[He was still transformed at that point, so the message popped up to his baton. He slid the weapon in half and read the text, re-read it, and closed it without responding to settle it back against his spine. For a solid hour, he found reasons to avoid the message.]
[But... Well, if Sigma was texting, he had at least figured out something. He could use his hands, if he was texting. His response was deceptively cheerful.]
I've been treed a couple of times, but cats always land on their feet.
[ Alright, the message hadn't been spat back in his face with an error slapped on it, but the response isn't exactly timely... He could comfortably give it about five minutes, uncomfortably about ten, but once the hour could begin being measured in quarters is when his stomach starts knotting itself miserably. The kid's lucky he doesn't get outright spammed with texts, for fear of incurring the error's wrath. ]
[ When the new message notif finally does wink, the relief hits him like a bus, and the reply is almost (impressively) instantaneous. ]
holy shit did you get treed hard enough to knock you out??/ what took you? are you okay?
[ Nevermind the fact that... a lot had happened back at the volcano. But with so many people missing, this is much more immediately important. ]
[It knots his stomach up and makes him nauseous, the way Sigma is so immediately concerned. This time, he pointedly refuses to hide his baton from himself and avoid responding.]
No, I'm okay. Like I said, cats land on their feet.
[Perfectly okay. 100% fine. Hadn't spent the last half a day curled up in various hidden spots because he was terrified of coming across another person and hurting them like he'd hurt Sigma. Hadn't fallen into periodic fitful naps brought on by not one but two horrified sobbing breakdowns. He was completely fine.]
[ Half his messages hadn't even gone through to other people, of course he's going to be concerned, what kind of person do you think he is? And with these stupid cryptic vagaries on top of it all, a hint of irritation pricks at him like a bee sting. ]
dude I know you've got a theme to keep up but that's not a real answer
[ The regret sinks in about five seconds after sendoff, and he quickly appends: ]
Sorry, "my crippling fear I'm going to melt something more important than your arms off next time kept me from responding for an hour" doesn't sound especially heroic, and I'm still stuck in the suit so I'm trying to maintain some kind of pride here.
[He was trying to joke, a little, thinking maybe Sigma would appreciate it.]
[ Unfortunately, jokes are off the table when he's seriously concerned like this, so sorry kid, you're getting taken at face value. ]
adrien it was an accident. yeah it sucked, maybe way more for me than you but come on neither of us knew something like that was going to happen right?? if you think about it it's probably a good thing I was the first person it happened to, what would it even do to real skin and bones...
[ Don't... actually consider that, that's about the least comforting mental image one could have right now. ]
wait still?? okay then just don't touch me until we get this figured out! easy as that
well tbf I can't actually see the suit... nvm that you just told me you were still in it but you know. for future reference. but sorry I'll try not to call you the wrong thing
and no I've had this past hour miraculously free
I'm over by the marketplace. not actually in it though don't go through it
why's that the first thing that comes to mind?? if I was close enough to stalk you I would've said something by now. like a not stalker...
[ But alright, concerns aside, he'll chill for now. Adrien will find him sitting propped against a tree, arm resting gingerly in his lap. A good percentage of his forearm is missing its flesh entirely, baring the not entirely bone-shaped skeleton of his wrist. Which thankfully isn't wired for pain responses, but the edges of his melted skin most definitely are. Not to mention they're still beading up with gluey white blood, but what can you do? So long as he doesn't move it it's tolerable, for the most part. ]
[ Keeping an eye out for Adrien—er, Chat—is a stellar distraction though, from both exhaustion and miserableness, so he keeps his gaze stubbornly up, scanning the horizon for any glimpse of a figure dressed in black. ]
I'm trying to find the humor in a lot of really un-funny things right now, stalkers seemed like a good idea at the time.
[And from there, he stops responding to texts. It's been some time since he's seen Sigma, given the whole Melting His Arms Off debacle had resulted in no small amount of shrieking and running the fuck away. He wasn't proud to admit that, but it had freaked him out. He'd never used Cataclysm on a person, only objects, and he had certainly never wanted to find out that it would melt through flesh like it disintegrated iron, least of all on Sigma. So he'd done something of an acrobatic pirouette off the handle of sanity and after ensuring Sigma's habitual fainting due to whatever power enhancements he received wouldn't leave him any worse off (which, really, how could you be worse off than having your arms melted off by a kid in a leather catsuit), he'd fled.]
[And now he was coming back, staying mostly out of sight in the trees and shadows until he came upon him. He stopped just out of Sigma's line of sight, steeling himself, and held his breath as he dropped from the tree into a crouch. He stood and offered an apologetic, crooked grin, raising one clawed hand in a sheepish wave.]
[ While he couldn't blame the poor guy for being hella skittish, he... well, also couldn't blame him for ditching him, really. (Okay, he could a little bit, but he's fifteen...) Dick move, yeah, probably, but if the tables were turned and he'd just accidentally mutilated the kid, he couldn't claim he wouldn't have flipped his shit just as badly at that age. And from the admittedly very little he remembered, it had been pretty awful. ]
[ Even now, the Chat Noir that slips quietly into view from a nearby tree still looks half strangled by the ghost he'd just seen. For what it's worth, once he spots him, Sigma offers up an equally lopsided smile and a wave before delegating his good hand to the task of shoving him up to his feet. Graceful isn't a word that comes to mind, but he manages. ]
A-- Chat! [ That's gonna get hard. ] Hey, you alright?
[ Y'know, physically. Let's both gloss over mentally, because it's Fine. ]
[As soon as Sigma moves to stand up, and uses one arm more than the other, Adrien zeroes in on his state, and the not-bones and not-blood, and then dutifully ignores all three in favor of rushing at him to help him up with a strangled squawk of a sound.]
Funny that the guy with melted arms is asking me that! Let me, uh. Help you...
Y'know, I haven't seen it happen much, but I feel like it's usually kind of obvious how the guy with melted arms is doing...
[ He laughs wearily, a little at the kid scampering up to help him, mostly at the situation as a whole. What a stupid accident it was... And yet when he goes to help himself up on the other's arm, his reach can't help but falter abruptly. ]
You, uh... Done with all that, by the way?
[ His grin involuntarily catches a shade of apprehension as he points to the proffered black-gloved hand. Just being sure... ]
[And he reels back immediately, putting his hands up above his head.]
I! Hope so? Yes?? I haven't melted anyone else's arms, at least. Which, at this point, isn't exactly much of an improvement, since yours are still melted.
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on 2016-05-07 08:29 am (UTC)I'm pretty sure that wind could've picked you off the ground
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please tell me it didn't this list is getting too long
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on 2016-05-07 08:33 am (UTC)[But... Well, if Sigma was texting, he had at least figured out something. He could use his hands, if he was texting. His response was deceptively cheerful.]
I've been treed a couple of times, but cats always land on their feet.
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on 2016-05-07 09:02 am (UTC)[ When the new message notif finally does wink, the relief hits him like a bus, and the reply is almost (impressively) instantaneous. ]
holy shit did you get treed hard enough to knock you out??/ what took you? are you okay?
[ Nevermind the fact that... a lot had happened back at the volcano. But with so many people missing, this is much more immediately important. ]
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on 2016-05-07 09:11 am (UTC)No, I'm okay. Like I said, cats land on their feet.
[Perfectly okay. 100% fine. Hadn't spent the last half a day curled up in various hidden spots because he was terrified of coming across another person and hurting them like he'd hurt Sigma. Hadn't fallen into periodic fitful naps brought on by not one but two horrified sobbing breakdowns. He was completely fine.]
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on 2016-05-07 09:50 am (UTC)dude I know you've got a theme to keep up but that's not a real answer
[ The regret sinks in about five seconds after sendoff, and he quickly appends: ]
sorry just
listen, where are you?
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on 2016-05-07 10:00 am (UTC)[He was trying to joke, a little, thinking maybe Sigma would appreciate it.]
I don't think I got very far though.
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on 2016-05-08 01:24 pm (UTC)adrien it was an accident. yeah it sucked, maybe way more for me than you but come on neither of us knew something like that was going to happen right?? if you think about it it's probably a good thing I was the first person it happened to, what would it even do to real skin and bones...
[ Don't... actually consider that, that's about the least comforting mental image one could have right now. ]
wait still?? okay then just don't touch me until we get this figured out! easy as that
[ Just stop!! avoiding him like this!! >:'| ]
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on 2016-05-08 02:10 pm (UTC)like really weird
are you still where I left you?
[Each of the messages comes with a handful of seconds in between them, and he's entirely decided to forego formatting.]
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on 2016-05-08 02:26 pm (UTC)well tbf I can't actually see the suit... nvm that you just told me you were still in it but you know. for future reference. but sorry I'll try not to call you the wrong thing
and no I've had this past hour miraculously free
I'm over by the marketplace. not actually in it though don't go through it
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on 2016-05-08 02:33 pm (UTC)please don't do that by the way, stalkers aren't cool :(
I'll come find you I guess
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on 2016-05-22 09:16 am (UTC)[ But alright, concerns aside, he'll chill for now. Adrien will find him sitting propped against a tree, arm resting gingerly in his lap. A good percentage of his forearm is missing its flesh entirely, baring the not entirely bone-shaped skeleton of his wrist. Which thankfully isn't wired for pain responses, but the edges of his melted skin most definitely are. Not to mention they're still beading up with gluey white blood, but what can you do? So long as he doesn't move it it's tolerable, for the most part. ]
[ Keeping an eye out for Adrien—er, Chat—is a stellar distraction though, from both exhaustion and miserableness, so he keeps his gaze stubbornly up, scanning the horizon for any glimpse of a figure dressed in black. ]
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on 2016-05-22 10:08 am (UTC)[And from there, he stops responding to texts. It's been some time since he's seen Sigma, given the whole Melting His Arms Off debacle had resulted in no small amount of shrieking and running the fuck away. He wasn't proud to admit that, but it had freaked him out. He'd never used Cataclysm on a person, only objects, and he had certainly never wanted to find out that it would melt through flesh like it disintegrated iron, least of all on Sigma. So he'd done something of an acrobatic pirouette off the handle of sanity and after ensuring Sigma's habitual fainting due to whatever power enhancements he received wouldn't leave him any worse off (which, really, how could you be worse off than having your arms melted off by a kid in a leather catsuit), he'd fled.]
[And now he was coming back, staying mostly out of sight in the trees and shadows until he came upon him. He stopped just out of Sigma's line of sight, steeling himself, and held his breath as he dropped from the tree into a crouch. He stood and offered an apologetic, crooked grin, raising one clawed hand in a sheepish wave.]
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on 2016-05-22 11:39 am (UTC)[ Even now, the Chat Noir that slips quietly into view from a nearby tree still looks half strangled by the ghost he'd just seen. For what it's worth, once he spots him, Sigma offers up an equally lopsided smile and a wave before delegating his good hand to the task of shoving him up to his feet. Graceful isn't a word that comes to mind, but he manages. ]
A-- Chat! [ That's gonna get hard. ] Hey, you alright?
[ Y'know, physically. Let's both gloss over mentally, because it's Fine. ]
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on 2016-05-22 12:38 pm (UTC)Funny that the guy with melted arms is asking me that! Let me, uh. Help you...
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on 2016-06-06 03:42 pm (UTC)[ He laughs wearily, a little at the kid scampering up to help him, mostly at the situation as a whole. What a stupid accident it was... And yet when he goes to help himself up on the other's arm, his reach can't help but falter abruptly. ]
You, uh... Done with all that, by the way?
[ His grin involuntarily catches a shade of apprehension as he points to the proffered black-gloved hand. Just being sure... ]
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on 2016-06-06 04:33 pm (UTC)I! Hope so? Yes?? I haven't melted anyone else's arms, at least. Which, at this point, isn't exactly much of an improvement, since yours are still melted.