#palevurm

[beyond-use]

@palevurm​ || SPIRALEFES STARTER CALL

Rung had asked the Pale King to accompany him on his visit to the star garden. Things had happened during the last bout of Spirale chaos, things that Rung felt might need to be addressed before they interfered with Pale King’s therapy. He wanted to address them here, outside of his office; the Wyrm was already having some difficulty opening up during sessions, and treating their odd, painful interaction as an “issue” to be overcome there probably wouldn’t help. Rung wanted this to be as casual and as free of discomfort as possible, and he could think of nowhere more comfortable for a pair of gods than the beauty of the heavens.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he said warmly, bending to examine a little tri-mooned planet with unabashed affection. Among other things, recent events had brought with them memories. All of them. Those millennia still locked behind the veil of information creep had rushed to the forefront of his processor-- he had lived as Primus again, here, and that strange return to the past filled him with an aching sort of nostalgia for simpler times. Being in this garden was like being out there; it was pleasant enough to make the conversation at hand barely feel awkward at all.

“I wanted to ask how you were doing after... all of that. Not as your therapist, just as an acquaintance. I’m still trying to come back to ‘myself’-- it’s been a terribly disorienting ordeal. I’d imagine it’s been especially so for you, I mean... undergoing a physical and mental change can’t be easy.”

[rainonglass]

Knock knock. Open up, it's Pale King!

     Incredible stroke of luck that Quirrel happens to be home!

     “Just a moment.” The sound of a canteen filling up, the rustling of fabric.

     Quirrel opens the door.

     He immediately moves to slam it shut.

[thelostvessel]

‘Hey dad, I got a gift for you.’ Xey handed him a cardboard cut-out of a buzzsaw with the words “FUCK YOU” spray-painted on it in bright red.

@palevurm​

[phasemacha]

∆!

[birdlistener]

t poses @ you to assert dominance

oh you think u can win? i’m the master at this

[isolaradiale]

Requesting a hiatus for Pale King from Hollow Knight & DJ Subatomic Supernova from No Straight Roads. Today's date is 11/17

Both will be placed on hiatus!

– ⋆ δCaeli

[hjoenk]

@palevurm​ honk

Sometimes, it was good not to ask questions. Of course, in a studious environment, like a laboratory, or in this case; a university — everyone is highly encouraged to question matters, but there are lines you just don't cross. For example, what is a goose doing in this lecture, sitting right next to me? Or, why is a goose pecking on my our table? You simply don't ask these things.

Or maybe you do, but you wouldn't get much of a response. Except, HONK!

— it screeched, right before the others ears. It interrupted the professor as well, who in turn shot a glare to their direction, only to continue on with the lesson as if nothing happened. This is going to be a long lecture.

Hopefully, whoever is sitting next to this avian wasn't planning to learn much today.

[bossrocket]

@palevurm​​​ || ISOLA STARTER CALL!

Blurr’s been having an adequate time at the festivities so far, but he’s particularly excited by this event; out of everything the Stars have to offer, this zero-gravity dome seems the most practical. Not only is it helping him feel less weighed-down and slow, but he can also at least pretend that floating around the little arena constitutes “training.”

After all, while he’s fared better in space than many grounders, without his speed he’s as helpless as any other non-flight frame when his wheels are off the ground. Practicing maneuvers here is the closest thing to productivity he’s managed to find since his arrival in Spirale even if he’s mostly just entertaining himself by spinning around in circles in the middle of the sphere.

Blurr perks up when he notices another resident who seems far more well-suited for zero-grav than he is. The strange creature lacks the thrusters necessary for navigating this sort of environment, but it has wings outstretched and that’s certainly something. The Autobot watches the stranger for a while, intrigued, and eventually begins to slowly make his way over to it.

“You’re the first lifeform I’ve seen here that’s capable of flight,” he says by way of greeting, pointing at the rather beautiful wings extending from his new conversation partner. 

“One would assume that thatwouldgiveyouanadvantageinhere. If you’re not busy-- andyoucertainlydon’tlookbusy-- would you consider sparring with me? There’dbenodangerofyougettinghurtsinceyouwouldbetheoneperforming offensive maneuvers andI’djustbetryingtoeffectivelyevade. In theory, your form would make you an ideal partner regardless of whether you have experience fighting sowouldyouatleasttry?”