It'zz hard being green...

RP side blog to adapt Waspinator into a Hollow Knight character for Pharloomblr. Sort of muse, sort of au, idk. Main is WaterLilyKitty

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Old intro: At long last, he finally made it into Pharloom proper with no incident. A tough journey as The Wastes are no friend to those who dare traverse their entirety. He had to get over here, just to know if there was a way to get away from his troubles and find happiness.

The winds were at his back nearly the entire way and he only touched down occasionally. It was only a matter of time until...

"What'zzz? Agh! No no NO NO WAZZPINATOR'ZZ ALMOZZZZZT THERE! Wazzpinator'zz wingzzz, can't hold on!" Occasionally hitting everything on the way down, his fall abruptly ends in a crash.

"Ouch..."

He rises up from the tremendous fall, almost fine.

"Urrgh... zzztupid wing cramp, zzztupid hole..." The green wasp complains. He was not in the best state and there was no way he could fly out of here.

"Where izz..." Waspinator questions his surroundings. He readjusted his purple goggles to look around. The Moss Grotto and by extension all of Pharloom would prove challenging for this newcomer.

Ooc: Ah, second side blog. But this time it's a little bit more of a muse. Except not really because it ain't the canon character. Waspinator, from Transformers Beast Wars but he's an actual bug in the universe of Hollow Knight. Hoping to be able to send more asks this way.

Basic courtesy rules but it's perfectly acceptable to be a little bit mean.

Recommend searching for a clip of him talking to know how he sounds.

My main is @waterlilykitty and I also mod @dashing-deliveries .

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

Oh....I say...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"What? What'zz wrong?" That's not a good tone.

[kipsrealblog]

Your body as scars from injurys that would kill a normal bug...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He suspected his injuries were bad. But the marks on his body suggest he shouldn't be alive.

"Oh..." Why. Why of everyone from his old hive would he be the one to keep living? Was this a curse to get hurt? To keep living to hurt more? Or a blessing to keep struggling in a universe that hates him? At least lately he hasn't been having all that much trouble.

"Do you... know why?"

[kipsrealblog]

No....it's a miracle....

*kip seems to be in awe*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Wazzpinator izzn't sure about that. It zztill hurtzz. And it lingerzz." He admits. It's so much duller now but the pain hasn't left.

[kipsrealblog]

Still it's amazing...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator blushes a bit. He isn't used to compliments.

"A-actually, the worzzt thing that happened to Wazzpinator wazz... When..." He clears his throat. He is ready to talk about it.

"Wazzpinator'zz hive collapsed. Lotzz of zziblingbugzz got crushed alongzzide Wazzpinator. That had to be it. Lot'zz of pain and Wazzpinator wazz sure Wazzpinator was dead because of being split in two. But Wazzpinator woke up underground. Zziblingbugzz did not." He was clutching his midsection.

"Didn't want to make it worzze zzo Wazzpinator left. To find anzzwerzz? That dream from the mozzy plazze helped a lot..."

[kipsrealblog]

Oh...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"..." Uh oh.

"Wazzpinator zzaid too much"

[kipsrealblog]

It's OK...I've heard bugs say stuff similar to that before..

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Ah. Izz, that all?" He's not sure if he overstayed his welcome but the doctor isn't easy to read. Not like he was good at understanding others anyway.

[kipsrealblog]

Well the examinations done and

*kip hands over a pale rosary necklace*

Here's your pay

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Thankzz, Docbug." Looks like he isn't broke anymore.

"If Wazzpinator lozzezz a limb again, you can help reattach it fazzter?"

[kipsrealblog]

I will try..reattaching limbs are quite hard... but I'll try to make sure you survive...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Wazzpinator will. Having professional help would make it fixed fazzter." He smiles under his mask and takes his leave.

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

Oh....I say...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"What? What'zz wrong?" That's not a good tone.

[kipsrealblog]

Your body as scars from injurys that would kill a normal bug...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He suspected his injuries were bad. But the marks on his body suggest he shouldn't be alive.

"Oh..." Why. Why of everyone from his old hive would he be the one to keep living? Was this a curse to get hurt? To keep living to hurt more? Or a blessing to keep struggling in a universe that hates him? At least lately he hasn't been having all that much trouble.

"Do you... know why?"

[kipsrealblog]

No....it's a miracle....

*kip seems to be in awe*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Wazzpinator izzn't sure about that. It zztill hurtzz. And it lingerzz." He admits. It's so much duller now but the pain hasn't left.

[kipsrealblog]

Still it's amazing...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator blushes a bit. He isn't used to compliments.

"A-actually, the worzzt thing that happened to Wazzpinator wazz... When..." He clears his throat. He is ready to talk about it.

"Wazzpinator'zz hive collapsed. Lotzz of zziblingbugzz got crushed alongzzide Wazzpinator. That had to be it. Lot'zz of pain and Wazzpinator wazz sure Wazzpinator was dead because of being split in two. But Wazzpinator woke up underground. Zziblingbugzz did not." He was clutching his midsection.

"Didn't want to make it worzze zzo Wazzpinator left. To find anzzwerzz? That dream from the mozzy plazze helped a lot..."

[kipsrealblog]

Oh...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"..." Uh oh.

"Wazzpinator zzaid too much"

[kipsrealblog]

It's OK...I've heard bugs say stuff similar to that before..

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Ah. Izz, that all?" He's not sure if he overstayed his welcome but the doctor isn't easy to read. Not like he was good at understanding others anyway.

[kipsrealblog]

Well the examinations done and

*kip hands over a pale rosary necklace*

Here's your pay

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Thankzz, Docbug." Looks like he isn't broke anymore.

"If Wazzpinator lozzezz a limb again, you can help reattach it fazzter?"

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

Oh....I say...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"What? What'zz wrong?" That's not a good tone.

[kipsrealblog]

Your body as scars from injurys that would kill a normal bug...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He suspected his injuries were bad. But the marks on his body suggest he shouldn't be alive.

"Oh..." Why. Why of everyone from his old hive would he be the one to keep living? Was this a curse to get hurt? To keep living to hurt more? Or a blessing to keep struggling in a universe that hates him? At least lately he hasn't been having all that much trouble.

"Do you... know why?"

[kipsrealblog]

No....it's a miracle....

*kip seems to be in awe*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Wazzpinator izzn't sure about that. It zztill hurtzz. And it lingerzz." He admits. It's so much duller now but the pain hasn't left.

[kipsrealblog]

Still it's amazing...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator blushes a bit. He isn't used to compliments.

"A-actually, the worzzt thing that happened to Wazzpinator wazz... When..." He clears his throat. He is ready to talk about it.

"Wazzpinator'zz hive collapsed. Lotzz of zziblingbugzz got crushed alongzzide Wazzpinator. That had to be it. Lot'zz of pain and Wazzpinator wazz sure Wazzpinator was dead because of being split in two. But Wazzpinator woke up underground. Zziblingbugzz did not." He was clutching his midsection.

"Didn't want to make it worzze zzo Wazzpinator left. To find anzzwerzz? That dream from the mozzy plazze helped a lot..."

[kipsrealblog]

Oh...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"..." Uh oh.

"Wazzpinator zzaid too much"

[kipsrealblog]

It's OK...I've heard bugs say stuff similar to that before..

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Ah. Izz, that all?" He's not sure if he overstayed his welcome but the doctor isn't easy to read. Not like he was good at understanding others anyway.

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

Oh....I say...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"What? What'zz wrong?" That's not a good tone.

[kipsrealblog]

Your body as scars from injurys that would kill a normal bug...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He suspected his injuries were bad. But the marks on his body suggest he shouldn't be alive.

"Oh..." Why. Why of everyone from his old hive would he be the one to keep living? Was this a curse to get hurt? To keep living to hurt more? Or a blessing to keep struggling in a universe that hates him? At least lately he hasn't been having all that much trouble.

"Do you... know why?"

[kipsrealblog]

No....it's a miracle....

*kip seems to be in awe*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Wazzpinator izzn't sure about that. It zztill hurtzz. And it lingerzz." He admits. It's so much duller now but the pain hasn't left.

[kipsrealblog]

Still it's amazing...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator blushes a bit. He isn't used to compliments.

"A-actually, the worzzt thing that happened to Wazzpinator wazz... When..." He clears his throat. He is ready to talk about it.

"Wazzpinator'zz hive collapsed. Lotzz of zziblingbugzz got crushed alongzzide Wazzpinator. That had to be it. Lot'zz of pain and Wazzpinator wazz sure Wazzpinator was dead because of being split in two. But Wazzpinator woke up underground. Zziblingbugzz did not." He was clutching his midsection.

"Didn't want to make it worzze zzo Wazzpinator left. To find anzzwerzz? That dream from the mozzy plazze helped a lot..."

[kipsrealblog]

Oh...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"..." Uh oh.

"Wazzpinator zzaid too much"

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

Oh....I say...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"What? What'zz wrong?" That's not a good tone.

[kipsrealblog]

Your body as scars from injurys that would kill a normal bug...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He suspected his injuries were bad. But the marks on his body suggest he shouldn't be alive.

"Oh..." Why. Why of everyone from his old hive would he be the one to keep living? Was this a curse to get hurt? To keep living to hurt more? Or a blessing to keep struggling in a universe that hates him? At least lately he hasn't been having all that much trouble.

"Do you... know why?"

[kipsrealblog]

No....it's a miracle....

*kip seems to be in awe*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Wazzpinator izzn't sure about that. It zztill hurtzz. And it lingerzz." He admits. It's so much duller now but the pain hasn't left.

[kipsrealblog]

Still it's amazing...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator blushes a bit. He isn't used to compliments.

"A-actually, the worzzt thing that happened to Wazzpinator wazz... When..." He clears his throat. He is ready to talk about it.

"Wazzpinator'zz hive collapsed. Lotzz of zziblingbugzz got crushed alongzzide Wazzpinator. That had to be it. Lot'zz of pain and Wazzpinator wazz sure Wazzpinator was dead because of being split in two. But Wazzpinator woke up underground. Zziblingbugzz did not." He was clutching his midsection.

"Didn't want to make it worzze zzo Wazzpinator left. To find anzzwerzz? That dream from the mozzy plazze helped a lot..."

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

Oh....I say...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"What? What'zz wrong?" That's not a good tone.

[kipsrealblog]

Your body as scars from injurys that would kill a normal bug...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He suspected his injuries were bad. But the marks on his body suggest he shouldn't be alive.

"Oh..." Why. Why of everyone from his old hive would he be the one to keep living? Was this a curse to get hurt? To keep living to hurt more? Or a blessing to keep struggling in a universe that hates him? At least lately he hasn't been having all that much trouble.

"Do you... know why?"

[kipsrealblog]

No....it's a miracle....

*kip seems to be in awe*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Wazzpinator izzn't sure about that. It zztill hurtzz. And it lingerzz." He admits. It's so much duller now but the pain hasn't left.

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

Oh....I say...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"What? What'zz wrong?" That's not a good tone.

[kipsrealblog]

Your body as scars from injurys that would kill a normal bug...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He suspected his injuries were bad. But the marks on his body suggest he shouldn't be alive.

"Oh..." Why. Why of everyone from his old hive would he be the one to keep living? Was this a curse to get hurt? To keep living to hurt more? Or a blessing to keep struggling in a universe that hates him? At least lately he hasn't been having all that much trouble.

"Do you... know why?"

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

Oh....I say...

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"What? What'zz wrong?" That's not a good tone.

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

Really? Well, those boulders have it out for everyone

Can you lift up your head real quick?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Okay?" He cranes his head up, even moving his scarf out of the way. There's that same discoloration of chitin.

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

....

*kip is deep in his work*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zo, what now?" He asks. Waspinator thinks for a moment. Doctors need background information for a diagnosis. The wasp has been curious about his high survival rate despite... everything but maybe a professional can figure it out?

"Docbug should know that the lazzt bad thing to happen to Wazzpinator wazz the boulderzz in front of the Zzitadel." He admits.

His arms are starting to ache from having them up this long.

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

Fascinating...

*kip leans in to get a closer look*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He tenses, unsure if this is actually how this is supposed to go.

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[kipsrealblog]

Just raise your arms!

*kip seems excited*

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator lifts both arms. He winces a bit. They are above his head. There's some discoloration in the chitin. Like it was disconnected and reconnected. Odd for a wasp.

[kipsrealblog]

"Um, hi? There'zz a doctor here, yezz?" The green wasp asks after knocking at the door.

"Wazzpinator would like an examination. Pleazze."

Waspinator slowly walks. He looks relatively normal, but to the trained eye, everything just seems a little... off kilter. When he stops nervously tapping his fingers together and straightens his posture, the limbs seem to be connecting to each other ever so slightly at the wrong angle. Most concerning of all, his neck as well as the connection between abdomen and thorax.

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

(ooc: medical anomaly alert)

Ah, wonderful! Please have a seat!

*kip seems fascinated*

(Ooc: jokes on you kips into that shit)

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He takes a breath and walks over the chair. He's trying his best to keep the posture straight. Waspinator sets his bag next to the chair.

"What doezz Wazzpinator do firzzt, Docbug?"

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Yeah, if that'zz okay." He says.

Things really are looking up.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Hearing the melodious tinkle of the Heartbell, Fourth Chorus knelt and lowered their bottom pair of hands to ground level, allowing the two to step on.

Thank you.

Nixie got seated in the automaton's steel palm and looked at Waspinator.

Hop on. We're going to a spa!

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He buzzes his wings and leaps onto the lowered hand. Orbinator stops playing with Fleshybug and moves to float beside him. Sitting criss crossed, Waspinator gives an affirmative thumbs up.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

The machine straightenes up, cradling them all in their hands. The Citadel's halls are vast, large enough to allow Fourth Chorus to pass with ease.

Arriving at the entrance, they set the three down. The sign made it clear it was the spa. But there was no toll mechanism to be seen, or anyone to take payment for entry.

Huh... Strange... Ah, it might be inside.

She shrugged and walked into the shower room.

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator followed her in, the soul orb trailing behind him. It smelled nice.

"Zzo, what do we do?" He asks.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

There was no toll mechanism or anyone to collect a fee. It appears one didn't need to pay to use the spa. Nixie smiled as she opened the door to the bathing area, seeing the clean, steaming waters.

Now, my friend... We relax. Seems like it's free to use!

Having left her belongings in the designated area, she went right in and took a dip in the spa, letting out a little, content sigh.

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

The wasp set his bag down, untangled his scarf and detached the faceplate. He kept the goggles but lifted them up on his face. Orbinator follows him to a shower. It's better to wash out the grime he accumulated, especially since passing through the Blasted Steps before the Citadel. Soon after, he sits down on the edge first before carefully slipping into the warm water a few feet from Nixie.

"Mmm, yeah that'zz nizze..." He buzzes with contentment.

It feels really good. The tension in his body easing as his muscles relax.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Any good for those pains of yours?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Definitely better. Not gone, but better." He answers.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Yeah, if that'zz okay." He says.

Things really are looking up.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Hearing the melodious tinkle of the Heartbell, Fourth Chorus knelt and lowered their bottom pair of hands to ground level, allowing the two to step on.

Thank you.

Nixie got seated in the automaton's steel palm and looked at Waspinator.

Hop on. We're going to a spa!

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He buzzes his wings and leaps onto the lowered hand. Orbinator stops playing with Fleshybug and moves to float beside him. Sitting criss crossed, Waspinator gives an affirmative thumbs up.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

The machine straightenes up, cradling them all in their hands. The Citadel's halls are vast, large enough to allow Fourth Chorus to pass with ease.

Arriving at the entrance, they set the three down. The sign made it clear it was the spa. But there was no toll mechanism to be seen, or anyone to take payment for entry.

Huh... Strange... Ah, it might be inside.

She shrugged and walked into the shower room.

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator followed her in, the soul orb trailing behind him. It smelled nice.

"Zzo, what do we do?" He asks.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

There was no toll mechanism or anyone to collect a fee. It appears one didn't need to pay to use the spa. Nixie smiled as she opened the door to the bathing area, seeing the clean, steaming waters.

Now, my friend... We relax. Seems like it's free to use!

Having left her belongings in the designated area, she went right in and took a dip in the spa, letting out a little, content sigh.

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

The wasp set his bag down, untangled his scarf and detached the faceplate. He kept the goggles but lifted them up on his face. Orbinator follows him to a shower. It's better to wash out the grime he accumulated, especially since passing through the Blasted Steps before the Citadel. Soon after, he sits down on the edge first before carefully slipping into the warm water a few feet from Nixie.

"Mmm, yeah that'zz nizze..." He buzzes with contentment.

It feels really good. The tension in his body easing as his muscles relax.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

"Yeah, if that'zz okay." He says.

Things really are looking up.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

Hearing the melodious tinkle of the Heartbell, Fourth Chorus knelt and lowered their bottom pair of hands to ground level, allowing the two to step on.

Thank you.

Nixie got seated in the automaton's steel palm and looked at Waspinator.

Hop on. We're going to a spa!

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

He buzzes his wings and leaps onto the lowered hand. Orbinator stops playing with Fleshybug and moves to float beside him. Sitting criss crossed, Waspinator gives an affirmative thumbs up.

[lancewielder-butterfly]

The machine straightenes up, cradling them all in their hands. The Citadel's halls are vast, large enough to allow Fourth Chorus to pass with ease.

Arriving at the entrance, they set the three down. The sign made it clear it was the spa. But there was no toll mechanism to be seen, or anyone to take payment for entry.

Huh... Strange... Ah, it might be inside.

She shrugged and walked into the shower room.

[trouble-findzz-wazzp]

Waspinator followed her in, the soul orb trailing behind him. It smelled nice.

"Zzo, what do we do?" He asks.