voice.

[sulfide]

( Let's not discuss the details of how...this...happened too much. It's not like Cinnabar to be clumsy or careless, but somehow that's what has lead him from Point A to Point D -- D is for Disaster.

He hit a few choice rocks pretty hard, and now he's got one of his arms in his hand. The loss of a limb has left him pretty dazed and confused with a chunk of his memories gone. Otherwise, he might have the forethought to ask for glue or something. Not for help since he certainly wouldn't need it! But the jumbled space where his memories should be is what leads to the simple, accidental telepathic message: )

Oh. My arm came off.

( That's, uh...pretty concerning if you don't know he's a red rock person thing. )

Comments

[rootbound]

[usually Vern tunes out most of the stray telepathic messages that come over the network at this point, but this one makes him pause in what he's doing and lift his head, both eyebrows raised]

Fake arm or real arm. Do you...need help.

[sulfide]

My real arm...? I have to glue it back together.

( This fact seems obvious to him, which might explain the incredulous way in which he thinks these things. He'll avoid questioning why he has a voice in his head for now. )

[rootbound]

...uh...

[looks around the cave a little wildly, where he's at. he. he does have animal glue.]

Okay. Hold your...arm where it should be and wait for help, please. Where are you?

[he really hopes the lack of screaming pain coming from whoever he's talking to means that this isn't a huge deal physically and not that they're, like, dying. it's hard to tell in the coven. either way, he'd better hurry]

[lalliho]

You need to put stuff on the end, I think. So you can keep some of it.

[The scouts have...basic...medical...]

[sulfide]

( Put stuff on the end...well, it's not inaccurate. )

Are you talking about paste? Because of course that's what I need.

( Why does his inner monologue suddenly think he's a moron? )

[lalliho]

[Paste?]

Fire or a tight knot.

[terezias]

[Oh. Hmm. It's the one from before.]

That seems concerning! Can you put it back on?

[sulfide]

I need something to stick it back together with.

( This is pretty matter-of-fact to him because he's not sure where the voice is coming from. )

[terezias]

Like . . . glue?

[idk what else do you use to stick things on.]

[splinten]

Need help putting it back?

[Honestly assuming robot arm here.]

[sulfide]

( The same ballpark?? Maybe?? )

I can do it myself. Just need something to put it together with.

[splinten]

What kind of thing would work? I keep a ton of materials at my place.

[Robotic.... materials...]

[drizzle]

What do you mean by your arm came off...?

[There will be a very concerning tone in her voice as she asks because HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM ABOUT THIS? She wanted to yell that so badly at them; however decided to not over-react until she gets the full story. With so many people from different worlds, for all she knew this could be another Nines and 2B situation, with them being not-human and all.]

[sulfide]

( Ding, ding, ding...well, he's not an android, but he might as well be. )

Just what it sounds like. I hit a rock and my arm cracked off.

[drizzle]

How hard did you have to hit a rock to crack your arm off?

[No, seriously, new friend, how hard did you hit that rock and why are you so damn calm about it!? Too bad she was good at keeping her inner most thoughts through telepathy.]

....you aren't bleeding or anything, right? Where are you anyway? Maybe we can figure something out....

[Maybe once they meet in person, then Nike will get a better idea about the situation and the reason behind the person she is talking to wasn't overreacting to having cracked off and lost an arm.]

[nockpoint]

Look on the bright side. You can probably use it as a weapon now. At least you'll be armed if something else happens.

[ WORST. TERRIBLE. IM THE WOOOOOORST. ]

[sulfide]

( ............................will you just fucking die or something please )

[sulfide]

And how long did it take for you to come up with that comedy routine?

( aka go choke on a DICK loser )

[nockpoint]

[ IF YOU WANT TO KILL HIM, PLEASE. do that. come on. do it for him. do it coward. ]

You seemed at a loss for what to do in this situation.

[witchwithoutacause]

What the hell dude?!

[ That? Sounds? Concerning? ]

[sulfide]

( God all these damn humans running around with non-removable body parts!!! )

It happens...well, it shouldn't. Sometimes it's inevitable if you're busy.

( At least, that's what he'll tell you. )

[witchwithoutacause]

For real? Shit, that's convenient. If I lose an arm it's just a bloody mess.

[talim]

Your... wait, what?!

[ jude. sounds panicked. yeah, uh, definitely concerning? ]

[sulfide]

( He...really didn't mean to broadcast this to the world, oops!! Look upon his failure and shame him. )

My arm. It's not a big deal as long as I can reattach it.

[cuchulainn]

...Shouldn't you be screaming in pain right about now?

[ well. as much as one could scream through telepathy. ]