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RP starters: Concern.
“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“I thought I would never see you again…”
“We should get you to hospital.”
“Where did all those bruises came from?”
“I have the right to be worried!”
“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
“Sleep at my place tonight.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“Let me take care of you.”
“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
“You could’ve died, you know…”
“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
“You’re not okay.”
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
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lonalaa:
Lunala frowned upon seeing the marks from all the past times Mahina had scratched at herself out of nervousness. While it was somewhat relieving to hear it did not originate from her venture into Ultra-Space, it did not cause her any less concern for her condition as a whole. Such a thing was habitual and unique to humans, and as much as Lunala would like to help, she wasn’t sure just how much she’d be able to do.
Though, she did make an effort to try to calm her down. Folding her wings over and around Mahina, it would almost feel like she was standing or sitting in the middle of a beautiful view of space - the star-like, galaxy-esque patterns on her wings was absolutely beautiful. While bright, they were not blindingly so. It was a hope that this alone would give her something to fix her attention on, whether it be to simply stare at the scenery or count the star patterns.
Mу ɗєαя, ǀ ωσяяу fσя уσυ. ǀ αм ρяσυɗ тнαт уσυ αяє тяуιηg тσ вяєαк тнє нαвιт, вυт нανιηg ιт ησηєтнєƖєѕѕ cσηcєяηѕ мє. Ƴσυ нανє вєєη νєяу αηxισυѕ яєcєηтƖу. Ƥєянαρѕ ѕσмє ѕσят σf тнєяαρу fσя уσυя тяσυвƖєɗ мιηɗ ωσυƖɗ нєƖρ ѕσσтнє уσυя ѕσυƖ?
Mahina didn’t look up, not until she was vaguely aware that the lighting had changed, and when she did, she gasped.
It was so... breathtaking. The slime was forgotten in favor of examining the beautiful canvas now surrounding her. Space, at her fingertips... She hesitated, before carefully reaching out and tracing the star patterns she saw. The slime, now laying forgotten on the floor, had no feelings whatsoever about being discarded.
This one looked like the Rayquaza Constellation, and this one the Twin Dragons... Mahina barely processed when Lunala started talking, only coming into focused when the word ‘therapy’ was mention. “. . . I dunno, probably. I just... don’t really want to.” Talking about her emotions was weird, super weird. And sometimes what she means and what she says were apparently entirely different.
lonalaa:
She was somewhat relieved to have stopped her habitual scratching, but was surprised to see that she had actually came prepared in case something like this were to happen. A small container of a slimy, jelly-like substance for molding and squeezing. Was she nervous, still? Lunala had to wonder…
Mσση, нσω Ɩσηg нανє уσυ вєєη ɗσιηg тнαт тσ уσυяѕєƖf? Ƭнє ѕcяαтcнιηg, ǀ мєαη. Ƭнє нαвιтυαƖ ηєєɗ тσ яєƖιєνє уσυя ѕтяєѕѕ. ǀ fєєƖ αѕ тнσυgн ιт ιѕ συт σf cнαяαcтєя fσя уσυ. Hανє уσυ вєєη тнιѕ ωαу єνєя ѕιηcє уσυ'νє νιѕιтєɗ UƖтяα-Sραcє?
She knew Ultra-Energy was addicting in some ways, but she hadn’t expected it to have any long-term effects after only an hour or two. Concern was still evident, as she began to look over her arms to see if there was any lasting damage from these habits.
Upon further inspection, one would notice extremely thin and faded lines from past scratches that hadn’t been stopped in time. Mahina, however, didn’t notice this examination.
She bit her lower lip, still physically focused on molding and squeezing the slime in her hands. “Forever. I mean, before I even went to Ultra Space. It’s... It’s a bad stim- a bad habit of mine. I’m trying to break out if it but...”
It was hard. Scratching had been her go-to thing when under duress or when nervous. Her chew necklaces and slime were relatively newer, and she had been eyeing a fidget cube for awhile now. “I just... need something to do with my hands.” That was the simplest explanation.
lonalaa:
The scratching had gotten worse, and from the sounds of it, it almost made no sense. Lunala wouldn’t understand why she felt any sort of fondness to Ultra-Space. Had the energy that she’d been introduced to influenced her in some way? Was she stung?
If she was stung, it could spell out a world of problems. Lunala stretched out a wing to gently lay a claw upon her scratching hand, trying to pull it away.
Ɗσ ησт кєєρ ѕcяαтcнιηg уσυя αям Ɩιкє тнαт, Mσση, уσυ'ƖƖ нαям тнє ѕкιη. Hανє уσυ… вєєη ѕтυηg? Oя нανє уσυ єνєя cσмє ιηтσ υηєxρєcтєɗ ρнуѕιcαƖ cσηтαcт ωιтн α ƝιнιƖєgσ? Sυcн α fσηɗηєѕѕ тσωαяɗѕ UƖтяα-Sραcє ιѕ υηнєαяɗ σf fяσм мσѕт ǀ нανє ѕρσкєη ωιтн.. ǀ'м ωσηɗєяιηg ιf ѕσмєтнιηg нαѕ ωяσηgƖу ιηfƖυєηcєɗ уσυ ιη ѕσмє ωαу, ѕнαρє σя fσям.
Mahina was startled when Lunala touched her, and it was only then that she realized she had been scratching herself. “Sorry...” She dug through her large bag and pulled out a container of sparkly green slime, which was soon putty in her hands as she stretched and molded it. Her purple eyes were entirely focused on it now, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t paying attention to the Legendary’s words.
“Don’t think so, I hope not. . . Being stung sounds. . . Horrible.” Mahina idly started molding the slime into a vague jellyfish shape, before mangling it into more obscure shape. “I’unno, maybe it’s because it’s so sparkly in there or something. I like sparkly stuff.” Like the moon, and the night sky. Or Lunala’s wings and headpiece.
lonalaa:
Concern was written on her features like the epitaph on a gravestone. She could not ignore that anxiety that was practically surrounding her like an aura, nor could she disregard that nervous habit Moon had when it came to itching her arm. The moon bat slowly drifted down until she was at equal level with the other.
Ɗσ ησт gєт мє ωяσηg, UƖтяα-Sραcє ωαѕ му нσмє. Aѕ fαмιƖιαя αѕ ǀ αм ωιтн ιт, ǀ нανє cσмє тσ αρρяєcιαтє тнє ѕєяєηιту σf тнιѕ ωσяƖɗ σνєя тнє σтнєя. Ƴσυ нανє ησт вєєη тнєяє Ɩσηg єησυgн тσ ѕєє нσω мυcн σf α кιƖƖ-σя-вє-кιƖƖєɗ ωσяƖɗ ιт ιѕ συт тнєяє ιη тнє fυятнєѕт яєαcнєѕ σf тнαт ɗιмєηѕιση, Mσση. ǀf αηутнιηg, ǀ ωσυƖɗ яαтнєя ѕρєηɗ αη єтєяηιту нєяє, тнαη αησтнєя fєω уєαяѕ ιη тнαт єνєя-cнαηgιηg вαттƖєfιєƖɗ.
It was true, she and Lillie had only been there about an hour, maybe even less. And that swarm of Nihilego... But that what had been worrying her, what had been gnawing at her thoughts late at night as she pondered about how she felt...
Mahina struggled to put her feelings into words, “It felt... good. Right. When I was in there. Like home.” The scratching worsened. “No one felt like that. M’friend... said the air was wrong.” Something like that, right? Whatever Lillie had said wasn’t a good thing though. “No one ‘cept... Lusamine.”
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Mσση? Aяє уσυ αƖяιgнт? Ƴσυ ѕєєм νєяу… ωσяяιєɗ.. Ɯнαт'ѕ ωяσηg?
“. . . Lunala. Why did you. . . leave Ultra Space?” Mahina started scratching her arm without realizing it. It was an unfortunate habit that was extremely hard to break, one that often popped up when she was in a negative headspace.
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