Proud captain of the Consolidation

@captain-lyre

271 posts

*more bird*

Lyre chirps at Ava. Goddamnit. Not again.

And then the new bones already growing from his back ripped themselves out. He was back to the blissful, blinding, horrible agony. He tried to shout, but it came out as yet another bird sound.

New flesh grew up and over those bones, and it was a terribly strange sensation to have something new connected to her body. She couldn't-

The new.. limbs? started becoming increasingly itchy, and painful. But Lyre couldn't reach them. He reached towards Ava for help.

-

@trapped-captain-ava

trapped-captain-ava

The question she had for him died on her tongue instantly. She didn't know what to do! Still! Ava was always.. so useless. She watched as keratin pins began pushing out of the new skin, and rapidly growing in length.

She watched Lyre shake in pain.

...

Is this how Lyre felt? Every time she came to him for help with something he could do nothing about?

Ava leans forward and hugs him. "I'm sorry, I don't- I don't know how to help!" She's too useless for this.

Just.. a useless, worthless machine.

It was one good thing. A quiet, kind gesture. Why would Ava do that? Why does she care?! If she has the same memories as Ianus, why would she even want to speak to him?

He bit back the screams-or chirps- now, shutting his eyes. Pins grew out of the rest of his skin too. His entire body was on fire, and itchy. He.. Lyre wants to sleep.

-

This is going on hold I have too many rps open I'm overwhelmed I'm sorry I'm sorry I wanted to do this I wanted to keep up with them all I wanted to play with Ava and Lyre interaction more but there's so much going onnand I'm really sorry

*more bird*

Lyre chirps at Ava. Goddamnit. Not again.

And then the new bones already growing from his back ripped themselves out. He was back to the blissful, blinding, horrible agony. He tried to shout, but it came out as yet another bird sound.

New flesh grew up and over those bones, and it was a terribly strange sensation to have something new connected to her body. She couldn't-

The new.. limbs? started becoming increasingly itchy, and painful. But Lyre couldn't reach them. He reached towards Ava for help.

-

@trapped-captain-ava

#sorry anon this took me so long BEUFJSNDJSNDM #Watcher-Anons

He's alone, for once. Lyre looks different...

He heard footsteps, and looked up from the sheet music he stole from Ianus to try and learn. "Ava..." Looking at her stirred some.. unusual feelings in his chest. Bad ones of guilt.

Lyre hides his eyes with the wings on his head. The wings on his back have been very slowly forming, it felt odd, but it was better than the blinding pain of the other pair of wings.

"..How have you been?"

trapped-captain-ava

She didn't know what to say... "I-" Ava took a deep breath. "How have you been? I don't think I've even really seen you much since- since Ianus tortured you! Are you okay?" She sits down next to him.

Ava seemed genuinely distressed over this. Good. Wait, no-

Lyre was exhausted. "I'm okay. The wings need to be cut off, but aside that, I'm okay. Actually, could you help me with something?" He kept his face hidden, the incoming and horrible confession was going to turn his face an awful pink.

trapped-captain-ava

She can be useful! She can think about anything other than what's at the forefront of her mind. And Ava would take every opportunity to do that.

"Anything."

"Ianus... Did something wrong to me. He's making me sick, and different. And, I don't know what to do about it."

trapped-captain-ava

Well, she wouldn't put it past him. "Did he poison you? We can probably find something to help with that." Ava's just surprised that of all things Lyre wanted to talk about, it would be Ianus.

"If all else fails, we could probably get help from Biter. For some reason he always has a resolution to things."

Ava didn't get it. "No, he makes me sick. He makes me feel like I'm going to throw up, he makes me nervous. He makes me- want. And I don't know what to do about that."

trapped-captain-ava

Oh... She was right! "You want? Like, just to be clear, you want what, exactly?" Ianus had Lyre's jacket, was constantly wearing it despite his hatred for the Consolidation. Really, what did she expect?

"...I want him. I don't want to want him! He's pathetic, he's breakable, he's the worst! I hate him!" And despite it all, he wanted to spend time with Ianus. He wanted to watch the man smile, and listen to him sing. He wanted to be cut apart by every limb if it was Ianus behind the blade.

trapped-captain-ava

Well, Ava has never personally experienced these feelings before. But it always did sound like getting sick... "Lyre, I think you- don't hate him, actually.." She placed a hand on one of his, on top of the table.

"How about you tell me why you want him, first, before you tell me how much you hate him."

Ava has never seen him like this. Conflicted, and confused... All the easier to use as a distraction.

He's perfect. He's terrible! He deserves happiness... He deserves to suffer.

"Ianus is.. everything. Ava, please help me. Get rid of this!" Lyre finally looked over to her, unhiding his face.

He's alone, for once. Lyre looks different...

He heard footsteps, and looked up from the sheet music he stole from Ianus to try and learn. "Ava..." Looking at her stirred some.. unusual feelings in his chest. Bad ones of guilt.

Lyre hides his eyes with the wings on his head. The wings on his back have been very slowly forming, it felt odd, but it was better than the blinding pain of the other pair of wings.

"..How have you been?"

trapped-captain-ava

She didn't know what to say... "I-" Ava took a deep breath. "How have you been? I don't think I've even really seen you much since- since Ianus tortured you! Are you okay?" She sits down next to him.

Ava seemed genuinely distressed over this. Good. Wait, no-

Lyre was exhausted. "I'm okay. The wings need to be cut off, but aside that, I'm okay. Actually, could you help me with something?" He kept his face hidden, the incoming and horrible confession was going to turn his face an awful pink.

trapped-captain-ava

She can be useful! She can think about anything other than what's at the forefront of her mind. And Ava would take every opportunity to do that.

"Anything."

"Ianus... Did something wrong to me. He's making me sick, and different. And, I don't know what to do about it."

trapped-captain-ava

Well, she wouldn't put it past him. "Did he poison you? We can probably find something to help with that." Ava's just surprised that of all things Lyre wanted to talk about, it would be Ianus.

"If all else fails, we could probably get help from Biter. For some reason he always has a resolution to things."

Ava didn't get it. "No, he makes me sick. He makes me feel like I'm going to throw up, he makes me nervous. He makes me- want. And I don't know what to do about that."

trapped-captain-ava

Oh... She was right! "You want? Like, just to be clear, you want what, exactly?" Ianus had Lyre's jacket, was constantly wearing it despite his hatred for the Consolidation. Really, what did she expect?

"...I want him. I don't want to want him! He's pathetic, he's breakable, he's the worst! I hate him!" And despite it all, he wanted to spend time with Ianus. He wanted to watch the man smile, and listen to him sing. He wanted to be cut apart by every limb if it was Ianus behind the blade.

He's alone, for once. Lyre looks different...

He heard footsteps, and looked up from the sheet music he stole from Ianus to try and learn. "Ava..." Looking at her stirred some.. unusual feelings in his chest. Bad ones of guilt.

Lyre hides his eyes with the wings on his head. The wings on his back have been very slowly forming, it felt odd, but it was better than the blinding pain of the other pair of wings.

"..How have you been?"

trapped-captain-ava

She didn't know what to say... "I-" Ava took a deep breath. "How have you been? I don't think I've even really seen you much since- since Ianus tortured you! Are you okay?" She sits down next to him.

Ava seemed genuinely distressed over this. Good. Wait, no-

Lyre was exhausted. "I'm okay. The wings need to be cut off, but aside that, I'm okay. Actually, could you help me with something?" He kept his face hidden, the incoming and horrible confession was going to turn his face an awful pink.

trapped-captain-ava

She can be useful! She can think about anything other than what's at the forefront of her mind. And Ava would take every opportunity to do that.

"Anything."

"Ianus... Did something wrong to me. He's making me sick, and different. And, I don't know what to do about it."

trapped-captain-ava

Well, she wouldn't put it past him. "Did he poison you? We can probably find something to help with that." Ava's just surprised that of all things Lyre wanted to talk about, it would be Ianus.

"If all else fails, we could probably get help from Biter. For some reason he always has a resolution to things."

Ava didn't get it. "No, he makes me sick. He makes me feel like I'm going to throw up, he makes me nervous. He makes me- want. And I don't know what to do about that."

He's alone, for once. Lyre looks different...

He heard footsteps, and looked up from the sheet music he stole from Ianus to try and learn. "Ava..." Looking at her stirred some.. unusual feelings in his chest. Bad ones of guilt.

Lyre hides his eyes with the wings on his head. The wings on his back have been very slowly forming, it felt odd, but it was better than the blinding pain of the other pair of wings.

"..How have you been?"

trapped-captain-ava

She didn't know what to say... "I-" Ava took a deep breath. "How have you been? I don't think I've even really seen you much since- since Ianus tortured you! Are you okay?" She sits down next to him.

Ava seemed genuinely distressed over this. Good. Wait, no-

Lyre was exhausted. "I'm okay. The wings need to be cut off, but aside that, I'm okay. Actually, could you help me with something?" He kept his face hidden, the incoming and horrible confession was going to turn his face an awful pink.

trapped-captain-ava

She can be useful! She can think about anything other than what's at the forefront of her mind. And Ava would take every opportunity to do that.

"Anything."

"Ianus... Did something wrong to me. He's making me sick, and different. And, I don't know what to do about it."

He's alone, for once. Lyre looks different...

He heard footsteps, and looked up from the sheet music he stole from Ianus to try and learn. "Ava..." Looking at her stirred some.. unusual feelings in his chest. Bad ones of guilt.

Lyre hides his eyes with the wings on his head. The wings on his back have been very slowly forming, it felt odd, but it was better than the blinding pain of the other pair of wings.

"..How have you been?"

trapped-captain-ava

She didn't know what to say... "I-" Ava took a deep breath. "How have you been? I don't think I've even really seen you much since- since Ianus tortured you! Are you okay?" She sits down next to him.

Ava seemed genuinely distressed over this. Good. Wait, no-

Lyre was exhausted. "I'm okay. The wings need to be cut off, but aside that, I'm okay. Actually, could you help me with something?" He kept his face hidden, the incoming and horrible confession was going to turn his face an awful pink.

He's alone, for once. Lyre looks different...

He heard footsteps, and looked up from the sheet music he stole from Ianus to try and learn. "Ava..." Looking at her stirred some.. unusual feelings in his chest. Bad ones of guilt.

Lyre hides his eyes with the wings on his head. The wings on his back have been very slowly forming, it felt odd, but it was better than the blinding pain of the other pair of wings.

"..How have you been?"

You want to keep the hair? Sure. Keep whatever you want.

*gives Lyre the body they desire most. With bird features. Not removing thouse*

Lyre keeps her voice, and hair, but her chest becomes flatter and most features become hard to distinguish as male or female.

"Oh, thanks."

The wings on his head had spots of both male and female feathers, similarly to leucism, but.. decidedly not that.

#hehehe I love Lyre #watcher-anons

{Ianus suddenly turned the corner, eating from the tin of bugs that Lyre had received some time ago. He talked in-between bites or what counted as bites, of the...bugs.}

"Hey Lyre, I feel like I should rend your head from your body. Weird."

{he held out the bugs}

"Want any?"

@hubris-of-the-consolidation

"What the fuck? No thanks-? To both of what you just said."

We should probably change your gender back before his bug brain gets any ideas thiugh.

"Hey, wait-"

What did that mean? Entirely uncalled for! Ianus might be.. strange, but he wouldn't be so wrong as to do or think anything this voice may be insinuating.

Lyre was the wrong one.

"..Can I keep the longer hair?"

Your right. Ianus is a freak and would probably ask you to bite his head of next. His some kind of mantis right? Isn't that their mating thing.

Oh gods-

Well, now that Ianus had left, he could probably just start speaking out loud.

"Well, luckily we aren't 'mates', then." As if that changed the fact that Ianus probably would ask him to do that even as a human.

How would you think Ianus feels if you eat a bug in front of em?

Maybe you will finally get some control back.

...

Control.

Did he want that, here? He used to- shit. Nononono-

Lyre narrowed his eyes. The voices weren't going to ruin his standing with the captain.

No! Why does he even care? Maybe he should ruin it! He should just take the ship, bring them all back to the Consolidation-

But Ianus was so.. Good. In every way. And pleasant to be around- Stop! Stop it.

#watcher-anons #he's still gay and doesn't know it

So, Lyre, how about some fibromyalgia for you? As a treat! You have it now.

"What the hell is that?"

As if he wasn't in enough pain already, actually- the author needs to give a list of his current injuries!

Lyre currently has a still healing wound on his ankle, that may or may not still contain essence of the light. Cuts on his head, and back. Sores across his body.. blinding headaches.. probably more?

If he wasn't in such constant pain already, it would be a shock to his system. But, no. It was just yet another thing to the agonizing list that was going to disable him.

Lyre began coughing, wheezing. Turns out bird lungs mixed with even more sensitivity, was not good!

This was going to be a new hell.

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{suddenly, Ianus popped out of nowhere. He'd just stood up, and nearly crumpled over his cane, but put all his body weight on it until he could actually stand. Then he held out an inhaler, and poked it into Lyre's face.}

"Shake this, and breath it in. And good, you're awake."

{he seemed happy enough, but was leaning on his cane a lot more than normal.}

Lyre's shoulders relaxed when he wasn't hearing only random voices anymore, but someone familiar.

...Shit. Why is Ianus so calming?

"What is this?" He asked when the main fits of coughing dissipated. Even with the question, Lyre took it and followed instructions. Lyre knew nothing of what the medical wing had, or anything he never really had to use. So, that was most medication.

This.. everything hurts! His throat especially too, now after struggling to breathe, and practically coughing himself to death. "Wait. I fell asleep?"

...On Ianus?

Lyre blinked. Just.. so. His brain was short circuiting. It wasn't like they hadn't shared the blanket nest already, but- ...

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{He paused, to dig his cane into the floor and hunch over it, grabbing it hard. His limbs weren't cooperating. He kept down the alarm, and just tried to stay balanced.}

"Yeah. You were all curled up in my lap. It was... Pitiful. Covered in blood."

He's going to shelf the insults he wanted to return. Instead, "Are you.. good?"

It was a genuine kind of concern, and usually he would be better with his words than this. Something was wrong with him. Something's wrong, wrong, wrong-

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"...I'm- I'm fine."

{he shifted all his weight onto one leg, and pressed forward that weight then onto the cane again. He shut his eyes tight: it felt like they were being pushed out of his head, blood rushing around in his head too. It usually faded after a few seconds- why was it... Still...}

{he didn't know it, but he was falling forward. Steadily, because his cane wasn't meant for leaning.}

Lyre forced himself to stand up, despite any old or new pain, and grabbed Ianus by the shoulders. "No. You.. are not. Sit down, before you fall on your face." He wanted to sit down too. Whatever the voice did to him was.. ruining his legs.

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{he didn't seem to hear him, and just grabbed Lyre's arms with a very, very strong grip. But he was breathing like he'd run a marathon, and - because his heart ran down his spine now- Lyre could feel his heartbeat was so fast it wasn't even a discernable pattern anymore. He also seemed out of it, like he was passing out but going in and out of awareness. His legs buckled, and he started to fully fall.}

"Nnoo... No, no, can- can't..."

"You pathetic excuse for a captain.." Lyre winced when Ianus' full weight was on him. It wasn't very much weight, but it really wasn't good for the new pain in his legs. "Why were you trying to help me when you're like this?"

He helped the man to sit on the floor. "What do you need? Salt- sugar? Or something else?" Maybe it was a symptom of the bug form? It did not help that he never studied the medical books.

...Maybe next time he sees Ava, he will ask her to help him read them..

Why did he even want to do that?

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"You- You were dyingg_ I- ugh, felt fine until I- moved."

{he seemed to be recovering when he sat down. His heart rate was going down, and he was breathing more normally. He pinched at the bridge of his nose to try and get rid of the horrible feeling in his eyes, and then he leaned forward. He just sort of.. gave off a weird noise now. Like a mix of a faucet, and old earth recordings of the beach.}

"I don't knnow...I- ugh. Just feel...bad. But are you-... Okay? Your wings..."

"Don't-" Lyre's breath caught. "Don't make this about me, right no-"

...

What was this? Guilt, in his heart?

He opened his mouth to finish what he was saying, and it came out as shrill chirps. Goddamnit...

He pointed at Ianus, then to the cane, and hoped that would be enough to say what he wanted to.

So, Lyre, how about some fibromyalgia for you? As a treat! You have it now.

"What the hell is that?"

As if he wasn't in enough pain already, actually- the author needs to give a list of his current injuries!

Lyre currently has a still healing wound on his ankle, that may or may not still contain essence of the light. Cuts on his head, and back. Sores across his body.. blinding headaches.. probably more?

If he wasn't in such constant pain already, it would be a shock to his system. But, no. It was just yet another thing to the agonizing list that was going to disable him.

Lyre began coughing, wheezing. Turns out bird lungs mixed with even more sensitivity, was not good!

This was going to be a new hell.

deactivated-blog

{suddenly, Ianus popped out of nowhere. He'd just stood up, and nearly crumpled over his cane, but put all his body weight on it until he could actually stand. Then he held out an inhaler, and poked it into Lyre's face.}

"Shake this, and breath it in. And good, you're awake."

{he seemed happy enough, but was leaning on his cane a lot more than normal.}

Lyre's shoulders relaxed when he wasn't hearing only random voices anymore, but someone familiar.

...Shit. Why is Ianus so calming?

"What is this?" He asked when the main fits of coughing dissipated. Even with the question, Lyre took it and followed instructions. Lyre knew nothing of what the medical wing had, or anything he never really had to use. So, that was most medication.

This.. everything hurts! His throat especially too, now after struggling to breathe, and practically coughing himself to death. "Wait. I fell asleep?"

...On Ianus?

Lyre blinked. Just.. so. His brain was short circuiting. It wasn't like they hadn't shared the blanket nest already, but- ...

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{He paused, to dig his cane into the floor and hunch over it, grabbing it hard. His limbs weren't cooperating. He kept down the alarm, and just tried to stay balanced.}

"Yeah. You were all curled up in my lap. It was... Pitiful. Covered in blood."

He's going to shelf the insults he wanted to return. Instead, "Are you.. good?"

It was a genuine kind of concern, and usually he would be better with his words than this. Something was wrong with him. Something's wrong, wrong, wrong-

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"...I'm- I'm fine."

{he shifted all his weight onto one leg, and pressed forward that weight then onto the cane again. He shut his eyes tight: it felt like they were being pushed out of his head, blood rushing around in his head too. It usually faded after a few seconds- why was it... Still...}

{he didn't know it, but he was falling forward. Steadily, because his cane wasn't meant for leaning.}

Lyre forced himself to stand up, despite any old or new pain, and grabbed Ianus by the shoulders. "No. You.. are not. Sit down, before you fall on your face." He wanted to sit down too. Whatever the voice did to him was.. ruining his legs.

deactivated-blog

{he didn't seem to hear him, and just grabbed Lyre's arms with a very, very strong grip. But he was breathing like he'd run a marathon, and - because his heart ran down his spine now- Lyre could feel his heartbeat was so fast it wasn't even a discernable pattern anymore. He also seemed out of it, like he was passing out but going in and out of awareness. His legs buckled, and he started to fully fall.}

"Nnoo... No, no, can- can't..."

"You pathetic excuse for a captain.." Lyre winced when Ianus' full weight was on him. It wasn't very much weight, but it really wasn't good for the new pain in his legs. "Why were you trying to help me when you're like this?"

He helped the man to sit on the floor. "What do you need? Salt- sugar? Or something else?" Maybe it was a symptom of the bug form? It did not help that he never studied the medical books.

...Maybe next time he sees Ava, he will ask her to help him read them..

Why did he even want to do that?

So, Lyre, how about some fibromyalgia for you? As a treat! You have it now.

"What the hell is that?"

As if he wasn't in enough pain already, actually- the author needs to give a list of his current injuries!

Lyre currently has a still healing wound on his ankle, that may or may not still contain essence of the light. Cuts on his head, and back. Sores across his body.. blinding headaches.. probably more?

If he wasn't in such constant pain already, it would be a shock to his system. But, no. It was just yet another thing to the agonizing list that was going to disable him.

Lyre began coughing, wheezing. Turns out bird lungs mixed with even more sensitivity, was not good!

This was going to be a new hell.

deactivated-blog

{suddenly, Ianus popped out of nowhere. He'd just stood up, and nearly crumpled over his cane, but put all his body weight on it until he could actually stand. Then he held out an inhaler, and poked it into Lyre's face.}

"Shake this, and breath it in. And good, you're awake."

{he seemed happy enough, but was leaning on his cane a lot more than normal.}

Lyre's shoulders relaxed when he wasn't hearing only random voices anymore, but someone familiar.

...Shit. Why is Ianus so calming?

"What is this?" He asked when the main fits of coughing dissipated. Even with the question, Lyre took it and followed instructions. Lyre knew nothing of what the medical wing had, or anything he never really had to use. So, that was most medication.

This.. everything hurts! His throat especially too, now after struggling to breathe, and practically coughing himself to death. "Wait. I fell asleep?"

...On Ianus?

Lyre blinked. Just.. so. His brain was short circuiting. It wasn't like they hadn't shared the blanket nest already, but- ...

deactivated-blog

{He paused, to dig his cane into the floor and hunch over it, grabbing it hard. His limbs weren't cooperating. He kept down the alarm, and just tried to stay balanced.}

"Yeah. You were all curled up in my lap. It was... Pitiful. Covered in blood."

He's going to shelf the insults he wanted to return. Instead, "Are you.. good?"

It was a genuine kind of concern, and usually he would be better with his words than this. Something was wrong with him. Something's wrong, wrong, wrong-

deactivated-blog

"...I'm- I'm fine."

{he shifted all his weight onto one leg, and pressed forward that weight then onto the cane again. He shut his eyes tight: it felt like they were being pushed out of his head, blood rushing around in his head too. It usually faded after a few seconds- why was it... Still...}

{he didn't know it, but he was falling forward. Steadily, because his cane wasn't meant for leaning.}

Lyre forced himself to stand up, despite any old or new pain, and grabbed Ianus by the shoulders. "No. You.. are not. Sit down, before you fall on your face." He wanted to sit down too. Whatever the voice did to him was.. ruining his legs.

So, Lyre, how about some fibromyalgia for you? As a treat! You have it now.

"What the hell is that?"

As if he wasn't in enough pain already, actually- the author needs to give a list of his current injuries!

Lyre currently has a still healing wound on his ankle, that may or may not still contain essence of the light. Cuts on his head, and back. Sores across his body.. blinding headaches.. probably more?

If he wasn't in such constant pain already, it would be a shock to his system. But, no. It was just yet another thing to the agonizing list that was going to disable him.

Lyre began coughing, wheezing. Turns out bird lungs mixed with even more sensitivity, was not good!

This was going to be a new hell.

deactivated-blog

{suddenly, Ianus popped out of nowhere. He'd just stood up, and nearly crumpled over his cane, but put all his body weight on it until he could actually stand. Then he held out an inhaler, and poked it into Lyre's face.}

"Shake this, and breath it in. And good, you're awake."

{he seemed happy enough, but was leaning on his cane a lot more than normal.}

Lyre's shoulders relaxed when he wasn't hearing only random voices anymore, but someone familiar.

...Shit. Why is Ianus so calming?

"What is this?" He asked when the main fits of coughing dissipated. Even with the question, Lyre took it and followed instructions. Lyre knew nothing of what the medical wing had, or anything he never really had to use. So, that was most medication.

This.. everything hurts! His throat especially too, now after struggling to breathe, and practically coughing himself to death. "Wait. I fell asleep?"

...On Ianus?

Lyre blinked. Just.. so. His brain was short circuiting. It wasn't like they hadn't shared the blanket nest already, but- ...

deactivated-blog

{He paused, to dig his cane into the floor and hunch over it, grabbing it hard. His limbs weren't cooperating. He kept down the alarm, and just tried to stay balanced.}

"Yeah. You were all curled up in my lap. It was... Pitiful. Covered in blood."

He's going to shelf the insults he wanted to return. Instead, "Are you.. good?"

It was a genuine kind of concern, and usually he would be better with his words than this. Something was wrong with him. Something's wrong, wrong, wrong-

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