nexus_crossings | A Touch of Inspiration

A Touch of Inspiration

Sheets of paper are strewn about the Nexus today. Moreso than usual, and not just the innumerable 'Welcome to the Nexus, Newcomer!' pamphlets that can be found all over the Plaza. They're full of nearly ineligible scrawling (and some of them are sticky eww--oh wait that's just raspberry jam) but the title of each sheet is the same.

BUNKERS AND BADASSES Campaign the Second

Near the center of this litterocalypse sits Tiny Tina, a crayon tucked behind her ear while she writes fervently over yet another piece of paper in pen. A plate of crumpets sits to the side, only one of them half eaten. The young lady groans in frustration before balling up this piece of paper too and chucking it behind her.

"Hey y'all so I'm trying to plan a new Bunkers an' Badasses campaign but I gotta get some new ideas son or it's gonna be one hell of a lame trek through imagination land, ya dig? What's the most awesomest adventure you ever been on? Or, if you're hella lame and haven't saved the world or conquered one in the name of crumpets or what have yas, what kind of character would you play in an adventure game?"

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Micolash might have been easily mistaken for an average homeless person if it hadn't been for his cage. Instead, he's a bizarre homeless person, slumped sideways on a park bench, cage against the arm rest and face against his cage. He appears to be sleeping fitfully, his fingers, face and feet twitching sporadically. When a tossed, wadded piece of paper sails his way and plinks off his iron bars, the man wakes with a start, making a brief strangled noise of shock. He bolts upright, looking around as if expecting some manner of attacker, perhaps.

But then Micolash spots the crumpled paper slightly above his eye level, wedged between the bars of his chapeau. He reaches up and dislodges it, unfolding it gingerly before reading the words. A fresh look around now, realizing that the place is littered with discarded paper. Interested, or perhaps just keen on saving some paper for his OWN notes, Micolash gets up and begins gathering more.

And this effort eventually leads him to the source. Both hands still clutching all the rumpled papers he's collected and unfolded and stacked into a sheaf, the scholar peers curiously at the girl.

"...I've been on quite the adventure," he eventually replies, his voice having the usual slow and meandering cadence. "Would you like to hear it?"

That.

Is some serious headgear. Like, other Psychos use spark plugs for accessories and that's some pow shizz, but this guy is rocking some piddly pow facial defense. Or style. Either way it looks pretty awesome.

Tina's gaping may or may not be rude. Either way she's hardly going to stop until the man's moseying words finally reach her brain.

"Storytime? Aw yeah son I loves me a good story. Pull up a chair, have a crumpet. Tell Tiny Tina all about your adventures good sir."

It's Tina herself, rather than her question (or the discarded sheets of paper), that attract Adia's attention. They had met briefly during the invasion, and Adia still isn't sure what to make of the girl. "Hi, Tina. I'm glad to see you're okay." She fidgets with the ends of her scarf, wanting to answer her question but not knowing how. She's been on plenty of adventures, but she wouldn't call any of them awesome. "I haven't played a lot of adventure games, but I usually pick the ones that can have pets, or interact with animals somehow."

Which might explain the trio of pokémon who have accompanied her trek to the Plaza. All three of them are interested in the crumpled up balls of paper, probably because of the raspberry jam. Sarah has even picked one up in her mouth. She places it in front of Tina and eagerly wags her tail. Are we playing fetch, new friend?

Micolash doesn't mind stares in the least. Or maybe the more accurate term is he doesn't notice them. He does it enough in turn to others. When Tina takes him up on his offer, the man smiles and lowers himself into a cross-legged seat on the floor. The retrieved papers rest in his lap, hands crossed over the top of them.

"Sir isn't necessary. Professor or Headmaster if you must settle a title." That said, Micolash fold and unfolds his fingers, thinking how to start. Might as well where all good bedtime stories do. "Once upon a time, I, the Headmaster of Mensis, I successfully contacted a special child. One from the stars. And from there, I was able to move my entire school to the world it came from. A frightful place. But my my, one of great learning. Great Insight."

Micolash is addressing Tina as the kid she appears to be, which may or may not be patronizing. But at least it's not maliciously done. Holding one spindly finger up, he asks, "Do you know what I had to do next, now in this Frontier with a celestial child under my care?"

The pen lays all but forgotten atop her next sheet of paper the moment Micolash utters the magic words.

Once upon a time...

This man is already an impressive spinner of the creative web and Tina may be paying extra close attention just to learn how to be a better game master for her own murder -happy companions. Her normally manic high energy fidgeting has been tamed while she tries her best to understand what he's telling her.

"Learn how to breathe in space? That or convince the men you are master of not to eat the kid. Unless dudes are way more chill and not having forever murder-ons like where I'm from."

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"The students who were supposed to come with me..." He pauses. How to put this. How to explain things like desiccated corpses animated as puppets, the questionable origin of a mass of twitching flesh, rheumy eyes and pulsing gristle.

"...didn't make the trip as expected. But it was all right, Mergo- that was its name, the celestial child -and I made it relatively unscathed. So I needed someone to help me take care of Mergo. But given that it was so remarkable, so special, it would require an equally special nanny."

He takes one of the pieces of rumpled paper that Tina had discarded previously and pulls a ballpoint pen from his breast pocket. Thanks to Xevozz, Micolash now has a writing pen that doesn't require an inkwell! How neat. He clicks the button and starts drawing on the back of the character sheet. Illustrating the outline of a building, and then a series of twisting tunnels under it, overlapping and folding across one another like a maze.

"Back at the college I'd studied before, they'd found a labyrinthine tomb beneath it. And exploring it found wondrous creatures under there. Beings we humans had never seen before. An entire civilization buried, lost, until our discovery. And there, is where I found her."

The drawn pathways finally are given an ending, a circular chamber where the labyrinth finally terminates. And now in that circle, Micolash bows his head (careful of not being hit by his cage, Tina) and starts drawing something residing in this chamber. What gradually comes to form is something consisting of mostly dark scribbles and hatching. Something with many arms, many weapons, and black wings. Once the man has finished this illustration to his satisfaction, he turns it around so Tina can see it properly.

"She was to be Mergo's wet nurse," Micolash explains, tapping a finger at the curious head the creature sports. Like it's an elongated hood draped on an unseen and long-necked head. "Fiercely protective, caring, able to nurture Mergo in ways that a mere human could not. Isn't she lovely?" He speaks of this dark being with nothing but admiration, maybe even fondness.

Oh hey it's Adia the nurselady from the huge 'no Tina don't throw explosives at the Baddies for some reason' thing. The thirteen year old grins up at her when she approaches.

"Heeeeeeeeey gurl long time no see. How you doin? You cool? You look cool." She is about to consider the answer to the question when trains of thought are derailed by mothahumpin adorable animals AAAAAAAAA--!!

"Oh my god. Oh my god oh my guh I'm gonna die of cute whosagoodboy is it you? Is it you? Enrique would love you to pieces figuratively and probably literally actually so it's prolly a good thing Brick punched his head off now that I think about it."

She throws the paper for the pokemon to fetch before turning her gaze on Ethel and Rufflet.

"Damn, son. These things are kawaii as hell."

"They're called Vaults or some shizz to be honest I never really was paying attention when Roland would talk about them. Vault Hunters're the ones who check out those kinda things, I'm more of an above ground and not getting murdered by aliens kinda girl know what I'm sayin' I think you know what I'm sayin'."

Tina gets up on her knees to peer over Micolash's shoulder while he works on the drawing on the back of one of the sheets of paper she had thrown aside. Her eyes wide with wonder as only a child's can be.

"Question. Does the murder-on lady you just drew have a name?"

"I'm okay," she replies shyly. She looks better since the last time Tina saw her. Of course, the fact that no one is currently destroying the Nexus probably has something to do with it.

Her uncertainty vanishes in the face of Tina's enthusiastic reaction to Sarah. She smiles and relaxes, remembering her own internal squealing when she first met Steve's pokémon. "They are, aren't they? They're called pokémon. I'm watching them for a friend. Um, that one's a girl, actually. Her name's Sarah."

The growlithe wiggles her whole back end with excitement. Yes, yes she is a good girl! Throw the paper! She dashes after it, catching it easily and returning it to Tina. The paper might be singed a little at the edges in her excitement. The one that looks like a little dinosaur is ambling about, although she does lift her head and rumble a hello to Tina when her cuteness is also acknowledged.

Bucky, however, does not appear flattered in the slightest. He puffs up and glares at Tina. He is not kawaii, how very dare you. Adia sighs and pats down his feathers. "Sorry, Bucky's wary of strangers. Ethel is friendly, though."

"Not a name I could pronounce or hear, I'm afraid. She was simply called the wet nurse. She was given free reign of the balconies of Mensis to care for Mergo. I remained in the lower studies to pursue my ongoing studies." As he talks, Micolash studies the pen in his hand as he talks, click-clicking the nib out and in repeatedly.

"A vault is a very good name for what was under Byrgenwerth. So much locked-away knowledge. How could you not be drawn to their secrets?"

The sea takes a great deal of time to travel from place to place, and Tyrion has had about enough of it. And now he is going to stretch his legs, and not have to smell the stink of those on the ship with him as he travels onwards to Westeros to see that one's destiny is claimed.

But as he's meandering with a goblet of alien wine, Tyrion can't help but notice there is someone of his stature here. And he is not going to hesitate to head over to join her at her table. "Why hello there!" And perhaps it is the question she is seeking an answer that is more of a draw to, not to mention the litter of paper on the ground.

"And to answer your question, it seems my life has been one grand adventure as of late. Though if you can give me just a moment, I'll be more than happy to share one of my favorites." He places the goblet of wine on the top of the table, and he grabs hold of a chair and he goes to sit himself down on it.

"That's so impersonal! A lady deserves a name. Like Mary or Margaret or Lady Featherington McStabby. Especially if she's gonna be the mommy for that kid, yanno? Though, I guess he'd just call her 'mommy', huh. Kinda takes away the need for a name then I guess."

That's a bit of a shame. Tina continues to study the drawing carefully while Micolash continues talking.

"Well, like I said. Most of the Vaults where I'm from are guarded by hella weird and strong alien type folk who'd as soon murder your face off than look at ya. And as a prominent lady of the wastes of Pandora, Iiiiiii kinda leave murdering the faces offa things to Vault Hunters."

"Ohmyguh you named her Sarah that is the cutest! C'mere Sarah! Who's a good girl? Whosagoodgirl? You are! Yes you are! Go long!" Tina grabs a couple of discarded sheets of paper and balls them up tight together for one bigger paper ball and chucks it as hard as she can. Look at that little fluffy pupper go.

"You. Have the best pets. Ever." Adia is officially the coolest person Tina knows. Don't worry metal dino thing there are plenty of pets and face rubs for you too. Such cute! Suuuuch cuuute!

Though when she tries to approach the bird all she gets is a lot of fluffed out feathers and and a dirty look.

"Aww, come on Bucky. I uh...OH! I got a crumpet? Whoooooo wants a treat? Come on son work with me everyone loves crumpets I'm offering a peace treaty here."

"Yo."

Tina pushes a chair out for the newcomer. After a moment to scoop up her own half eaten crumpet she'll push the plate of pastries over his way as well. Let it not be said that Lady Tina the Tiny is nothing if not a most gracious host.

"I am in dire need of some adventures, yo. The folks I run games for pretty much fight giant monsters for shits an' giggles so if I don't make this hella epic they're gonna be like Tina that is lame."

Stories are by all means welcome, is what she's saying.

Tyrion looks at the krumpets, and he does help himself to one. He never was one to turn down the offering of food. It would be rude for him to do other wise. He takes a healthy bite, and he tries his best to translate what she's saying.

"Games with giant monsters? Right, I've almost forgotten about how this world works. But my story doesn't have giant monsters. My story has little me, and my adventure to a wonderful but not so wonderful place called The Vale. And while, I wasn't alone, being ambushed by members of the Hill Tribes."

He takes another bite of his krumpet, and he puts the uneaten half on the table so he can tell his story the best he can. "They are brutish sort, completely uncivilized, but they're a fierce lot when they're in combat. But back to my story that is also a story in itself, but it is quite long, so I'll spare you."

Sarah dashes after the paper ball as eagerly as she did the first. Yay, fetch! Best day ever!

"Oh, thank you, but I didn't name her. They belong to Steve. He was hurt during the invasion and is recovering off-world." She'll spare the gory details, although she suspects that it wouldn't faze Tina. "They're great, aren't they? I've really enjoyed taking care of them."

Ethel basks in the attention before nosing through the field of crumpled up papers once more. Bucky, however, appears unmoved. No, he does not want a crumpet, Tina. He turns his whole head away, his beak up in the air.

...but those crumpets smell really good. Is that raspberry filling? He loves raspberries...

"It's okay, Bucky." Adia gives him an encouraging pat on the head. "I'm safe. Tina's a friend. You can have a treat."

Sarah dashes over, paper ball forgotten. Did somebody say treat? She'll take that crumpet if Bucky doesn't want it...

"Leaving a hell of a paper trail, aren't you?" Blaze she's a a kid she probably won't get that joke. Don't be so pleased with yourself. The Exo pulls off her helmet, kneeling down to take a better look at Tina. Ghost is already sneaking down to check out her notes.

"Glad to see you're okay, kid." Is her voice a little more rough than usual? Must be static in her circuits. "Sounds like a fun game you're working on. If you want, I could tell you about the time I had to go help some friends break out of the Vault of Glass."

"If Momma Adia says it's alright y'alls can have some of my crumpets." Tina hops onto the chair she'd been working at and scoops up her unfinished crumpet before breaking the half into three equal pieces.

Let it not be said that Tiny Tina plays favorites or is an ungracious host. She is a lady thankyouverymuch. One piece she lays in front of Ethel. One she tosses to Sarah. And the last...

Tina holds the piece in her hand, palms flat as she hoists them upwards toward where Bucky is sitting on Adia's shoulder. She doesn't even try to grab him. She's certainly brave for a kid who might be about to get her fingers pecked off.

"So are those like Bandits? They sound an awful lot like bandits. We gots a lotta those on Pandora too like. So. Many. I could pave the road from here to my house in Skag Gulley with noghint but the skulls of dead bandits."

Actually...that would be a pretty epic story point. Excuse Tina while she scrawls that down on a new sheet of paper.

"Why were you headed to the Vale?"

Ohmyguh it is one of Tina's two favorite people in all of the Nexus! She kets up from where she's sitting and offers Blaze a hug almost as soon as she lays eyes on the Exo. And then scoops up Ghost for a hug of his own.

Family always gets hugs.

"I'm fine, yeah. Hows the hunting?" She drops back down into her seat, kicking her legs under the table while she talks. Though she perks up at Story Time. "Yeah! Breaking into and outta Vaults is like half of my friends' goddamn lives they'll love it!!"

"Those names are terribly human..." he mutters in response, partially to himself it seems, still looking at the pen rather than Tina. "And were I given the chance, I would have ensured that Mergo still knew who its true mother was. Queen Yharnam was very important."

Micolash finally looks away from the pen again when she talks about the situation with vaults. "I suppose at your age, that is wisest. But seeing 'vaults' with powerful guardians only makes them more enticing. What are they protecting so fiercely?"

Momma Adia. The phrase makes her grin. "A piece of crumpet should be fine." She wouldn't mind one herself, honestly, but she'll wait for the pokémon to get their bits before she even considers the possibility of asking.

Sarah catches that sweet treat in her mouth before Tina can blink, then happily licks her lips. Ethel is more sedate in her crumpet consumption, although she does appear to enjoy herself. Bucky...

Well, she's not trying to pet him. That's good. And Adia is still smiling, still safe. Also good. And that crumpet smells really, really good...

Carefully, he plucks the piece from Tina's hand, then gulps it down, all while keeping his eyes on her. He tones down the glare at least. So long as she keeps her hands to herself.

"Knowledge and phat loots, I think. I don't know for sure because I've never seen one. But pretty much as many legends exist about the vaults as do people on Pandora so I've heard all sorts of stuff from a never ending supply of ice cream to the complete uncut edition of The Lord of the Rings."

She gives a shrug of her slender shoulders and rocks a bit in her seat.

"What's in the vault underneath your mens school?"

Adia who are you kidding there is a whole plate full of crumpets you are so getting a whole one for yourself and as many more as you like. Tina can't eat this many on her own in one sitting anyway and it's better you have them than Brick eating all of them if she takes the leftovers home.

She'd at least appreciate them.

Tina smiles up at Bucky when he takes the treat but makes no attempt to get any closer for the moment. She may know more than she lets on about distrust and abandonment issues, little bird.

"So, you'd wanna play some kind of Animal Summoner type. Not like--a druid who becomes animals. More like: 'Sup I'm Awesome Adia and here are my partners Butch, Cassidy, an' the Sundance kid here to wreck up your shiiiiiiiiiiiiit' and then you do an' it's epic."

Adia would most certainly appreciate them, although she wouldn't keep them all for herself. She has friends on her ship who could use a dose of sweetness. So long as she can concoct a suitable excuse of where a batch of freshly-baked crumpets came from.

The fact that Tina leaves him be seems to settle Bucky further. He lets down his guard just enough so that he can preen his feathers. For all of Tina's running commentary, she has a quiet way with wary animals. Adia's impressed.

"Ah, well..." The pop culture reference goes over her head, but she understands the rest. "Oh, I wouldn't want them to fight for me. I'd just want to collect them..." She smiles sheepishly. "I guess that's not much of an adventure, though."

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realizes i said 'studies' in the same breath like three times last tag, kill me

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