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trans_92010-05-23 10:41 pm
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Fool's Hierophant
Title: Fool's Hierophant
Location: Stacy; The Hallways
Strength.
The word meant many things to many life-forms, Renne included.
He'd thought of this word and how its meaning had changed over the years. Over days, events, eras and how it changed depending on where he ended up. When he ended up and who he ended up with.
The word had carried several meanings and as he wandered down familiar scent-trails, Renne came to a decision.
What was not there could not be, but what was there, could be. What he felt was something outside of English and what he wanted? That too, wasn't something he could entirely explain. Thus, through a stretch of hallway with a familiar landmark as his starting guide, Renne pulled and pushed himself to stand on his own two feet.
In more ways than one, he wanted to be a man.
Location: Stacy; The Hallways
Strength.
The word meant many things to many life-forms, Renne included.
He'd thought of this word and how its meaning had changed over the years. Over days, events, eras and how it changed depending on where he ended up. When he ended up and who he ended up with.
The word had carried several meanings and as he wandered down familiar scent-trails, Renne came to a decision.
What was not there could not be, but what was there, could be. What he felt was something outside of English and what he wanted? That too, wasn't something he could entirely explain. Thus, through a stretch of hallway with a familiar landmark as his starting guide, Renne pulled and pushed himself to stand on his own two feet.
In more ways than one, he wanted to be a man.
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That's all he has to say on the subject for now.
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'S right, Billy. Just because the imp may be on the ground again doesn't mean he's not going to reciprocate mother-hen-dom. Although trying not to let a wince flicker across his face, the beastie slowly leans forward to attempt a gentle nosing.
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"I do. You're usually the one seeing to it, funnily enough." Sound familiar? "Anyway, you'll be ready to try again sooner if you relax now. What do you want to try?"
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And yes, that's a very matter-of-fact little nod out of him. Alas, that stubborn streak is hard enough to quell on the best of days. Already, he's beginning to try and get back up again.
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"Is dahm rrrigh-t. Bee ah-serrrve it." That's his simple answer. Billy, to him, deserves anything and everything good that can be done. That's just part of the workings in Renne's own little head.
A chirp later, he's halfway between standing upright again and on the floor and shaking like a leaf through it.
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As he watches Renne, he thinks: Take your time. If you need my help, let me know. I'm right here.
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Offering a shy smile, he manages to get one leg positioned for the final push. Deep breath. It burns something hellish, but he's determined to try again.
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But he trusts his brother to know his absolute limit.
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He's not got a good track record for keeping within those, but much of the time when he'd broken them had been life or death. Now? It's a different story altogether.
Halfway up, his face gives a visible flinch as a sharp pang erupts in his left thigh. Immediately, the flinch turns into a frustrated almost-scowl and yes, he's being good and dropping back down.
"Eeeegh."
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Billy is right at his side, trying to restrain his worry. It wouldn't do to embarrass Renne further right now.
"All right. You're doing fine, it's just time for a break. Would you like a ride?"
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For a minute, his head ducks down as if he thinks he can hide that blush of embarrassment. It isn't at Billy, no. It's more the kind of embarrassment one might get when there's the prospect of having failed a well-loved hero.
"Haow Bee leahrrrn s-tahnd uhp?"
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"It's a process that happens automatically in humans. We learn to walk in degrees---first we raise our heads, then we start to lift our torsos, then we sit, then roll over, then crawl, and eventually stand when enough leg strength is built up from the previous steps. Once someone is strong enough to stand, they're usually walking in a few months---but since you walked at some point in the past, you may have some advantage and learn faster. With some leg exercises to build your strength up, I'm sure you'll be walking soon."
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There's a bit of a squeak then. Although part of him (the survivalist) is a tad embarrassed at the prospect of requesting assistance, most of him is slowly getting used to the ability to trust again. It's that part of himself that squashes down the survivalist.
Slowly, his arms extend out and up toward the Human's voice. If anything, Billy's the one he'd allow beyond the walls of survivalism any given time.
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Smiling, he lifts his brother and rests him on the broad human back. Once Renne's arms are securely around Bee's shoulders and the feet are gently supported, the human begins a slow walk to the Sensoriums. This position will minimize embarrassment and strain on Renne's legs, he thinks.
What do you think about a hot bath? I probably need one too, now that I think about it.
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This is a curious position. Curious but...kind of fun, actually. Chitter-squeaking, his head comes to rest on Billy's left shoulder.
"Eee. Th-is be ba-ck pig?"
He's heard of this position before but had never actually done it. At the prospect of a hot bath, the beastie grins a wee bit.
Thee do not have stench. But...yes. Bath sound good.
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I'm not worried about my scent, just my health. My muscles need to adapt to all those extra training sessions.
After a brief walk, they're inside a Sensorium. It's a quiet, peaceful place. The glen's grass is a bright blue, lit by two shining moons and a sky of stars. It didn't quite match Renne's sea, but it was the closest he could manage.
The hot spring itself was carefully ordered to register as different temperatures for them. Billy knew very well that Renne could handle hotter water than he could. Sighing happily as the steam hit his nose, Billy crouched low so that Renne could crawl in. A rock was positioned where Renne would climb down, allowing him to sit where his head would remain above water easily.
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A chirp and a grin later, the pulse of delight is sent right back with a touch of something akin to "Sweet gods, I adore you" added in there. His grip remains careful while he's borne like this -- tense and sore muscles can't be missed in such close contact.
"Bee hurrr-ted?"
Chirp. Trilling at the scent of a hotspring, then outright purring at the prospect of heat, he gives the Human a nuzzle before crawling awkwardly down. It takes a minute of sniffing and exploring to learn where things are but once he hits the water?
He's beyond purring. Outright cooing, the beastie gingerly sprawls in a shallow spot with that rock as his "pillow".
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"It's not so bad. You adjust to a constant ache after some time, but it makes sense for us to go together."
And together they go. He watches with a smile as Renne slips into the wonderfully heated water, then strips to a pair of swim trunks and slides in. All lingering worries vanish from his mind when the water touches him, to his amazement. He sits next to Renne on a deeper rock chair, submerged up to his neck. Aches and pains slowly begin to unravel, leaving a very content human behind. It helps that Renne's pleased as well.
"Is it too soon to ask if you're feeling better?"
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"Rrrr-enne noh wahn-t Bee hurrr-ted."
By now, he's got his eyes closed and his ears flopped back in a posture that depicts complete relaxation. Purring a purr that'd outdo any chorus of felines, the oddity's head turns to face the Human's voice.
Usually, he's got better control over the way his Solidity reacts in emotional situations, even ones like this comprised of solace and peace. Yet he's not all that perturbed when he feels the slight tingle of a very rarely-taken appearance of himself take shape.
Skin turns a metallic silver with a sheen of blue. Everything from the hips down changes completely and with little more than that tingle into a "tail" that looks like a married version of squid-legs and a fantastical merman's tail. Rather ornate, the appendage, really.
The silver-blue travels up his skin and his hair takes on that style more akin to his nine to thirteen-foot tall counterparts: Bald with a wide strip of hair down the middle. Flanking that come a pair of almost-majestic head-crests and his ears gain aquatic-looking finned edges. Fin-like things even sprout from his outer forearms and a scaly mask of silver "grows" onto his face.
"Eeeee. Bee?"
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"Wow...uh, I mean yes. I'm feeling better. What about you? What does this mean?"
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It takes half-a-second to realise what he means. Blushing an odd blue beneath the silvery mask, the oddity carefully leans forward to offer a nudge.
"Is hap-py. Is ah-forrre Trrrrahn-scend."
This, One rare to come into. This, from Happy, Serene. This, Solidity before Transcend, if One be-lieve, safe.
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I'm glad I could provide that for you, he thinks happily, briefly plunking his head into the water. When he comes up a moment later, he rubs at his temples with a look of clear bliss on his face. This is grand. If he had special abilities like Renne's, they'd probably be active too.
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He smiles then and allows his Solidity to do as it will. Slowly, it reverts back into the typical appearance. While loving the warmth, Renne's not keen on moving away from his rock-seat into deeper waters.
"Bahff, is goo-d. Bee noh hurrr-ted noh morrre?"
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"I'll probably still need some rest, but the loss of tension has helped significantly." When your starting point is feeling like a truck hit you and your ending point is feeling like you fell down a short flight of stairs, you take the stairs.
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