FEELING well enough to sass him about his not being a wilting flower. It’s a mild comfort while watching them struggle to keep their structural integrity. To keep them from exerting too much energy with their shimmer, he crouches right next to them in a pool of lime colored gel.
If his body, this accursed vessel he’s developed here could sustain Hierophant Green, he would have acted as an incubator. He’d done so to a degree with Justice and is sure it would have worked if his body temperate is not determined by the room. Subjecting any other party to it is out of the question. Jotaro had been having nightmares about that girl up until Star Platinum had been tossed into the Hive.
Rolling through his options is cut short at watching Hierophant Green begin to melt right before his eyes. He launches himself up and out onto the rainsoaked street with a ‘shopping list’ in mind. Bath it is. The trick would get them to his house in one piece. He zooms in on a person taking the last bag out of the shopping cart they’re unloading into the trunk, umbrella open and perched in the baby seat. Without reducing speed, he snags both like a bird of prey and lifts back into the air to beeline for the White Room.
It’s a struggle to get it through the door without a racket, but he does his best, flipping the umbrella upside down and putting it on the floor at a slight angle. That makes it smoother to squeegee Hierophant Green into the waiting umbrella with his arm like it’s a bowl, scooping it up and setting it at the bottom of the cart. He takes no notice of the slime dribbling down his arms and front when he lifts it again and floats toward the house at a pace far too slow for his liking. It’s better than his companion getting an important component jiggled out of the cart’s holes.
The house he’s rooming in is mercifully close, same district and everything, making it not more painful than it needs to be. He forgoes the greeting of his housemates in favor of heading threat up to the master bath, turning the taps to full right away. He doesn’t bother to wait for it to fill, tipping the umbrella’s contents into the water right away. Sitting in that thing can’t be too comfortable.
they barely register his hasty departure, too distracted with examining the hole slowly opening up in the middle of their body, the armor collapsing inwards and warping the longer they’re forced to remain apart from death. reality can’t seem to decide in which direction it wants to pull them.
with the familiar blot of purple gone, they’re back to staring at the white walls and trying to suppress their most recent memories. forcing them down doesn’t make them any easier to stomach, but it’s better than feeling their way around the alternative. there’s the question of what do i do next? to consider when they’re capable of expending energy without turning to sludge.
events transpire with such suddenness they lose the time between star platinum returning and him scooping them into the inside of an umbrella. they writhe and echo many a watery sound of disapproval at the inelegant mode of transport, though they’re incapable of doing much other than oozing around like a disturbed bucket of gel.
(trying to tell star platinum to slow down, be careful, if you drop me from this height i will not stop until i've pulled you apart is pretty much worthless, as the light of the sun overrules their flickers. but they try anyway.)
hierophant green settles as soon as they’re brought indoors, allowing themself to be tipped into the bathtub until they’re sprawled facedown in a few inches of lukewarm water. they’re lifeless for another moment or two before slowly pushing themself up on spindly arms, head swivelling to examine the inside of the bathroom and locate the faucets while the room fills with steam.
this will do. it will still take me some time to reassemble. there are parts of me in several places, waiting to stabilize. they turn off the cold water and point up at the overhead shower, wordlessly demanding he turns it on. i will have to remain here for a day, perhaps two. you don’t mind?
