A Colony In Need
Continuing the #bitty colony rp with @secret-art-bastard. Original reblog chain was getting long and unwieldy, decided to continue from a fresh text post rather than continue with the original ask as a header.
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Patrick snorted, holding his helmet in both hands and looking at the visor as if he expected it to be broken somehow. “Ha. No, I’m not like that. Soul types indicate the kind of person you are, where your strengths are and the like. Only humans have souls with colours, monsters are made of magic and hope. Or, something like that.” He turned back to Cell, pointing at his oddly coloured eye. “I’m all full of magic, so mine shows here. Blue and purple. I forget what it means, specifically. But it’s really all just indicative of how you’ll interact with others and how your personality will shape. My boss has a theory that younger humans only have one, but older ones tend to have two because of how humans develop. Something about a core and then a grown attitude. Being easily attached, wanting to help others… sounds like justice maybe? Which I think is yellow, but it’s rude to look at a humans soul. I think. My boss doesn’t like looking, anyway.” Scythe grinned widely leaning in closer. “Soft bones? Must be cuddly, buddily fuddily muddily. Special how special who? Not a fun word to play with but at least it’s not chess. Must be brown and sticky if he sticks, with his touch taste, sight smell, hearing feeling. Sticks beat but staffs walk, so are you sure he’s not just staffy?” Guard leaned in, and placed his hand on Scythes skull over his hood. The Sansy blinked twice, before noticeably focusing a bit more.
"Oh, is your boss a Monster then?"
Cell visibly perked up at the thought, curiosity roused at the indication of that magic-laced eye as well as the idea of a medical professional with experience helping non-human patients. It was one thing for Bitties to show certain talents and be able to be trained in honing them, like Halim, and another thing entirely to have access to hundreds of years of medical science and the willingness to use it for the good of all. Maybe they could talk to Patrick's boss and see about possibly getting some copies of some lesson plans or text books, Halim would be over the moon-!
"Wait, no, don't answer that, I'll get sidetracked and want to ask too many questions and we'll be too distracted to notice if Van and the others end up needed a hand."
They gave a small laugh, shaking their head as they gave Patrick a wan little smile.
"Sorry, that probably sounded really weird, huh."
If Van cared about the verging-on-too-close proximity, he gave no sign, a bit too busy observing the street and sidewalk and waiting for a good opening for them to be able to hop down and bolt for safety. He could see Cell was at the driver's side door of the car, so the doors were probably all unlocked, they'd have their pick of entrance points...
"Hmm? Oh, Sunny's Special Because He Wasn't Manufactured To Spec And No One Noticed Due To The Narcolepsy. His First Owner Found Out The Hard Way And There Weren't Really Any Resources At The Time, So They Dumped Him When They Realized He Wasn't Like How They Wanted."
A slight shift in weight, the Papy hybrid squinting downwards to double check and make sure there weren't any strangers hovering around.
"I Was Already Stray At The Time, And He Needed Help... He's Really Come Into His Own Since We Haven't Had To Scramble So Much To Survive. It's Safe For Him To Sleep Again."
