[To preserve his liver Andy had cut back on the drinking so he's not getting depressed drunk on the bloodied sands of Tropical Helltown and talking to his Hyoubu Charm like the well-adjusted individual he pretends to be, but he's still taking the time to sit and brood and occasionally sulk in peace. So, perfect time to nail him with a disgusting blood-sand ball.
However! Due to his time on the Catastrophe, where self-preservation had forced him to develop a sixth sense for 'hm, I am about to be clowned on', Andy sensed the approaching projectile at the last possible second. Unfortunately alcohol dulls reaction time so the only thing it changed was that he knew of his incoming fate rather than experiencing it out of nowhere. The damn thing nailed him right in the head and sent sticky blood-sand all down the back of his jacket]
EEEEURGH!!!
[Ah. The delightful, high-pitched squeals of misery]
[ Ala laughs in delight, the obvious culprit with her hands covered in bloody sand, not just the only person nearby but also the one who trots up to him like nothing happened. ]
[Andy's indignant fury spluttered to a halt when he realised who his assailant was, and he stared, slightly dumbstruck, as Ala came bounding up towards him hale and hearty and not like she had mysteriously vanished after they had smashed up a bathroom together and got totally soaked through.
Guess that dragon-demon guy hadn't been talking out of his ass with that summoning stuff then.]
Uh, yes... [he responded to her question automatically before abruptly shaking his head] I mean- no, yes! I can swim but, what the hell? Where've you been all this time?!
[ No? yes? oh good, he can swim, which means Ala can tug the boots off her feet and stuff her socks inside before wading knee first into the blood ocean, humming tunelessly under her breath while she tries to think of how to explain. ]
I've been... around.
[ kinda. sorta. ]
Like, not physically, but enough people kept me in their hearts that I was able to find my way back. Does that make sense?
[...did she seriously just walk into the blood ocean.]
Uh... no, but, let's pretend it does. [he's got bigger fish to fry than Ala's brief vanishing act anyways, like. Blood ocean. She is standing in it] More importantly, what are you doing?
[ She kicks her feet up demonstratively, splashing more blood Andy's way. ]
I've never seen an ocean of blood before, have you? It feels super weird— like, I thought it'd be a lot warmer! You gotta give it a try!
[ Come on, Andy's already a mess, that's why Ala splattered him with sand and blood in the first place, he has no reason to resist her grabbing for his wrists and tugging him into the ocean. ]
Whoa-! Hey! Knock it off! I've still got my boots on!
[He managed to wriggle free - he's like an eel - before more than the bottom of his boots got wet with blood (eeeewwww) and rapidly backed up. Despite protesting about his boots though, he didn't move to take them off. He just crossed his arms and scowled.]
Besides, you don't know what weird diseases you'll pick up splashing around in all that blood! Though, I do wonder how it hasn't all congealed yet...
[Ugh, what a thought: an ocean of congealed, rotting blood. It'd probably be like super disgusting jello]
[ There's a pointed stare at Andy's boots staying on his feet, and Ala gives him all of two seconds before she's stepping out of the ocean to pull it off for him.
It's fine? it's fine. She doesn't have any visible cuts, and it's not like she's going to drink the blood. Though it's tempting. Just to see how it tastes. ]
Why would it congeal? You've got lots of blood in you and it hasn't congealed. ...has it?
[He tried to gently toe Ala off, but she was like a limpet. As Andy was not a guy to kick a defenceless young lady in the face, he begrudgingly let her tug his boots off (though he was incredibly unhelpful throughout the whole thing)]
Well, yeah, my blood hasn't congealed because I'm alive. That's an ocean of the stuff. It's not... alive?
[ Her boots now. She's just going to step into them, bloody feet and several sizes too large and all. ]
Yeah it is.
[ Of course the ocean is alive. It moves, and if you put a shell up to your ear you can hear it talk to you, what other criteria for life do you need? ]
[He didn't know what to focus on first: the ocean being alive or his boots now being worn by Ala's bloody feet, getting all dirty inside and out. He's going to have to disinfect those fuckers now...]
Why...
[Is he talking about the ocean or his boots? Both? Either way, his despair is palpable]
[ urk- there's a little falter in Ala's splashing around in the shallows of the blood sea, the briefest of glances up at Andy as if wary of his reaction, but none of that lasts very long. She gives a little twirl and laughs as she manages to get the blood on her skirt to fly off in all directions. ]
[He caught that little falter, which was a confirmation in and of itself. He already guessed the answer before he asked his question, honestly.
It'd make sense. The fact they had to summon a demon prince to figure out how to bring her back, and that Azusa had to summon her in a style similar to Vuvuzela or whatever that demon guy's name was... Andy could be wilfully blind at times, but he'd have to be stupid to ignore the evidence before him. It would also explain Ala's bizarre behaviour and unique perspective.
Well, she could just be weird and insane but, you know.]
So, you are then. [Andy sighed wearily.] Explains a lot.
[Did it bother him? Not really...? Ala had never done anything to hurt him - annoy, yes, and drive him insane - but she had plenty of chances to do evil shit to him, and to the others. Even though it was like apples and oranges, he couldn't help but think about his fellow espers, demonised simply because of what they are, assumed dangerous because they had the capacity to cause mass destruction, never mind they may be the most pacifistic person known to man.
Plus, alternative worlds and all that crap. Demons were probably different to the bible definition where she was from.]
It doesn't bother me, by the way. I was just curious.
[ There's a weight off her shoulders, and her next splashes bring her foot up into the air with a little kick that wasn't meant to cause the boot to go flying off her foot but it does, forcing her to leap further out into the ocean to grab the boot before it disappears into the depths and Andy will have to walk home in one boot.
She turns around in the ocean, waving the boot over her head like "look! I got it!" ]
Guess which one! I'll give you a prize if you get it right!
[Though, Andy was surprised she caught it. It would've been his usual lousy luck if it got kicked into the ocean, never to return (thus forcing him to hunt for boots his size in the empty houses), so he guessed that was nice of her. His grumble lacked any bite and heat, because of that.]
[ And if he doesn't guess right... then the boots are hers now (: she's going to wear them around forever, just double booting his boots over her own ]
[Now time for Andy's special ability: the kicked puppy look (you could practically see the drooping ears and tucked tail).
...though, to be honest, it was probably a blessing losing his boots to Ala's bloody, grubby little gremlin hands. Andy couldn't be bothered cleaning them out. He'll just steal a fresh pair from somewhere.]
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However! Due to his time on the Catastrophe, where self-preservation had forced him to develop a sixth sense for 'hm, I am about to be clowned on', Andy sensed the approaching projectile at the last possible second. Unfortunately alcohol dulls reaction time so the only thing it changed was that he knew of his incoming fate rather than experiencing it out of nowhere. The damn thing nailed him right in the head and sent sticky blood-sand all down the back of his jacket]
[Ah. The delightful, high-pitched squeals of misery]
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Hi Andy! Do you know how to swim?
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Guess that dragon-demon guy hadn't been talking out of his ass with that summoning stuff then.]
Uh, yes... [he responded to her question automatically before abruptly shaking his head] I mean- no, yes! I can swim but, what the hell? Where've you been all this time?!
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I've been... around.
[ kinda. sorta. ]
Like, not physically, but enough people kept me in their hearts that I was able to find my way back. Does that make sense?
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Uh... no, but, let's pretend it does. [he's got bigger fish to fry than Ala's brief vanishing act anyways, like. Blood ocean. She is standing in it] More importantly, what are you doing?
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[ She kicks her feet up demonstratively, splashing more blood Andy's way. ]
I've never seen an ocean of blood before, have you? It feels super weird— like, I thought it'd be a lot warmer! You gotta give it a try!
[ Come on, Andy's already a mess, that's why Ala splattered him with sand and blood in the first place, he has no reason to resist her grabbing for his wrists and tugging him into the ocean. ]
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[He managed to wriggle free - he's like an eel - before more than the bottom of his boots got wet with blood (eeeewwww) and rapidly backed up. Despite protesting about his boots though, he didn't move to take them off. He just crossed his arms and scowled.]
Besides, you don't know what weird diseases you'll pick up splashing around in all that blood! Though, I do wonder how it hasn't all congealed yet...
[Ugh, what a thought: an ocean of congealed, rotting blood. It'd probably be like super disgusting jello]
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It's fine? it's fine. She doesn't have any visible cuts, and it's not like she's going to drink the blood. Though it's tempting. Just to see how it tastes. ]
Why would it congeal? You've got lots of blood in you and it hasn't congealed. ...has it?
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[He tried to gently toe Ala off, but she was like a limpet. As Andy was not a guy to kick a defenceless young lady in the face, he begrudgingly let her tug his boots off (though he was incredibly unhelpful throughout the whole thing)]
Well, yeah, my blood hasn't congealed because I'm alive. That's an ocean of the stuff. It's not... alive?
[.....................................is it?]
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Yeah it is.
[ Of course the ocean is alive. It moves, and if you put a shell up to your ear you can hear it talk to you, what other criteria for life do you need? ]
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[He didn't know what to focus on first: the ocean being alive or his boots now being worn by Ala's bloody feet, getting all dirty inside and out. He's going to have to disinfect those fuckers now...]
Why...
[Is he talking about the ocean or his boots? Both? Either way, his despair is palpable]
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Why... what? It is 'cause it is! Don't make this existential.
WHY DIDNT I GET A NOTIF FOR THIS dreamwidth why
[Andy just gave in. This is just what his life was like. Cosmic butt monkey forever.]
Okay, the ocean's alive. You're ruining my boots. This may as well just happen.
[Andy sat down on the horrible, sticky sand and stared dully at Ala, with her big oversized, bloody boots and cheerful demeanour.]
Ala... I gotta ask. Are you some kinda demon or something?
dw trying to save you
Guess which one~
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It'd make sense. The fact they had to summon a demon prince to figure out how to bring her back, and that Azusa had to summon her in a style similar to Vuvuzela or whatever that demon guy's name was... Andy could be wilfully blind at times, but he'd have to be stupid to ignore the evidence before him. It would also explain Ala's bizarre behaviour and unique perspective.
Well, she could just be weird and insane but, you know.]
So, you are then. [Andy sighed wearily.] Explains a lot.
[Did it bother him? Not really...? Ala had never done anything to hurt him - annoy, yes, and drive him insane - but she had plenty of chances to do evil shit to him, and to the others. Even though it was like apples and oranges, he couldn't help but think about his fellow espers, demonised simply because of what they are, assumed dangerous because they had the capacity to cause mass destruction, never mind they may be the most pacifistic person known to man.
Plus, alternative worlds and all that crap. Demons were probably different to the bible definition where she was from.]
It doesn't bother me, by the way. I was just curious.
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She turns around in the ocean, waving the boot over her head like "look! I got it!" ]
Guess which one! I'll give you a prize if you get it right!
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[Though, Andy was surprised she caught it. It would've been his usual lousy luck if it got kicked into the ocean, never to return (thus forcing him to hunt for boots his size in the empty houses), so he guessed that was nice of her. His grumble lacked any bite and heat, because of that.]
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[ And if he doesn't guess right... then the boots are hers now (: she's going to wear them around forever, just double booting his boots over her own ]
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[Now time for Andy's special ability: the kicked puppy look (you could practically see the drooping ears and tucked tail).
...though, to be honest, it was probably a blessing losing his boots to Ala's bloody, grubby little gremlin hands. Andy couldn't be bothered cleaning them out. He'll just steal a fresh pair from somewhere.]