minecraft is unrealistic

[vagabone]

Who: Héctor, anyone
What: His spirit is as dead as he is.
When: July 25th
Where: Enso
Warnings: Mild injury, and a truckload of d e s p a i r to start with.

It's mid afternoon, one year and then some after he first arrived on the beaches of the island. The thirteenth month. Thirteen's been said to be an unlucky number. Certainly it's not doing him any favors.

As good and kind as everyone is... it's just not enough. Not every day. There's only one thing that ever will be, one thing which he always seems to be denied, one way or another. Granted, not much about his situation is new, when it comes down to it, but then neither are these deep black moods. There were no failures this year. No bridge. Nothing to try. Everything's perfectly fine until he can't fake it anymore, because everything is not fine.

He had four pleasant days with his family, after so long dreaming of them. Was that it? Is that all he'll ever have? And there's no reason for it, seeing as there's very little he can do someone else can't do better. Of course, if he hadn't been so stupid, he would have had many years with them before being drawn to this world, not only four days... stupid, stupid, stupid. He's always been stupid. It explodes outwards as anger first, for a few minutes, but that's hard to sustain for him. So...

He's just lying on the ground, in the leaves underneath a tree, no smile on his face and cracks spiderwebbing through all the bones of one hand. Don't punch trees if you have no padding on your hands, you won't like the results. He doesn't want to get up, he doesn't want to goof off, joke around, play games, none of that. There's... nothing. No point at all.

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[onegreeneye]

Oh.

That doesn't look good.

Ginko moves slowly as he approaches Hector; he's not trying to hide, really, but he doesn't want to startle Hector by coming up too quickly. He crouches down about a foot away from him, his tail thumping on the ground, and frowns at the condition of his hand.

"...that looks bad."

[vagabone]

"Don't worry about it." he says, after a moment of silence. He can't really think of anything else to say. Don't fuss over it, because he can't be bothered to get up and walk all the way to someone who can heal it. He's dead. It's not a big deal. Let it go.

[onegreeneye]

Maybe Hector won't fuss over it, but Ginko sure will.

Well... not fuss over it, exactly. He's had his pushiness backfire on him enough times in the past that he's not going to jump right into it now. Instead, he adjusts to sit all the way down next to Hector, legs crossed and tail tucked close to him.

"What happened?"

[vagabone]

Something stupid. All barriers are down, though, and he doesn't really care if Ginko thinks he's an idiot. Ginko wouldn't be wrong. Everything he's suffered through was all partly his own fault. "Hit my hand against a tree." And... he breaks easy.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, look, here comes Hector's absolute favorite person!

Michael just sort of glances over the skeleton initially; they don't know each other well, and he can certainly sympathize with just lying on the ground. Sometimes, one does that. He's also good at identifying damage to humans, though, and the spiderwebbing cracks catch at his interest.

"Blunt trauma?" he asks, coming to lean over Hector. From his tone, he expects that he's correct. Looks like it hit the knuckles straight on...he goes on in what's intended to be a sympathetic tone, though his words themselves fall short: "It's very easy for human hands to break when you punch. Poor design."

[vagabone]

Favorite, unfavorite, it doesn't matter. He's as low as he can go. Can't die of apathy when you're already dead, but you sure can lie down and never get up.

"Especially mine. My bones break easy. It happens."

[eudaimonikos]

"None of them are that hard to break."

Which is, on second thought, not a nice thing at all to say? He only meant that Hector's not really that much worse than anyone else. Michael kneels down to see the damage closer; it's not all that bad, though without his normal magic to fix it up, he can see it being problematic. "Do you heal on your own?"

[prettypurpleparlor]

[At first, Muffet isn't entirely sure why he's just lying on the ground... and then she catches sight of his hand.]

[She doesn't say anything, just marches briskly up to him, sits down beside him, and very gently touches the broken hand with one of hers, glowing green. Be healed, dammit. She'll figure out what happened in a moment, try actually talking to him in a moment, but first and before anything- be healed.]

[She can't just leave people hurt, when she can do something about it.]

[vagabone]

[She could and he wouldn't say a damn word. He's proven that, hasn't it? The green magic works and they start to seal themselves up, sucking away her energy too. He's barely looking at her.]

Gracias.

[prettypurpleparlor]

You're welcome.

[Her voice is... soft, gentle. Calm.]

[Tired.]

[So very tired.]

[journalname]

"Good afternoon, Hector!"

Asgore doesn't make much of this at first. It is hot out; he spends a lot of time sitting beneath trees himself. But it's unusual for this skeleton in particular to be so unsmiling, so he draws a little closer, brow furrowing in concern. "How are you today?"

[vagabone]

So hollow and so still. It's true, that's not like him at all, unless he's sleeping. Which he isn't, his eyes are open.

What would be the truth, but not too much truth to handle? Eventually, he responds. "Probably not good company."

[journalname]

"I am very rarely good company, either."

That's a little more real than Asgore would normally be, but it's certainly true in his mind. He hasn't been great company in centuries. Anyway, screw talking about him, because he's finally noticed that Hector's hand isn't looking so great! He moves as if to lean down and see it closer, but decides that it's a bit of a threatening looming gesture and just sort of hovers. "Are you injured?"

[postictal]

Tim's a common sight on Ensō. He lifts and carries shit around, to and from Denny, just on the daily. Since he's got wind that some other people are doing repairs of the other buildings near Denny, he's been out and about trying to find more supplies for wood and the like.

Doesn't mean to run into a skeleton lying on the ground, almost trip over him in fact, but that's kinda what happens. It's not his fault that a skeleton splayed prone on the ground doesn't really stand out.

"Woah - shit. Sorry."

He blinks. Don't think he's ever seen this before.

"...you good?"

[vagabone]

He makes some attempt to roll out of the way, propping himself up on one elbow a moment later. Oh. Just Tim. Alright then. Back down he goes, easing to the forest floor. The good hand clasps the other, covering up all the little cracks.

"Fine. Just tired."

[postictal]

"Yeah, that sounds like code for 'feeling like shit but not wanting to make a big deal out of it'." Take it from Tim, who regularly indulges "fine" as a code for literally that.

"I don't think I've ever seen you just...you know, lying somewhere without doing anything before." Which kinda raises that whole question. You good?

[catpiper]

[That's weird.

He isn't usually hanging out like this and she barely catches his lifeless form out of the corner of her eye.]

Héctor?

[vagabone]

[An undead lump. The only movement he has the energy to make is to cover one hand with the other, hiding the cracks.]

Hey, kid.

[catpiper]

[Well, this is super weird. And unnerving. And she isn't sure what to do.]

Are you okay?

[atailoftwoworlds]

At first, Zidane had no reason not to assume that Héctor was not just resting and was going to quietly walk past him not to disturb him but as he approached closer, he quickly realised he was mistaken and his face was turned to one with concern. He had to check up and see if there was any way he could help. Then there was a gasp as he came nearer and noticed something else wrong.

“Geez, what happened?! Your hand!”

[vagabone]

He hasn't bothered covering the hand up, that's how listless he is. It's really not so bad, compared to his old fractures. It can wait until he needs hands again, which he doesn't if he's going to lie in the dirt forever.

"Nothing. It's nothing."

[atailoftwoworlds]

“Nothing?” Zidane keeps looking at Héctor’s hand and frowns. The guy might be a dead and a skeleton but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t take care of himself. “That looks a little more than nothing, man. C’mon, I’ll bandage it up for ya.” And he kneels down and takes a bandage out to start wrapping it around Héctor’s hand. “How did that happen anyway?” And, more importantly, why is Héctor so depressed? Zidane has never seen him looking so miserable. Even if he doesn’t find out what the problem is, he can’t leave the guy alone.

[forwearemany]

"You are damaged."

Legion may have had somewhat of a rocky start with Hector, considering the assumptions he made about them due to their robotic nature, but that was months ago: they are now allies.

Thus, when they see him lying there, they approach, and when they see his cracked hand, they are concerned.

Given their overall lack of expression, however, the latter may not be clear as they stand there and stare down at him.

[vagabone]

Well, too late to hide his hand. A robot is far too smart to fall for that and a lame excuse. They're still unreadable. No eyes, no mouth, no way to frown down at him. But it does sound like what someone might say if they were worried.

"It happens. My bones aren't that strong. I'll do something about it later, don't worry about it."

[forwearemany]

"Acknowledged."

Legion has little idea about what to do for a damaged skeleton, so they'll leave it at that.

"Are you willing to discuss the circumstances of this injury?"