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. )

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[lalliho]

No, that's gone, now.

[sulfide]

No... ( Okay, if he knew what tripping was...he'd definitely assume that's what he was doing because his mind says this while he's literally looking at the arm he's holding. )

I've got my arm right here.

[lalliho]

[Why is he still holding onto it... Maybe it just happened?]

You need to put a tight knot at the place the arm used to be to stop it from bleeding.

[sulfide]

I'm not bleeding.

( Okay this isn't his inner monologue. But that begs the question: )

Who are you?

[lalliho]

[Not bleeding... Curiouser and curiouser.]

Lalli.

[sulfide]

Sooo...you're not me.

( He knew that. Sort of. )

Where are you, then?

[lalliho]

[...]

No. I'm not you.

[what kind of hell ass]

I'm fishing? Do you need me to come help you with your arm...

[sulfide]

I can put it back on myself, but I don't have anything to stick it on with. I think my memories are in my arm, so I don't know where to go and get anything.

( Since this place doesn't look like where he's from. Neat...lying down in the sand for a few years with his arm gone sounds like as good a plan as any. )

[lalliho]

[.............]

Memories...in your arm...

[sulfide]

( Frustrating! Just because his recent memories are gone, that doesn't mean his capacity for logic disappeared with it. If he doesn't know where he is, it stands to reason this person invading his thoughts is ignorant of how this kind of thing works. )

Gems don't have brains for holding memories and feelings. We keep them in our inclusions. If my arm is gone, then all the memories stored there are gone too.

( This...voice...is probably some mammal that has soft tissue and flesh and blood and memories, all stored in that fatty, up-top organ. )

[lalliho]

[Way to be gross about it, dude...]

Aha. What's a gem...? [Actually, there's important stuff to ask, too, so:] Think about me and think about the area around you really hard and think about letting me see that area around you.

[sulfide]

( Animals are soft and gross!! )

A gem is...? ( He's...never had to articulate his existence before since everyone he knows is either a gem or seemingly non-sentient, so that throws him for a bit of a word loop.

Ugh, this is an easier experience to grasp visually than verbally. Let's just skip over that other thing and do as this weird voice says. Cinnabar thinks about his surroundings -- the ocean water, the space around it, the sand and those little hermit crabs running around -- and then he thinks of the voice. A Lalli. Is that a name or a thing? Sounds weird but alright.

Hopefully the transmission goes through, because his concept of telepathy is probably hanging around in his unattached little finger somewhere. )

[lalliho]

[W-well, he...sort of...knows areas like that... The little watercolor-esque view he gets from that, anyway. He can wander around until he finds this weirdo.]

Okay. Don't move unless something looks like it will attack you, I guess. Your arm is the only part that came off, right?

[sulfide]

( What a protective stranger. Cinnabar could spend the rest of his life sitting still and being depressed, so it's not a hard directive to follow...even though he's not sure why he's being directed. He's his own gem!!

But fine, helpful Lalli thing. Do your worst. )

The arm and some small shards. Those are easy enough to stick back in.

[lalliho]

[In his experience, people need plenty of direction so as to Not Die, in his experience.]

I feel like they would be harder... Does it happen a lot?

...I guess that's a bad question.

[sulfide]

( Dang...Lalli goin' straight for the hard punch. )

I'm the softest gem there is. ( He's not angry about it, just matter of fact on the topic. After hundreds of years, you accept you're useless, that's all. ) But no. Not usually.

( At the idea, he sits cross-legged on the beach and plays with a little bit of mercury he produces from the tip of his finger. Cinnabar hates it a lot, but it's also weirdly comforting to have something he can do and focus on. )

[lalliho]

[Man, look at him getting to know all the soft boys.]

Oh. You can tell? Are there older breaks?

[sulfide]

( when u play soft characters, both literal and metaphorical )

No. I just know. We have ways of telling...like a scale.

[lalliho]

[squints...]

I don't know what that means.

[Weird foreign type of being!! Whatever.]

Do you know where that weird paste stuff you talked about usually is?

[sulfide]

I don't know. Rutile keeps it in his weird doctor room.

( He can create the entire layout of the room, including the doctor in question, with his mercury. That doesn't bring it any closer. )

Life won't be so bad without an arm. I'll just forget about this place and remember it again somewhere else.

[lalliho]

Remember it again somewhere else...

[pardonne the fuck]

[sulfide]

Another inclusion. It's not like I'm forgetting what's happening now. ( Like...keep the fuck up. )

If anything, the worst part is not having an arm is inconvenient. I have to carry it around when it could just be back on my body.

[lalliho]

[okay but that's nOT HOW MEMORY WORKS

HE'S PRETTY SURE!!!]

What if you lick it, will you absorb the memories?

[you've made him stupid]

[sulfide]

( .....oh my fucking god Lalli. )

...No. Are you an idiot? My memories aren't food.

[lalliho]

I know they're not, stupid.

[LALLI]

But if it's not like human stuff, you can make it part of your body again by eating it. You said you're soft anyway, it'll be easy.

[just vore yourself asshole]