Center of Brilliance

~~~ The twins of Skaia, locked in combat's hold One a shadow of fate, one a heart of gold. Watch as we see the children who dream, Of worlds so unlike anything we've seen. Now, listen to the sound that has been rehearsed. The sound of dreams of Prospit and Derse.

[weatheringquerist-blog]

DAVENFORTH: -Casually knocking on the door of Qirin's block-

QIRIN: =Whether she's a lusus or not doesn't matter, because it seems she's been lusus-ing regardless with the way she actually appears she has been getting a LACK of sleep and a slightly dissheveled appearance. The grub is not in her arms, but rather scurrying up and and down them, pausing to perch on one of her shoulders before resuming this.=

QIRIN: Hello.

DAVENFORTH: Sup rami sup lil bit -He holds his arm out for the grub, let him attempt to give you a break-

QIRIN: =All she has to do is hold out an arm and the grub scurried down it, sniffing cautiously at Davenforth before recognizing his smell. She begins to wave her forelegs at him. CATCH ME FATHER=

QIRIN: Oh, you know. =smiles= I have been child proofing the room, in addition to finding dimmer bulbs. =points to the ceiling. The grub isn't squinting so much, anymore.=

DAVENFORTH: -Scoops up the bab. Hugs, and tickles her-

DAVENFORTH: Nice luckily that hasnt been a worry with jinjin

GRUB: =chirrups and squees as she's tickled, waving all of her legs equally as she squirms= :D

QIRIN: Ah, well. I hear trolls get incredibly...combative once they emerge. I might as well prepare for when that occurs. ^_^ =A little bit of her soul has been chipped away, can you tell=

DAVENFORTH: Maybe but jinjin has actually been really pleasant lif says its unusual im just thankful -Blows a raspberry on lil grubby's underside-

GRUB: =Squeals! Oh what fun!!!=

QIRIN: She does sound sweet. I do hope she remains that way once she reaches wigglerhood. Though I have heard it may do with the evironment and the level of danger the grubs experience. Perhaps all of this preparation is unnecessary... =looks behind her towards her room which has been transformed into a den of SAFETY=

DAVENFORTH: -Grins at the bab- She is really sweet

DAVENFORTH: Shes honestly a really good kid for a first time surprise parent

DAVENFORTH: -Looks past Qirin after a beat- So am i invited in or what

QIRIN: Oh! =hides her face= Of course. =she stands aside to let him in= What on earth am I doing?

QIRIN: =forgive her, she's tired=

DAVENFORTH: Your best im hoping -Walks in with twobutt-

QIRIN: =tired smile= To be perfectly frank, I have no idea if I am doing my best correctly, but Nine is exhibiting above-standard health. In addition judging by statistical patterns, she should be preparing for pupation and I have increased her food intake incrementally over the past few days.

DAVENFORTH: You really gotta stop calling her that before she starts thinking its her name

QIRIN: =looks genuinely confused= But...

QIRIN: She is yet to be titled. =Unless Ass Kicker counts, but she doesn't want to call her that either.=

DAVENFORTH: Then title her

QIRIN: =still looking confused= Davenforth, she has yet to reach a milestone.

DAVENFORTH: Her milestone was being born what are you on

QIRIN: =splutters a little= I mean obtaining a lifejob, accomplishing a feat, contributing to society, or... =starts talking with her hands, something she hasn't done since she was very young= ...or...attaining greatness in some form.

DAVENFORTH: She hatched and she found you

DAVENFORTH: Thats pretty great

QIRIN: =she watches the grub who is slobbering all over Davenforth's hand=

QIRIN: She is completely inexorable. You are right, of course. :( What am I doing?

QIRIN: She is a troll, and here I am attempting to name her based on Carapacian customs.

DAVENFORTH: Youre sayin this to a guy whos applying human customs to raising a troll -Starts poking the babies cheeks-

GRUB: =chirrs and makes a raspberry sound=

QIRIN: ....

QIRIN: Honestly I was hoping this way would give me more time to figure out an appropriate name for her.

QIRIN: Unfortunately, the task presents itself to be far more difficult than anticipated.

DAVENFORTH: Shes a rowdy one i dunno just start throwing out names

QIRIN: =wringing her hands= I cannot do that... It must have special meaning that deeply reflects her as a person.

DAVENFORTH: Bubbles

GRUB: =blows a spit bubble at that exact moment. It pops, wetly= QIRIN: I swear, the two of you are conspiring against me. =Her mouth is twitching. She wants to laugh=

DAVENFORTH: Atta girl -Boops her nose-

QIRIN: .... =eyes flick between the grub and Davenforth, back and forth a couple times=

QIRIN: ....

QIRIN: Dave.

QIRIN: Was that an honest suggestion, or...

DAVENFORTH: Sure why not

QIRIN: ...

QIRIN: =she's scared for this child=

DAVENFORTH: Rami im playin

QIRIN: Oh. =She tries not to sound as relieved as she feels=

DAVENFORTH: What about bayo

QIRIN: Mayo?!

DAVENFORTH: Bayo like bayonetta

QIRIN: What is Bayonetta?

DAVENFORTH: Legs

QIRIN: I do not follow. =she's gonna pull out her device to look this up...=

DAVENFORTH: -Playin with the grubby while she does-

QIRIN: =Her eyes gradually widen=

QIRIN: Legs. =she manages=

DAVENFORTH: Told ya

QIRIN: =scrolling through the images, getting even more baffled the further she goes=

QIRIN: Literally.

QIRIN: All legs.

DAVENFORTH: -Scratches his chin-

DAVENFORTH: What about cereza

QIRIN: Cereza. =she smiles= The name is pretty, yet are you sure? It is a mighty leap from Bayonetta.

QIRIN: =this woman hasn't played a video game in two hundred years.=

DAVENFORTH: Yeah i know but i think ill make it

DAVENFORTH: -snuggles Cereza close-

DAVENFORTH: How do you feel about that huh cereza

CEREZA: =chirrs contentedly and blows a spit bubble=

QIRIN: =her laugher is lighter than it had been, mostly since her previously wired state has been calmed somewhat.=

QIRIN: Look at that...the verdict already determined. How can I possibly deny her? =beams down at the little grub=

CEREZA: =there is a series of chirrs and chirrups as she waves her forelegs in front of her, placing one on Qirin's hand.=

QIRIN: ^_^

INNER QIRIN: = IM FUCKING DOOMED=

DAVENFORTH: This is how it happens theres no turning back now this baby is having a parent and the parent is you

QIRIN: = Dave is hilarious= This whole scenario is working somewhat backwards, is it not? But I believe I am fully capable to place aside my own feelings of inadequacy for her sake. ^_^

DAVENFORTH: -His voice goes quieter, a bit more serious-

DAVENFORTH: Pretty much how i felt about jinjin

QIRIN: =she sobered too= You have done remarkable things in your life so far. See this as another obstacle you can conquer.

QIRIN: A rather life-altering obstacle, but our resume is full of that variety already. =she stroked Cereza's foreleg= Albeit this one is significantly more endearing.

[weatheringquerist-blog]

[[The sound clearly came from the infirmary, but further shouts of surprise do not continue. In fact, it is eerily silent and moreso than usual.]]

DAVENFORTH: -Okay, so maybe he wasn't actually able to place that scream. Regardless, Davenforth wasn't sleeping well. A combination of a lot of things, a lot feelings he wasn't processing correctly...or at all. Keeping busy would help right? He rounds the corner into the infirmary, hair poofy and without its proper treatment.-

DAVENFORTH: Whats goin on here

QIRIN: =She is in the hallway in the process of stepping from wall where in her surprise she had flattened herself against it and knocked over several instruments on a medical cart. Lowering the hand she had thrown in front of her by pure reflex, she briefly rested it upon her chest then allowed it to drift down to her side.=

QIRIN: =Qirin lifted a brow to him in greeting as though she hadn't just emitted the noise.= Pleasant night, Davenforth? =On the floor in front of her in a pile of linen which had spilled from the closet rose a teal colored grub that is chirruping happily, waving her forelegs and slowly waddling her way toward the carapacian.=

DAVENFORTH: -Okay wow, that's a lot of commotion for...a grub? He raises a brow at her.- Thought someone was being murdered

DAVENFORTH: Looks like condy is enlistin em younger and younger

DAVENFORTH: Cuter too

DAVENFORTH: -Squats down to the grub- A lil messy though

QIRIN: =She knelt to the ground beside him as the grub turned her head towards Davenforth, lifting her head to sniff the air= She is not supposed to be here. Her caretakers must be wondering where she is. I must notify Miss Raziga immediately. How long has it been since we departed from Avalon? =As she continues, her voice is gradually getting more strained. She is calm however, despite hiding a great deal of panic. =

DAVENFORTH: Long enough that we cant afford to turn the ship around to bring her back -Welp....more grubs. He holds his hand out to the tiny-

DAVENFORTH: So youre not a tiny assassin huh

DAVENFORTH: Thats good because youre really sloppy

QIRIN: =Small, extended whine of despair=

QIRIN: Truly, a criminal mastermind. This was her plan all along, I know it.

GRUB: =She's squinting under the bright infirmary lights and gingerly bats at Davenforth's hand, i.e. the blurry blob in front of her=

QIRIN: This one has been following me from the brooding caverns since the Union's physicians were assigned to give the little ones health checks. I should have known something was amiss when she did not appear at the ship for her scheduled stalking within a week. =her shoulders droop= I suppose I had hoped she had finally lost interest and another lusus had selected her under their keeping.

DAVENFORTH: -Congratulations grub, you have a hand. Davenforth squints at her behind his shades- So you never told anyone she kept sneaking off

GRUB: =still squinting, she hooked her other foreleg around his hand and dragged herself forward. His hand is going into her mouth, and she subsequently began to nibble at it.=

QIRIN: Of course I did. Dirk has known of these occurances since he caught me returning one day. At the time, I told no one as it was merely a minor issue and I felt it was unnecessary to inconvenience staff. The caretakers of the mothergrub know. Some of them thought this to be quite funny.

DAVENFORTH: -Ugh...gross...this is his life now- Looks like shes got somethin in common with jin

QIRIN: Jin? =She's a little out of the loop=

GRUB: =Now that the meat has been sufficiently tenderized, it is time to scale this mountain.=

DAVENFORTH: -Just gonna let this grub climb on him.- Uh yeah

DAVENFORTH: Me and lif have a grub

DAVENFORTH: Thing just kept stalkin her so she decided to keep it shes a limeblood

DAVENFORTH: A statistical impossibility

DAVENFORTH: Like me being a parent

DAVENFORTH: Which apparently i am now

QIRIN: =Her eyes trail from Davenforth to the grub, who is now crawling up the length of his arm=

QIRIN: =she snickered= Congratulations. It should have been expected with the way impossibilities seem possible on this ship. Trolls caring for the own, mystical abilities, coming back from dead. Even you, Dave, becoming a guardian.

DAVENFORTH: Yeah no shut up im not supposed to be a parent

QIRIN: And why is that?

GRUB: =Now perched upon his shoulder, she continues her exploration by sticking a leg in his ear=

DAVENFORTH: -This is fine. Except it's not, and he cranes his head away like please no.-

DAVENFORTH: Because ive got no right bein apart of a kids formative years all im gonna do is fuck it up i dont even know how to take care of a kid

GRUB: =when he moves, she makes a mrrrrrp! noise=

QIRIN: ... =You and me both, Dave=

QIRIN: I am sure you would make an excellent caretaker. If not, there are many on this ship from who you can take advice.

QIRIN: Your namesake, for instance. He has a child of his own.

DAVENFORTH: First things first im his namesake

DAVENFORTH: Im not askin my little nephew about baby pointers

QIRIN: You will have to forgive me for that slip up. Blame it on the fact that I am still reeling from the shock of a grub leaping at my face from what was supposed to be a harmless linen closet. =She laughed again=

QIRIN: Are you betting your child's life on a matter of pride, Dave? ^_^

DAVENFORTH: No cuz lifera is a great mom the kid is halfway in good hands

QIRIN: And why not make "the kid full way in good hands"?

DAVENFORTH: Because my hands aint good for raisin kids -Speaking of, he plucks up the grub into his hands and boops her nose-

QIRIN: =eyes those hands= You are not providing sufficient evidence to prove your theory correct.

DAVENFORTH: Playing with a kid and actually helping them grow without fuckin em up are two different things

GRUB: =looks astonished by the boop and waggles her legs around trying to find the source of what did it=

QIRIN: =she glances at the bby troll, slightly concerned. The eyedrops hadn't improved her vision problems, and Qirin wouldn't know more information until pupation.=

QIRIN: You have barely begun. How are you so sure of this?

DAVENFORTH: -Squints at the little grubby and places his hand over her eyes, kind of shielding it from the light-

DAVENFORTH: Because its me and if theres one thing i know its me

GRUB: =squints a little less=

QIRIN: =she watches this interaction closely. He wouldn't be a good father my ass.=

QIRIN: So. What you are saying is that you have already resolved to failure and you are not even going to attempt it?

DAVENFORTH: Its the light thats botherin you huh yeah its stupid bright in here -Bye Qirin-

QIRIN: Why is it when I come close to making my point, you divert the subject?

QIRIN: =She huffs and gets up to stand to fix the lighting situation, because he may be onto something there.=

DAVENFORTH: Whats that rami

QIRIN: =She flicks off the lights to that portion of the hallway and dims the others to the floor lights so that they arent sitting in complete darkness.=

QIRIN: I am trying to state you will not know until you try, and there is absolutely no harm in asking for advice from those who know the subject of childrearing.

QIRIN: =she began picking up the linen that had fallen to the floor, neatly stacking them back in the closet again.=

QIRIN: You can either accept that there are certain subjects of which you are unaware, and pursue sources of knowledge to rectify that. Or you can make no attempt and remain ignorant. ^_^

DAVENFORTH: Pffft and here you are preachin again look i know what i know and i know what i dont

DAVENFORTH: Didnt know a damn thing about being my own manager and i figured that out

DAVENFORTH: If youre so high and mighty as a parent then why dont you take care of this one instead of screamin bloody murder

QIRIN: =she seems aghast at the prospect.=

QIRIN: Dave, I know that I may sound—

GRUB: =At the adjustment of the lighting, the grub's eyes turn spherical and she chirrs. Nibbling Davenforth's fingers in thanks, she makes a subsequent beeline for the Carapacian.=

QIRIN: =eyes the grub almost fearfully= ....incredibly...hypocritical....

GRUB: =starts crawling up Qirin's skirts=

QIRIN: But I literally know nothing of the subject. When I was cloned, childrearing was not written into the construct of my DNA. I have no intrinsic knowledge of how to care for the upbringing of my own kind, and I especially do not have the knowledge of how to care for children of another species.

GRUB: =Slides back down the fabric of her leg=

QIRIN: =slightly distressed= Oh, little one, I do not fit the requirements necessary to be your caretaker. D:

QIRIN: Surely, there are others far more qualified.

GRUB: =tries climbing up her leg again=

DAVENFORTH: No one is born with child testing in their dna

DAVENFORTH: Besides

DAVENFORTH: You wont know know until you try and theres no harm in asking for advice from those who know

DAVENFORTH: You can either accept that there are certain subjects of which you are unaware and pursue sources of knowledge to rectify that or you can make no attempt and remain ignorant

DAVENFORTH: B|

QIRIN: :(

QIRIN: I admit I dug my own grave there.

DAVENFORTH: Theres always someone more qualified

DAVENFORTH: Just because i think im gonna fuck the kid up dont mean i wont try

QIRIN: Well.

QIRIN: That is good, then.

QIRIN: Effort is always commendable.

QIRIN: However Dave, this is an entirely different situation that I—

GRUB: =manages to crawl up her side and into the crook of one of Qirin's arms=

QIRIN: =her arm automatically (and subconciously) moved to cradle the grub.=

GRUB: =She snuggles in, just wanting to be held.=

QIRIN: =horrified=

QIRIN: This is a manner of...of...of mistaken identity! I am no lusus!

[weatheringquerist-blog]

WQ: =Here she is visiting Davenforth within the first five minutes of him getting put in his cell for the night.=

WQ: Hello, Dave. =She politely asked the guard to open the cell door and let her in. "Are you sure?" asks the guard. "Do I look like a woman who is not sure?" she says, a little irritably. And soon, she's stepping in.=

DAVENFORTH: -He's sitting calmly with his back against the far wall of the cell- Sup rami -He remains sitting-

WQ: =Of course. His first sentence is him just fucking with her, she can feel it=

WQ: Would you like to explain what occurred?

DAVENFORTH: Dunno what youre talking about

WQ: =she sighed= I mean in your own words.

DAVENFORTH: Still dont know what youre on about

WQ: You know very well what I mean. It was quite a reaction for a petty crime.

DAVENFORTH: Never thought of assault as a petty crime

DAVENFORTH: He threatened my family and besmirched mirras memory all in one fell swoop

WQ: I admit I am unaware of what went on between the sprite and your family, but today you were the one who dealt assault.

WQ: Did you ask him to remove his person from Dolorosa's statue?

DAVENFORTH: No

DAVENFORTH: No i did not

WQ: All right.

WQ: Why not?

DAVENFORTH: If hes any kin of mine then he should know

WQ: So you expect him to read your mind?

DAVENFORTH: What no that aint it

WQ: Then what is it, Dave?

WQ: I want to understand.

DAVENFORTH: There aint much to understand other than hes a feathery asshole tormentin my nephew and boohooin like hes the only one thats been through some shit

WQ: Will returning the favor fix anything?

DAVENFORTH: It was good exercise

WQ: Did it fix anything? =she said again= Did your actions honor the Dolorosa's memory?

WQ: Was your nephew satisfied with the results?

WQ: Do you feel good about yourself?

DAVENFORTH: -Does he ever feel good about himself? Trick question- I appreciate you tryin to preach at me and do this whole youre better than this dave routine but honestly i dont care

DAVENFORTH: Im not apologizing for kickin the neon peeps shit in

DAVENFORTH: Yesterday he attacked dave and hes been fuckin him up emotionally he dont belong here and i dont know why dirk is even entertaining his presence

WQ: Questioning authority on occasion is smart. It prevents those in power from gaining too much of it. However, judging by what you just said, you did not ask Dirk his reasons or allow him to explain them.

WQ: It displays a significant lack of trust in that you cannot speak to your family on matters that trouble you, especially since Dirk is captain of this vessel.

WQ: Perhaps it is not the sprite to whom you should direct your apology.

DAVENFORTH: -He just scoffs-

DAVENFORTH: Maybe youve got a point

WQ: Intermittently, I do.

DAVENFORTH: -Shrugs-

DAVENFORTH: Im tired rami

WQ: =tried after hopping around the atrium like a rabid bunny rabbit or tired of seeing his family dragged through manure? Because 'tired' is a rather broad subject.=

WQ: =In any case she steps over to him.=

WQ: I know.

DAVENFORTH: Yeah dirk doesnt deserve me kicking the shit out a toucan sam version of his little brother but dave doesnt deserve whatever the fuck hes doin to him he doesnt deserve the bullshit thats bein heaped on him and no ones doin anything

WQ: =She began taking out rubbing alcohol and cottonballs. Let her treat you.=

WQ: By 'anything' would a restraining order have sufficed? Which Dave would have to agree to himself, by the way.

DAVENFORTH: -His neck was sore, finally coming down from his adrenaline high. He wasn't hyper aware of everything now- Fuck if i know

DAVENFORTH: Keepin him off the damn ship would probably work i dont give a damn what universe hes from

WQ: =She poured some of that alcohol into the lid, and setting down the bottle, she carefully placed a towel against his neck, a few inches under the bite. Tilting the antiseptic against the small wounds (get it aaaaall in there), she mused that it was lucky for him that Meulin didn't bite him with intent. She still applauds the girl for trying, though.=

WQ: Dirk has his reasons for keeping him here, otherwise "keeping him off the damn ship" would have been his plan, I am sure.

DAVENFORTH: Not so sure -Honestly the bites are fairly shallow. Meulin did a good. He feels bad for the meu meu-

WQ: Why is that? =she dabbed the area dry with a cottonball, also removing any blood that may have trickled down.=

DAVENFORTH: Pretty sure his only reason is that he looks like his little brother dirks got a soft heart it aint a bad thing

DAVENFORTH: Kind of impressive considering everything

WQ: You truly believe that he would choose the sprite with his brother's face over the feelings of his brother?

WQ: =She eyes his knuckles. Have they been busted? She wasn't so sure of the solidity of sprites. He didn't appear all that gelatinous.=

DAVENFORTH: -He was solid enough to catch these hands. Daves knuckles are fine, he only threw one actual punch-

DAVENFORTH: No im sayin because the sprite looks like his brother he aint thinkin straight if it was some random sprite pullin this shit he wouldnt stand for it

WQ: Is that so? =she really HOPES that's not true. Sticks on a bandaid. They're happy turtles.=

WQ: Still, I trust his judgement. He is not thinking solely for himself anymore. There is no way he could if he expects to lead successfully.

DAVENFORTH: -Dammit Rami can't you just take his side for once- Yeah yeah

WQ: =She doesn't envy dirk's position. She understands.=

WQ: If his choices really do concern you, I can submit a query regarding his decisions.

DAVENFORTH: Ill talk to him myself

WQ: =She nodded= That is for the best.

DAVENFORTH: So glad you approve

WQ: =sighs. and attempts to restrain herself from putting her face in her hand. She fails.= You realize you do not need my approval for that.

DAVENFORTH: Yeah im aware

WQ: =y r u being a butthead=

WQ: =She inhaled deeply then lowered her hand= Or anything else.

DAVENFORTH: Yeah i know that too thanks rami

WQ: You are so welcome. =It's a weaksauce comeback, and she knows it.=

DAVENFORTH: Whats wrong rami

WQ: =for quite a bit there, it looks like she's not going to say anything, but she finally gave in.=

WQ: I told you before, Dave. I consider you to be my friend. You are better than this, however many times you emphasize otherwise.

WQ: I want to help you. I want to be a friend to you. It is only...slightly difficult when you insist upon acting like you do not care.

DAVENFORTH: Thats kinda the reason for makin things difficult

DAVENFORTH: It aint like the comradery and friendship despite my infinite flaws and bad decisions isnt appreciated

DAVENFORTH: If anything its like youre some saintly ass chess piece dropped from on up high just to aggressively be my friend or some shit like my goodness you are relentless lady like a veritable terminator of good company and smiles and validation just a goddamn t-1000 of the friendliest proportions and im just john scrub ass connor tryin to escape your comforting but nope i cant goddamn shake you and your hasta la vista baby ass while youre just forcibly endearing yourself on my heart leading up to some friendship is magic climax that even ponies would vomit furiously over

WQ: =Her brows are raising throughout the entire analogy, and by the end of it, she looks slightly embarrassed.=

WQ: Oh dear. =she laughed a little= Do tell me if I am being too overbearing. Those poor ponies have done nothing to deserve such a fate.

DAVENFORTH: I dont make anything easy

DAVENFORTH: Easy gets you and the people you care about hurt it always has

DAVENFORTH: Even if i do care acting like you dont is just one more way to be bulletproof you cant be hurt if you dont care

WQ: ...

WQ: Do you realize how contradictory your last statement is?

DAVENFORTH: Nope

WQ: Yup. =she even uses his accent=

WQ: You felt something in the atrium recently, did you not? =In fact, the atrium was where a lot of Dave's caring had taken place. Beating up Davesprite, taking the blame and getting subsequently stabbed...ah yes. Atrium, the umbrella location.=

WQ: If your statement was not contradictory, your actions certainly were.

DAVENFORTH: Im a walking paradox -Shrugs-

WQ: It is all right to admit you care, Dave.

WQ: If not to others, at least admit it to yourself. You already care, and it is evident. Why make a point to hide it?

WQ: It is not a bad thing. ^_^ =Givin your words right back to ya.=

DAVENFORTH: Wipe that smile off your face gettin all full of yourself just cuz you turned some words around

WQ: I shall not.

WQ: It is not weak to care. It does not make you vulnerable. It is in our nature to do so.

DAVENFORTH: -He rests the back of his head against the wall, sighing gently. Yeah he gets it, and he understands. He's just not trying to hear this right now-

WQ: =then, as gently as she can...= What are you afraid of?

DAVENFORTH: -He's still quiet. Why can't she just let him be? Why does she always have to poke and prod?-

WQ: =Because, that's why=

DAVENFORTH: Losin it all

DAVENFORTH: Lifera dave dirk the family my friends

DAVENFORTH: I dont deserve a lick of it and yet here they all are

WQ: ...

WQ: Is this why you do not want to care?

WQ: In the event something may happen?

DAVENFORTH: Somethin always happens as you can see

WQ: Do you trust them with your life, Dave?

DAVENFORTH: What

WQ: Do you...trust them with your life? Do you trust they have your back? Do you trust they care for you as much as you care for them?

WQ: =god forbid she say 'love' instead. He might have a conniption.=

DAVENFORTH: -He doesn't really trust anyone to care for him like he cares for him which is saying a lot because he...doesn't really care for himself that much. He's just going to be quiet and look at her.-

WQ: Trust them with theirs. Trust that they will fight for survival, no matter the odds.

WQ: Many on this ship find that all they have is here. Not only do we fight because we want to live, but we also fight with our friends in mind. Trust that they know that protecting themselves protects others from enduring the pain of their loss.

WQ: There is always going to be something that threatens us, but trust they are holding onto life tighter than you think.

DAVENFORTH: Yeah that makes sense i get that i expect folks to take care of themselves

WQ: =sighs softly= Dave.

WQ: It is all right to fear for them, just as there is no shame in fearing you may lose them.

WQ: Everyone is afraid of something, and those who have forgotten what it means to be afraid forget the lengths to which those who are will go.

WQ: But hiding this fear by trying to make yourself someone who does not appear to care will not make you feel any better when you suffer alone.

DAVENFORTH: Who said anything about suffering do i look like im suffering nope not suffering do i look like some death row condemned douchebag fightin for his life beset on all sides by monsters based on prison executions i mean dont get me wrong ill fight a motherfucking scorpion with insanely large needle extremities ready to lethally inject you to the next game over screen

WQ: =where does he keep all that air?=

WQ: Dave.

WQ: You are speaking of things inconsequential in effort to divert the subject.

DAVENFORTH: No im not im just stating the facts

WQ: =Slowly, one brow rises.=

WQ: =sure jan=

DAVENFORTH: -He's just now realizing she has brows holy shit-

WQ: =Well not brows exactly. More like a brow ridge with a definite edge to it.=

DAVENFORTH: -What the fuck are carapacians-

WQ: =hairless, that's what they are=

DAVENFORTH: -It's so strange-

WQ: =How do you thing it feels for her? Humans are furry meatbags.=

DAVENFORTH: -Good looking meatbags-

WQ: =...=

WQ: =okay FINE=

[weatheringquerist-blog]

-- weatheringQuerist [WQ] began pestering effulentBalatron [EB] –

WQ: Hello, John.

WQ: I am loathe to admit, but I have allowed distractions to

WQ: distract me.

WQ: As distractions are prone to doing.

EB: those darn distractions. how dare they. haha.

EB: what's up q?

EB: i hope you don't mind if i call you that. it amuses me a lot.

WQ: John, I do not mind at all. Life in court is as luxurious as one would expect, but it was rather lonely.

WQ: I find comfort in the knowledge that you feel enough at ease to bestow upon me a moniker of your choosing.

WQ: I openly welcome this familiarity. It is rather refreshing.

WQ: This is beside the point, however.

WQ: I understand we are grossly understaffed in mental health?

WQ: I wish to provide what help I can. Your father expressed tutoring regarding this line of work that I am more than willing to attend.

EB: that's no problem at all miss q! you can even use a nickname at me too and i'll support it no matter how weird and awkward it is, haha.

EB: okay, down to business.

EB: i think it's kind of a no brainer. we're still understaffed and you've always been trustworthy and level headed. you can probably help out the other volunteers too.

EB: i'll just assign you to my dad directly. he's the one that can probably handle the most.

WQ: You shall receive a nickname that is fully befitting of your essence.

WQ: My perceived level-headedness took years of mastery, I assure you. I did not start out this way, but then again I do not suppose many do. However, I appreciate you saying so. I will do what I can.

WQ: It would be beneficial if I took pointers from the professional well versed in the subject, so I will be taking your advice and speak to Mr. Egbert concerning this.

EB: alright! hehe. well i just wanna say i'm grateful for you signing up.

EB: it's a really valuable use of your time right now, i promise you that.

EB: anything else i can help you with?

WQ: I.

WQ: Yes.

WQ: Simply a concern on relatively the same subject matter. Or a statement, rather.

WQ: John.

WQ: We have fought so hard to be where we are. Every single person of this crew. Even those who are no longer with us or on board.

WQ: It is difficult to have a world hate you, and even more when it is not only a world that explicitly requests for our capture or annihilation.

WQ: I am surprised we have endured this as long as we have without cracking. It is a rare thing to see from a group this diverse, and even rarer that despite all individual fears we have continued to remain unified.

WQ: I am proud, for what it is worth.

EB: oh. wow.

EB: thank you so much. that really does mean a lot to me.

EB: i am kind of flustered by that! haha.

EB i think you really are going to be one heck of a counseler.

WQ: I am flattered, but I only express what I have seen from both this crew and from what I have known to be true.

WQ: You have been quite the model of optimism, yourself.

EB: there's no reason not to be, right?

EB: let's save the pessimism for when shit gets real.

EB: and we have plenty of opportunities for that, for sure.

WQ: I suppose there is not. As long as the optimism is not burying truer feelings underneath.

WQ: A healthy dosage of smiles is always good to see.

EB: burying truer feelings huh? haha. wow.

EB: that sure is something.

WQ: Not that you are.

WQ: It is simply something often seen in situations where people have no control. Thus it may be something to look out for in those who experience it.

EB: yup. i'd call that a head start!

WQ: ^_^

WQ: In a way it is.

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WQ: -On her break, she quickly left the infirmary and began stalking the halls. Listening. Searching. Hunting.-

WQ: -Soon enough, the quiet whoosh of the gym door opening followed by the clack clack clack of her heels/feet, greets Dave's ears.-

UNCLE BRO: -Finally, he had time to blow off steam. His fists were flying into the punching bag, hard and fast. There was pause in his movement as he heard footsteps.-

WQ: Hello. -she says when she approached close enough, stopping about seven feet away. She won't encroach on his personal space. Yet.-

UNCLE BRO: -He turns to her, wiping sweat from his brow- Sup rami

WQ: -He could have been dead or worse for all she knew and she gets a 'sup'. She can hardly be mad about that, though.-

WQ: Ah, you know, appreciating having landed on a relatively peaceful planet. It is almost strange during war that in other parts of the universe, absolutely nothing is happening.

WQ: I see that you are punishing a punch bag. What was the offense?

UNCLE BRO: It looked at me funny i mean have you seen the fucking douchetastic faces these things achieve -Gestures at the bag emphatically-

WQ: -scrutinizes the bag, deep in thought-

WQ: It does have a snide appearance now that you mention it.

UNCLE BRO: See i told ya here i am just trying to get the g of my gtl in and then this things hitting me with the ugly face

UNCLE BRO: I had to punch it

WQ: I see. I am guessing diplomacy failed?

UNCLE BRO: This is diplomacy

UNCLE BRO: Diplomacy with my fists

WQ: Oh. How could I have erred so?

WQ: =small, comforting smile?=

UNCLE BRO: -You stop being cute this instant- You feelin alright

WQ: I cannot complain. And you? Aside from the punch bag giving you flak, that is.

UNCLE BRO: Fuck i dont know

UNCLE BRO: Im sure youve heard by now we got a special guest

UNCLE BRO: She dont even wanna be here

UNCLE BRO: Not that i blame her but

WQ: I did not only hear...

WQ: Does she have a place in mind that will bring her comfort?

UNCLE BRO: Doubt it

UNCLE BRO: Pretty sure this is gonna cause problems for dirk too

UNCLE BRO: Its amazing how well thought out this isnt

WQ: -She nodded. At least he was aware.-

WQ: That is no lie. What you say is true, but whatever decisions are made in the next few days will chart our course.

WQ: It is not favorable to keep this from the rest of the crew, though I am certain you know this already. =Her tone isn't scathing. If anything, it is a little sad.= No one will hear it from me. Patient confidentiality.

UNCLE BRO: -He snorts- What am i your patient now

WQ: I...was speaking of You Know Who, but I suppose you can file a request.

UNCLE BRO: I dont think theres enough help for all this

UNCLE BRO: I doubt were gonna keep her secret i mean how can we

UNCLE BRO: I just need to stay out of the way anyway

WQ: If what you mean by staying out of the way is for your personal safety, then yes, take the precaution. Decisions have already been made that cannot be undone. We must work with what we have.

UNCLE BRO: Pfffft i dont give a fuck about me it's for everyone else -He's starting to get frustrated again, choosing to turn and punish this bag some more-

WQ: Perhaps you should begin thinking of the ramifications your actions have. You may not care for yourself, but those around you will be affected by what occurs, regardless.

WQ: -she approached a punching bag next to him and carefully began weaving cloth between her fingers to wrap her knuckles.-

UNCLE BRO: Yeah yeah i know im just used to having to worry about just me

UNCLE BRO: -The intensity of his punches increase-

UNCLE BRO: She didnt ask to be saved or to be brought here and i didnt ask dirk at all but its just

UNCLE BRO: Its right

WQ: That is a grey area. =Regards her bagged opponent before giving it a solid punch.=

WQ: If you feel this to be right, continue to believe in it.

UNCLE BRO: All i can do -He's beating the shit out of this bag-

WQ: Just because it is all you can do does not mean you are helpless.

UNCLE BRO: Never said i was

UNCLE BRO: Just tired of fuckin up is all

WQ: Are we not all? It is a part of life, however you may wish otherwise.

UNCLE BRO: -That's not really what he wanted to hear, despite it being truth. His punches hit the bag harder, accompanied by grunts of effort-

UNCLE BRO: The fuck do i know about comforting royalty that lost their everything anyway

WQ: I am unsure of that myself, Dave. =Still punching=

WQ: Everyone handles grief differently. =As the past sweep of events have clearly reminded her.=

WQ: The only way for anyone to heal from something so profound is by the presence of others. There is always the possibility help will be rejected or one's presence goes unwanted.

WQ: =She stopped her bag and glanced over at him= It will take time, Dave. Perhaps a very long time. Your efforts may seem fruitless now, but they will help, little by little.

UNCLE BRO: -It didn't feel like it. It felt like he'd ripped her from one fire and thrust her into another, putting others in uncomfortable positions for his own selfish ends.-

UNCLE BRO: Sure they will -Punch punch punch. Fuck this bag.-

WQ: I am sensing your statement holds a passive-aggressive undertone.

UNCLE BRO: No idea where youre getting that from

WQ: =plz=

WQ: If you do not believe your help will change anything, you have already resorted to failure.

UNCLE BRO: Thanks oh great spiritual advisor

WQ: I am being serious, Dave. I am not lecturing you. This is about whether your mentality is in it or not.

UNCLE BRO: Deeds been done i stand by my decision

WQ: That you did. 

WQ: Alone. 

WQ: Are you seeing a pattern? I certainly am.

UNCLE BRO: Must be you then

WQ: =listen, boi=

WQ: You did what you had to do. I can respect that.

WQ: But as long as you are here on this ship, you are not alone, and you do not have to place the weight for what and for whom you deem responsible on your shoulders.

WQ: =SIGHS as she focused back on the punching bag= At any rate, I am pleased you returned with blood and body parts intact.

UNCLE BRO: -Pauses punching- That almost sounded heartfelt

WQ: I skipped unnecessary detail. Unless you would prefer that I went in depth with the chronicles of my truest feelings and emotions that may or may not have surfaced in your time of absence.

WQ: =She said this in a way where it was impossible to pinpoint where she was serious and where she wasn't.=

WQ: ^_^

UNCLE BRO: Shoot

WQ: It appears you must wait for another time when such an occasion arises. WQ: Alas, life is not that simple.

UNCLE BRO: Dammit i really wanted to know

WQ: Survive another dubiously teetering either/or outcome, and I shall consider it.

UNCLE BRO: You promise

WQ: I said I would consider it.

WQ: =she is quiet for a moment as she thinks, then asks with a smile=

WQ: Is your consciousness a requirement?

UNCLE BRO: How am i supposed to listen if im unconscious

WQ: You shall have to resort to creativity.

WQ: That should not be so difficult...or is it?

WQ: = c: =

UNCLE BRO: Im startin to get the feeling that youre fuckin with me

WQ: And why would I do a thing like that?

WQ: =She placed a hand on her chest, feigning offense.=

UNCLE BRO: Ive got experience with you royal types i know how your sense of humor is

UNCLE BRO: Fine i guess if im in another life threatening situation you can tell me all about your feelings over my comatose body

WQ: Oh good. ^_^ I find relief in that I shall be allowed to keep some of my dignity.

WQ: But until then, you will have a long wait ahead you. Is that not right, Dave?

UNCLE BRO: -Shrugs-

UNCLE BRO: Live fast die young

WQ: Naturally.

WQ: You are fortunate this ship provides excellent healthcare.

UNCLE BRO: I wouldnt know

WQ: =smiles= I hope you never do.

UNCLE BRO: Awww thanks rami

WQ: You are very welcome.

UNCLE BRO: -He pauses and stretches. Ugh, he's too stressed for anything, but he doesn't really care to show it-

UNCLE BRO: What else have you been up to

WQ: I have been very boring, I'm afraid. Aside from spending leisure days on the beach, there is paperwork to file and reading material to peruse. =And her own planet to worry about, but she won't say that one aloud.=

WQ: Oh. Did your brother inform you of events that transpired?

UNCLE BRO: What the fuck transpired

WQ: I...

WQ: Once you see him, I feel that he will inadvertently give you a solid hint.

UNCLE BRO: What happened to him

WQ: =Sighs...= Your kin sustained a nasal fracture, a periorbital hematoma, and bruising around the zygomatic area.

WQ: ...

WQ: He got punched in the face.

UNCLE BRO: Oh

UNCLE BRO: Thats it

UNCLE BRO: Hes fine

WQ: Yes, he will live.

UNCLE BRO: Yeah duh

WQ: ...

WQ: You make it sound like this is commonplace.

UNCLE BRO: Yeah pretty much

WQ: I shall place Derek Strider on the long list of injury-prone individuals.

UNCLE BRO: May as well put the whole crew up there

WQ: Surprisingly, there have been a select few who have acquired no injuries.

UNCLE BRO: What are their names we gotta fix that

WQ: =Laughs!= I will have to abstain. Causing injury is quite the opposite of my purpose here.

WQ: There is a Terran tradition of old. During duels physicians would be brought alongside to the field or clearing. There, they would be asked to turn around so they have deniability.

WQ: ...It is a little silly. =IN HER OPINION=

UNCLE BRO: It's also cool in a poetic sense though

WQ: Hmm. WQ: Was that the only way to settle disputes?

UNCLE BRO: Probably not but its the only way we recognized

UNCLE BRO: I dont think much has changed

WQ: When you put it that way, that process is rather universal...

UNCLE BRO: Why do you think the wars been a thing

UNCLE BRO: Oldest universal language

WQ: Languages have been forgotten with time. Perhaps this one will be as well.

UNCLE BRO: Doubt it

UNCLE BRO: We all pass it along whether we want to or not

WQ: That is a pity.

WQ: However, it does not hurt to yearn for it. We may not see true peace, but the least we can hope for is the absence of war.

UNCLE BRO: -What would he do without war. Now that he thought about it, he'd had a former career built on war propaganda and another doing wetwork because of the war. Neither he could return to. What would he do if there was none at all? Probably punch this punching bag. It's all he could do right now, or all he felt like he could do.-

UNCLE BRO: Yeah thats true

WQ: =War is not good ok! Around twenty-ish years ago, she never thought she would step down as queen, and now that she had, there were so many potential job opportunities! For instance, a lumberjack!=

WQ: =She regards him for a moment= What of your hopes, Dave?

UNCLE BRO: -Shrugs- Hope i can get an ice cold drink and for the people i care about to be alright

UNCLE BRO: Nothin major

WQ: It does not have to be.

UNCLE BRO: Good cuz it aint

UNCLE BRO: Obviously major dont work out for me

WQ: I was not suggesting that you shoot for something major. =She sighed=

WQ: For your cold drink, I believe I saw a few inviting boîtes open along the docks. They may have the refreshments you seek.

UNCLE BRO: -That is...that is hecking precious. She's precious.-

UNCLE BRO: Appreciate the sentiment but i think i got drinks covered

WQ: =She nods, but she is STILL worried for you, friend.= I...do not suppose you would...like the companionship that comes with imbibing?

UNCLE BRO: Didnt take you for much of a drinker

WQ: I partake on occasion. =No one needs to know of her wild party phase=

UNCLE BRO: -He definitely does-

WQ: =Good luck finding it. She deleted her Facebook at least a century ago.=

UNCLE BRO: -Gdi Qirin-

UNCLE BRO: Alright if thats the case meet me in the bar in thirty

UNCLE BRO: I gotta shower

WQ: =The evidence may still be lingering in other places, who knows?=

WQ: =she dipped her head, secretly relieved she also had time for a shower. All that waxy residue!=

WQ: I shall not be late. See you in thirty, Dave.

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 WQ: Hello, John.

WQ: I am loathe to admit, but I have allowed distractions to

WQ: distract me.

WQ: As distractions are prone to doing.

EB: those darn distractions. how dare they. haha.

EB: what's up q?(edited)

EB: i hope you don't mind if i call you that. it amuses me a lot.

WQ: John, I do not mind at all. Life in court is as luxurious as one would expect, but it was rather lonely.

WQ: I find comfort in the knowledge that you feel enough at ease to bestow upon me a moniker of your choosing.

WQ: I openly welcome this familiarity. It it rather refreshing.

WQ: This is beside the point, however.

WQ: I understand we are grossly understaffed in mental health?

WQ: I wish to provide what help I can. Your father expressed tutoring regarding this line of work that I am more than willing to attend.

EB: that's no problem at all miss q! you can even use a nickname at me too and i'll support it no matter how weird and awkward it is, haha.

EB: okay, down to business.

EB: i think it's kind of a no brainer. we're still understaffed and you've always been trustworthy and level headed. you can probably help out the other volunteers too.

EB: i'll just assign you to my dad directly. he's the one that can probably handle the most.

WQ: You shall receive a nickname that is fully befitting of your essence.

WQ: My perceived level-headedness took years of mastery, I assure you. I did not start out this way, but then again I do not suppose many do. However, I appreciate you saying so. I will do what I can.

WQ: It would be beneficial if I took pointers from the professional well versed in the subject, so I will be taking your advice and speak to Mr. Egbert concerning this.

EB: alright! hehe. well i just wanna say i'm grateful for you signing up.

EB: it's a really valuable use of your time right now, i promise you that.

EB: anything else i can help you with?

WQ: I.

WQ: Yes.

WQ: Simply a concern on relatively the same subject matter. Or a statement, rather.

WQ: John.

WQ: We have fought so hard to be where we are. Every single person of this crew. Even those who are no longer with us or on board.

WQ: It is difficult to have a world hate you, and even more when it is not only a world that explicitly requests for our capture or annihilation.

WQ: I am surprised we have endured this as long as we have without cracking. It is a rare thing to see from a group this diverse, and even rarer that despite all individual fears we have continued to remain unified.

WQ: I am proud, for what it is worth.(edited)

EB: oh. wow.(edited)

EB: thank you so much. that really does mean a lot to me.(edited)

EB: i am kind of flustered by that! haha.(edited)

EB i think you really are going to be one heck of a counseler.(edited)

WQ: I am flattered, but I only express what I have seen from both this crew and from what I have known to be true.

WQ: You have been quite the model of optimism, yourself.(edited)

EB: there's no reason not to be, right?

EB: let's save the pessimism for when shit gets real.

EB: and we have plenty of opportunities for that, for sure.

WQ: I suppose there is not. As long as the optimism is not burying truer feelings underneath.

WQ: A healthy dosage of smiles is always good to see.

EB: burying truer feelings huh? haha. wow.

EB: that sure is something.

WQ: Not that you are.

WQ: It is simply something often seen in situations where people have no control. Thus it may be something to look out for in those who experience it.

EB: yup. i'd call that a head start!

WQ: ^_^ WQ: In a way it is.

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