[ boothill, hatless, is right up in his cell in the security room. he's kicked the bed in half and trashed whatever was on it. his knuckles have been beat up and scratched where they've fruitlessly punched at the walls, the iron sharp and frayed and broken, exposing the shadows and some wires underneath.
he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl. ]
[ oh he sees. he's looking all of this over for a moment and kind of assessing the situation, watching boothill closely. sir, your eye? ]
Would if I could, but I couldn't even let my own guys out back in Heaven. [ it is safer there is a barrier apparently. he doesn't expect this to work, but he's tilting his head curiously as he thinks of where to start. ]
he almost gives a bitter smirk. almost. he mostly just scoffs. ]
What the fork do you think? It's bein' cooped up in this forkin' nonsense place. Makin' things with my imagination, bein' told how great this place is by some nobodies, even when we're all goin' fudgin' AWOL. Essek shouldn't have gotten in my fudgin' way.
Hey, I didn't want to make assumptions, man. I'd rather ask and know than just decide how you feel. [ also he is so confused. ] What kind of things have you been making? What did Essek do that was stopping you?
[ he is SO scarlet (pretends i know more about this other than the questions i ask the mods) ]
I don't know. Residents said the place was powered by imagination or somethin'? And emotions are controlled by colors, maybe? They refract, and it changes you. You go haywire.
[ something glitches in him, suddenly. he blinks hard, his head twitching. ]
Essek... [ that anger is fading. he narrows his eyes at the floor instead of jonas. his fists are still tight at his sides. ] Essek shouldn't have been in my way. Frumpkin was in the basement, and I was pissed the fork off. I'd had it with this Prism place. I got things to do back home.
[ you're doing great but also wow hearing this icly actually sounds kind of insane. he's heard a little of chroma from roxana but not nearly enough to determine if this is normal right now. is this refracting? is boothill secretly just angry? much to consider.
but he's watching this progression continue. ]
Sounds like a lot to deal with when you don't know how to control your colors. [ or emotions. ] How did Frumpkin get to the basement? Actually, do you remember how you got here? To the Prism.
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he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl. ]
Let me outta here.
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Would if I could, but I couldn't even let my own guys out back in Heaven. [ it is safer there is a barrier apparently. he doesn't expect this to work, but he's tilting his head curiously as he thinks of where to start. ]
What's making you angriest right now?
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he almost gives a bitter smirk. almost. he mostly just scoffs. ]
What the fork do you think? It's bein' cooped up in this forkin' nonsense place. Makin' things with my imagination, bein' told how great this place is by some nobodies, even when we're all goin' fudgin' AWOL. Essek shouldn't have gotten in my fudgin' way.
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also, this is wild. ]
Hey, I didn't want to make assumptions, man. I'd rather ask and know than just decide how you feel. [ also he is so confused. ] What kind of things have you been making? What did Essek do that was stopping you?
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I don't know. Residents said the place was powered by imagination or somethin'? And emotions are controlled by colors, maybe? They refract, and it changes you. You go haywire.
[ something glitches in him, suddenly. he blinks hard, his head twitching. ]
Essek... [ that anger is fading. he narrows his eyes at the floor instead of jonas. his fists are still tight at his sides. ] Essek shouldn't have been in my way. Frumpkin was in the basement, and I was pissed the fork off. I'd had it with this Prism place. I got things to do back home.
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but he's watching this progression continue. ]
Sounds like a lot to deal with when you don't know how to control your colors. [ or emotions. ] How did Frumpkin get to the basement? Actually, do you remember how you got here? To the Prism.
[ sure, let's pretend we're here now. ]