Lobco couldn't especially say she was surprised. It was hard to even know where to begin accounting for all the difficulties that would be posed by such circumstances.
She looked down at her now empty cup of tea. Hearing that it's society had fallen wasn't a surprise, no, but it was a touch odd to her that it had fallen due to the physiology of its people.]
Depressing, but also curious. Don't Gods usually pick up the remains of their worlds or civilizations? Then again, this place doesn't really seem to have deities that operate in that same fashion as to what she's used to so she can't make any assumptions.
[The only other person who fit that bill that Lobco has had some contact with is Satanick.
She's very, very glad that these two are nothing alike.
There's a very important fact to be learned from this, however, and it's that whatever force has been dragging everyone here is powerful enough to pull someone like Grimm along. With a pensive hum Lobco sets her cup down.]
Thank you again for your hospitality and your patience with all my questions. I'm feeling a lot better than I was before, but I don't want to take further advantage...it'd be best if I find some place I can take residence in soon.
When they bent over a childish thought passed through Lobco's head that she hope she could be that tall one day. She had always hoped that she would grow to be as big as her mother but so far it didn't look like she'd be so lucky.
The shrimp straightened her back a little more and looked where they indicated.
"That number is a measurement of how much Chroma you have. Has that been explained to you yet? Hopefully given how important it was. She had gotten in a very bad shape from not having kept her own Chroma up, fortunately Grimm had been there to help her.
'Chroma' had indeed been explained to them, and thus the Hollow Knight nodded. It didn't want her to think that it hadn't absorbed what it had been told: one thing it had been praised for was its ability to learn. It remembered that soft look its Father had given, when He turned His shining gaze upon it at the peak of the White Palace...
Do not think.
Pulling its mind (it had no mind, must not have a mind) back from that too achingly sweet memory, the Hollow Knight glanced at its stable level of Chroma. It tapped it, and then gestured to her. Did she need to Moonlace?
Lobco was relieved to hear that. She did not envy the Prismals that had to explain that entire process. Then again, for them it was perhaps the most natural thing in the world and thus didn't hold the stigma that it did back home. None of them would see anything wrong or strange with casual intimacy.
When they held out their hand she blinked in surprise then furrowed her brow nervously. She did in fact need more Chroma--she was always walking on the thin line between adequate and dangerously low, Grimm being the only person she truly moonlaced with.
Hesitantly she raised her hand. She had shaken hands with people before without issue. She should just think of this as that--nothing more. Yet when Lobco raised her head to look at them unease filled her. The height she had admired and envied only a moment ago now seemed intimidating; the weapon and mask that concealed all emotion certainly did not help either.
...ugh, no. She was being judgmental. Insulting even. Yet as much as she told herself that her hand remained in place before she curled it and pressed it against her chest, given what she hoped was a convincing smile.
"I'm not in need, but thank you. If you'd like, I could take you to Grimm. We live together so if he's at home now, he will be. I'm Lobco. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The Hollow Knight was neither convinced nor unconvinced by her smile. In its mind, there was a simple answer: she didn't want to Moonlace. Nothing hurtful or insulting had been done.
And yet it couldn't help but remember... once, when yet another instance of the Infection had been discovered, the way it had reached out, and its Father had moved to take the comfort only to hold Himself back, refuse it, and draw the burden into Himself to carry. It hoped that she was not --
(do not hope)
-- it recognized a similar hesitation in her actions, indicating that she hurt in some same unfathomable way to it.
It lowered its hand again.
She'd said a lot of things that it needed to respond to, but it didn't have the words to do it. Looking around, spied neither weaversilk and ink nor stone tablets and chisels, and raised its hand again to mime writing its answer to her.
She lifted her arm a touch and turned away from the giant bug in order for them both to be able to see the screen of her communicator right side up.
"This will allow you to write and communicate with others. There are several ways. If you do this," she very slowly navigated to the messenger, "you can find people to specifically talk to. You'll need to know what they go by. For example if you enter my name and these numbers--"
She did just that so they could see how, "And press this button you'll be able to send me messages. There's also a network in which people can leave public messages for anyone to view and respond to."
... It... had a voice? Of sorts, of course, but still... it had been made without a voice for a reason. And even if it had cried out through the dark emptiness to another who could answer its cry, it could not confess to feeling easy about having this.
But...
... But it would need to answer questions.
So it followed what she said, watching with that same blank intensity of before, and copied her motions almost exactly. Soon enough, it had a message open, and it could type.
While she said the message out loud, she also typed it and sent it to them so they could see how that functioned.
"There's a more public forum to where you can put up messages that can be read by everyone of the Moonblessed who is using the device." That would probably be the best way for them to seek out others that they might know. Once again she showed how one would access the network, displaying the most recent posts.
It was kind of her to respond to it in the only way it could 'speak' to her. The Hollow Knight felt touched, and the emotion sank comfortably into the void within it, not destroyed, but accepted.
Nodding at her information, the Hollow Knight glanced down at the device, watching the way the words appeared there when she was done. It was a wonderful piece of technology, and would have helped a lot of bugs, it was sure. Monomon and Lurien would have loved it.
... It didn't want to think of Monomon or Lurien.
Instead, it typed and sent a response to her question:
Is there a way to save the information that has been delivered, so that especially important parts can be easily found again?
"Yes there is." Lobco was relieved this was something she knew. Having perused the network for as much information as she could get she had been interested in something just like that. Beyond that she didn't think she'd really be able to explain some of the finer capabilities these devices had.
"There are a couple ways that you can do that but the easiest is simply hitting these ellipses here. It will give you this option to bookmark and you can even make categories for them."
The Hollow Knight tried, and it managed to both bookmark and like Lobco's explanation to it. The only thing in the way of the latter was that it needed to put in a 'username', which was a very relaxing term. It's attempt at 'The Hollow Knight' was changed to just 'thehollowknight', but that was fine.
Lobco got a little notification that thehollowknight liked your post, too!
And a comment:
Thank you for teaching this. It will be most helpful.
The Hollow Knight thought about her question, but it ultimately shook its head. It would be fine with what she had shown it. She had given it a voice, and that was important enough in a world where it was spoken to. It would never be able to repay that teaching; not if it lived a thousand years.
[Oh. Well. Same as the username. That'll be quite easy to remember, especially given its uniqueness. Idly she wondered why they and Knight went by such titles, but perhaps that was best asked for another time.]
It has been very nice to meet you then, Hollow Knight. I'm going to see if any other newcomers need help, but if you have any questions please don't hesitate to contact me.
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...how did they.
[How to even articulate this question. Actually this brought up numerous questions.]
How were they structured socially?
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[Didn't change the backwards aging thing, just changed how much he knew about them.]
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Well.
Lobco couldn't especially say she was surprised. It was hard to even know where to begin accounting for all the difficulties that would be posed by such circumstances.
She looked down at her now empty cup of tea. Hearing that it's society had fallen wasn't a surprise, no, but it was a touch odd to her that it had fallen due to the physiology of its people.]
Have you seen a lot of fallen societies?
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I am the one that clears up the remnants so that life may begin anew. It is a necessary role, but it limits the sorts of civlizations I travel to.
[Dead or dying.]
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Depressing, but also curious. Don't Gods usually pick up the remains of their worlds or civilizations? Then again, this place doesn't really seem to have deities that operate in that same fashion as to what she's used to so she can't make any assumptions.
Or perhaps...]
Does that mean you're a deity of sorts?
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[The whole thing about vessels and rituals is complicated, and they did just meet.]
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She's very, very glad that these two are nothing alike.
There's a very important fact to be learned from this, however, and it's that whatever force has been dragging everyone here is powerful enough to pull someone like Grimm along. With a pensive hum Lobco sets her cup down.]
Thank you again for your hospitality and your patience with all my questions. I'm feeling a lot better than I was before, but I don't want to take further advantage...it'd be best if I find some place I can take residence in soon.
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[But she has a point about needing somewhere to stay.]
Please come again sometime, after you've settled in.
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It's not that, I promise. I'll be sure to do so.
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I shall be looking forward to it.
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When they bent over a childish thought passed through Lobco's head that she hope she could be that tall one day. She had always hoped that she would grow to be as big as her mother but so far it didn't look like she'd be so lucky.
The shrimp straightened her back a little more and looked where they indicated.
"That number is a measurement of how much Chroma you have. Has that been explained to you yet? Hopefully given how important it was. She had gotten in a very bad shape from not having kept her own Chroma up, fortunately Grimm had been there to help her.
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Do not think.
Pulling its mind (it had no mind, must not have a mind) back from that too achingly sweet memory, the Hollow Knight glanced at its stable level of Chroma. It tapped it, and then gestured to her. Did she need to Moonlace?
Hesitantly, it held out its hand.
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When they held out their hand she blinked in surprise then furrowed her brow nervously. She did in fact need more Chroma--she was always walking on the thin line between adequate and dangerously low, Grimm being the only person she truly moonlaced with.
Hesitantly she raised her hand. She had shaken hands with people before without issue. She should just think of this as that--nothing more. Yet when Lobco raised her head to look at them unease filled her. The height she had admired and envied only a moment ago now seemed intimidating; the weapon and mask that concealed all emotion certainly did not help either.
...ugh, no. She was being judgmental. Insulting even. Yet as much as she told herself that her hand remained in place before she curled it and pressed it against her chest, given what she hoped was a convincing smile.
"I'm not in need, but thank you. If you'd like, I could take you to Grimm. We live together so if he's at home now, he will be. I'm Lobco. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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And yet it couldn't help but remember... once, when yet another instance of the Infection had been discovered, the way it had reached out, and its Father had moved to take the comfort only to hold Himself back, refuse it, and draw the burden into Himself to carry. It hoped that she was not --
(do not hope)
-- it recognized a similar hesitation in her actions, indicating that she hurt in some same unfathomable way to it.
It lowered its hand again.
She'd said a lot of things that it needed to respond to, but it didn't have the words to do it. Looking around, spied neither weaversilk and ink nor stone tablets and chisels, and raised its hand again to mime writing its answer to her.
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"Oh! Sorry."
She lifted her arm a touch and turned away from the giant bug in order for them both to be able to see the screen of her communicator right side up.
"This will allow you to write and communicate with others. There are several ways. If you do this," she very slowly navigated to the messenger, "you can find people to specifically talk to. You'll need to know what they go by. For example if you enter my name and these numbers--"
She did just that so they could see how, "And press this button you'll be able to send me messages. There's also a network in which people can leave public messages for anyone to view and respond to."
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... It... had a voice? Of sorts, of course, but still... it had been made without a voice for a reason. And even if it had cried out through the dark emptiness to another who could answer its cry, it could not confess to feeling easy about having this.
But...
... But it would need to answer questions.
So it followed what she said, watching with that same blank intensity of before, and copied her motions almost exactly. Soon enough, it had a message open, and it could type.
Grimm does not need to be bothered.
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"If you are certain."
While she said the message out loud, she also typed it and sent it to them so they could see how that functioned.
"There's a more public forum to where you can put up messages that can be read by everyone of the Moonblessed who is using the device." That would probably be the best way for them to seek out others that they might know. Once again she showed how one would access the network, displaying the most recent posts.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
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Nodding at her information, the Hollow Knight glanced down at the device, watching the way the words appeared there when she was done. It was a wonderful piece of technology, and would have helped a lot of bugs, it was sure. Monomon and Lurien would have loved it.
... It didn't want to think of Monomon or Lurien.
Instead, it typed and sent a response to her question:
Is there a way to save the information that has been delivered, so that especially important parts can be easily found again?
You know, Lobco -- like a 'like' system.
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"There are a couple ways that you can do that but the easiest is simply hitting these ellipses here. It will give you this option to bookmark and you can even make categories for them."
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Lobco got a little notification that thehollowknight liked your post, too!
And a comment:
Thank you for teaching this.
It will be most helpful.
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What a curious username.
"Of course. I'm happy I could help. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
And before she forgets.
"My name is Lobco. It's a pleasure to meet you. What's your name?"
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It typed its response to her.
I am the Hollow Knight.
Thank you, Lobco.
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It has been very nice to meet you then, Hollow Knight. I'm going to see if any other newcomers need help, but if you have any questions please don't hesitate to contact me.
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Of course.
If the sibling and Grimm cannot be located, your offer may be taken up.
Thank you for your kindness.
[ It bowed again, stiff and formal. ]