DIAMOND

@octogendiamond

yeah you're ravenous you're champing at the bit just a cog next to a cog next to a pit Part of the Gaen'ea RP group

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Having separated from his new frienemy in his explorations of the city, Diamond eventually found the border with the forest. It was much more intimidatingly large than expected; somehow ‘forest’ made it sound small and soft.

It was not small or soft.

He rambled at the border for a bit, the hum of the city in the back of his skull with the blessedly empty forest to his front. He wasn’t quite brave enough to venture out there yet. Not alone. Maybe he’d track down Scanner again and poke him until he ran this way.

Chi readjusts the pack on her back and tries to tamp down her excitement. Streetlights! Food you don’t have to prepare yourself! People to annoy!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not that there’s anything wrong with holing up in the woods, mind- but anyone she and Dol had met on their travels wasn’t particularly prone to hobnobbing it around with a pair of tiny gremlins, and Chi is bored. Bored!!!!!!!!!!

They’ve been walking for a couple days and now they’re finally, finally at the outskirts of Koh. Chi turns to Dol and grins wide, bouncing up and down on her heels.

Dol smiles faintly, reaching over and squeezing Chi’s hand. They’re not particularly enthused about lights and noises and people for their own sake, it overwhelms them easily, but Chi missed -is missed the word to use, when you don’t remember your past?- having other sources of entertainment.

And that’s about when they stumble over the grey dude dithering at the edge of the forest. They’ve got that newbie look, and, perhaps more tellingly, the newbie bag. Chi, true to form, skips forward a few feet, grinning, and shouts out a hello. Dol lets go of Chi’s hand and hangs back a couple-ten feet, watching.

“Hey fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You going to pace around like a zoo animal or come over and say hi???????????????”

You can hear the abuse of punctuation.

Diamond heard them before he saw them, too distracted by his own uncertainty to really notice movement in the trees. He turned his head and then squinted, taking in the tiny things. Maybe not so tiny. Tinier than him, at least, which was pretty tiny. Maybe?

He was smaller than buildings and trees, so Diamond was struggling with that a bit.

“What the fuck is ‘hi’? What the fuck is ‘zoo’?” he shouted back, swinging the bag over his shoulder and edging out into The Wilds anyways. If there were other people out here, it probably wasn’t that dangerous. And they were rude too! Which meant they were almost definitely friends, and Diamond had a feeling he could always use more friends.

And if they weren’t friends, maybe he could steal something off of them. Win-win!

Chi rolls her eyes, not bothering with his questions, while Dol snickers softly in the background.

“What the fuck are you??????????????? Other than new??????????????????”

She comes closer, close enough to jab Diamond in the chest.

“You glow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it’s glowier than our glow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The tiny lights on her forehead and under her eyes light up for emphasis.

“Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

They were super rude. Diamond was feeling happier about this by the minute. He poked her hard in the forehead in return, jeering a little at her glow, which was absolutely nowhere near as impressive as his glow. He was the king of glowing. Whatever the fuck a king was.

“Fuck you!” he returned gleefully, squinting at her partner before poking her again. “I’m Diamond, which is basically the best name ever. And I’m the best at being Diamond. You ever been that? No? Fuck off then! With your shit glow!”

“Diamond, like the stupid rock???????????????? It’s basically the shittiest name ever, while the best names are Chi and Dol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Names that totally coincidentally belong to us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She jabs him equally hard in the stomach.

“So!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nightlight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why are you dipshitting around at the edge of the woods?????????????????????????? Don’t you know there are monsters in there????????????????????”

Chi grins, clearly teasing.

“As if! Chidol is the dumbest name ever! I didn’t even know diamonds were a rock!” He cackled again, then turned his head to look out into the forest with interest. Monsters. He liked the sound of monsters. Monsters had to be smaller than trees, right?

“What the fuck is monster even? I wanna meet one! If they’re out in these fucking big ass trees and bullshit leaves, I’m gonna fucking meet one. Better than buzzy buildings!”

He grinned back, showing several rows of sharp, serrated teeth. “So, where they at?”

Having separated from his new frienemy in his explorations of the city, Diamond eventually found the border with the forest. It was much more intimidatingly large than expected; somehow ‘forest’ made it sound small and soft.

It was not small or soft.

He rambled at the border for a bit, the hum of the city in the back of his skull with the blessedly empty forest to his front. He wasn’t quite brave enough to venture out there yet. Not alone. Maybe he’d track down Scanner again and poke him until he ran this way.

Chi readjusts the pack on her back and tries to tamp down her excitement. Streetlights! Food you don’t have to prepare yourself! People to annoy!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not that there’s anything wrong with holing up in the woods, mind- but anyone she and Dol had met on their travels wasn’t particularly prone to hobnobbing it around with a pair of tiny gremlins, and Chi is bored. Bored!!!!!!!!!!

They’ve been walking for a couple days and now they’re finally, finally at the outskirts of Koh. Chi turns to Dol and grins wide, bouncing up and down on her heels.

Dol smiles faintly, reaching over and squeezing Chi’s hand. They’re not particularly enthused about lights and noises and people for their own sake, it overwhelms them easily, but Chi missed -is missed the word to use, when you don’t remember your past?- having other sources of entertainment.

And that’s about when they stumble over the grey dude dithering at the edge of the forest. They’ve got that newbie look, and, perhaps more tellingly, the newbie bag. Chi, true to form, skips forward a few feet, grinning, and shouts out a hello. Dol lets go of Chi’s hand and hangs back a couple-ten feet, watching.

“Hey fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You going to pace around like a zoo animal or come over and say hi???????????????”

You can hear the abuse of punctuation.

Diamond heard them before he saw them, too distracted by his own uncertainty to really notice movement in the trees. He turned his head and then squinted, taking in the tiny things. Maybe not so tiny. Tinier than him, at least, which was pretty tiny. Maybe?

He was smaller than buildings and trees, so Diamond was struggling with that a bit.

“What the fuck is ‘hi’? What the fuck is ‘zoo’?” he shouted back, swinging the bag over his shoulder and edging out into The Wilds anyways. If there were other people out here, it probably wasn’t that dangerous. And they were rude too! Which meant they were almost definitely friends, and Diamond had a feeling he could always use more friends.

And if they weren’t friends, maybe he could steal something off of them. Win-win!

Chi rolls her eyes, not bothering with his questions, while Dol snickers softly in the background.

“What the fuck are you??????????????? Other than new??????????????????”

She comes closer, close enough to jab Diamond in the chest.

“You glow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it’s glowier than our glow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The tiny lights on her forehead and under her eyes light up for emphasis.

“Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

They were super rude. Diamond was feeling happier about this by the minute. He poked her hard in the forehead in return, jeering a little at her glow, which was absolutely nowhere near as impressive as his glow. He was the king of glowing. Whatever the fuck a king was.

“Fuck you!” he returned gleefully, squinting at her partner before poking her again. “I’m Diamond, which is basically the best name ever. And I’m the best at being Diamond. You ever been that? No? Fuck off then! With your shit glow!”

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

“Probably”, Scanner rolled his eyes. There it was again! He angled his head so a glowing green…. strand? Of something? Fell over his face. Weird.

“What the fuck…? It didn’t do that before…” he grumbled, crossing his eyes to get a better look at the glowing cables that were apparently attached to his head. Just in that moment the glow switched off again.

“You’re like me!” he said, clearly delighted. The glow hadn’t registered before, but now that it was off he could see it clearly. Diamond poked the cables with manic interest, giggling softly as he did.

“Why aren’t they under your skin? Why are they green? They’re green, right? You’re green. That’s great! You look so stupid.”

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

Scanner shut his eyes tightly at the barrage of nonsense that assaulted his brain. Huh. Iiiiinteresting.

(75-a: Yes I can, you stupid fuck. What you can’t? But you totally reacted when I tried to poke you the first time!)

Opening his eyes again and blinking against the light he began rummaging around in his own bag and pulled out and almost identical looking device. It fit perfectly into his grasper claw. Not that he really needed it except to display stuff at other people, apparently. He’d have to poke at the thing later to figure out what he could pull out of it.

He stared at the device in fascination, then pulled it close to his face. Jabbing at different parts of the screen yielded a bunch of holoscreens in response, and he let out another cackle at the sight, despite the faint buzz in the front of his skull.

“It zapped my head! Nothing like this, fucking cool shit!” He cackled again, jabbing at the holokeyboard with delight. “Make it do things!”

(Diamond: Words words words words wooooooords.)

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Scanner snickered, delightedly and pulled and prodded at the thing some more (with his brain, not his fingers. Those were still clinging to the blanket and the bag). He couldn’t find out how to do anything more sophisticated than rearrange the holoscreens and display more words for the moment, however. Boring.

(75-a: Yes words. Incredible. what an accomplishment. Look at me being impressed.)

He wasn’t sure if the rearranged holoscreens depicting a smiley face like the Facilitator had worn actually translated. He wasn’t even sure if he cared.

Diamond watched the screens and then cackled with delight again, jabbing at them some more. This was all way better than his initial waking up, and as he jabbed his coordination over his fingers grew stronger. He eventually tapped out another message and sent it out, giggling like a maniac the entire time.

(Diamond: I’m the best thing that’s ever existed ever and I can make words happen.)

“I did it,” he said smugly after sending it, unconcerned with the little skill it required. He was the best. At everything.

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(75-a: Unbelievable. I shall worship you as a god oh master of typing out your thoughts with hands. Truly never would I thought to witness something like this with my own eyes.)

Scanner laughed, almost silently and poked one of Diamond’s neckfrills with his fingers, just to see what would happen. That light in his peripheral vision happened again and he turned his head slightly. The light moved as well. Wha-….

He jumped in surprise – apparently the soft skin of his frills was sensitive, good to know – and turned a glare on Scanner. It wasn’t a particularly angry glare, mostly annoyed, and he waved all the holoscreens back into his device with a dismissive gesture.

Cool.

“What’s that for, huh? What if I’d started fucking bleeding and… I wonder what color my blood is.” Diamond stared off into the distance for a few seconds, then snapped back to himself and jabbed a finger into Scanner’s neck. “See how you like it. What’re you looking at?”

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Scanner snickered and caught Diamond’s hand in his grasper, turning it over to look at it. Grey skiGrey was a cool skincolor. Skin was a cool consept in general!

“Then you’d bleed and probably punch me or something!” he replied cheerfully and began poking at Diamond’s hand, still trying to see the source of the light.

“Keep seeing a light but I can’t see where it’s coming from, fucking weird,” he grumbled.

Diamond wiggled his fingers in Scanner’s grip, trying to see what was so interesting about them. Nothing that he could see, beyond the fact that they were fingers. All his glowing bits were up higher.

He probably wasn’t the light, then.

“Where’s it at? I can’t see it.” He peered around anyways, on the off chance it would show itself. “Are you crazy? I think you’re crazy. What’s crazy. I’m crazy?”

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

Scanner shut his eyes tightly at the barrage of nonsense that assaulted his brain. Huh. Iiiiinteresting.

(75-a: Yes I can, you stupid fuck. What you can’t? But you totally reacted when I tried to poke you the first time!)

Opening his eyes again and blinking against the light he began rummaging around in his own bag and pulled out and almost identical looking device. It fit perfectly into his grasper claw. Not that he really needed it except to display stuff at other people, apparently. He’d have to poke at the thing later to figure out what he could pull out of it.

He stared at the device in fascination, then pulled it close to his face. Jabbing at different parts of the screen yielded a bunch of holoscreens in response, and he let out another cackle at the sight, despite the faint buzz in the front of his skull.

“It zapped my head! Nothing like this, fucking cool shit!” He cackled again, jabbing at the holokeyboard with delight. “Make it do things!”

(Diamond: Words words words words wooooooords.)

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Scanner snickered, delightedly and pulled and prodded at the thing some more (with his brain, not his fingers. Those were still clinging to the blanket and the bag). He couldn’t find out how to do anything more sophisticated than rearrange the holoscreens and display more words for the moment, however. Boring.

(75-a: Yes words. Incredible. what an accomplishment. Look at me being impressed.)

He wasn’t sure if the rearranged holoscreens depicting a smiley face like the Facilitator had worn actually translated. He wasn’t even sure if he cared.

Diamond watched the screens and then cackled with delight again, jabbing at them some more. This was all way better than his initial waking up, and as he jabbed his coordination over his fingers grew stronger. He eventually tapped out another message and sent it out, giggling like a maniac the entire time.

(Diamond: I’m the best thing that’s ever existed ever and I can make words happen.)

“I did it,” he said smugly after sending it, unconcerned with the little skill it required. He was the best. At everything.

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(75-a: Unbelievable. I shall worship you as a god oh master of typing out your thoughts with hands. Truly never would I thought to witness something like this with my own eyes.)

Scanner laughed, almost silently and poked one of Diamond’s neckfrills with his fingers, just to see what would happen. That light in his peripheral vision happened again and he turned his head slightly. The light moved as well. Wha-….

He jumped in surprise -- apparently the soft skin of his frills was sensitive, good to know -- and turned a glare on Scanner. It wasn’t a particularly angry glare, mostly annoyed, and he waved all the holoscreens back into his device with a dismissive gesture.

Cool.

“What’s that for, huh? What if I’d started fucking bleeding and... I wonder what color my blood is.” Diamond stared off into the distance for a few seconds, then snapped back to himself and jabbed a finger into Scanner’s neck. “See how you like it. What’re you looking at?”

Having separated from his new frienemy in his explorations of the city, Diamond eventually found the border with the forest. It was much more intimidatingly large than expected; somehow ‘forest’ made it sound small and soft.

It was not small or soft.

He rambled at the border for a bit, the hum of the city in the back of his skull with the blessedly empty forest to his front. He wasn’t quite brave enough to venture out there yet. Not alone. Maybe he’d track down Scanner again and poke him until he ran this way.

Chi readjusts the pack on her back and tries to tamp down her excitement. Streetlights! Food you don’t have to prepare yourself! People to annoy!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not that there’s anything wrong with holing up in the woods, mind- but anyone she and Dol had met on their travels wasn’t particularly prone to hobnobbing it around with a pair of tiny gremlins, and Chi is bored. Bored!!!!!!!!!!

They’ve been walking for a couple days and now they’re finally, finally at the outskirts of Koh. Chi turns to Dol and grins wide, bouncing up and down on her heels.

Dol smiles faintly, reaching over and squeezing Chi’s hand. They’re not particularly enthused about lights and noises and people for their own sake, it overwhelms them easily, but Chi missed -is missed the word to use, when you don’t remember your past?- having other sources of entertainment.

And that’s about when they stumble over the grey dude dithering at the edge of the forest. They’ve got that newbie look, and, perhaps more tellingly, the newbie bag. Chi, true to form, skips forward a few feet, grinning, and shouts out a hello. Dol lets go of Chi’s hand and hangs back a couple-ten feet, watching.

“Hey fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You going to pace around like a zoo animal or come over and say hi???????????????”

You can hear the abuse of punctuation.

Diamond heard them before he saw them, too distracted by his own uncertainty to really notice movement in the trees. He turned his head and then squinted, taking in the tiny things. Maybe not so tiny. Tinier than him, at least, which was pretty tiny. Maybe?

He was smaller than buildings and trees, so Diamond was struggling with that a bit.

“What the fuck is ‘hi’? What the fuck is ‘zoo’?” he shouted back, swinging the bag over his shoulder and edging out into The Wilds anyways. If there were other people out here, it probably wasn’t that dangerous. And they were rude too! Which meant they were almost definitely friends, and Diamond had a feeling he could always use more friends.

And if they weren’t friends, maybe he could steal something off of them. Win-win!

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

Scanner shut his eyes tightly at the barrage of nonsense that assaulted his brain. Huh. Iiiiinteresting.

(75-a: Yes I can, you stupid fuck. What you can’t? But you totally reacted when I tried to poke you the first time!)

Opening his eyes again and blinking against the light he began rummaging around in his own bag and pulled out and almost identical looking device. It fit perfectly into his grasper claw. Not that he really needed it except to display stuff at other people, apparently. He’d have to poke at the thing later to figure out what he could pull out of it.

He stared at the device in fascination, then pulled it close to his face. Jabbing at different parts of the screen yielded a bunch of holoscreens in response, and he let out another cackle at the sight, despite the faint buzz in the front of his skull.

“It zapped my head! Nothing like this, fucking cool shit!” He cackled again, jabbing at the holokeyboard with delight. “Make it do things!”

(Diamond: Words words words words wooooooords.)

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Scanner snickered, delightedly and pulled and prodded at the thing some more (with his brain, not his fingers. Those were still clinging to the blanket and the bag). He couldn’t find out how to do anything more sophisticated than rearrange the holoscreens and display more words for the moment, however. Boring.

(75-a: Yes words. Incredible. what an accomplishment. Look at me being impressed.)

He wasn’t sure if the rearranged holoscreens depicting a smiley face like the Facilitator had worn actually translated. He wasn’t even sure if he cared.

Diamond watched the screens and then cackled with delight again, jabbing at them some more. This was all way better than his initial waking up, and as he jabbed his coordination over his fingers grew stronger. He eventually tapped out another message and sent it out, giggling like a maniac the entire time.

(Diamond: I’m the best thing that’s ever existed ever and I can make words happen.)

“I did it,” he said smugly after sending it, unconcerned with the little skill it required. He was the best. At everything.

Having separated from his new frienemy in his explorations of the city, Diamond eventually found the border with the forest. It was much more intimidatingly large than expected; somehow ‘forest’ made it sound small and soft.

It was not small or soft.

He rambled at the border for a bit, the hum of the city in the back of his skull with the blessedly empty forest to his front. He wasn’t quite brave enough to venture out there yet. Not alone. Maybe he’d track down Scanner again and poke him until he ran this way.

#para #closed #puckeries

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

Scanner shut his eyes tightly at the barrage of nonsense that assaulted his brain. Huh. Iiiiinteresting.

(75-a: Yes I can, you stupid fuck. What you can’t? But you totally reacted when I tried to poke you the first time!)

Opening his eyes again and blinking against the light he began rummaging around in his own bag and pulled out and almost identical looking device. It fit perfectly into his grasper claw. Not that he really needed it except to display stuff at other people, apparently. He’d have to poke at the thing later to figure out what he could pull out of it.

He stared at the device in fascination, then pulled it close to his face. Jabbing at different parts of the screen yielded a bunch of holoscreens in response, and he let out another cackle at the sight, despite the faint buzz in the front of his skull.

“It zapped my head! Nothing like this, fucking cool shit!” He cackled again, jabbing at the holokeyboard with delight. “Make it do things!”

(Diamond: Words words words words wooooooords.)

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

Scanner made a startled noise and took a step back at the poke and frowned harder.

Something in his peripheral view lit up green and he clucthed the blanket and his bag tighter. Stop looking at these they were his.

“Fucking Diamond is a stupid name,” he pointed out, then grinned, demeanor shifting without warning as he poked back with long fingers made of a shiny and smooth green material. “I’m Scanner @ Crawler’s Den.”

Diamond jumped at the poke, then cataloged the new sensation and filed it away. He also filed away the concept of jumping. His legs could do things. That would require further experimentation later. Maybe his arms… could also do things…? No, he had to focus. He could go mad with power later.

(Mad with power?)

“Fucking Diamond is a stupid name, but Scanner @ Crawler’s Den is stupider. It’s just Diamond. Stupid.” Despite his caustic tone, he was grinning wide, and he poked Scanner again just because. “Wanna give me your shit?”

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“Fuck no, it’s mine and you can’t touch it. And Scanner’s a perfect name because it‘s mine, you’re just jealous!” He waggled his fingers threateningly, he wasn’t going to shy away from a full on poking war! In fact he kind of wanted to touch Diamond’s weird teal neck thingies to see how they felt.

This entire thing was weird. People were, apparently, weird as hell. Also his own voice sounded stupid. He reached out again to poke at things with his brain and found something that felt like he could hold on in the general direction of Diamond. Hah.

(75-a: Answer meeeeeeeeee)

… Something in Diamond’s bag made a noise.

Again that zing across his brain, and Diamond made a face. It wasn’t a comfortable zing, but he was getting better at telling when it happened. The background static wasn’t as hard on his head either. He gave Scanner a final poke, then began to dig in his bag until…

Well. It made noise, whatever it was.

“What. What is this. Make it do sounds again.” He held up the object between one finger and his thumb like a volatile object, and briefly felt a spurt of longing for… something. Something bad probably. The screen was glowing and it looked made to fit in his hand, which was weird. The rest of the contents of his bag could wait. “Do it agaaaaaain.”

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“Stop poking me and I will!” he crowed in respons.

Scanner leaned over excitedly to see what was going on clearer. The whole reaching out with his brain thing still felt weird as fuck but he got the vague feeling it was something he could get the hang of. It was already a little easier to feel for what he had pulled at earlier and tug at that hold again.

(75-a: Cmon man answer me the right way this is getting stupid.)

The thing in Diamond’s hand made the sound again. Ooooo…

Diamond let out a whooping cackle of delight, shaking the electronic a little before he realized that the screen had lit up as well. It took a second for him to puzzle out the screen, but once it was unlocked, he angled it so that Scanner could see the words on it as well.

“What! You can talk to it? Do it again!” He jabbed at the screen, sending a mash of letters and symbols without much sense to them. Reading he could do, but writing was proving difficult. Whatever. It’s not like it mattered.

(Diamond: dsahfJJJU%*%& hdfjks 55555555)

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

Scanner made a startled noise and took a step back at the poke and frowned harder.

Something in his peripheral view lit up green and he clucthed the blanket and his bag tighter. Stop looking at these they were his.

“Fucking Diamond is a stupid name,” he pointed out, then grinned, demeanor shifting without warning as he poked back with long fingers made of a shiny and smooth green material. “I’m Scanner @ Crawler’s Den.”

Diamond jumped at the poke, then cataloged the new sensation and filed it away. He also filed away the concept of jumping. His legs could do things. That would require further experimentation later. Maybe his arms… could also do things…? No, he had to focus. He could go mad with power later.

(Mad with power?)

“Fucking Diamond is a stupid name, but Scanner @ Crawler’s Den is stupider. It’s just Diamond. Stupid.” Despite his caustic tone, he was grinning wide, and he poked Scanner again just because. “Wanna give me your shit?”

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“Fuck no, it’s mine and you can’t touch it. And Scanner’s a perfect name because it‘s mine, you’re just jealous!” He waggled his fingers threateningly, he wasn’t going to shy away from a full on poking war! In fact he kind of wanted to touch Diamond’s weird teal neck thingies to see how they felt.

This entire thing was weird. People were, apparently, weird as hell. Also his own voice sounded stupid. He reached out again to poke at things with his brain and found something that felt like he could hold on in the general direction of Diamond. Hah.

(75-a: Answer meeeeeeeeee)

… Something in Diamond’s bag made a noise.

Again that zing across his brain, and Diamond made a face. It wasn’t a comfortable zing, but he was getting better at telling when it happened. The background static wasn’t as hard on his head either. He gave Scanner a final poke, then began to dig in his bag until...

Well. It made noise, whatever it was.

“What. What is this. Make it do sounds again.” He held up the object between one finger and his thumb like a volatile object, and briefly felt a spurt of longing for... something. Something bad probably. The screen was glowing and it looked made to fit in his hand, which was weird. The rest of the contents of his bag could wait. “Do it agaaaaaain.”

octogendiamond replied to your post: I sense annoyancessss

Hey. Hey “buddy”. Hey “friend”. Hey. HEY.

I’m a fucking psychic.

Hey. “Pal”.

I’m not your pal. What do you want.

Heeeeyyyyy.

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GASP they’re in my heaaaaad

No, you.

No, me.

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

Scanner made a startled noise and took a step back at the poke and frowned harder.

Something in his peripheral view lit up green and he clucthed the blanket and his bag tighter. Stop looking at these they were his.

“Fucking Diamond is a stupid name,” he pointed out, then grinned, demeanor shifting without warning as he poked back with long fingers made of a shiny and smooth green material. “I’m Scanner @ Crawler’s Den.”

Diamond jumped at the poke, then cataloged the new sensation and filed it away. He also filed away the concept of jumping. His legs could do things. That would require further experimentation later. Maybe his arms... could also do things...? No, he had to focus. He could go mad with power later.

(Mad with power?)

“Fucking Diamond is a stupid name, but Scanner @ Crawler’s Den is stupider. It’s just Diamond. Stupid.” Despite his caustic tone, he was grinning wide, and he poked Scanner again just because. “Wanna give me your shit?”

octogendiamond replied to your post: I sense annoyancessss

Hey. Hey “buddy”. Hey “friend”. Hey. HEY.

I’m a fucking psychic.

Hey. “Pal”.

I’m not your pal. What do you want.

Heeeeyyyyy.

octogendiamond replied to your post: I sense annoyancessss

Hey. Hey “buddy”. Hey “friend”. Hey. HEY.

I’m a fucking psychic.

Hey. “Pal”.

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

The first things remembered by every person to be sent to Gaen'ea are the blank white faces of the Facilitators. They surround their newly ‘born’ prisoner, saying calming things in what seems to be the prisoner’s native tongue. It is not, of course, as they installed a universal translator if one was not previously there.

On the ground the Dais of Koh begins to glow, bringing a crowd. They, the ones that truly rule this world with their ‘magics’ and technology, have decided to gift the world with a new life. The transportation is warm, for both the viewers and the participant, every section of the new prisoner’s body being yanked down to the gorgeous marble dais. Standing where they always do a tall Facilitator, with its arms open wide and its blank face lit only by a simple pair of lines and a curve meant to mimic a neutral-looking smile. This ‘face’ is clearly made of some kind of lights behind a thin material but remains there, like a static lit face one would place after a text note.

“Welcome Diamond! All shall welcome this new denizen of our wondrous world! You will not hunger, there will always be care for your wounds, and others may aid you in housing. This is your world, we have made it for all of you! Welcome Diamond!”

The crowd cheers, crowing the name of the newcomer. This cheering doesn’t last long, however, as many people have places to be and things other than newcomers to care about. Most of them disperse, knowing that this Diamond will have things explained to them by the Facilitator. The Facilitator whom hasn’t moved from its position other than to lower its arms.

The two arms it lowers fade out of existence, leaving a disk where each shoulder should be. Two more sets of arms remain visible, being made of a soft blue light, and hold a blanket and a bag both of which are sized with the newcomer in mind.

Problem: Diamond (this was almost definitely his name) had no idea where to start. Hunger, wounds, and housing were apparently a nonissue, which was nice given that hunger, wounds, and housing were vague notions that he was only barely able to grasp at the moment.

The red diamond in his chest pulsed slowly with his heartbeat, held to an artificial level of calm that he really wasn’t feeling right now. Still, it had given him a name, so maybe it would help here? Maybe it would magically make everything make sense. Maybe it was magic.

Diamond attempted to stand.

Right. Toes face the other way, knees forward, ankles back. Diamond attempted to stand again.

This time he had a little more success, and wobbling on his feet, he reached for the blanket (?) and bag (?), making rapid connections between concepts and the objects in front of him. It was the first time he’d every touched a blanket before. This was a terrifying prospect.

“You may be confused,” It cheerfully spoke, arms fading out to leave it as little more than a seemingly floating torso. “All are after being reborn! This is Koh, the capital of Gaen’ea! You could live here or you could venture to the forests of Gaen’ea as a whole. Know that this is your world, and you will always be cared for.”

The facial ‘expression’ on the Facilitator changed to a grin-like emoticon. “Many others have had rebirths like your own, find them! They will help you, or maybe not. Probably! Be safe!”

The emoticon was quickly erased by a series of letters and numbers, including the word ‘diamond’ and a word that hadn’t been said ‘K’lat’. Numbers and letters flowed after it and soon the text turned a bright green only to be replaced by a large and rather friendly looking check-mark. With that facial display done, the Facilitator turned and zipped away to abandon the newcomer to this world.

Diamond stared as the… thing… spoke, letting the words flow through him as he slowly became aware of his body, piece by piece. Warmth and air movement on his skin – more on the soft, blue patches than on the harder grey – the faint staticky buzz through his head – the way his joints sat naturally and the ways they moved.

“Yeah. Got it. Fantastic.” That was his voice? Not how he expected, but to be honest, Diamond didn’t know what to expect.

He read and dismissed the text as unimportant, peering around instead. Once the Facilitator was gone, he carefully edged his way off of the dais, mobile toes feeling for texture and grip as he did. This was just… wonderful. He still had no clue where he was or what the fuck a forest was, but if this place didn’t have any answers, somewhere else might.

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Turned out he hadn’t actually gotten very far before stuff started happening again. Or checked if there was anything in the bag. He was still clutching the blanket to his chest when the new guy (?) appeared. Who also had a blanket and a bag. Hm.

He reached out- not with his hand or the, apparently, pincer like grasper claw on his other arm. With his brain, somehow. He had no idea how or why but it was his first instinct.

(75-a: Poke?)

Diamond was still navigating the terrifying prospect of walking when something zinged across his brain like a streak of lightning. It was… not the oddest sensation he’d had since waking up, but it was up there. The timer on his chest reversed a countdown for a couple seconds before reverting back to its usual series of zeros.

What the fuck.

“What the fuck?” He peered around, looking for a culprit, and settled on the skinny bastard who was also holding a blanket. A fellow blanketeer, perhaps. Maybe… he could steal the blanket? Wait, fuck, probably not. Diamond sidled over there anyways. “What the fuck?”

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“What the fuck yourself,” Scanner replied, voice lacking the sort of sting he had tried to aim for. It struck him as vaguely wrong that the grey-skinned had replied out loud, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. He frowned. The other guy looked weird but in an interesting way. Also an entirely different kind of weird from the Facilitator-guys. Or from the glimpses of what he assumed were people that came to mind. For one he was not leaking green stuff (blood????) all over the place, and that was distressing, better not to think about that too hard right now.

He was staring the other guy down either way. Because he could. Maybe he could intimidate the blanket off of him. Maybe the bag, though he wasn’t sure if the bags were the valuable thing here. Blankets had an obvious value. His eyes were darting around, trying to assess the situation, though he had no idea what to look for.

Diamond eyed the green thing warily, then slowly and carefully stuffed his blanket in the straps of his bag. It was easier to carry with one hand that way. With his other hand free, he rubbed at his glowing chest and then poked the stranger. For science. And partly so he could figure out if theft was still in his future.

“What’s your nnnnnnnname?” That sounded right. “I guess I’m fucking Diamond.”

He squinted at the stranger’s bag a little hopefully. Maybe he could use his... people skills... to convince him to hand over the bag. For science. Whatever the fuck science was.

Welcome to Gaen’ea, Diamond!

The first things remembered by every person to be sent to Gaen'ea are the blank white faces of the Facilitators. They surround their newly ‘born’ prisoner, saying calming things in what seems to be the prisoner’s native tongue. It is not, of course, as they installed a universal translator if one was not previously there.

On the ground the Dais of Koh begins to glow, bringing a crowd. They, the ones that truly rule this world with their ‘magics’ and technology, have decided to gift the world with a new life. The transportation is warm, for both the viewers and the participant, every section of the new prisoner’s body being yanked down to the gorgeous marble dais. Standing where they always do a tall Facilitator, with its arms open wide and its blank face lit only by a simple pair of lines and a curve meant to mimic a neutral-looking smile. This ‘face’ is clearly made of some kind of lights behind a thin material but remains there, like a static lit face one would place after a text note.

“Welcome Diamond! All shall welcome this new denizen of our wondrous world! You will not hunger, there will always be care for your wounds, and others may aid you in housing. This is your world, we have made it for all of you! Welcome Diamond!”

The crowd cheers, crowing the name of the newcomer. This cheering doesn’t last long, however, as many people have places to be and things other than newcomers to care about. Most of them disperse, knowing that this Diamond will have things explained to them by the Facilitator. The Facilitator whom hasn’t moved from its position other than to lower its arms.

The two arms it lowers fade out of existence, leaving a disk where each shoulder should be. Two more sets of arms remain visible, being made of a soft blue light, and hold a blanket and a bag both of which are sized with the newcomer in mind.

Problem: Diamond (this was almost definitely his name) had no idea where to start. Hunger, wounds, and housing were apparently a nonissue, which was nice given that hunger, wounds, and housing were vague notions that he was only barely able to grasp at the moment.

The red diamond in his chest pulsed slowly with his heartbeat, held to an artificial level of calm that he really wasn’t feeling right now. Still, it had given him a name, so maybe it would help here? Maybe it would magically make everything make sense. Maybe it was magic.

Diamond attempted to stand.

Right. Toes face the other way, knees forward, ankles back. Diamond attempted to stand again.

This time he had a little more success, and wobbling on his feet, he reached for the blanket (?) and bag (?), making rapid connections between concepts and the objects in front of him. It was the first time he’d every touched a blanket before. This was a terrifying prospect.

“You may be confused,” It cheerfully spoke, arms fading out to leave it as little more than a seemingly floating torso. “All are after being reborn! This is Koh, the capital of Gaen’ea! You could live here or you could venture to the forests of Gaen’ea as a whole. Know that this is your world, and you will always be cared for.”

The facial ‘expression’ on the Facilitator changed to a grin-like emoticon. “Many others have had rebirths like your own, find them! They will help you, or maybe not. Probably! Be safe!”

The emoticon was quickly erased by a series of letters and numbers, including the word ‘diamond’ and a word that hadn’t been said ‘K’lat’. Numbers and letters flowed after it and soon the text turned a bright green only to be replaced by a large and rather friendly looking check-mark. With that facial display done, the Facilitator turned and zipped away to abandon the newcomer to this world.

Diamond stared as the… thing… spoke, letting the words flow through him as he slowly became aware of his body, piece by piece. Warmth and air movement on his skin – more on the soft, blue patches than on the harder grey – the faint staticky buzz through his head – the way his joints sat naturally and the ways they moved.

“Yeah. Got it. Fantastic.” That was his voice? Not how he expected, but to be honest, Diamond didn’t know what to expect.

He read and dismissed the text as unimportant, peering around instead. Once the Facilitator was gone, he carefully edged his way off of the dais, mobile toes feeling for texture and grip as he did. This was just… wonderful. He still had no clue where he was or what the fuck a forest was, but if this place didn’t have any answers, somewhere else might.

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Turned out he hadn’t actually gotten very far before stuff started happening again. Or checked if there was anything in the bag. He was still clutching the blanket to his chest when the new guy (?) appeared. Who also had a blanket and a bag. Hm.

He reached out- not with his hand or the, apparently, pincer like grasper claw on his other arm. With his brain, somehow. He had no idea how or why but it was his first instinct.

(75-a: Poke?)

Diamond was still navigating the terrifying prospect of walking when something zinged across his brain like a streak of lightning. It was... not the oddest sensation he’d had since waking up, but it was up there. The timer on his chest reversed a countdown for a couple seconds before reverting back to its usual series of zeros.

What the fuck.

“What the fuck?” He peered around, looking for a culprit, and settled on the skinny bastard who was also holding a blanket. A fellow blanketeer, perhaps. Maybe... he could steal the blanket? Wait, fuck, probably not. Diamond sidled over there anyways. “What the fuck?”

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