If anyone knew about comatose, it was Beck. Although coma wasn't exactly the right term. More similar to a car breaking down on a desolate highway or a computer running out of battery, shutting down to protect itself rather than function with damaged parts. All energy was focused on repairing, not sparing any effort regulating his apparition or his thoughts, only his existence clinging to the living realm. The resulting amnesia was a different story, but if she wanted his memories to miss patches and threads like an unfinished quilt, then he trusted her.
He didn't trust the stranger in the distance. Too unfamiliar, too dangerous. Blinking away sunspots, the mangy boy remained paralyzed, staring at the jaguar's blurred silhouette with his teeth clenching down on the bucket handle containing an impatient Audrey III as the mutated plant swayed in his jaws. Why did he even try to go on peaceful walks anymore? The world seemed set on interrupting them anyways. The native pirates were approaching the stranger; there was no violence so far, and no imminent threat. It wouldn't hurt to catch a better glimpse of the supposed joiner, right? Heaving the oversized fly trap up higher so he could properly stumble forwards across the sand he failed to balance on, his broken ankle attempted to buckle under Audrey's added weight, but nerves numbed to any sensation, the poltergeist stubbornly persisted on until he wobbled behind a blob identifiable as Victor via his scent of packed snow and leather. Burnt hair hit his nose as well, alerting him of Bakugou's presence, and he didn't need to sniff out Luciferous' massive form to know it was him. Techno he wasn't accustomed too yet, but her voice was enough. The stranger he couldn't catch a whiff of, so he settled back on his haunches and allowed Audrey's bucket to slide from his pearly teeth to take a break from carrying the monstrous fly trap -- maybe he should put Audrey on a diet... could carnivorous plants have diets? Shaking his head yet unable to prevent himself from emitting an impulsive squeal, he cupped bandaged paws over his disfigured snout sheepishly. One of the vicious mutant's tendrils beginning to coil hungrily around his arm and tightly squeezing to no reaction, Beck gave his bony shoulders a rolling shrug and forced an exaggerated yawn, quipping with a wheeze, "Y'all a-are too borin', why don'tcha ask an-ny new que-estions?" Turning his amber glare on Atticus with a cheeky grin splitting his freckled face, Beck mockingly cooed, "Howdy! How wou-uldja prefer to die?"
[align=center]»――➤He didn't trust the stranger in the distance. Too unfamiliar, too dangerous. Blinking away sunspots, the mangy boy remained paralyzed, staring at the jaguar's blurred silhouette with his teeth clenching down on the bucket handle containing an impatient Audrey III as the mutated plant swayed in his jaws. Why did he even try to go on peaceful walks anymore? The world seemed set on interrupting them anyways. The native pirates were approaching the stranger; there was no violence so far, and no imminent threat. It wouldn't hurt to catch a better glimpse of the supposed joiner, right? Heaving the oversized fly trap up higher so he could properly stumble forwards across the sand he failed to balance on, his broken ankle attempted to buckle under Audrey's added weight, but nerves numbed to any sensation, the poltergeist stubbornly persisted on until he wobbled behind a blob identifiable as Victor via his scent of packed snow and leather. Burnt hair hit his nose as well, alerting him of Bakugou's presence, and he didn't need to sniff out Luciferous' massive form to know it was him. Techno he wasn't accustomed too yet, but her voice was enough. The stranger he couldn't catch a whiff of, so he settled back on his haunches and allowed Audrey's bucket to slide from his pearly teeth to take a break from carrying the monstrous fly trap -- maybe he should put Audrey on a diet... could carnivorous plants have diets? Shaking his head yet unable to prevent himself from emitting an impulsive squeal, he cupped bandaged paws over his disfigured snout sheepishly. One of the vicious mutant's tendrils beginning to coil hungrily around his arm and tightly squeezing to no reaction, Beck gave his bony shoulders a rolling shrug and forced an exaggerated yawn, quipping with a wheeze, "Y'all a-are too borin', why don'tcha ask an-ny new que-estions?" Turning his amber glare on Atticus with a cheeky grin splitting his freckled face, Beck mockingly cooed, "Howdy! How wou-uldja prefer to die?"