Delta Catch All

[daddy_topside]

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.

Comments

Probably both and I'm here for it haha

[preacher_in_reticence]

Surely this must be a test from the Goddesses.

Degas can't seem to get his limbs to move. Even his fingers feel as if they had turned to solid lead, too heavy to twitch or curl. The thing looks at him. Degas feels certain of that. It was as if someone is behind the strange glowing glass because it turns its attention wholly upon him moments later.

He forces himself to draw breath. Some bit of feeling returns to his hands. If this contraption wished him dead then surely he would have been struck down long before now.

"...G-good afternoon?" The normally well-spoken preacher's voice trembles with fear.

[daddy_topside]

... Delta can't entirely begrudge some attempt at civility, even if it were awful feeble.

The beast draws out of the distrustful hunch, fists loosening against his sides. Still wary, of course, the clean cut look of a preacher shaded a little to close to a poor history with Sofia's more religious Family members.

Whatever comes out of your mouth next is going to determine whether this big daddy leaves or listens, Degas.

[preacher_in_reticence]

Still no word from the metal creature. Degas can feel sweat pouring down his brow but he's too timid to reach up and brush it away.

"Can you, ah," he pauses a moment. Obviously the thing can hear him. "Understand me?"

[daddy_topside]

Somehow, Delta manages to instill every atom of sarcasm he has in him into the astonishingly lazy thumbs up he offers Delgas. Just because he's used to people treating him like a dullard doesn't mean he doesn't get tired of it.

[preacher_in_reticence]

"...I see." Degas manages to regain some of his usual speaking strength, smoothing down his vest for the hundredth time out of nervous habit. Considering it's - his? - mannerisms maybe this isn't some strange new curse the island is throwing at them, but that thought doesn't move the preacher any closer.

"This may be a ridiculous question but I don't suppose you, ah...you were sent here?" That seems to be a common thread among the new faces in town as of late.

[daddy_topside]

Delta points that thumb in the direction of where the ferryman docked, delivering him here. That'd be a 'yes'.

[preacher_in_reticence]

Degas pales a bit more, if that's even possible now. He came from the dock, where the others seemed to trickle in from. Sent from the Goddesses themselves.

He takes a long, deep breath, mind racing. he can't offer his usual succor in the form of work or food at the Temple. It lies in the heart of the village and his would be a level-headed reaction to what many villagers might do upon seeing this strange creature.

He would have to convince them, after he convinces himself.

"Where is it that you're staying?" He finally asks. He could rise to meet this challenge set forth by the Goddesses, to offer him the same as he would any other newcomer. He...could.

[daddy_topside]

Something about all this keeps Delta's hackles from settling out. The problem with waking into violence is that you get awful used to navigating it and only it. Delta has no tools for addressing this foreign, gentler uneasiness.

The man is clearly terrified of him, but he continues to try talking to him. It makes Delta wonder: to what end?

Lowering the hand he'd been gesturing with, Delta silently contemplates Delgas. If the priest really wanted to find out where Delta lives (or rather, will live), then he's going to have to work for it. No one else looks like Delta and the town is small, but it's the principle of the matter.

There is no trust here.

Thus, rather than answering, Delta utters a disgruntled grunt and starts heading out towards the nearest beach.

[preacher_in_reticence]

For a moment he considers leaving it be there. Clearly companionship is not what this newcomer desires. With those looks is it any wonder?

And yet, and yet...

They were brought here regardless.

Degas takes a quick, stern breath to steel himself and starts after the metal being, keeping the same length of distance between them so he can call out, "I understand that this isn't quite a warm welcome, but should you require something...my routine is rather set. We can cross paths here around this same time again."

Wrap?

[daddy_topside]

If this is the priest's preferred paths then Delta is going to make a mental note to avoid them. He casts Delgas one last glance before turning back and trudging on, the heavy thud of his footsteps reverberating over the landscape.

Potentially a useful encounter, but nothing Delta hoped to dig into too much just yet. Better to fortify himself first before going digging.

He's got the luxury of time, now, after all.

Yeap!

[preacher_in_reticence]

Degas remains firmly rooted where he is, not wanting to go after the metal man. He's done what he can for now and that has to count for something.

Besides, he can mull over what to tell the locals on his walk back. A preacher's job is never done...