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side blog for @ellipsyb’s hellbox smp character (notably separate from my hallmark character)
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Congrats about getting out of prison
haha,,,, yea im DEFINITELY out of prison,,,, ha,,, yea,,,
@atlas-and-the-stars this u?
the parrot boy closes his eyes and leans his head back against the cool stone, sighing in relief.
thank god, i was starting to think my connection was totally shot. i’m, uh-
he coughs - a stark contrast to his next words.
i’m fine. don’t worry about me. i just, um, i’ve been doing some mining the past... two weeks? maybe a couple of months? i dunno, my clock stopped working on the ninth day in and i’ve been real disoriented down here. but i’m okay. just wanted to get away from everything, have some time to myself to think and all of that.
he sighs again.
i don’t understand, though, why... why that boy did that to me. i know i said that i did, and i think at the time i did, but now i’m not so sure. he wasn’t that type of person. he fought when he had to and only when he had to, because he had hated the ring and its violence so much. sometimes i wonder why he even joined the assassins, and then i remember we were part of a corrupt system of crooks and murderers and fighters, and any way out was a stairway to heaven, even if it meant we ended up homeless and having to steal to survive. some people ended up that way, and we knew we were lucky to have that family that took us in.
his next words are almost a whisper, so quiet neb might have to strain to hear them through the crackle of static.
i just don’t know why he would do it. i swore he loved me, in a friend way or... something else. i swear i thought he did. he was family. i don’t know why he tried to kill me. we could have gotten out of there. i don’t...
he realises he‘s crying.
[finn]
Neb scales the steps to the entrance and shoves open the door. She's already in flight before the time she realizes he's crying. Through the whistling wind and static she asks him calmly.
"Finn, where are you. I'm going to come pick you up. You don't sound well and you need to get out of there. Try and start heading up, ok? I'll meet you. Just tell me where you are and we can go home."
There was concern edged in her voice, an uncertainty about the boys condition. In no way did he seem stable. He's been down there for so long... She needed to get him out of there and fast.
finn jumps slightly at neb’s voice coming through the communicator on his belt. with no sounds but the clank of his pickaxe against stone and his laboured wheezing and coughing, the noise startles him. but then he’s immediately grasping for the communicator, desperate for someone to hear him.
hello? neb? yeah, it’s- it’s finn. can you hear me?
he pauses in his attempt to find a trench or some source of water, and the dust settles around him, offering his lungs a brief reprieve from inhaling stone dust. although he’s sure he’s already breathed in enough of the shit to cause a serious issue. this fact is only confirmed by the cough that wracks his body.
[finn]
A wrinkle of concern forms as she frowns. The loud static paired with the coughing was... not entirely reassuring of the kid's condition. Wherever he was.
"Finn? Yeah, it's me. It's Neb, I can hear you. Are you ok, kid? You don't sound good at all, where are you? Do you need help?"
Neb stood up and started walking up the ravine paths. If he was in trouble she was ready to move.
static crackles steadily, before a voice cuts in and out.
-ello?
-s an-one th-...?
a coughing fit overtakes the speaker and the rough spikes of noise cut waveringly through the constant scratch of static.
-‘s sake, i n- -ome water...
-
finn takes a steadying breath. he mumbles to himself,
one more time.
he clicks the button on his communicator as he hops down a level, climbing over the indent he’s made in the cobblestone.
is anyone listening? anybody?
for a moment there’s no reply. he sighs and heaves his pickaxe into the stone in front of him. maybe someone will hear. he hopes someone will hear.
[finn]
The nether creature winced at the silver communicator around her wrist, crackles of static bouncing loudly in her ear. She flicked the device a few times but to no avail.
"Hello? Hello hello? Is anyone there? Who's trying to get through? The interference is really bad- Are you underground?"
The communicator goes silent for a moment before a new crackle of static burst forth. At least it brought with it a clearer voice.
"Hello? Finn? Is that you?"
finn exhaled softly as he stepped away from the quartz pavilion and into the trees. the gala was a lot of fun, and he had loved getting to know his neighbours and friends better, but he had to separate himself from the glitz and glamour. it was getting to be a bit much for him. twenty or thirty minutes out here by himself and he’d be just fine, he just had to de-stress a bit.
he started humming to himself softly, an old tune he remembered from the fuzzy depths of his mind.
after a minute or so, finn heard a voice from behind call his name. he turned, expecting to see honey or neb calling him back to the party, but instead he saw... well, something. the figure that appeared before him was somewhat translucent and glowing shifting ribbons of shades of yellow and blue. finn recognised the face the figure wore - it was the boy in the picture. he looked a bit different, though. his hair was dry, for one, braided more neatly and adorned with gold chains. he wore a vest like finn’s, although where finn’s was green his was blue, and he wore a blazer of the same colour, a black dress shirt, and slacks along with it.
he didn’t seem entirely... real. almost like a projection.
a ghost, maybe.
he called finn’s name again.
”i...” finn’s voice was scratchy; he swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. “i’m sorry, i- i don’t remember your name.”
the ghost bowed his head. “that’s quite alright. i can’t stay for long, anyways.”
”no? why did you come to see me, then?”
”i have but one request of you. i know you’ve just escaped from hours of dancing the night away, but...” he bowed his head again, just slightly, bashfully. he held a hand out. “could i have just one dance with you?”
finn frowned, confused at the ghost’s request. but he stepped forward anyway and took the hand that the beautiful boy held out to him.
imaginary music played in his head, a blend of the far-off music from the gala and the tune he had been humming earlier. it was an odd mashup, but it fit ironically well as the ghost placed a hand on his waist and waltzed with him around the small clearing.
finn felt like he was flying. no, he’d flown before, and this felt better than that. it was a peaceful, beautiful, and mesmerising experience, to be whisked away by a ghost.
this boy had been important to him, that was a fact he knew for sure. he just had to remember.
for now, though, he was content to stay here as he was.
dancing with a ghost.
how to translate posts in galactic*:
go to the standard galactic translator website
translate galactic into english
go to the cryptii website
use the caesar cipher translator
use shift negative thirteen
translate garbled english into regular english
* this does not work for asks, as most people using galactic in asks will not use the cryptii website and will go straight to the galactic translator. also, as far as i know, i’m the only person who uses the negative thirteen shift.
A large figure perches silently in the branches of an old tree, wanting to say hello to the young fledgling, but not knowing how to announce their presence without startling him.
She pauses for a moment, debating her options, before gently descending to the lowest branch and sitting herself on top, her feathers relaxed and her tail resting.
Hello there!
I don’t think we’ve met, my name is Corin.
She winces internally at her introduction, she never was good at social interaction, but even she could tell that that wasn’t a great start.
Ah, sorry, I’m a bit off at the moment.. lots of stress that I’m working through,
It’s nice to meet you though!
-Corin
finn jumps slightly, wings puffing up behind him, but he relaxes when he sees there is no danger.
oh! hi! i’m finn. that’s perfectly fine, i think we’re all a bit off. it’s nice to meet you as well.
he smiles warmly.
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side blog for @ellipsyb’s hellbox smp character (notably separate from my hallmark character)
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tags
#hbsmp - posts about hellbox
#hsmp - posts about hallmark
#character - in-character posts
#ooc - out-of-character posts
#asks - this is self-explanatory i think
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leave some asks for me to answer in-character!!
update i no longer have any regard for organisation and i forget to tag shit lmao. the only stuff that will probably be tagged unless i remember is ooc posts and triggering stuff (also lmk if you need something tagged for a trigger or content warning).
today i thought a lot about my childhood, if you could even call it that.
how much did i miss? how much should i have done, how much that i didn’t do because of how i was raised? when do most kids learn to read and write? most of them are fluent by my age, i’m sure.
every day i am still learning.
do most children go to school? do their parents teach them?
how many of them could fight before they could speak in full sentences? how many of them learned to fish, gather lumber, hunt, care for a home, instead of learning how to count? how many jumped at the slightest touch? how many were taught to always be on high alert?
was i a normal child?
i do not think so.
the boys i knew when i was young, they thought at first that i was weird, even a bit scary. i thought the same of them - it was unusual to me that their family prioritised academics. they trained, the way i had, but not as much as they learned.
the two oldest brothers, they spoke beautifully. one taught me of myths and stories of old, showed me worlds i could not access myself because i could not read. the other often told the most beautiful stories through music and songs. sometimes he let me hold his guitar, he told me where to put my fingers and how to produce those mesmerising sounds. i was not as good as he was, but he told me that eventually i would learn. i don’t think i ever did learn. i forget what happened.
i would like to know how other children grow up.
i would like to know how i should have been raised.
god knows i wasn’t raised normally. the man who took me in when i was very little, he did not want a son. he wanted a warrior. he wanted a maid. he wanted a cook. he wanted a nurse. he did not want to care for a boy and raise him to be smart and successful. he wanted someone to do all the things he wanted not to do. most of all, he was a coward who wanted someone to protect him.
i think i am sick.
i don’t know how; i’ve been getting sleep and eating well and everything. i haven’t been injured recently, experienced shock, made or used any potions.
but how else can i explain what happened yesterday? i was hallucinating, surely. i must have been, if honey didn’t see what i saw.
but if i can’t trust what i see... how do i know what is real?
i know whose book it is.
i should ask around. try to figure out who this belongs to.
finn exhaled softly as he stepped away from the quartz pavilion and into the trees. the gala was a lot of fun, and he had loved getting to know his neighbours and friends better, but he had to separate himself from the glitz and glamour. it was getting to be a bit much for him. twenty or thirty minutes out here by himself and he’d be just fine, he just had to de-stress a bit.
he started humming to himself softly, an old tune he remembered from the fuzzy depths of his mind.
after a minute or so, finn heard a voice from behind call his name. he turned, expecting to see honey or neb calling him back to the party, but instead he saw... well, something. the figure that appeared before him was somewhat translucent and glowing shifting ribbons of shades of yellow and blue. finn recognised the face the figure wore - it was the boy in the picture. he looked a bit different, though. his hair was dry, for one, braided more neatly and adorned with gold chains. he wore a vest like finn’s, although where finn’s was green his was blue, and he wore a blazer of the same colour, a black dress shirt, and slacks along with it.
he didn’t seem entirely... real. almost like a projection.
a ghost, maybe.
he called finn’s name again.
”i...” finn’s voice was scratchy; he swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. “i’m sorry, i- i don’t remember your name.”
the ghost bowed his head. “that’s quite alright. i can’t stay for long, anyways.”
”no? why did you come to see me, then?”
”i have but one request of you. i know you’ve just escaped from hours of dancing the night away, but...” he bowed his head again, just slightly, bashfully. he held a hand out. “could i have just one dance with you?”
finn frowned, confused at the ghost’s request. but he stepped forward anyway and took the hand that the beautiful boy held out to him.
imaginary music played in his head, a blend of the far-off music from the gala and the tune he had been humming earlier. it was an odd mashup, but it fit ironically well as the ghost placed a hand on his waist and waltzed with him around the small clearing.
finn felt like he was flying. no, he’d flown before, and this felt better than that. it was a peaceful, beautiful, and mesmerising experience, to be whisked away by a ghost.
this boy had been important to him, that was a fact he knew for sure. he just had to remember.
for now, though, he was content to stay here as he was.
dancing with a ghost.
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Hello Finn. Are you well? Is there anything I can do to help you? I hope you’ve figured out more on the language, you seemed very interested in it the last time we talked. Anyways, how are you? -Nebula
i’m doing well, thanks for checking in! i did find some old books in one of my chests - one goes into detail on the history of the language and the other is more about grammar and usage. i know how to write it okay, but now i’m teaching myself more how to speak it! also, honey put a big poster on my house and i think it’s pretty funny. you can probably see it from crea’s house, it’s so big. how are you doing? you think you’re gonna be back soon?
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ℸ ̣ ᒷ∷∷ ̇/ ⚍∷ᒷʖ∷⎓.
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