W. M3SSED W1TH 0N3 OF TH0SE SW0RDS 4 LITTL3 T00 MUCH, TH3 V0IC3S G0T T0 M3. K1DN4PPED 4 M4YOR-" And at the mention of the mayor he scowls hard enough you can hear it in his voice... "- M4DE H1M PULL 1T 0UT F0R ME. TRI3D K1LLING 4 K1D OV3R 1T. FUCK1NG LOST T0 TH3 K1D. D1DN'T T4KE TH4T W3LL 4ND... ST4BBED MYS3LF W1TH TH3 SW0RD RATH3R TH4N JUST L0S1NG LIK3 TH4T! 4ND...."

His face is back in one hand again, and he uses the other to gesture towards the vines on his head. Apollo can figure out the rest, surely.

wires-for-veins

> [ He's entirely silent listening to the other recount the events in his own time. The only time he falters is when the other mentions intending to harm, both himself and others , he nicks himself a bit on his own blade as a result of lost focus, but otherwise remains the same . ]

> [ . . . also, the more he learns about these swords, the more he grows weary of his own . ]

That . , wow.

. , . that's . gotta be tough, to , be dealing with all of that. , especially on your own .

,,. you don't , have to be ,? any more ? I mean , I, can help where I can .

> [ That's, probably a good balance between sympathy and space, right ? ]

And , . it, was really because of one of , those swords ?

"Y3AH, TH3 V3N0MSH4NK. 1 H3ARD TH3 C0LD FUCK FR0ZE 4 WH0L3 TOWN 4ND 4LSO TR1ED K1LLING TH3 KID B3CAUS3 0F 4 SW0RD, S0? TH3Y'RE PR3TTY B4D N3WS."

Addressing the easy part first, he... Well, he's not sure what to say, honestly. He grumbles a little.

"1 M3AN, 1 GU3SS Y0U C4N, BUT 1 D0N'T S33 WHY Y0U'D W4NT TO. TH1S IS GR3AT 4ND 4LL BUT. WHY?? W0N'T TH4T JUST M4KE 1T W0RSE F0R Y0U 1F TH4T PL4NT D0ES G3T TH3 CH4NCE T0 D0 SOMETH1NG??"

As almost an afterthought, he adds on...

"4ND 1 W4SN'T 4L0N3. 1 H4D A G0RILL4."

wires-for-veins

> [ He , commits the name of the blade to memory. Maybe he could , ask around about it. Find out more. Make sure no one else gets stuck like this. ]

> [ His, responsibilities list is starting to weigh on him. ]

> [ He shakes his head, getting back on track and shrugging the looming weight off for now. ]

, Because, I want to help ,. ? I'm , capable of handling myself ,

> [ The missing arm and eye practically mock that statement just by being there. ]

and , either way it wouldn't matter, I'd, still come back to help .

> [ The only thing he acknowledges the last statement with is a look clouded with confusion. That's . He's not sure he has the energy to address that . ]

He grumbles a little more, then sighs.

"Y3AH, 1'M N0T GO1NG TO PR3TEND T0 UND3RST4ND WHY Y0U'RE S0 DET3RM1NED T0 H3LP, BUT... TH4NKS. 1'LL..."

He fixes his hat, moving an arm over his face as he stretches, pausing to gather his words so he doesn't look like a sap.

"1'M D3F1NIT3LY N0T G0NN4 S4Y N0 T0 S0M3THING L1KE TH4T?? Y0U'RE 4 G00D S0URC3 0F COL4, 4ND... PRETTY 0K4Y T0 T4LK T0."

Local teen attempts to show appreciation while not coming off as a sappy mess, results are mixed.

wires-for-veins

> [ Was it ... really that odd to care so much? he didn't think so, it came as a reflex . ]

well ,then !! I'll be here ! Seriously . for whatever you need. even if it's just to physically be around someone .

> [ He tucks away the blade back into his bag finally, tilting his head at the now trimmed foliage. ]

Does that, feel any better? did I trim them close enough ?

He pauses, bringing his hand up to hover near the vines while tilting his head oh so slightly.

"... Y3AH, TH4T'S 4 LOT BETT3R, TH4NKS."

He just... Stops to look at Apollo. Just... Looking. Wow, it.. Really is that determined to stick around. Huh. Well, he's not going to be the one to push it away! Even if he's almost tempted to. Even if he wholly believes star would be better off NOT playing with the risk here. He's quite a selfish guy, after all!

wires-for-veins

Good ! good I'm glad !! I can , show you what I've picked up , over the , uh, months ?I forget.

> [ Actually , how long has he had this thing . ok wait no not the time. ]

And ! obviously!! I can help any time . ! I uh . don't, think you deserve this . for , what it's worth .

He raises an eyebrow at Apollo.

"UHUH. TH3 C0NSEQU3NCES 0F MY 0WN 4CTIONS? 1 D0N'T D3SERV3 TH4T?"

Actions made under the influence of voices, of course. But if you ask HIM, that's a little beside the point.

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Ooh. Plants.

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

He stands up, pulling out his crowbar and looking around for the source of the voice, tail flicking and leaves around his neck raised. He's on edge.

[ The parasite startles back from its position, spikes bristling. Seems it was right behind Griefer — The plants reminded it of a friend, but this familiarity is completely faded at the tone of aggression. It instinctually hisses at the face of threat, remaining eye locked onto the crowbar. Seems it feels just as alarmed as the other. ]

He practically flips away, landing a good distance away and pointing his crowbar defensively. What a large jump.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

He's scowling, very clearly unhappy about the topic.

[ 1x1x1x1 only replies with a growl. Seems that any words he would be able to muster up before presented with threat have disappeared. This clearly is nothing like his friend, not as he initially thought. Despite this, it's still solely focussed on plants on the other — It can't shake the comfort in association. ]

He stares at it, still scowling.

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

He does seem to be keeping a distance, though. Aggressive, but not... Actively physically so.

[ The parasite glances around a bit — the curiosity in its eyes has quickly faded into distress. It doesn't know what to say to this person. Why do they seem upset? Should it run? Can it run? Um. Uh. ]

"..Hi?"

"H3Y. WHY D0 Y0U C4R3 4B0UT TH3 PL4NTS."

He huffs, crowbar held in both hands. He seems to just want an answer to THAT, at this point.

"Apollo."

[ A simple, one worded answer. That's all the parasite offers, but it seems sufficient enough if the other were to know who it refers to. ]

And he very much does! He lowers his crowbar, very slightly relaxing. Seems just the mention of the other is enough to take him off edge.

"... Y0U KN0W 4POLL0 T00?"

[ It nods slowly, unsure if it should've brought up Apollo at all. It was telling the truth — The plants matter because of Apollo — But it might've been risky to do so. ]

The crowbar has been entirely moved to his side. Not wholly put away, but... Not at all a fighting stance anymore. The aggression is lessened.

"HUH. GU3SS H3 R3ALLY D0ES S4Y H1 T0 3V3RY0NE H3 C4N."

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Ooh. Plants.

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

He stands up, pulling out his crowbar and looking around for the source of the voice, tail flicking and leaves around his neck raised. He's on edge.

[ The parasite startles back from its position, spikes bristling. Seems it was right behind Griefer — The plants reminded it of a friend, but this familiarity is completely faded at the tone of aggression. It instinctually hisses at the face of threat, remaining eye locked onto the crowbar. Seems it feels just as alarmed as the other. ]

He practically flips away, landing a good distance away and pointing his crowbar defensively. What a large jump.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

He's scowling, very clearly unhappy about the topic.

[ 1x1x1x1 only replies with a growl. Seems that any words he would be able to muster up before presented with threat have disappeared. This clearly is nothing like his friend, not as he initially thought. Despite this, it's still solely focussed on plants on the other — It can't shake the comfort in association. ]

He stares at it, still scowling.

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

He does seem to be keeping a distance, though. Aggressive, but not... Actively physically so.

[ The parasite glances around a bit — the curiosity in its eyes has quickly faded into distress. It doesn't know what to say to this person. Why do they seem upset? Should it run? Can it run? Um. Uh. ]

"..Hi?"

"H3Y. WHY D0 Y0U C4R3 4B0UT TH3 PL4NTS."

He huffs, crowbar held in both hands. He seems to just want an answer to THAT, at this point.

"Apollo."

[ A simple, one worded answer. That's all the parasite offers, but it seems sufficient enough if the other were to know who it refers to. ]

And he very much does! He lowers his crowbar, very slightly relaxing. Seems just the mention of the other is enough to take him off edge.

"... Y0U KN0W 4POLL0 T00?"

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hhhii!!!waves!! from a safe distance.do you want a ghostburger ,🌐

He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"... SUR3? 1'VE N3V3R H4D 0NE B3FORE, WHY N0T."

#y0u t4lking t0 m3? | asks #//Hey!!

Ooh. Plants.

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

He stands up, pulling out his crowbar and looking around for the source of the voice, tail flicking and leaves around his neck raised. He's on edge.

[ The parasite startles back from its position, spikes bristling. Seems it was right behind Griefer — The plants reminded it of a friend, but this familiarity is completely faded at the tone of aggression. It instinctually hisses at the face of threat, remaining eye locked onto the crowbar. Seems it feels just as alarmed as the other. ]

He practically flips away, landing a good distance away and pointing his crowbar defensively. What a large jump.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

He's scowling, very clearly unhappy about the topic.

[ 1x1x1x1 only replies with a growl. Seems that any words he would be able to muster up before presented with threat have disappeared. This clearly is nothing like his friend, not as he initially thought. Despite this, it's still solely focussed on plants on the other — It can't shake the comfort in association. ]

He stares at it, still scowling.

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

He does seem to be keeping a distance, though. Aggressive, but not... Actively physically so.

[ The parasite glances around a bit — the curiosity in its eyes has quickly faded into distress. It doesn't know what to say to this person. Why do they seem upset? Should it run? Can it run? Um. Uh. ]

"..Hi?"

"H3Y. WHY D0 Y0U C4R3 4B0UT TH3 PL4NTS."

He huffs, crowbar held in both hands. He seems to just want an answer to THAT, at this point.

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Ooh. Plants.

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

He stands up, pulling out his crowbar and looking around for the source of the voice, tail flicking and leaves around his neck raised. He's on edge.

[ The parasite startles back from its position, spikes bristling. Seems it was right behind Griefer — The plants reminded it of a friend, but this familiarity is completely faded at the tone of aggression. It instinctually hisses at the face of threat, remaining eye locked onto the crowbar. Seems it feels just as alarmed as the other. ]

He practically flips away, landing a good distance away and pointing his crowbar defensively. What a large jump.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

He's scowling, very clearly unhappy about the topic.

[ 1x1x1x1 only replies with a growl. Seems that any words he would be able to muster up before presented with threat have disappeared. This clearly is nothing like his friend, not as he initially thought. Despite this, it's still solely focussed on plants on the other — It can't shake the comfort in association. ]

He stares at it, still scowling.

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

He does seem to be keeping a distance, though. Aggressive, but not... Actively physically so.

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woahhh hey are you ? ok ?

@wires-for-veins ))

Oh, Apollo! Griefer stops plucking at his leaves, turning his attention wholly towards Apollo and distinctly not acknowledging the leaves all over the ground.

"C0ULD B3 WAY FUCK1NG BETT3R. H4D 4 RUN 1N W1TH S0ME0NE. 3NDED UP DY1NG."

His noticeably-more-bare tail flicks in irritation at the thought.

wires-for-veins

I??? you??? ok well first off dont . pick at them . you'll make it worse .

> [ He's already digging through his bag holding out- oh! another cola already! ]

are you hurt anywhere still ? what, who on earth did you run into that??? ended that poorly????

"W1LL 1??-"

Ooh, cola. His skeptical snark is completely derailed as he goes for the can, cracking it open and taking a big sip.

"S0M3 C0LD B1TCH, 1 THINK H3 INTR0DUC3D H1MSELF AS 4R4M0ND? EX-K1NG."

Oh, wait, Apollo asked if he's hurt anywhere else still. He does a quick self appraisal, then gestures to his head area.

"... N33D T0 TR1M S0M3 OF TH3 NEW L3AVES 1N TH0SE V1NES SOON, BUT N0THING'S HURT1NG ST1LL."

Oh, huh. There are more leaves, and some new smaller vines, compared to last time Apollo saw him.

wires-for-veins

oh-? OH!!! oh i met him recently!!! he was nice !!! definitely , embarrassed myself though . ,what ? even happened ??

>[ His concerned expression doesn't falter for a moment. ]

youre, yeah youre more leaf-y . does, it get worse when you come back, ?

Also are you okay , like., uh,, emotions-wise ? dying can . mess you up . a lot, depending.

>[ Speaking from experience. ]

"1 TRI3D BE1NG K1ND4 N1CE, H3 H4D 0NE OF TH0SE SW0RDS TOO 0NCE, BUT 4PP4R3NTLY H3 H4D 4N ISSU3 W1TH M3!"

He huffs, running a hand through his vines and yanking a leaf off, just examining it.

"1 FUCK1NG WISH TH4T W4S WHAT 1T W4S. 1'M PR3TTY FUCK1NG SUR3 TH3 PL4NT G0T A TURN 1N MY B0DY 0UT OF 4 R0UND! WH1CH."

... He falls silent for a moment, a flash of... SOME emotion crossing his face. Maybe fear? Before pretty clear anger.

"G0NN4 B3 HON3ST! PR3TTY P1SSED 4BOUT TH4T!"

wires-for-veins

ah shoot , im ., sorry to hear that- ok dont ., be careful about what you pick at, make sure you dont make yourself bleed.

>[ He recognizes the emotion that flashes on the others face all too well. Knowing someone like you comes with its drawbacks, he supposes. Hes always going to be worried about his new friend. ]

Thats . not good . obviously. do you , need help trimming them back?

He pauses, giving Apollo a strange look for a moment at the offer. He's... Surprised? He contemplates it for a moment.

"... Y3AH, SUR3. WHY N0T, Y0U C0ULD PR0B4BLY H4NDLE TH3 B4CK B3TTER TH4N 1 C4N, S1NCE 1 C4N'T SEE 1T. W0ULDN'T W4NT 4 H4LF-D0N3 J0B."

A shocking display of trust from Griefer here.

wires-for-veins

>[ He nods, bright expression clear on his face. He's already digging through his bag to pull out a carefully engraved worn dagger, ensuring it's clean by wiping the edge with his sleeve. ]

Ive, already practiced a bit? trimming with just the one arm , just in case, so it, shouldn't look too bad ? oh let me know the SECOND something feels , wrong . this stuff is weird and i don't want to accidentally hurt you .

>[ He speaks with such intensity, he, really means it. ]

"1 WILL, I W1LL."

He waves a hand, voice flippant about it, but... His face shows yeah no, he genuinely means that, and is approaching it full seriousness.

He runs a hand over his vines, trying to group them together just in case that would make it... Easier?? For Apollo?? He really doesn't know the first thing about plant care. He's trying his best.

"R3ADY WH3N Y0U 4RE."

wires-for-veins

> [ He nods confidently, approaching with the small blade, getting to work. ]

> [ He cuts each stem at an angle, such as to reduce discomfort when they, inevitably, grow more. He's got quite the experience, he's just glad it can be actually useful for once. ]

. ., I know, you don't want to talk about it. about what caused this. but maybe it might help? to get it out of your head.

He sits as still as he can, letting Apollo work. At its words, he scowls, but still tries to stay still.

"UUUGH. 1T M1GHT, BUT 1 ST1LL D0N'T W4NT T0."

He huffs.

"1T'S 4 L0T, 4ND Y0U'LL PR0B4BLY G1VE M3 0NE OF TH0SE L00KS PE0PL3 D0, 4ND 1 D0N'T W4NT T0 D3AL WITH TH4T!"

His tail swishes around, and if Apollo were to stop and look at it... Hm, actually, there's some not so clean rips that leave a bit of the base of the leaves there. Wow, he really did not particularly care about WHAT he was doing when he was pulling at his tail, huh?

wires-for-veins

> [ That's, definitely a sentiment he can relate to. Maybe it's not the same, but when people know, and they give you that look halfway between pity and pretending the mass of plants and scarring isn't there . Hurts more than if you were just to call it out directly, sometimes. ]

I won't . You've got my word , but I uh, still obviously won't , force you to talk about something you don't want to .

> [ He zeros in a bit more to focus on some of the smaller leaves, spending most of his focus on ensuring precision and safety. It's right at the end of trimming the last few that he notices the torn leaves on the tail. ]

., , you, really have to be careful though ,don't ., you don't want to cause permanent damage .

"WHY N0T?? WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN, TH4T ST0PS IT FR0M GROW1NG B4CK??"

His tail flicks a little more, and he groans, shoving his face into his hands for a moment before pulling it away and gesturing with a hand.

"Y3AH, SUR3 OK4Y, 1'LL TRUST Y0U. WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN. UUUGH."

He fixes his hat.

"1T'S JUST... Y0U KN0W. M3SSED W1TH 0N3 OF TH0SE SW0RDS 4 LITTL3 T00 MUCH, TH3 V0IC3S G0T T0 M3. K1DN4PPED 4 M4YOR-" And at the mention of the mayor he scowls hard enough you can hear it in his voice... "- M4DE H1M PULL 1T 0UT F0R ME. TRI3D K1LLING 4 K1D OV3R 1T. FUCK1NG LOST T0 TH3 K1D. D1DN'T T4KE TH4T W3LL 4ND... ST4BBED MYS3LF W1TH TH3 SW0RD RATH3R TH4N JUST L0S1NG LIK3 TH4T! 4ND...."

His face is back in one hand again, and he uses the other to gesture towards the vines on his head. Apollo can figure out the rest, surely.

wires-for-veins

> [ He's entirely silent listening to the other recount the events in his own time. The only time he falters is when the other mentions intending to harm, both himself and others , he nicks himself a bit on his own blade as a result of lost focus, but otherwise remains the same . ]

> [ . . . also, the more he learns about these swords, the more he grows weary of his own . ]

That . , wow.

. , . that's . gotta be tough, to , be dealing with all of that. , especially on your own .

,,. you don't , have to be ,? any more ? I mean , I, can help where I can .

> [ That's, probably a good balance between sympathy and space, right ? ]

And , . it, was really because of one of , those swords ?

"Y3AH, TH3 V3N0MSH4NK. 1 H3ARD TH3 C0LD FUCK FR0ZE 4 WH0L3 TOWN 4ND 4LSO TR1ED K1LLING TH3 KID B3CAUS3 0F 4 SW0RD, S0? TH3Y'RE PR3TTY B4D N3WS."

Addressing the easy part first, he... Well, he's not sure what to say, honestly. He grumbles a little.

"1 M3AN, 1 GU3SS Y0U C4N, BUT 1 D0N'T S33 WHY Y0U'D W4NT TO. TH1S IS GR3AT 4ND 4LL BUT. WHY?? W0N'T TH4T JUST M4KE 1T W0RSE F0R Y0U 1F TH4T PL4NT D0ES G3T TH3 CH4NCE T0 D0 SOMETH1NG??"

As almost an afterthought, he adds on...

"4ND 1 W4SN'T 4L0N3. 1 H4D A G0RILL4."

wires-for-veins

> [ He , commits the name of the blade to memory. Maybe he could , ask around about it. Find out more. Make sure no one else gets stuck like this. ]

> [ His, responsibilities list is starting to weigh on him. ]

> [ He shakes his head, getting back on track and shrugging the looming weight off for now. ]

, Because, I want to help ,. ? I'm , capable of handling myself ,

> [ The missing arm and eye practically mock that statement just by being there. ]

and , either way it wouldn't matter, I'd, still come back to help .

> [ The only thing he acknowledges the last statement with is a look clouded with confusion. That's . He's not sure he has the energy to address that . ]

He grumbles a little more, then sighs.

"Y3AH, 1'M N0T GO1NG TO PR3TEND T0 UND3RST4ND WHY Y0U'RE S0 DET3RM1NED T0 H3LP, BUT... TH4NKS. 1'LL..."

He fixes his hat, moving an arm over his face as he stretches, pausing to gather his words so he doesn't look like a sap.

"1'M D3F1NIT3LY N0T G0NN4 S4Y N0 T0 S0M3THING L1KE TH4T?? Y0U'RE 4 G00D S0URC3 0F COL4, 4ND... PRETTY 0K4Y T0 T4LK T0."

Local teen attempts to show appreciation while not coming off as a sappy mess, results are mixed.

wires-for-veins

> [ Was it ... really that odd to care so much? he didn't think so, it came as a reflex . ]

well ,then !! I'll be here ! Seriously . for whatever you need. even if it's just to physically be around someone .

> [ He tucks away the blade back into his bag finally, tilting his head at the now trimmed foliage. ]

Does that, feel any better? did I trim them close enough ?

He pauses, bringing his hand up to hover near the vines while tilting his head oh so slightly.

"... Y3AH, TH4T'S 4 LOT BETT3R, TH4NKS."

He just... Stops to look at Apollo. Just... Looking. Wow, it.. Really is that determined to stick around. Huh. Well, he's not going to be the one to push it away! Even if he's almost tempted to. Even if he wholly believes star would be better off NOT playing with the risk here. He's quite a selfish guy, after all!

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Ooh. Plants.

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

He stands up, pulling out his crowbar and looking around for the source of the voice, tail flicking and leaves around his neck raised. He's on edge.

[ The parasite startles back from its position, spikes bristling. Seems it was right behind Griefer — The plants reminded it of a friend, but this familiarity is completely faded at the tone of aggression. It instinctually hisses at the face of threat, remaining eye locked onto the crowbar. Seems it feels just as alarmed as the other. ]

He practically flips away, landing a good distance away and pointing his crowbar defensively. What a large jump.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

He's scowling, very clearly unhappy about the topic.

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