[ going to very kindly ignore the sleep talking. playing deaf
but he does bring thancred a cup of water with a straw in it at some point so he doesn't even have to get up. here you go grandpa "hes younger than you bixing" grandpa ]
[opens one eye at him without actually moving because moving is bullshit right now. He's practically a black mage with how little he wants to move anywhere, at all, at any time, for any reason.]
...'ve seen this place before.
[He sips his water, wetting his throat before trying again.]
[ he looks... surprised? brows jumping a little bit. ]
...I do, that's right. The biome seems to be pretty stable with it, right now. [ it's the sheer force of bixing's incredibly fussy and worried dad energy that's keeping it there. ]
Were you more awake than I thought when we brought you guys in here...? [ there is a whole as sign on the door. dancing robots included. ]
[He just lets his arm flop, when pushed, like the tap gave him permission to just stop expending any energy to keep it aloft all at once. He's so tired.
But after a minute he kind of turns his head a little, looking at Bixing more closely, more head-on.]
[He does one of those full-body exhales that people do when they're absolutely bone-tired exhausted, so long and so thin that it's basically a sigh by the end of it, and then he's just quiet for a while until: ]
[He'd been, like. 60/40 on pretty sure he knew what was going on there, but the problem with being a dad is that you always want to be sure, or you just assume the worst.]
I — thought. She didn't laugh at my clothes. Didn't act like...
[But he's still kind of tired and out of it, so he unfortunately loses that train of thought before long, before having to grasp around to find it again.]
But it could have been. And what if it was...and I didn't...
[He shakes his head, slowly, forgetting that the head contusions and resultant headache make that a really stupid idea.]
[ lu bixing is one of those people with a generally calming presence - there's a steadiness to him, an unshakability in that everything will be alright. it's what made him a good leader, in times of great crisis in the eighth, the reason why they even looked to lu bixing in the first place, and he's very much giving off that aura in this curfew, today. bolstering thancred's own statements. ]
... As far as I've heard, those little - I don't know, forays into other places, they like to use other people against you. Usually, it's just an illusion.
Mmh. I suppose that means I can fault her for stabbing me.
[It's not really a funny joke, but the fact that he's making one at all is probably a good sign. Of course, there's still that phrasing, use other people against you, that makes him wince on sheer reflex.
Quietly, then: ]
Can anything be done for Gideon's hand...?
[Deep down, he knows the answer to this already, too. It's not his fault that LBX is projecting an aura that makes him want to believe in miracles.]
[ help. it's okay. he laughs a little, a tiny huff - mostly because he's used to thancred's sense of humor at this point, and the very slight eyeroll here is affectionate. like, okay. sure. make your jokes, silly man.
anyway. the second part is a little more sobering - lu bixing purses his lips together and glances away, past the living room and out in the direction of another room of the house. nothing here works, which is such a shame, because the medical capsule maybe two doors away could really do a lot for everyone in here. ]
...Not here. [ he says, eventually, brows pinched, and gives a shake of his head. ] But... when we get out of here, definitely. I can engineer something until we can get a bioreplacement. [ a lil two finger prosthetic. ] ...but without my tools here, nothing I make would be as functional.
[And he actually does hesitate here, because there's a way he naturally wants to phrase this question, but the problem is the way he'd default to phrasing it is exactly the thing that everybody always yells at him about — particularly Lu Bixing — and he's actually trying to have character development in the interim, so.]
Even if there were a way to...try. Some bargain to be struck. It still would do no good?
[It takes a fair amount of effort to tactfully detail the problem while avoiding making it sound like a sacrifice, particularly while his head is still aching, but it's not a half-bad attempt at it, really.]
...Stop trying to make blood sacrifices when science will do a perfectly acceptable job of fixing something with a little patience... [ if he had a nickel for every time this happened he'd have too many nickels.
he doesn't sound like. angry or anything, at least because well, he's trying, and bixing of all people respects improvement. a little softer:] I know what you're saying, though. I want it to be fixed, too, as soon as we can get it fixed.
[ like two fussy parents worrying over their kid's booboo actually ]
[Oh, wow, does he ever have a Reaction™ to the phrasing of "blood sacrifices", though. Like, actually jerking back a little bit on pure reflex, like he's just been slapped.
Fortunately, it's only a reflex, and he's able to settle back down again pretty quickly.]
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but he does bring thancred a cup of water with a straw in it at some point so he doesn't even have to get up. here you go grandpa "hes younger than you bixing" grandpa ]
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...'ve seen this place before.
[He sips his water, wetting his throat before trying again.]
'member this. You live here.
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...I do, that's right. The biome seems to be pretty stable with it, right now. [ it's the sheer force of bixing's incredibly fussy and worried dad energy that's keeping it there. ]
Were you more awake than I thought when we brought you guys in here...? [ there is a whole as sign on the door. dancing robots included. ]
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Yours.
[Childrens.]
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Mine. [ weh he misses his kids. ] Didn't you just say you didn't want to move?
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[He just lets his arm flop, when pushed, like the tap gave him permission to just stop expending any energy to keep it aloft all at once. He's so tired.
But after a minute he kind of turns his head a little, looking at Bixing more closely, more head-on.]
Need you to. Answer something. ...For me.
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...Sure. Anything. What is it?
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...Did anyone find Ryne?
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... he bites his lip, and shakes his head. ]
...No, Thancred. [ weh. ] It was just you two.
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[He'd been, like. 60/40 on pretty sure he knew what was going on there, but the problem with being a dad is that you always want to be sure, or you just assume the worst.]
No one saw her?
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[ which, what goes unsaid - and ryne never was. ]
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[Eerie as it is, he actually laughs. It's rough and raw but relieved.]
Then she isn't here. She's still safe. No one...they didn't bring her here.
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No. [ and thank goodness for that, honestly. ] Definitely not.
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[But he's still kind of tired and out of it, so he unfortunately loses that train of thought before long, before having to grasp around to find it again.]
But it could have been. And what if it was...and I didn't...
[He shakes his head, slowly, forgetting that the head contusions and resultant headache make that a really stupid idea.]
Ngh. But it wasn't. 'Twasn't.
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[ lu bixing is one of those people with a generally calming presence - there's a steadiness to him, an unshakability in that everything will be alright. it's what made him a good leader, in times of great crisis in the eighth, the reason why they even looked to lu bixing in the first place, and he's very much giving off that aura in this curfew, today. bolstering thancred's own statements. ]
... As far as I've heard, those little - I don't know, forays into other places, they like to use other people against you. Usually, it's just an illusion.
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[It's not really a funny joke, but the fact that he's making one at all is probably a good sign. Of course, there's still that phrasing, use other people against you, that makes him wince on sheer reflex.
Quietly, then: ]
Can anything be done for Gideon's hand...?
[Deep down, he knows the answer to this already, too. It's not his fault that LBX is projecting an aura that makes him want to believe in miracles.]
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anyway. the second part is a little more sobering - lu bixing purses his lips together and glances away, past the living room and out in the direction of another room of the house. nothing here works, which is such a shame, because the medical capsule maybe two doors away could really do a lot for everyone in here. ]
...Not here. [ he says, eventually, brows pinched, and gives a shake of his head. ] But... when we get out of here, definitely. I can engineer something until we can get a bioreplacement. [ a lil two finger prosthetic. ] ...but without my tools here, nothing I make would be as functional.
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[And he actually does hesitate here, because there's a way he naturally wants to phrase this question, but the problem is the way he'd default to phrasing it is exactly the thing that everybody always yells at him about — particularly Lu Bixing — and he's actually trying to have character development in the interim, so.]
Even if there were a way to...try. Some bargain to be struck. It still would do no good?
[It takes a fair amount of effort to tactfully detail the problem while avoiding making it sound like a sacrifice, particularly while his head is still aching, but it's not a half-bad attempt at it, really.]
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tiredly: ]
...Stop trying to make blood sacrifices when science will do a perfectly acceptable job of fixing something with a little patience... [ if he had a nickel for every time this happened he'd have too many nickels.
he doesn't sound like. angry or anything, at least because well, he's trying, and bixing of all people respects improvement. a little softer:] I know what you're saying, though. I want it to be fixed, too, as soon as we can get it fixed.
[ like two fussy parents worrying over their kid's booboo actually ]
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Fortunately, it's only a reflex, and he's able to settle back down again pretty quickly.]
...All right. Patience, then.
[He looks away.]
Easier for us than for her, as solutions go.