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[vinzstar]

You just LOVE purplebloods.

[apoapsis]

@scrap-bunny​ // ♥

                    Vacant lavender eyes blink back to awareness slowly as the scene comes back into focus, the blaring alarms and blinking indicators slowly coming into clarity over the high pitched whine ringing in his ears as he comes back to awareness.

Right.

                        He had crashed.

Well... Still alive, right? That had to count for something...!

... Are you all right? See if you can move. Do not call for help.

                   At the very least, in sharing a body, he did not have to concern himself with SIEBREN’S physical safety-- which was a great relief to him in moments such as these.

... I... Think I can. Need to figure out where we are...

                  SIGMA grunts as he shifts in the smashed cockpit of the aircraft, using the sleeve of his jumpsuit to clear away some of the moisture on his face-- only to make the discovery that it’s blood. Ah, that explains his blackout. Must have struck his head when the plexiglas shattered. Shakily, he sweeps his hand across the console to clear away some of the debris and shards of tempered glass, his index finger irritably tapping at the displays as they freeze and occasionally flicker unresponsively. Of course. Why would anything on this fucking planet decide to work in his favor? When had his luck ever been in his favor, for that matter?

It’s difficult to find the latch in the gloom of the cockpit with little other than starlight and the unresponsive console’s error screens, leaving his unsteady hand to grope around in the darkness-- however, once he locates it and opens the cockpit with a pressurized hiss as the hydraulics disengage, he’s quick to clamber out of the wreckage, although with his concussion negating his ability to properly utilize his ANOMALY, the sense of vertigo that follows attempting to climb free of the wreck leaves him half sliding-- half falling-- forward from the aircraft cockpit and into a heap on the ground, not thinking to use his hands to stop his momentum when so accustomed to relying on his ANOMALY for his sense of proprioception. “... Fuck.“ He mutters under his breath, grunting from the pained effort it takes to pick himself up off of the ground by hefting himself up onto his hands and knees, as weird as it felt to do so ‘’manually”.

                         The craft itself... Utterly destroyed. While he could, in theory, find a way to make it air and space-worthy again with the proper resources... He’s out in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night-- and although he doesn’t see or hear anything flying above, there’s a fear of his pursuers finding his landing site. He... isn’t sure if he should just cut his losses and abandon the aircraft while he still has his head-start-- but he had been so CLOSE to finally leaving the atmosphere! This was supposed to be his last chance! The final stretch!

“.... STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!“ SIGMA snarls in his frustration at himself, smacking himself in the head despite the pain it further elicits in addition to the mind-numbing headache restricting the usage of his ANOMALY. “I was so close! SO FUCKING CLOSE!”

                           “I... I-I really, really thought we were going to make it...! STUPID!“

You are losing your focus. Repurpose the salvage. Adapt to your surroundings.

                       “... Ugh. Yes, SIEBREN...“ He murmurs softly, halting his miniature tantrum in favor of gathering his focus, as requested, before leaning into the cockpit to begin the tedious process of stripping anything that wouldn’t compromise the system itself, in the off-chance he can return to attempt fixing the aircraft. Right now, he just needs to survive...

[vinzstar]

hi guys sorry for not posting

i yume Chahut now btw

[vinzstar]

this kinda sucks but whatever

[vinzstar]

part 2

[vinzstar]

me and my clown gf

[apoapsis]

@scrap-bunny​ said,

                  "How are ya doin that floaty thing? Do ya feet never touch the ground? Is that why ya not wearin any shoes?"

                      .... Initially, he’s a little confused as to who is addressing him-- at least until he looks down.... Far enough down to where his chin nearly meets his chest.

“-- Ah! I did not see you there-- hello!“

                      “I have harnessed the force of gravity, and as a result... I float!“ His matter-of-factness dissipates somewhat, however, when she goes on to inquire as to why his feet are bare. Ugh. As much as he loves them, even SIGMA finds his patience put to the test by the irrelevant pestering of lesser lifeforms.

“... I just, ah... I became accustomed to not wearing them, I suppose! I am... not fond of the sensation anymore-- and it tends to, ah, interfere, with my focus...“

                      “I do touch the ground on occasion... but yes, I do prefer to float.“