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[nitrodamus]

Who: Sollux and ANYONE.
Where: Around downtown Los Angeles, whoops.
When: Twilight on January 28th.
What: Karkat makes the mistake of leaving Sollux alone in the TB dormitories, which results in Sollux fuguing out and having a wander and upsetting a lot of people.
Warnings: Mental trauma and probably references to body horror.

It's so loud in the empty dorms that it wakes Sollux up. Karkat isn't there, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he left. He doesn't even think about it. He doesn't care - reality outside of the present is only a faint glimmer in the back of his mind.

The voices in his head are loud and clear. The voices of the dead and the dying. They were more frightening before, when their deaths had been imminent and unavoidable. Now they just linger like pedestrians waiting to catch their ride out of town.

The light looks dimmer than before, outside. Night. He decides he wants to leave.

Sollux leaves the Trailblazer dormitories without thinking to put shoes on, and wanders without direction. His appearance and identity as a troll are unconcealed, with him wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and jeans. The metal plugs and machinery built into the back of his skull is fully visible, and for once, he isn't thinking about it. As is the metal collar around his neck. He's decided that he's going to go somewhere, and do something, and he doesn't know what.

His ears flick at sounds that remind something in his ancestral subconscious of prey. Humans who see him on the street react negatively, and when he shows minimal or defensive response, they become afraid. Alternians are never especially welcome, but with one acting like this, they have no reason to believe he's actually a citizen. Especially when the only language he uses are threateningly insectoid hisses and clicks that resonate unfamiliarly from his throat.

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[nitrodamus]

The almost continue growl in his throat intensifies, the buzzing sound radiating out of his throat. He hisses, walking a partial circle around her. His fingers are spread like he intends to threaten her with them, but in reality, the end of his fingers are yellowed as if recently injured and there is nothing but ruined nubs where his claws should be.

He snaps a harsh word in Alternian. None of that English means anything to him, nothing that he can remember.

[liberaition]

Kit does her best not to flinch, which mostly works. She doesn't have much experience with trolls, but this one looks like he's in a bad way. And getting a closer look at his implants wouldn't hurt, either. Slowly and only a little shakily, Kit reaches out a hand to him - her organic hand - and tries to make her voice sound as soothing as possible.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. Do you speak any English?" She quickly flicks through a translation program in her head, but it doesn't have an entry for Troll. "Hablas Español? Parlez-vous Français? I can help you."

[nitrodamus]

He stops, lingering defensively against the wall, bearing his fangs and continuing to growl. But he doesn't move to strike, and it gives her the chance to speak. And the meaning of some of those words actually trickle through to him.

It's okay she's saying. Asking if he speaks...English? Saying something about hurting? His head hurts now, more than anything.

"I don't not speak English well," he says with a buzz, his English thickly accented and hard to make out. Even as he says it, he's confused.

[liberaition]

She takes a baby step closer to the troll, still reaching out toward him. Her cybernetic arm hangs by her side, palm turned toward him to show that she's empty handed. The blue light embedded in her hand is dimmed to a faint glow.

Kit can barely understand him, but she gets the gist. "That's okay. I don't speak Troll well." Or at all. She takes another baby step closer. "You look like you might need help. Why don't we get you somewhere safe, hmm?"

[nitrodamus]

He pulls back warily when she comes forward. The buzz in his throat intensifies into an insectoid growl.

"What is you?" he trills.

[liberaition]

Kit holds her place, not wanting to spook him any more than she already has.

"My name is Kit. I'm not... I'm nobody important. What's your name?"

[nitrodamus]

Kit... Those words mean that that's her name? He glances around hazily, trying to remember what he was doing. He doesn't really remember why he came here. And the harder he tries to think on it, the more clear it becomes that he can't remember his own name.

That's stupid. Why can't he? He stares at the ground, his ears folding back. The growl has receded to a soft click. Finally, he remembers something. Something he's been called.

"Gemini," he mumbles. "Pro...gehct Gemini..."

He doesn't know what the words mean.

[liberaition]

People - even trolls, from what Kit knows about them - don't usually title themselves Project anything. It fits in a little too well with his gnarly looking cybernetics, and Kit feels a sharp, surprising pang of emotion.

"Gemini. Okay, Gemini. Maybe we should get you off the street. There are things a lot of people don't understand, it's not-- it's not safe, everywhere."

She takes another baby step toward him, her stance as open and nonthreatening as she can make it. It helps that she's not especially imposing. 5'3" and too-thin, Kit's never been much of a physical threat.

[nitrodamus]

Gemini, Gemini...She understood that much. And the more he tries to think about where he got the words from, the more lost he feels. He doesn't pull back this time, looking up at the sky instead.

He understands it's not safe. He's inclined to believe her.

"Where are this?" he hums and clicks, eyes lingering on the rising moon. "It's not well. It's...other..."

[liberaition]

Kit takes a bigger step closer this time. She's not really sure what he's talking about, but it seems like the most important thing here is to keep talking in a soothing tone. Like talking to a frightened dog.

"This? We're in Los Angeles. Los Angeles, California, The United States of America, North America, Earth, in our solar system, which is..." Kit quickly runs a few queries through Wikipedia in her mind. "In the Orion Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy."

She takes another step closer, slowly, trying not to let Gemini feel boxed in.

"Where were you, before you were here?"

[nitrodamus]

Where were you?

He knows those words. He wavers on his feet, thinking about it, still staring upwards. He thinks about silence and darkness and pain. He thinks about water.

"I'm...lost..." he churrs, distantly. "I'm gone."

[liberaition]

It seems like that wasn't the right question to ask. One more step, Kit's almost close enough to touch him.

"You're here now. Not gone, not lost. Would you like to go inside? I could get you something to eat, maybe. Food. You know food, yes?"

Gently, slowly, she reaches out, almost touching the alien. She's never touched an alien before, or met someone with so many visible cybernetics. If Kit could just get a closer look it could impact her research immensely. Not that that's the only reason she wants to help, of course.

[nitrodamus]

He can only vaguely pick out meaning from what she's saying, especially now that his thoughts are drifting. He hears the word "food". He knows "would you like to go" but he doesn't remember what "inside" means.

But the idea of going anywhere with someone else is enough to set him on alert. He jerks himself backward.

"No! No going! I don't like it - don't-" he screeches, sounding genuinely afraid.

[liberaition]

Kit flinches, and throws her hands up like one would at gunpoint.

"Okay! Okay, no going. No going anywhere, I'm sorry. I won't hurt you, I promise. We won't go, okay? I didn't mean to upset you, Gemini, I'm sorry. I just want to help."

[nitrodamus]

That does make him stop screaming, at least. He looks around the area, increasingly paranoid and distracted.

"Don't want here," he pleads, but to who its not sure. "I want to go."

[liberaition]

"Um." Slowly she reaches out again, and the closer she gets to Gemini the more she can feel something tugging at her consciousness. It almost feels like the small computer chips in her own brain, but different. Larger, maybe.

"So you don't want to stay here, but you don't want to go with me. Okay."

Her fingers brush his hand, and she gently takes hold of his wrist. Kit can feel it now, the hardware embedded in his skull. Closing her eyes, she reaches out with her mind, tuning out the physical world.

Hello. Can you hear me?

[nitrodamus]

He does hear it, and his first thought is to be terrified. It's like something is in his head again. Like someone. And the first thing she gets in response is a tangled mess of computerized thought forms and a sensation of disruption and pain.

He screeches and folds forward, grasping at the plug in the back of his head, like he's trying to tear something out of them. They're all empty. He's unattached. But he can stop clawing at them, trying to dislodge whatever's gotten in his head.

[liberaition]

That's not good. Not wearing her feedback filter, Kit has no choice but to ride out Gemini's surge of fear and pain. Now that she knows it's there, she doesn't need physical contact to interact with the chip, though it would be easier.

No, wait. It's okay, it's okay. It's just me, it's Kit. I'm a friend.

Taking a deep breath, Kit does her best to send him thoughts of things she usually finds soothing. Simple but elegant lines of code. Building little robots. A well executed hack. Being wrapped in a thick blanket. Running her hands over a smooth metal surface. Disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling machinery.

Shh. I can help you.

[nitrodamus]

They have more in common than one might expect.

Those soothing thoughts resonate with him, and it causes his panicked movements to slow. He backs up a little, cautiously looking up at her as he slowly unfolds. Voices that aren't hers scream inside of him too, but hers stands out like a beacon in the fog.

"Please don't vzzhxa," he slurs out loud, the last word blending into fully insectoid Alternian clicks. Inside his mind it plays out different.

Please don't change things, don't force me, please.

[liberaition]

Kit's eyes are closed, concentrating. She's never done anything like this before, never even met anyone with cybernetics anything like hers. She barely registers him speaking, mentally waving the distraction away.

I'm not going to do anything to you, I promise. But it looks like you're in trouble. Is there something I can do to help you?

Someone had done a number on this guy, that was certain.

[nitrodamus]

He stops trying to talk verbally, his face falling into an expression of sorrow. He crosses his arms around himself and looks away.

I...don't know. Nothing is happening. I'm just...going somewhere.

[liberaition]

Right. Honesty and reasonably straightforward communication are probably best here, right? Kit isn't even sure if it's possible to lie to someone via brain-computer.

I'm worried that if you stay out here, somebody will hurt you. Lots of humans don't like trolls very much.

With some difficulty, she focuses her eyes back on Gemini. Carefully, Kit reaches out and puts her hand on his shoulder, clumsily rubbing his upper arm with her cybernetic hand.

[nitrodamus]

He stares back at her, going tense as she says those words in his head. It's not that he hasn't noticed the amount of aggression he's gotten from some people on the street so far, but everything has just been glancing off of mind.

Why are there humans? Even his computer thoughts sound confused and out of order. I don't know how I got here.

[liberaition]

This kid's brain feels scrambled as hell. There's a part of Kit that wants to meet whoever did this to him, so she can look at their research and then melt all their servers.

You're on Earth. I don't know what you call it. The human planet? I'm sorry, I don't know how you got here either.

She braces herself for him to freak out again, fingers tightening just a bit on his arm.

[nitrodamus]

He doesn't freak out though, somehow. It's like his questions come from a foggy haze as opposed to genuine lack of knowledge. Like someone who has just woken up and hasn't remembered how they got where they are, even if there was a coherent explanation in the past.

I wanted to fuck off somewhere. It was dark out so I wanted to go.

Thoughts creep in on the edge of his consciousness. Thoughts of pain and sorrow, like something he is holding back and avoiding.