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Delta Catch All
Who: Subject Delta (daddy_topside) and pretty much everyone!
What: Delta v (small) Civilization
When: Varying times of the day!
Where: Varying spots but mostly around the outer edges of Pumpkin Hollow!
Warning(s): Canon typical violence (Bioshock). Will add anything if they come up!
Open - In Town! (Daytime)
Subject Delta was created for the sole purpose of attending to the protection of a singular Little Sister. When he wasn’t doing that, he was hunting for leaks and doing repairs on a megalomaniac’s underwater hell city.
Figuring out mundane things like housing and groceries isn’t… quite in his repertoire. You might as well have thrown a tortoise into a lake and gotten about the same level of drowning incomprehension.
Typically, Delta would commit to the fine art of simply disregarding everything anyone tried to tell him and forge his own path. It’s just this time he’s so far out of his depth, he doesn’t even have the familiar to fall back on.
In the end, stunned by the endless be-clouded skies and the sheer shock of it all, Delta simply parks himself on a rocky hill and contemplates insanity.
For Grace - Downtown (Daytime)
Money, at least, was a familiar concept to Subject Delta. Cash to be traded for goods (and services, but you didn’t exactly get service between the splicers having the run of the place and just plain being a Big Daddy). You didn’t crawl out of a libertarian’s wet dreams without at least learning that.
The question is just what to spend money on. Deprived of his weapons, Delta instead muddles about Downtown, accumulating frightened and wary stares from the sparse populace as he contemplates the window of a woodworking shop.
daddy_topside) and pretty much everyone!What: Delta v (small) Civilization
When: Varying times of the day!
Where: Varying spots but mostly around the outer edges of Pumpkin Hollow!
Warning(s): Canon typical violence (Bioshock). Will add anything if they come up!
Open - In Town! (Daytime)
Subject Delta was created for the sole purpose of attending to the protection of a singular Little Sister. When he wasn’t doing that, he was hunting for leaks and doing repairs on a megalomaniac’s underwater hell city.
Figuring out mundane things like housing and groceries isn’t… quite in his repertoire. You might as well have thrown a tortoise into a lake and gotten about the same level of drowning incomprehension.
Typically, Delta would commit to the fine art of simply disregarding everything anyone tried to tell him and forge his own path. It’s just this time he’s so far out of his depth, he doesn’t even have the familiar to fall back on.
In the end, stunned by the endless be-clouded skies and the sheer shock of it all, Delta simply parks himself on a rocky hill and contemplates insanity.
For Grace - Downtown (Daytime)
Money, at least, was a familiar concept to Subject Delta. Cash to be traded for goods (and services, but you didn’t exactly get service between the splicers having the run of the place and just plain being a Big Daddy). You didn’t crawl out of a libertarian’s wet dreams without at least learning that.
The question is just what to spend money on. Deprived of his weapons, Delta instead muddles about Downtown, accumulating frightened and wary stares from the sparse populace as he contemplates the window of a woodworking shop.
In Town
He's even left defenseless: for some reason, Murasame couldn't come along. All for the boon of having a body that matched his real age. He's... actually frustrated. Look, doesn't he deserve both? To be spoilt and have his real body? He calls bullshit. Especially now that he's sick again. Though, it doesn't seem to be as bad as when he had it as a child, at least.
Even then, his body can only put up with so much. He's feeling that fatigue starting to claw at him. He flops himself down on a hill. And it's a little later that he finds he sat next to someone... or something. That is a Hell of a getup. And Shino can only blink with wide eyes for a moment.
"Uhhh... hello?" Does it breathe? Live? Even talk? He's seen some strange things back home, but he's pretty sure this is a little outside of his expertise.
no subject
Delta doesn't talk. His vocal cords had been modified, as is standard procedure for Big Daddy conversion. He'd been spared the complete descent into the horrific, unearthly snarls of his brethren by virtue of never having his bond severed until the very end — but what he has still isn't suitable for complex human speech.
Not something he'd bother to explain even without the impediment, though. Shino's final answer is a puzzled but patiently expectant silence: not a lot of people greet a Big Daddy.
no subject
But, Shino's okay, even if Delta can't talk. He knows how to carry a conversation with things that don't know how to talk.
"Did you just get here, too? It's a lot different than getting lost in places with spirits back home. Or maybe it's a lot like it, actually."
Strange beings in places he was never supposed to go. And meeting that old lady at the beginning, too. Yea, he can draw some similarities, now that he thinks about it.
"It's weird, huh? Almost dying like this and being told to come here to not."
no subject
The real weirdness is the utter lack of splicers.
As the kid talks, Delta reaches for the pack of cigs he'd remembered tucking away in a pocket somewhere — only to realize his pockets were utterly empty.
That solves his immediate conundrum at least: he now has a new objective.
Pushing off the grass, Delta pats himself down before looking at Shino. He jerks a thumb in the direction of the shops. Then, without waiting for an answer, he starts trundling off.
no subject
Well, he's willing to follow. And it looks enough like an invitation to him. He feels like he just sat down. But, y'know what? Not having Sousuke to help him if he gets lost is a pretty big motivator for keeping up with this big guy. So he's up as quick as he can and starts walking along with him.
Who knows? Maybe he'll get something helpful out of this. Maybe a place to stay, a hot meal? He was always in for some sort of accommodation back home. Maybe that luck transferred with him here.
"Are you familiar with the area, then? I don't know my way around. But then, I don't really know how I get where I'm going, anyway. I always got lost back home. My friend would always come to get me before it got too late."
Look, he misses Sousuke. And Murasame, and Hajime. He wishes they could be back together again. And wonders what's going on back home without him. There's a lot. Maybe too much, if he's being honest. But he's not going to be.
"How big is this place, anyway?"
no subject
Typically, Delta would slow his stride to match a Little Sister's little legs. Shino isn't a Little Sister, however, so Shino is going to have to keep up with an Alpha Series's bloody long strides.
At least the cobblestone streets eat up the typically thunderous footsteps.
Sorry for the delay, got eated by real life
Who knows? Maybe he's annoying the Hell out of this poor guy.
He does his best to keep up, but the pace gets that heartbeat going and he ends up coughing a few times on their way to the kiosk. He tries to be discreet about it, but there's only so many ways to pretend you're not coughing.
Right, he's tired, too. Maybe he shouldn't have followed this guy, armour, thing. But, then... maybe it's better he has company if he ends up collapsing.
He hopes he doesn't collapse, that would be embarrassing. He's already struggling enough, thank you very much.
"So... where are we going?"
He's trying to pretend he's not struggling to keep up. But there's a staggering in his footsteps, as well as the coughs, and a tired look on his face.
you're good!
The big daddy only slows to stop once he reaches the kiosk, untying the sack of brass from its place around his belt. The middle-aged shopkeeper takes one look at him and runs screaming out of her stall — a matter Delta doesn't seem particularly bothered about since he just ignores her and counts out the appropriate amount for a cigarette pack.
After dropping the coins onto the counter, the he reaches over to nab the smokes off the rack and then finally turns his attention to the kid who is, in fact, still following him. Looks a bit winded from just that little walk.
Clearly, this means Delta should shake the pack at Shino in offering. Want a cig?
no subject
He looks at the proffered cigarettes. Come to think of it, he never got to smoke one of these. Having been stuck in a child's body all of his life, after all. He never got to be acknowledged for the adult he truly is.
But now, he looks like an adult too.
The gears turn in his head as he contemplates it a bit, before finally accepting one.
Shino, no."Thanks."
He watches Delta carefully, hoping to mimic how he's supposed to do this.
no subject
Holding his fingers up, he lights his cig, watching Shino contemplatively from behind the yellow glow of his porthole. After a moment, the big daddy holds the flame out for Shino, too.