12th Partridge [Action/Voice/Event]

[pearheaded]

[You know what's horrifying? Holograms. You know what's even worse? Being Ian during them. So when you hear the horrified shrieks in the plaza, it's probably just Ian being carried by a group of lumberjacks toward a GIANT WHIRRING WOODCHIPPER. Suffice to say, Mr. Kolansky is flailing above their heads in complete terror.]

PLEASE NO, NOT THE CHIPPER, NOT THE CHIPPER!!

I'M DELICATE!!

[It's not even registering that in such situations he'd die in Luceti; thank god for the lack of fatality in this event.]

.....

[Even worse, a couple hours later he's running all across town with people dressed like this after him. Man, he hasn't had this happen in a long-ass while, but it's still far from pleasant. By the time he manages to outrun them, he's gone all through town. His clothes are entirely wrecked and his day is shot to hell, b-but at least he can try to help some people out if they need it. You can find him hiding in the bushes or hanging upside down in a tree, struggling to get his foot out of vines. Or he can slam into you at a hideous speed. Or you can find him cowering in fear behind your house.

... Or you can find him tied up over a pot of boiling water.

Look, the mob wasn't friendly, okay? Kinda obvious.]

[Voice]



D-does anyone need any instant-healing medicine? I know some people were a little 'beat up' today...

Does anyone know why these're popping up like this?

[huff.]

Ah, well. This better not interrupt Parent's Day...

[He'll be around with dirty clothes (what's new), but he'll at least be free of any holograms, should you want him to run into one of yours.]

Comments

IT'S OKAY IT'S WORTH IT AAAAALL

[pearheaded]

[/crushed]

Mmphfmph Mmmmr.

[what a hero]

;u;

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[You see, and that might as well have been "Get off of me you giant waste of oxygen and all things good for several of my internal organs have ruptured, your ass is not lightweight." as he leaps off with the inherent grace and agility of a cat who was just spritzed with a water bottle.]

ARE YOU OKAY?

[SPAZ ATTACK]

;u; /touches hands together

[pearheaded]

I'm okay! I just broke my nose!

[Don't worry, it's healed. :|]

But hey! Thanks for the help, man! That was pretty swell of ya'.

derps forever bb

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[Uh, yeah that's.... something special alright. He's never exactly met anything that could heal itself that wasn't a murder church militant.]

No... problem...

[He's to polite to just ask what are you. So you'll have to settle for derp who may or may not be looking at you a little wide-eyed right now.]

both of them, foreverrrrr :|

[pearheaded]

[... He reaches up and mops off some blood on his lip, at that.]

Was there something on my face? Or is it the hair? Do I have a bug on me?

At least derps are wonderful? :')

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

No you're... fine.

[ahaha... don't mind him 8|;;]

;u; sometimes they're pretty groovy, yeah

[pearheaded]

Aahaha, anyway! Thanks for helping me!

[one sec taking your hand for a FAST MANRY HANDSHAKE.]

My name's Ian, Ian Kolansky, medicine seller! Anything I can do for ya, just give the word whenever and I'll be there to help!

admittedly, I wanted to add "he should rescue some hookers and see what happens" to this tag

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[What. What even. Ian he is not used to fast manry handshakes and overly excitable derpiness. THIS NEEDS TO REGISTER IN HIS BRAIN AS REAL LIFE.]

You don't have to.

[what is it with people offering you stuff when you save their lives, man.]

lord, wouldn't that be special

[pearheaded]

Of course I have to! I said so, didn't I? What, you don't like people returning favors?

I am so tempted to make a fanfic out of it but who would even read it?

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[nasnalknsklanskl backpedaling]

I didn't mean it like that...

[You know path-of-redemption-just-doing-my-job-I-am-not-worthy stuff.]

If you really wanted to, then I'd be honored to accept.

everyone! ;u;

[pearheaded]

Awesome, glad you understand my feelings!

What's your name? You hurt anywhere?

I havn't written a fanfic in years /cry

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

I'm Livio. [and a pause.] I'm not hurt.

[A master of the spoken language, that Livio is.]

begin once more, young one

[pearheaded]

Livio! Haven't seen you around much. You new?

Yead I edited this just to edit the subject line DON'T JUDGE MEEEE ;_;

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

I've been here a few months

[Which in Livio time is awhile but yeah, still pretty green to this Luceti thing]

/JUDGED

[pearheaded]

A few months? I guess I could say the same! Been here for aaabout... seven months now? Time definitely flies!

/WEEPS INTO HANDS

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

It does.

[Okay so not really for him but he might as well agree. :| and I kinda want to punch this two word tag in the face. LIVIO NEEDS MORE SOCIAL SKILLS DAMN IT.]

[pearheaded]

[don't underestimate ian's skills at never shutting up]

So, where're you from, Livio? Everyone here sure has some interesting worlds; I can't help but prod a little, yanno? [Though to be fair, he's interested in NORMAL Earth, so there's that.]

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

Well it's...

[Kinda hard to explain to someone who's never been.]

It's name is "No Man's Land". It's not like Luceti at all, the whole planet is a desert so it's a hard place to survive at times but it's not all bad.

[you know, nothing special or anything.]

[pearheaded]

.........

That sounds awful.

There aren't any trees?

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

I'd never seen one until I arrived at Luceti.

[So uh, probably not.]

[pearheaded]

....

My god. That is like a nightmare.

[He collapses dramatically to his hands and knees! MY ENERGY IS GONE BY THIS HORROR STORY.]

That's just awful—just awful!!

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[OH THE HUMANITY! He'll just try and cheer him up and assure him while kicking himself inside.]

It's really not that bad!

[Even if he really likes trees too :'|]

[pearheaded]

But—but... I mean. [It's more the idea that he or the others would have no possibility of existing there, even if it's not that important. It's scary to think about!] It must be pretty hot there... You don't have much water?

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

It's true that it's really hot and we don't have a lot of water but... we're used to it.

[trying to reduce THE HORROR.]

[pearheaded]

I guess... it's good that you're used to it. This place must be a doozy to ya', huh?