Let Me Go Home...

Okay, uh, finally got the on-board data tether working, uh. You can just call me 'Mando for now. Locked outta my usual tumblr account, passwords are all back home, so I made a second one. The only survivor of the UES Contact Light crash... I think Tired =~= ----------------- RP Blog for my commando-sona from It's Raining Somewhere Else!

[angelofpetrichor]

OOC Intro Post

Hello, Gordon!

Yeah, this is another spontaneous rp blog. Again. We had the thought and the urge and so I made my little during source commando-sona an rp blog :3

Most if not all the posts here will be written from the perspective of Monsoon(Meeeee :3), the headspace version of this commando, back during the bullshit that was my source.

First off, some ground rules!

No Explicit NSFW please!

No bigotry or dickishness. This one should be obvious enough.

This falls under the previous rule, but no syscourse! Origins are a footnote and whatever said origins are for each person in this system is between the body's fuckass brain and whatever the hell it's connected to

Any and all interactions with basically any other risk of rain rp blog WILL IN SOME WAY BE MULTIVERSAL, simply because the timeline of my story is so different from canon. If your Providence is dead and/or your survivors are from the Contact Light, it's basically guaranteed this fella comes from a completely different world.

And now, some things to note about the blog!

The blog will contain spoilers for the fic I'm writing, as well as the risk of rain franchise. But we probably already knew that tbh.

Like me, Mando uses they/them

While posted chapters will be spoiled on here, unwritten and unpublished chapters won't be— at least, as much as possible.

Commando isn't alone... ask and you might just find one of their buddies hanging around ;3

[angelofpetrichor]

Mithrix yote me into a tree and I am still asking why

sir do you know what careful means—

[angelofpetrichor]

EVERY ANGEL I'VE MET CALLED ME NAMES, TRIED TO KILL ME, AND I HAD TO KILL THEM OR BEAT THEM UP

Good for you. This guy seems pretty chill though so I'm gonna form my own opinion

[angelofpetrichor]

DON'T TALK TO POWERS THEY'RE ASSHOLES

I mean. this guy seems chill enough? Like c'mon they're just a creechur

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[There is a human. Tumbling down a hill. What are you Doing mando] "FUCK- SHIT- DAMMIT--" - @angelofpetrichor

I do not believe that is the intended function of the human body. What are you doing in my garden?

[angelofpetrichor]

"Uh- What- Who?!"

[They throw themself up onto their legs, looking around wildly. They... seem to be a Commando... but where is their helmet? Long, curly, dirty blonde hair... this doesn't look like an actual soldier. More like a lost teen.] "Whomst????"

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[Child detected]

[Politeness mode activated]

[Politeness mode override failure]

[Politeness mode override failure]

Please stop frolicking in my daffodils.

[angelofpetrichor]

[They panic, and whirl around as they scramble out of the plants. And...]

[... Did that robot just say something???]

"... You can TALK?!"

[They stare at it in confusion for several minutes, careful not to step on any more plants. Sorry plants—]

"... Why the actual hell am I shocked by this— you're a robot! Of course you'd be able to communicate somehow..."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It scurries closer to you gently prodding at your stomach with a sharp limb]

Of course I can speak I have a voice box and communication node, when was the last time you consumed nutrition? I was not aware the contact light had any children on board…

[angelofpetrichor]

[The instant it starts approaching, they scramble backwards and reach for one side of them, hand now resting on... a gun. They're shaking, but--] "Don't come closer, no, not until I know you're not another fucking murder-machine like those damn mining droids." [... despite the evident fear, they're willing to hold fire.] "... What are you talking about? It didn't. Or at least... god, I hope not. There were young adults, but no kids-- kinda a rule the UES has. No minors allowed on cargo transport flights." [Their breathing is harsh, and they're slightly scuffed up-- like they've gotten into a scrap-- but that could have also been from their fall.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[it scurries backwards in something that can only be described as it being startled, in response to the stranger’s sudden agression the machine arms its Long-Range Ejecter]

Last I checked I was far more sensible than any human let alone those probes, it seems I am more sensible than you at any rate, crawling into my garden and threatening your host.

[its mechanical eye makes a whirring noise as it exams the strangers body closer]

If no children are on the planet what am I supposed to believe you are?

[angelofpetrichor]

"You and Mith would get along great, I can already tell..."

[They mutter it under their breath, shaking as they glance around briefly for an exit.]

"... Sorry about ending up in the garden. Didn't mean to— and I'll gladly leave ya be. But I need to know you won't immediately stab me in the back when I try. As for what I am... young adult. Feral asshat. Creature. Questionably human, whatever. But what I do know, is that I'm the only fuck who got off that ship alive."

[They, with a decent amount of hesitation, carefully bring their hand away from the holster, and raise their hands to try and show that they're not going to hurt this... thing.]

"My only real question is, are you gonna let me walk out of here, or is this going to go sideways in about... I'd guess ten seconds, for everything in a twelve mile radius? Because my buddy's gonna lose his shit if he finds me in danger."

[... There is a very faint cacaphony in the distance.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[its single eye’s optic lens narrows in an unreadable expression that might be indicative of it taking insult? Or perhaps its doubting your words]

If you speak of the presence on the moon I do not cohort for false gods. As for the guarantee of your safety: I cannot risk my directive by allowing a fire fight in my garden.

[it lowers it’s arm with the Long-Range Injector and scuttles slightly backwards]

Go on; leave, before your friend finds their way here. Many living creatures are highly volatile if they think a child is at risk.

[angelofpetrichor]

"... What is it with everyone including Mithrix insisting he's a god...? He's just some dude?" [They ease up a bit more, blinking, before shaking their confusion off and briefly kneeling down to try and right the few daffodils they'd disturbed.] "Sorry little guys... didn't mean to fall on ya."

[They sigh softly, before looking around for an exit.]

"Okay, uhh... the door's which way aga-"

"HUMAN."

[And with a sudden THUD-- there he is. The king of nothing himself. Who the human... immediately frets at.]

"Mith- Mith, I'm okay, they're not a threat, just please don't squash any plants-"

"... Plants?"

[The cyclops stares down at them silently, before looking to the daffodil patch he just missed landing on. And then he looks to the robot stood there nearby.]

"..."

[Immediately, his gaze turns on the commando in exasperation.]

"Human."

"I swear I didn't mean to fall into someone's garden."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It’s optic lens widen in shock as it scurries back creating distance between itself and the false gods large form]

YOU.

[It readies its Long-Range Injector and lines it up with the cyclops eye]

Leave the premises immediately. I have sent out a distress signal to all trusted parties and i have trained my garden to fight back against interlopers. If you attempt to corrupt anymore of the lifeforms in my care with your egotistical drivel or lunar corruption I will not hesitate to fire.

[its metallic shell clicks and pops in multiple ways as it readies it processes for battle should the situation escalate. Similarly the plant upon his back seems to be shaking as its vibes readjust into new positions. The trained eye could see that even the roots of many of the plants in the garden are shifting and repositioning]

[angelofpetrichor]

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH--"

[They immediately put themself between the weapon, and Mithrix, arms thrown out as they do. And of course, Mithrix immediately freaks and tries to put the human behind himself.]

"HUMAN-!"

"Don't shoot him! For god's sake, why is everything on this planet either violent or insane-- Mith, stay behind me."

"YOU ARE A MORTAL PEST. YOU STAY BEHIND ME. I WOULDN'T BE HARMED BY A MERE PROJECTILE SO EASILY!"

"Not if it shoots you in the eye, and you only HAVE one eye-- stay behind me."

[They bristle, but don't reach for a weapon.]

"Look, I don't know what the hell you're on about, buddy. Mith has been stuck on a fucking rock for basically a thousand or more years, up until a month ago. He literally couldn't do any kind of corrupting from so damn far away."

[... The god scoffs, and stands at full height, much to the commando's concern.]

"I could, in theory, but I find it to be a waste of resources, and an unreliable method. I prefer to crossbreed plants to create ones that are automatically under my rule-- I have no reason to waste my time with simple flo-HGMPH?!"

[And they immediately use... a lasso of some kind, and yank Mithrix back down to the ground behind them.]

"Mith please shut up you are going to make yourself a target--"

[They look back to the robot, still firmly trying to body block any possible attacks.]

"Look, I've been with him for a good while now-- if he was trying to pull something like that, I'm pretty damn sure I'd notice. He's a good guy, he's just had to deal with a lotta shit."

[... They're still not reaching for a weapon. Perhaps they're trying to make sure it knows they mean no harm...?]

"But he's my friend. And I'm not gonna let you shoot him, no matter what kinda history you two have."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.

[The robot does not react in anyway to the preceding in front of him except for his eye and his weapon steadily following all of the Cyclops’s movements]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Mith, you go on ahead-- I'll catch up."

"And leave you for dead? Human, your species is fueled by stupidity."

"Well right now, they want you specifically dead. You go, I'll be okay. I'm right behind ya-"

"Your feeble form will not block an attack from a mechanical construct. All you will do is perish."

"I'm banking on it being too concerned with not fucking up the garden to risk blowing a hole in me, now come on, I ain't risking you...!"

"And why should I risk my only way off this damnable world?"

"Mith for fuck's sake, I'll be fine, now go, I'm right behind you."

[... Neither party budges, aside from the commando(?) trying to nudge Mithrix towards wherever an exit is, and Mithrix refusing to budge. They don't even know where the fuck the exit door is.]

[Why are they both stupid???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robot does not move. Although it appears to be getting impatient]

[angelofpetrichor]

[... They are standing there. While being threatened. Bickering like children. The human continues fluffing up at the literal king of nothing, as Mithrix pointedly, but non-violently, refuses to move first.]

[... Eventually, through some absolutely absurd roomba of thought, the human pauses to make sure the daffodils they landed in are still okay.]

[While bickering with a fucking cyclops deity. What the actual fuck.]

"-ey know YOU somehow and see YOU as a threat, so go! Seriously do you have ANY self preservation in there???"

"I would ask you the same thing, as you are very clearly an easy targ- WHY ARE YOU MEDDLING WITH THE FLOWERS???"

[Mithrix attempts to scoop up the human, who immediately writhes out of his hands like an eel.]

"YOU ARE AT RISK OF BEING SHOT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE OPEN AIR!"

"If they care about the garden, they WON'T shoot me when I am in the MIDDLE of trying to fix a daffodil with a broken stem, now go, I'll be right there!"

"Do you take me for a FOOL?!"

"No, I take you for an egotistical idiot who cares way more than he wants to say-- I will be fine! I'm a hell of a lot more worried about YOU!"

[... Despite the arguing, the human is very gentle in trying to right the flowers. Begrudgingly, Mithrix forms from the mass in the air... a few twigs. And he seems to be trying to aid them despite, again, fighting with each other like dumbass kids.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING. THAT IS NOW HOW FLOWERS WORK????

[angelofpetrichor]

"Well I fucked 'em up, the least I can do is try to unfuck them!"

"Human, this is ridiculous. The stems are broken, they will not last."

"I still have to try!! They didn't ask to get squashed!"

"These primitive splints are pointless, will you at least see reason for once?"

"Reason is for the weak, I eat poptarts in front of God's corpse!"

[... How have either of them survived this long???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

STOP YOUR MEDDLING BEFORE YOU DAMAGE THE REST!!!

[The robot for the first time shows symptoms of what appears to be some mechanical version of stress]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Oh for stars' sake..."

[Mithrix rolls his eye, and then kneels down before gently tossing the human aside.]

"HEY-!"

"Move. If you are so insistent this plant is mended, then let me..."

[... He creates from the air around him, some form of waxy, flexible substance, and very gently wraps the broken stem with it. It's like he's... done this before.]

"I swear, you humans have a belief that tape and sticks will mend everything. Now,"

[He pauses, before tilting the plant's leaves up a bit. A few small, twisting lunar vines creep up like some form of glass supports, and carefully hold the flower up.]

"- the seal and wrapping should aid in repairs and healing, and it is flexible. It will allow growth. And this stem, while strong enough to support the flower itself, may not be powerful enough to hold it while it heals-- therefore, you must have adequate support for it, lest it break again."

[The cyclops gives a huff, looking over the rest of the daffodils carefully.]

"The rest are undamaged. Slightly bent, but they are not in a shape they cannot heal from on their own."

"... You know stuff about plants?"

"Human, I bred my lunar buds through centuries of boredom and fury. One learns how to deal with plant wounds when having to raise plants."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The Cyclops creating strange growths in the garden pushes the robot over the edge]

[A dart from the Robots long range ejector wizzes by the cyclops’s head. A warning shot]

LEAVE. IMMEDIATELY.

[Once again the garden seems to react to the urgency of the situation. The robot will not be fighting alone]

[angelofpetrichor]

[The cyclops almost immediately bristles, almost irritated as he stands at full height. But before he can even begin to retort... the human panics, grabs a nearby water bottle, and splashes the robot with it— possibly in hopes of shorting it out.]

"FUCKING RUN!!!"

[And as fast as they fucking can, the human grabs Mithrix's hammer by the end of the handle, and yanks with all their might as they bolt down the path.]

[Thankfully, in the sudden panic, he follows the human in search of an exit.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robot is unsure of what the water was supposed to achieve but regardless trills in satisfaction that the intruders finally left]

[angelofpetrichor]

[Several moments pass, as the duo run around. Or rather... Mithrix pauses in the center of the garden, and the human bolts around in a panic. At some point, they can be heard shouting "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE EXIT?!?!?!?!??"]

[And then... Mithrix comes walking back towards the robot, warhammer in one hand, and the human... practically attached to his face. Like they're trying to protect him, curled around the opening of his helmet and keeping a weary eye on Rex.]

"Despite your ungrateful and unpleasant existence... I come to you again because a distressed human is almost as dangerous as a curious one."

[He sighs, stood tall and intimidating. ... Or, he would look intimidating, if not for the human on his face.]

"Since you wish for us to leave so badly, would you make yourself mildly useful to anything with cognitive thought and tell us where the exit is?"

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robots shutter blinks in disbelief]

Its a garden just pick a direction and walk?

[angelofpetrichor]

"Perhaps such a simple solution would be helpful."

[Mithrix gestures vaguely with his free hand.]

"If only it were not for, say, the fact that this garden seems to only lead in circles. The human has already spent six minutes running through paths trying to leave. And they always ended up passing me every few moments."

[The human in question curls tighter around the opening of the helmet, obscuring Mith's vision for a moment.]

[They hiss like a cat. Dumbass overprotective human is an overprotective dumbass.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[the robot rattles with frustration]

Does he not have standard issue compass in his suit? And are you not yourself a craftsman?

[it scratches into the ground revealing a piece of magnetic debris and kicks it towards the cyclops]

Make a compass. Leave.

[angelofpetrichor]

"They do not, no. In part because it is not their suit, and in part because the suit has sustained damage. And if I had the ability to do so, do you not believe I would?"

[Truthfully, if Mithrix could do so, he'd probably raze the entire garden to the ground. Or simply launch himself back out the way he came in.]

[But these damned plants are hostile enough. They seem to have grown over and around the garden, as if encasing it from any other potential invaders.]

[Which would be perfectly fine, if it wasn't also keeping Mithrix and his very distressed and arguably feral human inside, with the rough equivalent of a sarcastic cabbage with legs and a grudge against him. He'd never even seen the thing before, or its creations.]

"Perhaps what would be of more help would be if you could tell these plants to get out of the way? We would be out of your domain much more quickly-- and I would not need to potentially invoke your pitiful wrath by trying to gather enough proper material from the ground and plants to create such a compass, and then spend hours wandering a maze with only said compass as a guide?"

[... Behind his back, he has a design shard summoned and ready. Just in case it tries to stab him in the back instead of releasing him.]

[gabriels-powers]

Sariel lie curled up on the ground, in a nest of pillows and blankets. He doesn't stir as you approach. His side rose and fell quickly, and as you got closer you discovered his face scrunched up in fear, despite his eyes being closed. He chirps quietly.

...you have happened upon a sleeping angel. And he seems to be having a nightmare.

[angelofpetrichor]

[... They were expecting many things, running through random portals in the world.]

[This was not one of them. The human very gently approaches, observing this... thing. It looks like a bird, but also... a soldier? If this is some kind of evangelical angel, they didn't know whether to be surprised or not.]

[... They crouch down beside it, looking over it curiously.]

"... Hello...? Are you okay...?"

[gabriels-powers]

He awakens with a start, his wing fluffs and he trills in surprise. Once he gains his bearings, he seems to calm down a tad. He still seems shaken from his dream.

O-oh. Hello. Where...did you come from?

[angelofpetrichor]

[They flinched back, making a small whining noise as they did, before... blinking.]

[... That's an angel. Okay, uhh...]

"Sorry- didn't mean to, uhh... to scare you. You looked like you were hurting, and... I was worried."

[gabriels-powers]

The Power noticed their anxiety, and folded his head wings to make himself appear smaller. He hoped it made him less threatening to them. He was aware of the shock seeing an angel could be to anyone other than the divine.

It's alright, I-I'm alright. Just...just a bad dream. Are...you alright?

[angelofpetrichor]

"U-uh, yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just... like I said, you looked kinda... like you were in pain. Are you okay?"

[They... also scrunch up a bit. Perhaps also trying to look smaller?]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[There is a human. Tumbling down a hill. What are you Doing mando] "FUCK- SHIT- DAMMIT--" - @angelofpetrichor

I do not believe that is the intended function of the human body. What are you doing in my garden?

[angelofpetrichor]

"Uh- What- Who?!"

[They throw themself up onto their legs, looking around wildly. They... seem to be a Commando... but where is their helmet? Long, curly, dirty blonde hair... this doesn't look like an actual soldier. More like a lost teen.] "Whomst????"

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[Child detected]

[Politeness mode activated]

[Politeness mode override failure]

[Politeness mode override failure]

Please stop frolicking in my daffodils.

[angelofpetrichor]

[They panic, and whirl around as they scramble out of the plants. And...]

[... Did that robot just say something???]

"... You can TALK?!"

[They stare at it in confusion for several minutes, careful not to step on any more plants. Sorry plants—]

"... Why the actual hell am I shocked by this— you're a robot! Of course you'd be able to communicate somehow..."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It scurries closer to you gently prodding at your stomach with a sharp limb]

Of course I can speak I have a voice box and communication node, when was the last time you consumed nutrition? I was not aware the contact light had any children on board…

[angelofpetrichor]

[The instant it starts approaching, they scramble backwards and reach for one side of them, hand now resting on... a gun. They're shaking, but--] "Don't come closer, no, not until I know you're not another fucking murder-machine like those damn mining droids." [... despite the evident fear, they're willing to hold fire.] "... What are you talking about? It didn't. Or at least... god, I hope not. There were young adults, but no kids-- kinda a rule the UES has. No minors allowed on cargo transport flights." [Their breathing is harsh, and they're slightly scuffed up-- like they've gotten into a scrap-- but that could have also been from their fall.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[it scurries backwards in something that can only be described as it being startled, in response to the stranger’s sudden agression the machine arms its Long-Range Ejecter]

Last I checked I was far more sensible than any human let alone those probes, it seems I am more sensible than you at any rate, crawling into my garden and threatening your host.

[its mechanical eye makes a whirring noise as it exams the strangers body closer]

If no children are on the planet what am I supposed to believe you are?

[angelofpetrichor]

"You and Mith would get along great, I can already tell..."

[They mutter it under their breath, shaking as they glance around briefly for an exit.]

"... Sorry about ending up in the garden. Didn't mean to— and I'll gladly leave ya be. But I need to know you won't immediately stab me in the back when I try. As for what I am... young adult. Feral asshat. Creature. Questionably human, whatever. But what I do know, is that I'm the only fuck who got off that ship alive."

[They, with a decent amount of hesitation, carefully bring their hand away from the holster, and raise their hands to try and show that they're not going to hurt this... thing.]

"My only real question is, are you gonna let me walk out of here, or is this going to go sideways in about... I'd guess ten seconds, for everything in a twelve mile radius? Because my buddy's gonna lose his shit if he finds me in danger."

[... There is a very faint cacaphony in the distance.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[its single eye’s optic lens narrows in an unreadable expression that might be indicative of it taking insult? Or perhaps its doubting your words]

If you speak of the presence on the moon I do not cohort for false gods. As for the guarantee of your safety: I cannot risk my directive by allowing a fire fight in my garden.

[it lowers it’s arm with the Long-Range Injector and scuttles slightly backwards]

Go on; leave, before your friend finds their way here. Many living creatures are highly volatile if they think a child is at risk.

[angelofpetrichor]

"... What is it with everyone including Mithrix insisting he's a god...? He's just some dude?" [They ease up a bit more, blinking, before shaking their confusion off and briefly kneeling down to try and right the few daffodils they'd disturbed.] "Sorry little guys... didn't mean to fall on ya."

[They sigh softly, before looking around for an exit.]

"Okay, uhh... the door's which way aga-"

"HUMAN."

[And with a sudden THUD-- there he is. The king of nothing himself. Who the human... immediately frets at.]

"Mith- Mith, I'm okay, they're not a threat, just please don't squash any plants-"

"... Plants?"

[The cyclops stares down at them silently, before looking to the daffodil patch he just missed landing on. And then he looks to the robot stood there nearby.]

"..."

[Immediately, his gaze turns on the commando in exasperation.]

"Human."

"I swear I didn't mean to fall into someone's garden."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It’s optic lens widen in shock as it scurries back creating distance between itself and the false gods large form]

YOU.

[It readies its Long-Range Injector and lines it up with the cyclops eye]

Leave the premises immediately. I have sent out a distress signal to all trusted parties and i have trained my garden to fight back against interlopers. If you attempt to corrupt anymore of the lifeforms in my care with your egotistical drivel or lunar corruption I will not hesitate to fire.

[its metallic shell clicks and pops in multiple ways as it readies it processes for battle should the situation escalate. Similarly the plant upon his back seems to be shaking as its vibes readjust into new positions. The trained eye could see that even the roots of many of the plants in the garden are shifting and repositioning]

[angelofpetrichor]

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH--"

[They immediately put themself between the weapon, and Mithrix, arms thrown out as they do. And of course, Mithrix immediately freaks and tries to put the human behind himself.]

"HUMAN-!"

"Don't shoot him! For god's sake, why is everything on this planet either violent or insane-- Mith, stay behind me."

"YOU ARE A MORTAL PEST. YOU STAY BEHIND ME. I WOULDN'T BE HARMED BY A MERE PROJECTILE SO EASILY!"

"Not if it shoots you in the eye, and you only HAVE one eye-- stay behind me."

[They bristle, but don't reach for a weapon.]

"Look, I don't know what the hell you're on about, buddy. Mith has been stuck on a fucking rock for basically a thousand or more years, up until a month ago. He literally couldn't do any kind of corrupting from so damn far away."

[... The god scoffs, and stands at full height, much to the commando's concern.]

"I could, in theory, but I find it to be a waste of resources, and an unreliable method. I prefer to crossbreed plants to create ones that are automatically under my rule-- I have no reason to waste my time with simple flo-HGMPH?!"

[And they immediately use... a lasso of some kind, and yank Mithrix back down to the ground behind them.]

"Mith please shut up you are going to make yourself a target--"

[They look back to the robot, still firmly trying to body block any possible attacks.]

"Look, I've been with him for a good while now-- if he was trying to pull something like that, I'm pretty damn sure I'd notice. He's a good guy, he's just had to deal with a lotta shit."

[... They're still not reaching for a weapon. Perhaps they're trying to make sure it knows they mean no harm...?]

"But he's my friend. And I'm not gonna let you shoot him, no matter what kinda history you two have."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.

[The robot does not react in anyway to the preceding in front of him except for his eye and his weapon steadily following all of the Cyclops’s movements]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Mith, you go on ahead-- I'll catch up."

"And leave you for dead? Human, your species is fueled by stupidity."

"Well right now, they want you specifically dead. You go, I'll be okay. I'm right behind ya-"

"Your feeble form will not block an attack from a mechanical construct. All you will do is perish."

"I'm banking on it being too concerned with not fucking up the garden to risk blowing a hole in me, now come on, I ain't risking you...!"

"And why should I risk my only way off this damnable world?"

"Mith for fuck's sake, I'll be fine, now go, I'm right behind you."

[... Neither party budges, aside from the commando(?) trying to nudge Mithrix towards wherever an exit is, and Mithrix refusing to budge. They don't even know where the fuck the exit door is.]

[Why are they both stupid???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robot does not move. Although it appears to be getting impatient]

[angelofpetrichor]

[... They are standing there. While being threatened. Bickering like children. The human continues fluffing up at the literal king of nothing, as Mithrix pointedly, but non-violently, refuses to move first.]

[... Eventually, through some absolutely absurd roomba of thought, the human pauses to make sure the daffodils they landed in are still okay.]

[While bickering with a fucking cyclops deity. What the actual fuck.]

"-ey know YOU somehow and see YOU as a threat, so go! Seriously do you have ANY self preservation in there???"

"I would ask you the same thing, as you are very clearly an easy targ- WHY ARE YOU MEDDLING WITH THE FLOWERS???"

[Mithrix attempts to scoop up the human, who immediately writhes out of his hands like an eel.]

"YOU ARE AT RISK OF BEING SHOT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE OPEN AIR!"

"If they care about the garden, they WON'T shoot me when I am in the MIDDLE of trying to fix a daffodil with a broken stem, now go, I'll be right there!"

"Do you take me for a FOOL?!"

"No, I take you for an egotistical idiot who cares way more than he wants to say-- I will be fine! I'm a hell of a lot more worried about YOU!"

[... Despite the arguing, the human is very gentle in trying to right the flowers. Begrudgingly, Mithrix forms from the mass in the air... a few twigs. And he seems to be trying to aid them despite, again, fighting with each other like dumbass kids.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING. THAT IS NOW HOW FLOWERS WORK????

[angelofpetrichor]

"Well I fucked 'em up, the least I can do is try to unfuck them!"

"Human, this is ridiculous. The stems are broken, they will not last."

"I still have to try!! They didn't ask to get squashed!"

"These primitive splints are pointless, will you at least see reason for once?"

"Reason is for the weak, I eat poptarts in front of God's corpse!"

[... How have either of them survived this long???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

STOP YOUR MEDDLING BEFORE YOU DAMAGE THE REST!!!

[The robot for the first time shows symptoms of what appears to be some mechanical version of stress]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Oh for stars' sake..."

[Mithrix rolls his eye, and then kneels down before gently tossing the human aside.]

"HEY-!"

"Move. If you are so insistent this plant is mended, then let me..."

[... He creates from the air around him, some form of waxy, flexible substance, and very gently wraps the broken stem with it. It's like he's... done this before.]

"I swear, you humans have a belief that tape and sticks will mend everything. Now,"

[He pauses, before tilting the plant's leaves up a bit. A few small, twisting lunar vines creep up like some form of glass supports, and carefully hold the flower up.]

"- the seal and wrapping should aid in repairs and healing, and it is flexible. It will allow growth. And this stem, while strong enough to support the flower itself, may not be powerful enough to hold it while it heals-- therefore, you must have adequate support for it, lest it break again."

[The cyclops gives a huff, looking over the rest of the daffodils carefully.]

"The rest are undamaged. Slightly bent, but they are not in a shape they cannot heal from on their own."

"... You know stuff about plants?"

"Human, I bred my lunar buds through centuries of boredom and fury. One learns how to deal with plant wounds when having to raise plants."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The Cyclops creating strange growths in the garden pushes the robot over the edge]

[A dart from the Robots long range ejector wizzes by the cyclops’s head. A warning shot]

LEAVE. IMMEDIATELY.

[Once again the garden seems to react to the urgency of the situation. The robot will not be fighting alone]

[angelofpetrichor]

[The cyclops almost immediately bristles, almost irritated as he stands at full height. But before he can even begin to retort... the human panics, grabs a nearby water bottle, and splashes the robot with it— possibly in hopes of shorting it out.]

"FUCKING RUN!!!"

[And as fast as they fucking can, the human grabs Mithrix's hammer by the end of the handle, and yanks with all their might as they bolt down the path.]

[Thankfully, in the sudden panic, he follows the human in search of an exit.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robot is unsure of what the water was supposed to achieve but regardless trills in satisfaction that the intruders finally left]

[angelofpetrichor]

[Several moments pass, as the duo run around. Or rather... Mithrix pauses in the center of the garden, and the human bolts around in a panic. At some point, they can be heard shouting "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE EXIT?!?!?!?!??"]

[And then... Mithrix comes walking back towards the robot, warhammer in one hand, and the human... practically attached to his face. Like they're trying to protect him, curled around the opening of his helmet and keeping a weary eye on Rex.]

"Despite your ungrateful and unpleasant existence... I come to you again because a distressed human is almost as dangerous as a curious one."

[He sighs, stood tall and intimidating. ... Or, he would look intimidating, if not for the human on his face.]

"Since you wish for us to leave so badly, would you make yourself mildly useful to anything with cognitive thought and tell us where the exit is?"

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robots shutter blinks in disbelief]

Its a garden just pick a direction and walk?

[angelofpetrichor]

"Perhaps such a simple solution would be helpful."

[Mithrix gestures vaguely with his free hand.]

"If only it were not for, say, the fact that this garden seems to only lead in circles. The human has already spent six minutes running through paths trying to leave. And they always ended up passing me every few moments."

[The human in question curls tighter around the opening of the helmet, obscuring Mith's vision for a moment.]

[They hiss like a cat. Dumbass overprotective human is an overprotective dumbass.]

[gabriels-powers]

Sariel lie curled up on the ground, in a nest of pillows and blankets. He doesn't stir as you approach. His side rose and fell quickly, and as you got closer you discovered his face scrunched up in fear, despite his eyes being closed. He chirps quietly.

...you have happened upon a sleeping angel. And he seems to be having a nightmare.

[angelofpetrichor]

[... They were expecting many things, running through random portals in the world.]

[This was not one of them. The human very gently approaches, observing this... thing. It looks like a bird, but also... a soldier? If this is some kind of evangelical angel, they didn't know whether to be surprised or not.]

[... They crouch down beside it, looking over it curiously.]

"... Hello...? Are you okay...?"

[gabriels-powers]

He awakens with a start, his wing fluffs and he trills in surprise. Once he gains his bearings, he seems to calm down a tad. He still seems shaken from his dream.

O-oh. Hello. Where...did you come from?

[angelofpetrichor]

[They flinched back, making a small whining noise as they did, before... blinking.]

[... That's an angel. Okay, uhh...]

"Sorry- didn't mean to, uhh... to scare you. You looked like you were hurting, and... I was worried."

[gabriels-powers]

Sariel lie curled up on the ground, in a nest of pillows and blankets. He doesn't stir as you approach. His side rose and fell quickly, and as you got closer you discovered his face scrunched up in fear, despite his eyes being closed. He chirps quietly.

...you have happened upon a sleeping angel. And he seems to be having a nightmare.

[angelofpetrichor]

[... They were expecting many things, running through random portals in the world.]

[This was not one of them. The human very gently approaches, observing this... thing. It looks like a bird, but also... a soldier? If this is some kind of evangelical angel, they didn't know whether to be surprised or not.]

[... They crouch down beside it, looking over it curiously.]

"... Hello...? Are you okay...?"

[angelofpetrichor]

I th??nk I may be a bit o?utsi???de the max?m??um range of the bio??sca?nner, it's dark and fo?ggy here, an en??dless 「V??oid』 wa?t??ng to 『CONSUME】.

【『?Goo??db???ye」』

"... Oh. Oh god."

[They run the bioscanner at maximum range anyway, and immediately bolt for Mithrix. They have to figure out where this person is.]

[They can't let another one die.]

[angelofpetrichor]

I thought I had survived, but I'm not so sure that time is actually passing here, or if I still exist in any meaningful way. Maybe stay away from the purple anomalies, just in case.

I mean. you're able to send asks on tumblr, so you do exist I'm pretty sure

.. wait you were on the Contact Light? What department, do you remember? I can try rerunning the bioscanner and see if I can pick you up and get you some supplies at the very least

[angelofpetrichor]

It sounds like you didn't reach any rally/rendezvous points? You might want to check those for survivors, just in case.

Mith and I haven't found any yet. But, well, we're keeping our eyes out. Hopefully there was at least SOMEONE who got tf outta that hellhole

[angelofpetrichor]

The Hero was too busy defending the Contact Light to kill all of those survivors.

Anyways, totally unrelated, is anyone left keeping the interdimensional horrors at bay?

Defending my ass, he killed my friends :/

Also,

[angelofpetrichor]

A large number of personnel escaped the Contact Light. It wasn't the crash that killed them.

thank you captain obvious, I had no idea the fifteen foot tall shadow cyclops with a massive fuck-off sword who murdered my best friend in front of me and then I had to avoid for a WEEK before almost killing the guy, was in fact, the actual culprit of so much death, and Not The Crash. Really I didn't know[sarcasm out the ass]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[There is a human. Tumbling down a hill. What are you Doing mando] "FUCK- SHIT- DAMMIT--" - @angelofpetrichor

I do not believe that is the intended function of the human body. What are you doing in my garden?

[angelofpetrichor]

"Uh- What- Who?!"

[They throw themself up onto their legs, looking around wildly. They... seem to be a Commando... but where is their helmet? Long, curly, dirty blonde hair... this doesn't look like an actual soldier. More like a lost teen.] "Whomst????"

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[Child detected]

[Politeness mode activated]

[Politeness mode override failure]

[Politeness mode override failure]

Please stop frolicking in my daffodils.

[angelofpetrichor]

[They panic, and whirl around as they scramble out of the plants. And...]

[... Did that robot just say something???]

"... You can TALK?!"

[They stare at it in confusion for several minutes, careful not to step on any more plants. Sorry plants—]

"... Why the actual hell am I shocked by this— you're a robot! Of course you'd be able to communicate somehow..."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It scurries closer to you gently prodding at your stomach with a sharp limb]

Of course I can speak I have a voice box and communication node, when was the last time you consumed nutrition? I was not aware the contact light had any children on board…

[angelofpetrichor]

[The instant it starts approaching, they scramble backwards and reach for one side of them, hand now resting on... a gun. They're shaking, but--] "Don't come closer, no, not until I know you're not another fucking murder-machine like those damn mining droids." [... despite the evident fear, they're willing to hold fire.] "... What are you talking about? It didn't. Or at least... god, I hope not. There were young adults, but no kids-- kinda a rule the UES has. No minors allowed on cargo transport flights." [Their breathing is harsh, and they're slightly scuffed up-- like they've gotten into a scrap-- but that could have also been from their fall.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[it scurries backwards in something that can only be described as it being startled, in response to the stranger’s sudden agression the machine arms its Long-Range Ejecter]

Last I checked I was far more sensible than any human let alone those probes, it seems I am more sensible than you at any rate, crawling into my garden and threatening your host.

[its mechanical eye makes a whirring noise as it exams the strangers body closer]

If no children are on the planet what am I supposed to believe you are?

[angelofpetrichor]

"You and Mith would get along great, I can already tell..."

[They mutter it under their breath, shaking as they glance around briefly for an exit.]

"... Sorry about ending up in the garden. Didn't mean to— and I'll gladly leave ya be. But I need to know you won't immediately stab me in the back when I try. As for what I am... young adult. Feral asshat. Creature. Questionably human, whatever. But what I do know, is that I'm the only fuck who got off that ship alive."

[They, with a decent amount of hesitation, carefully bring their hand away from the holster, and raise their hands to try and show that they're not going to hurt this... thing.]

"My only real question is, are you gonna let me walk out of here, or is this going to go sideways in about... I'd guess ten seconds, for everything in a twelve mile radius? Because my buddy's gonna lose his shit if he finds me in danger."

[... There is a very faint cacaphony in the distance.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[its single eye’s optic lens narrows in an unreadable expression that might be indicative of it taking insult? Or perhaps its doubting your words]

If you speak of the presence on the moon I do not cohort for false gods. As for the guarantee of your safety: I cannot risk my directive by allowing a fire fight in my garden.

[it lowers it’s arm with the Long-Range Injector and scuttles slightly backwards]

Go on; leave, before your friend finds their way here. Many living creatures are highly volatile if they think a child is at risk.

[angelofpetrichor]

"... What is it with everyone including Mithrix insisting he's a god...? He's just some dude?" [They ease up a bit more, blinking, before shaking their confusion off and briefly kneeling down to try and right the few daffodils they'd disturbed.] "Sorry little guys... didn't mean to fall on ya."

[They sigh softly, before looking around for an exit.]

"Okay, uhh... the door's which way aga-"

"HUMAN."

[And with a sudden THUD-- there he is. The king of nothing himself. Who the human... immediately frets at.]

"Mith- Mith, I'm okay, they're not a threat, just please don't squash any plants-"

"... Plants?"

[The cyclops stares down at them silently, before looking to the daffodil patch he just missed landing on. And then he looks to the robot stood there nearby.]

"..."

[Immediately, his gaze turns on the commando in exasperation.]

"Human."

"I swear I didn't mean to fall into someone's garden."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It’s optic lens widen in shock as it scurries back creating distance between itself and the false gods large form]

YOU.

[It readies its Long-Range Injector and lines it up with the cyclops eye]

Leave the premises immediately. I have sent out a distress signal to all trusted parties and i have trained my garden to fight back against interlopers. If you attempt to corrupt anymore of the lifeforms in my care with your egotistical drivel or lunar corruption I will not hesitate to fire.

[its metallic shell clicks and pops in multiple ways as it readies it processes for battle should the situation escalate. Similarly the plant upon his back seems to be shaking as its vibes readjust into new positions. The trained eye could see that even the roots of many of the plants in the garden are shifting and repositioning]

[angelofpetrichor]

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH--"

[They immediately put themself between the weapon, and Mithrix, arms thrown out as they do. And of course, Mithrix immediately freaks and tries to put the human behind himself.]

"HUMAN-!"

"Don't shoot him! For god's sake, why is everything on this planet either violent or insane-- Mith, stay behind me."

"YOU ARE A MORTAL PEST. YOU STAY BEHIND ME. I WOULDN'T BE HARMED BY A MERE PROJECTILE SO EASILY!"

"Not if it shoots you in the eye, and you only HAVE one eye-- stay behind me."

[They bristle, but don't reach for a weapon.]

"Look, I don't know what the hell you're on about, buddy. Mith has been stuck on a fucking rock for basically a thousand or more years, up until a month ago. He literally couldn't do any kind of corrupting from so damn far away."

[... The god scoffs, and stands at full height, much to the commando's concern.]

"I could, in theory, but I find it to be a waste of resources, and an unreliable method. I prefer to crossbreed plants to create ones that are automatically under my rule-- I have no reason to waste my time with simple flo-HGMPH?!"

[And they immediately use... a lasso of some kind, and yank Mithrix back down to the ground behind them.]

"Mith please shut up you are going to make yourself a target--"

[They look back to the robot, still firmly trying to body block any possible attacks.]

"Look, I've been with him for a good while now-- if he was trying to pull something like that, I'm pretty damn sure I'd notice. He's a good guy, he's just had to deal with a lotta shit."

[... They're still not reaching for a weapon. Perhaps they're trying to make sure it knows they mean no harm...?]

"But he's my friend. And I'm not gonna let you shoot him, no matter what kinda history you two have."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.

[The robot does not react in anyway to the preceding in front of him except for his eye and his weapon steadily following all of the Cyclops’s movements]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Mith, you go on ahead-- I'll catch up."

"And leave you for dead? Human, your species is fueled by stupidity."

"Well right now, they want you specifically dead. You go, I'll be okay. I'm right behind ya-"

"Your feeble form will not block an attack from a mechanical construct. All you will do is perish."

"I'm banking on it being too concerned with not fucking up the garden to risk blowing a hole in me, now come on, I ain't risking you...!"

"And why should I risk my only way off this damnable world?"

"Mith for fuck's sake, I'll be fine, now go, I'm right behind you."

[... Neither party budges, aside from the commando(?) trying to nudge Mithrix towards wherever an exit is, and Mithrix refusing to budge. They don't even know where the fuck the exit door is.]

[Why are they both stupid???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robot does not move. Although it appears to be getting impatient]

[angelofpetrichor]

[... They are standing there. While being threatened. Bickering like children. The human continues fluffing up at the literal king of nothing, as Mithrix pointedly, but non-violently, refuses to move first.]

[... Eventually, through some absolutely absurd roomba of thought, the human pauses to make sure the daffodils they landed in are still okay.]

[While bickering with a fucking cyclops deity. What the actual fuck.]

"-ey know YOU somehow and see YOU as a threat, so go! Seriously do you have ANY self preservation in there???"

"I would ask you the same thing, as you are very clearly an easy targ- WHY ARE YOU MEDDLING WITH THE FLOWERS???"

[Mithrix attempts to scoop up the human, who immediately writhes out of his hands like an eel.]

"YOU ARE AT RISK OF BEING SHOT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE OPEN AIR!"

"If they care about the garden, they WON'T shoot me when I am in the MIDDLE of trying to fix a daffodil with a broken stem, now go, I'll be right there!"

"Do you take me for a FOOL?!"

"No, I take you for an egotistical idiot who cares way more than he wants to say-- I will be fine! I'm a hell of a lot more worried about YOU!"

[... Despite the arguing, the human is very gentle in trying to right the flowers. Begrudgingly, Mithrix forms from the mass in the air... a few twigs. And he seems to be trying to aid them despite, again, fighting with each other like dumbass kids.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING. THAT IS NOW HOW FLOWERS WORK????

[angelofpetrichor]

"Well I fucked 'em up, the least I can do is try to unfuck them!"

"Human, this is ridiculous. The stems are broken, they will not last."

"I still have to try!! They didn't ask to get squashed!"

"These primitive splints are pointless, will you at least see reason for once?"

"Reason is for the weak, I eat poptarts in front of God's corpse!"

[... How have either of them survived this long???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

STOP YOUR MEDDLING BEFORE YOU DAMAGE THE REST!!!

[The robot for the first time shows symptoms of what appears to be some mechanical version of stress]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Oh for stars' sake..."

[Mithrix rolls his eye, and then kneels down before gently tossing the human aside.]

"HEY-!"

"Move. If you are so insistent this plant is mended, then let me..."

[... He creates from the air around him, some form of waxy, flexible substance, and very gently wraps the broken stem with it. It's like he's... done this before.]

"I swear, you humans have a belief that tape and sticks will mend everything. Now,"

[He pauses, before tilting the plant's leaves up a bit. A few small, twisting lunar vines creep up like some form of glass supports, and carefully hold the flower up.]

"- the seal and wrapping should aid in repairs and healing, and it is flexible. It will allow growth. And this stem, while strong enough to support the flower itself, may not be powerful enough to hold it while it heals-- therefore, you must have adequate support for it, lest it break again."

[The cyclops gives a huff, looking over the rest of the daffodils carefully.]

"The rest are undamaged. Slightly bent, but they are not in a shape they cannot heal from on their own."

"... You know stuff about plants?"

"Human, I bred my lunar buds through centuries of boredom and fury. One learns how to deal with plant wounds when having to raise plants."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The Cyclops creating strange growths in the garden pushes the robot over the edge]

[A dart from the Robots long range ejector wizzes by the cyclops’s head. A warning shot]

LEAVE. IMMEDIATELY.

[Once again the garden seems to react to the urgency of the situation. The robot will not be fighting alone]

[angelofpetrichor]

[The cyclops almost immediately bristles, almost irritated as he stands at full height. But before he can even begin to retort... the human panics, grabs a nearby water bottle, and splashes the robot with it— possibly in hopes of shorting it out.]

"FUCKING RUN!!!"

[And as fast as they fucking can, the human grabs Mithrix's hammer by the end of the handle, and yanks with all their might as they bolt down the path.]

[Thankfully, in the sudden panic, he follows the human in search of an exit.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robot is unsure of what the water was supposed to achieve but regardless trills in satisfaction that the intruders finally left]

[angelofpetrichor]

[Several moments pass, as the duo run around. Or rather... Mithrix pauses in the center of the garden, and the human bolts around in a panic. At some point, they can be heard shouting "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE EXIT?!?!?!?!??"]

[And then... Mithrix comes walking back towards the robot, warhammer in one hand, and the human... practically attached to his face. Like they're trying to protect him, curled around the opening of his helmet and keeping a weary eye on Rex.]

"Despite your ungrateful and unpleasant existence... I come to you again because a distressed human is almost as dangerous as a curious one."

[He sighs, stood tall and intimidating. ... Or, he would look intimidating, if not for the human on his face.]

"Since you wish for us to leave so badly, would you make yourself mildly useful to anything with cognitive thought and tell us where the exit is?"

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[There is a human. Tumbling down a hill. What are you Doing mando] "FUCK- SHIT- DAMMIT--" - @angelofpetrichor

I do not believe that is the intended function of the human body. What are you doing in my garden?

[angelofpetrichor]

"Uh- What- Who?!"

[They throw themself up onto their legs, looking around wildly. They... seem to be a Commando... but where is their helmet? Long, curly, dirty blonde hair... this doesn't look like an actual soldier. More like a lost teen.] "Whomst????"

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[Child detected]

[Politeness mode activated]

[Politeness mode override failure]

[Politeness mode override failure]

Please stop frolicking in my daffodils.

[angelofpetrichor]

[They panic, and whirl around as they scramble out of the plants. And...]

[... Did that robot just say something???]

"... You can TALK?!"

[They stare at it in confusion for several minutes, careful not to step on any more plants. Sorry plants—]

"... Why the actual hell am I shocked by this— you're a robot! Of course you'd be able to communicate somehow..."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It scurries closer to you gently prodding at your stomach with a sharp limb]

Of course I can speak I have a voice box and communication node, when was the last time you consumed nutrition? I was not aware the contact light had any children on board…

[angelofpetrichor]

[The instant it starts approaching, they scramble backwards and reach for one side of them, hand now resting on... a gun. They're shaking, but--] "Don't come closer, no, not until I know you're not another fucking murder-machine like those damn mining droids." [... despite the evident fear, they're willing to hold fire.] "... What are you talking about? It didn't. Or at least... god, I hope not. There were young adults, but no kids-- kinda a rule the UES has. No minors allowed on cargo transport flights." [Their breathing is harsh, and they're slightly scuffed up-- like they've gotten into a scrap-- but that could have also been from their fall.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[it scurries backwards in something that can only be described as it being startled, in response to the stranger’s sudden agression the machine arms its Long-Range Ejecter]

Last I checked I was far more sensible than any human let alone those probes, it seems I am more sensible than you at any rate, crawling into my garden and threatening your host.

[its mechanical eye makes a whirring noise as it exams the strangers body closer]

If no children are on the planet what am I supposed to believe you are?

[angelofpetrichor]

"You and Mith would get along great, I can already tell..."

[They mutter it under their breath, shaking as they glance around briefly for an exit.]

"... Sorry about ending up in the garden. Didn't mean to— and I'll gladly leave ya be. But I need to know you won't immediately stab me in the back when I try. As for what I am... young adult. Feral asshat. Creature. Questionably human, whatever. But what I do know, is that I'm the only fuck who got off that ship alive."

[They, with a decent amount of hesitation, carefully bring their hand away from the holster, and raise their hands to try and show that they're not going to hurt this... thing.]

"My only real question is, are you gonna let me walk out of here, or is this going to go sideways in about... I'd guess ten seconds, for everything in a twelve mile radius? Because my buddy's gonna lose his shit if he finds me in danger."

[... There is a very faint cacaphony in the distance.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[its single eye’s optic lens narrows in an unreadable expression that might be indicative of it taking insult? Or perhaps its doubting your words]

If you speak of the presence on the moon I do not cohort for false gods. As for the guarantee of your safety: I cannot risk my directive by allowing a fire fight in my garden.

[it lowers it’s arm with the Long-Range Injector and scuttles slightly backwards]

Go on; leave, before your friend finds their way here. Many living creatures are highly volatile if they think a child is at risk.

[angelofpetrichor]

"... What is it with everyone including Mithrix insisting he's a god...? He's just some dude?" [They ease up a bit more, blinking, before shaking their confusion off and briefly kneeling down to try and right the few daffodils they'd disturbed.] "Sorry little guys... didn't mean to fall on ya."

[They sigh softly, before looking around for an exit.]

"Okay, uhh... the door's which way aga-"

"HUMAN."

[And with a sudden THUD-- there he is. The king of nothing himself. Who the human... immediately frets at.]

"Mith- Mith, I'm okay, they're not a threat, just please don't squash any plants-"

"... Plants?"

[The cyclops stares down at them silently, before looking to the daffodil patch he just missed landing on. And then he looks to the robot stood there nearby.]

"..."

[Immediately, his gaze turns on the commando in exasperation.]

"Human."

"I swear I didn't mean to fall into someone's garden."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It’s optic lens widen in shock as it scurries back creating distance between itself and the false gods large form]

YOU.

[It readies its Long-Range Injector and lines it up with the cyclops eye]

Leave the premises immediately. I have sent out a distress signal to all trusted parties and i have trained my garden to fight back against interlopers. If you attempt to corrupt anymore of the lifeforms in my care with your egotistical drivel or lunar corruption I will not hesitate to fire.

[its metallic shell clicks and pops in multiple ways as it readies it processes for battle should the situation escalate. Similarly the plant upon his back seems to be shaking as its vibes readjust into new positions. The trained eye could see that even the roots of many of the plants in the garden are shifting and repositioning]

[angelofpetrichor]

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH--"

[They immediately put themself between the weapon, and Mithrix, arms thrown out as they do. And of course, Mithrix immediately freaks and tries to put the human behind himself.]

"HUMAN-!"

"Don't shoot him! For god's sake, why is everything on this planet either violent or insane-- Mith, stay behind me."

"YOU ARE A MORTAL PEST. YOU STAY BEHIND ME. I WOULDN'T BE HARMED BY A MERE PROJECTILE SO EASILY!"

"Not if it shoots you in the eye, and you only HAVE one eye-- stay behind me."

[They bristle, but don't reach for a weapon.]

"Look, I don't know what the hell you're on about, buddy. Mith has been stuck on a fucking rock for basically a thousand or more years, up until a month ago. He literally couldn't do any kind of corrupting from so damn far away."

[... The god scoffs, and stands at full height, much to the commando's concern.]

"I could, in theory, but I find it to be a waste of resources, and an unreliable method. I prefer to crossbreed plants to create ones that are automatically under my rule-- I have no reason to waste my time with simple flo-HGMPH?!"

[And they immediately use... a lasso of some kind, and yank Mithrix back down to the ground behind them.]

"Mith please shut up you are going to make yourself a target--"

[They look back to the robot, still firmly trying to body block any possible attacks.]

"Look, I've been with him for a good while now-- if he was trying to pull something like that, I'm pretty damn sure I'd notice. He's a good guy, he's just had to deal with a lotta shit."

[... They're still not reaching for a weapon. Perhaps they're trying to make sure it knows they mean no harm...?]

"But he's my friend. And I'm not gonna let you shoot him, no matter what kinda history you two have."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.

[The robot does not react in anyway to the preceding in front of him except for his eye and his weapon steadily following all of the Cyclops’s movements]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Mith, you go on ahead-- I'll catch up."

"And leave you for dead? Human, your species is fueled by stupidity."

"Well right now, they want you specifically dead. You go, I'll be okay. I'm right behind ya-"

"Your feeble form will not block an attack from a mechanical construct. All you will do is perish."

"I'm banking on it being too concerned with not fucking up the garden to risk blowing a hole in me, now come on, I ain't risking you...!"

"And why should I risk my only way off this damnable world?"

"Mith for fuck's sake, I'll be fine, now go, I'm right behind you."

[... Neither party budges, aside from the commando(?) trying to nudge Mithrix towards wherever an exit is, and Mithrix refusing to budge. They don't even know where the fuck the exit door is.]

[Why are they both stupid???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robot does not move. Although it appears to be getting impatient]

[angelofpetrichor]

[... They are standing there. While being threatened. Bickering like children. The human continues fluffing up at the literal king of nothing, as Mithrix pointedly, but non-violently, refuses to move first.]

[... Eventually, through some absolutely absurd roomba of thought, the human pauses to make sure the daffodils they landed in are still okay.]

[While bickering with a fucking cyclops deity. What the actual fuck.]

"-ey know YOU somehow and see YOU as a threat, so go! Seriously do you have ANY self preservation in there???"

"I would ask you the same thing, as you are very clearly an easy targ- WHY ARE YOU MEDDLING WITH THE FLOWERS???"

[Mithrix attempts to scoop up the human, who immediately writhes out of his hands like an eel.]

"YOU ARE AT RISK OF BEING SHOT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE OPEN AIR!"

"If they care about the garden, they WON'T shoot me when I am in the MIDDLE of trying to fix a daffodil with a broken stem, now go, I'll be right there!"

"Do you take me for a FOOL?!"

"No, I take you for an egotistical idiot who cares way more than he wants to say-- I will be fine! I'm a hell of a lot more worried about YOU!"

[... Despite the arguing, the human is very gentle in trying to right the flowers. Begrudgingly, Mithrix forms from the mass in the air... a few twigs. And he seems to be trying to aid them despite, again, fighting with each other like dumbass kids.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING. THAT IS NOW HOW FLOWERS WORK????

[angelofpetrichor]

"Well I fucked 'em up, the least I can do is try to unfuck them!"

"Human, this is ridiculous. The stems are broken, they will not last."

"I still have to try!! They didn't ask to get squashed!"

"These primitive splints are pointless, will you at least see reason for once?"

"Reason is for the weak, I eat poptarts in front of God's corpse!"

[... How have either of them survived this long???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

STOP YOUR MEDDLING BEFORE YOU DAMAGE THE REST!!!

[The robot for the first time shows symptoms of what appears to be some mechanical version of stress]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Oh for stars' sake..."

[Mithrix rolls his eye, and then kneels down before gently tossing the human aside.]

"HEY-!"

"Move. If you are so insistent this plant is mended, then let me..."

[... He creates from the air around him, some form of waxy, flexible substance, and very gently wraps the broken stem with it. It's like he's... done this before.]

"I swear, you humans have a belief that tape and sticks will mend everything. Now,"

[He pauses, before tilting the plant's leaves up a bit. A few small, twisting lunar vines creep up like some form of glass supports, and carefully hold the flower up.]

"- the seal and wrapping should aid in repairs and healing, and it is flexible. It will allow growth. And this stem, while strong enough to support the flower itself, may not be powerful enough to hold it while it heals-- therefore, you must have adequate support for it, lest it break again."

[The cyclops gives a huff, looking over the rest of the daffodils carefully.]

"The rest are undamaged. Slightly bent, but they are not in a shape they cannot heal from on their own."

"... You know stuff about plants?"

"Human, I bred my lunar buds through centuries of boredom and fury. One learns how to deal with plant wounds when having to raise plants."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The Cyclops creating strange growths in the garden pushes the robot over the edge]

[A dart from the Robots long range ejector wizzes by the cyclops’s head. A warning shot]

LEAVE. IMMEDIATELY.

[Once again the garden seems to react to the urgency of the situation. The robot will not be fighting alone]

[angelofpetrichor]

[The cyclops almost immediately bristles, almost irritated as he stands at full height. But before he can even begin to retort... the human panics, grabs a nearby water bottle, and splashes the robot with it— possibly in hopes of shorting it out.]

"FUCKING RUN!!!"

[And as fast as they fucking can, the human grabs Mithrix's hammer by the end of the handle, and yanks with all their might as they bolt down the path.]

[Thankfully, in the sudden panic, he follows the human in search of an exit.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[There is a human. Tumbling down a hill. What are you Doing mando] "FUCK- SHIT- DAMMIT--" - @angelofpetrichor

I do not believe that is the intended function of the human body. What are you doing in my garden?

[angelofpetrichor]

"Uh- What- Who?!"

[They throw themself up onto their legs, looking around wildly. They... seem to be a Commando... but where is their helmet? Long, curly, dirty blonde hair... this doesn't look like an actual soldier. More like a lost teen.] "Whomst????"

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[Child detected]

[Politeness mode activated]

[Politeness mode override failure]

[Politeness mode override failure]

Please stop frolicking in my daffodils.

[angelofpetrichor]

[They panic, and whirl around as they scramble out of the plants. And...]

[... Did that robot just say something???]

"... You can TALK?!"

[They stare at it in confusion for several minutes, careful not to step on any more plants. Sorry plants—]

"... Why the actual hell am I shocked by this— you're a robot! Of course you'd be able to communicate somehow..."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It scurries closer to you gently prodding at your stomach with a sharp limb]

Of course I can speak I have a voice box and communication node, when was the last time you consumed nutrition? I was not aware the contact light had any children on board…

[angelofpetrichor]

[The instant it starts approaching, they scramble backwards and reach for one side of them, hand now resting on... a gun. They're shaking, but--] "Don't come closer, no, not until I know you're not another fucking murder-machine like those damn mining droids." [... despite the evident fear, they're willing to hold fire.] "... What are you talking about? It didn't. Or at least... god, I hope not. There were young adults, but no kids-- kinda a rule the UES has. No minors allowed on cargo transport flights." [Their breathing is harsh, and they're slightly scuffed up-- like they've gotten into a scrap-- but that could have also been from their fall.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[it scurries backwards in something that can only be described as it being startled, in response to the stranger’s sudden agression the machine arms its Long-Range Ejecter]

Last I checked I was far more sensible than any human let alone those probes, it seems I am more sensible than you at any rate, crawling into my garden and threatening your host.

[its mechanical eye makes a whirring noise as it exams the strangers body closer]

If no children are on the planet what am I supposed to believe you are?

[angelofpetrichor]

"You and Mith would get along great, I can already tell..."

[They mutter it under their breath, shaking as they glance around briefly for an exit.]

"... Sorry about ending up in the garden. Didn't mean to— and I'll gladly leave ya be. But I need to know you won't immediately stab me in the back when I try. As for what I am... young adult. Feral asshat. Creature. Questionably human, whatever. But what I do know, is that I'm the only fuck who got off that ship alive."

[They, with a decent amount of hesitation, carefully bring their hand away from the holster, and raise their hands to try and show that they're not going to hurt this... thing.]

"My only real question is, are you gonna let me walk out of here, or is this going to go sideways in about... I'd guess ten seconds, for everything in a twelve mile radius? Because my buddy's gonna lose his shit if he finds me in danger."

[... There is a very faint cacaphony in the distance.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[its single eye’s optic lens narrows in an unreadable expression that might be indicative of it taking insult? Or perhaps its doubting your words]

If you speak of the presence on the moon I do not cohort for false gods. As for the guarantee of your safety: I cannot risk my directive by allowing a fire fight in my garden.

[it lowers it’s arm with the Long-Range Injector and scuttles slightly backwards]

Go on; leave, before your friend finds their way here. Many living creatures are highly volatile if they think a child is at risk.

[angelofpetrichor]

"... What is it with everyone including Mithrix insisting he's a god...? He's just some dude?" [They ease up a bit more, blinking, before shaking their confusion off and briefly kneeling down to try and right the few daffodils they'd disturbed.] "Sorry little guys... didn't mean to fall on ya."

[They sigh softly, before looking around for an exit.]

"Okay, uhh... the door's which way aga-"

"HUMAN."

[And with a sudden THUD-- there he is. The king of nothing himself. Who the human... immediately frets at.]

"Mith- Mith, I'm okay, they're not a threat, just please don't squash any plants-"

"... Plants?"

[The cyclops stares down at them silently, before looking to the daffodil patch he just missed landing on. And then he looks to the robot stood there nearby.]

"..."

[Immediately, his gaze turns on the commando in exasperation.]

"Human."

"I swear I didn't mean to fall into someone's garden."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[It’s optic lens widen in shock as it scurries back creating distance between itself and the false gods large form]

YOU.

[It readies its Long-Range Injector and lines it up with the cyclops eye]

Leave the premises immediately. I have sent out a distress signal to all trusted parties and i have trained my garden to fight back against interlopers. If you attempt to corrupt anymore of the lifeforms in my care with your egotistical drivel or lunar corruption I will not hesitate to fire.

[its metallic shell clicks and pops in multiple ways as it readies it processes for battle should the situation escalate. Similarly the plant upon his back seems to be shaking as its vibes readjust into new positions. The trained eye could see that even the roots of many of the plants in the garden are shifting and repositioning]

[angelofpetrichor]

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH--"

[They immediately put themself between the weapon, and Mithrix, arms thrown out as they do. And of course, Mithrix immediately freaks and tries to put the human behind himself.]

"HUMAN-!"

"Don't shoot him! For god's sake, why is everything on this planet either violent or insane-- Mith, stay behind me."

"YOU ARE A MORTAL PEST. YOU STAY BEHIND ME. I WOULDN'T BE HARMED BY A MERE PROJECTILE SO EASILY!"

"Not if it shoots you in the eye, and you only HAVE one eye-- stay behind me."

[They bristle, but don't reach for a weapon.]

"Look, I don't know what the hell you're on about, buddy. Mith has been stuck on a fucking rock for basically a thousand or more years, up until a month ago. He literally couldn't do any kind of corrupting from so damn far away."

[... The god scoffs, and stands at full height, much to the commando's concern.]

"I could, in theory, but I find it to be a waste of resources, and an unreliable method. I prefer to crossbreed plants to create ones that are automatically under my rule-- I have no reason to waste my time with simple flo-HGMPH?!"

[And they immediately use... a lasso of some kind, and yank Mithrix back down to the ground behind them.]

"Mith please shut up you are going to make yourself a target--"

[They look back to the robot, still firmly trying to body block any possible attacks.]

"Look, I've been with him for a good while now-- if he was trying to pull something like that, I'm pretty damn sure I'd notice. He's a good guy, he's just had to deal with a lotta shit."

[... They're still not reaching for a weapon. Perhaps they're trying to make sure it knows they mean no harm...?]

"But he's my friend. And I'm not gonna let you shoot him, no matter what kinda history you two have."

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.

[The robot does not react in anyway to the preceding in front of him except for his eye and his weapon steadily following all of the Cyclops’s movements]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Mith, you go on ahead-- I'll catch up."

"And leave you for dead? Human, your species is fueled by stupidity."

"Well right now, they want you specifically dead. You go, I'll be okay. I'm right behind ya-"

"Your feeble form will not block an attack from a mechanical construct. All you will do is perish."

"I'm banking on it being too concerned with not fucking up the garden to risk blowing a hole in me, now come on, I ain't risking you...!"

"And why should I risk my only way off this damnable world?"

"Mith for fuck's sake, I'll be fine, now go, I'm right behind you."

[... Neither party budges, aside from the commando(?) trying to nudge Mithrix towards wherever an exit is, and Mithrix refusing to budge. They don't even know where the fuck the exit door is.]

[Why are they both stupid???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

[The robot does not move. Although it appears to be getting impatient]

[angelofpetrichor]

[... They are standing there. While being threatened. Bickering like children. The human continues fluffing up at the literal king of nothing, as Mithrix pointedly, but non-violently, refuses to move first.]

[... Eventually, through some absolutely absurd roomba of thought, the human pauses to make sure the daffodils they landed in are still okay.]

[While bickering with a fucking cyclops deity. What the actual fuck.]

"-ey know YOU somehow and see YOU as a threat, so go! Seriously do you have ANY self preservation in there???"

"I would ask you the same thing, as you are very clearly an easy targ- WHY ARE YOU MEDDLING WITH THE FLOWERS???"

[Mithrix attempts to scoop up the human, who immediately writhes out of his hands like an eel.]

"YOU ARE AT RISK OF BEING SHOT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE OPEN AIR!"

"If they care about the garden, they WON'T shoot me when I am in the MIDDLE of trying to fix a daffodil with a broken stem, now go, I'll be right there!"

"Do you take me for a FOOL?!"

"No, I take you for an egotistical idiot who cares way more than he wants to say-- I will be fine! I'm a hell of a lot more worried about YOU!"

[... Despite the arguing, the human is very gentle in trying to right the flowers. Begrudgingly, Mithrix forms from the mass in the air... a few twigs. And he seems to be trying to aid them despite, again, fighting with each other like dumbass kids.]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING. THAT IS NOW HOW FLOWERS WORK????

[angelofpetrichor]

"Well I fucked 'em up, the least I can do is try to unfuck them!"

"Human, this is ridiculous. The stems are broken, they will not last."

"I still have to try!! They didn't ask to get squashed!"

"These primitive splints are pointless, will you at least see reason for once?"

"Reason is for the weak, I eat poptarts in front of God's corpse!"

[... How have either of them survived this long???]

[one-of-the-gardeners-of-all-time]

STOP YOUR MEDDLING BEFORE YOU DAMAGE THE REST!!!

[The robot for the first time shows symptoms of what appears to be some mechanical version of stress]

[angelofpetrichor]

"Oh for stars' sake..."

[Mithrix rolls his eye, and then kneels down before gently tossing the human aside.]

"HEY-!"

"Move. If you are so insistent this plant is mended, then let me..."

[... He creates from the air around him, some form of waxy, flexible substance, and very gently wraps the broken stem with it. It's like he's... done this before.]

"I swear, you humans have a belief that tape and sticks will mend everything. Now,"

[He pauses, before tilting the plant's leaves up a bit. A few small, twisting lunar vines creep up like some form of glass supports, and carefully hold the flower up.]

"- the seal and wrapping should aid in repairs and healing, and it is flexible. It will allow growth. And this stem, while strong enough to support the flower itself, may not be powerful enough to hold it while it heals-- therefore, you must have adequate support for it, lest it break again."

[The cyclops gives a huff, looking over the rest of the daffodils carefully.]

"The rest are undamaged. Slightly bent, but they are not in a shape they cannot heal from on their own."

"... You know stuff about plants?"

"Human, I bred my lunar buds through centuries of boredom and fury. One learns how to deal with plant wounds when having to raise plants."