Maul just sits there and blinks in confusion at Varian's words. That makes absolutely no sense at all. Varian was a human and Fern was a plant person that shouldn't have had any blood whatsoever.
But considering in Deerington he'd been turned into a deer, into an eight-year-old version of himself, and a human, this really wasn't the weirdest thing that could have been happening to them. Really, this just confirms to Maul that there has to be the presence of another reality warper here in this new world. Julia or one of her ilk. But Julia is supposed to be dead...
The thought saddens and angers Maul again in equal parts. It shows on his face. Well, if there was another reality warping half-Pthumerian here, he wouldn't be so quick to judge them like others would. He could at least give them that much.
Fern definitely shouldn't have any blood whatsoever and that fact he does now is extremely distressing. Because if Fern can bleed, then that means he might be more susceptible to getting hurt than he used to be. This is a guy who shakes off getting decapitated. It worries Varian a great deal.
Varian raises his eyes to see the change in Maul's expression, his own softening.
"...I don't think it's her," they both know who her is, he doesn't need to elaborate. "If we're dealing with someone else...well. I guess they'll make themselves known eventually."
Maul lets out a long and heavy sigh. What happened to Julis is still weighing on his mind. He wasn't going to be so quick to forgive all of those who had sacrificed the girl and let her die. As far as he was concerned, they were all down on his level now: that of a murderer.
Maul hopes that someone reveals themselves sooner rather than later. In hindsight, most of what had occurred in Deerington had been the product of Julia's death throes, the echo of her powers creating a lot of what they had experienced. Perhaps the ones here would have more control over their abilities.
Maul taps Varian on the shoulder and then points to his legs. They'd also suffered some damage due to the crabs trying to get at him. Though most of it was cosmetic, he figures having the tech genius take a look at them to make sure they're still running fine isn't a bad idea either.
Varian would have a lot to say about that - they'd definitely hit another sticking point between themselves on that one. But he's tired and as much as he knows he and Maul can bounce the morality subject off one another he doesn't want to. Not while everything is still so confusing and broken.
He glances up at the shoulder tap, then turns his attention to where Maul's pointing. Ah, well, he can read that message loud and clear at least.
"Sure. I can take a look. I don't have any tools right now, but I'll make do," god, what he'd give to have his lab right now, he starts looking them over, trying to fix what damage he can with his hands. "I don't think they're broken to a point where you're gonna have trouble walking, at least."
Maul brightens up a little when Varian says he'll take a look at his legs. There are few people he trusts with getting that close to his mechanical half for fear they might do something to sabotage them. If Maul was unable to walk, he was in far more danger than otherwise. Not helpless, never helpless, but he would be weakened by a great deal.
He patiently lets Varian take a look at his prosthetics. While most of what's occurred is simply cosmetic damage relegated to the surface, dents and chips and the like, there's one or two points where the metal had broken off, revealing the complex wiring beneath it. Truth be told, Maul didn't even fully understand every aspect of how it worked. But he was certain his disaster nephew would be able to make sense of it all.
Varian at least, despite all the bad blood that has dropped between them, despite the fact he's still very much rebuilding the trust he has for the man up once again- would absolutely never sabotage something this important. He doesn't know fully how bad this town could be, but even if there were no danger at all, he'd never take away Maul's ability to walk. That would be...awful.
Hw frowns softly, lapsing into silence as he works, his brow furrowed as he concentrates. This is important and he doesn't want to get it wrong. He can see the wiring underneath- complicated and messy- he doesn't want to take that apart if he can help it. He taps the side, near them.
"We'll need to find some metal to cover these up. Even if it's just some scrap, for now, just to make sure they'd not exposed to any more water damage," a tiny smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "You're gonna have to live with some less aesthetically pleasing patches for a while. I'm sure you'll live."
Maul lets Varian go to work on his legs, looking around the boardwalk as he does so. The Wakers here seem to be much more friendly than the Townspeople of Deerington had been. Those that walk past keep saying hello or just nodding in a cheerful manner towards him. It's....odd. He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop and their true intentions to be revealed. Maul hadn't forgotten how he'd let his guard down his first month in Deerington and had nearly been burned alive for his near-fatal mistake.
There's an amused expression on Maul's face when Varian tells him his diagnosis. Good thing Maul cares not a whit about what he looks like. (Just never call him weird-looking as Charlie found out to his utter peril, at least when he had a much shorter fuse than usual.) He'll be fine looking a bit patchwork for the foreseeable future until he can get his legs completely repaired.
Varian shifts up from the legs having down what he can right now- he's a little bit stuck until they can find some materials to do the repair work he needs. But it'll do for now. Maul isn't about to lose the use of his legs and that's... well that matters. He looks up, taking note of the people too.
"It's weird, right? The people, I mean," he doesn't trust it, and it's evident in his tone that he doesn't. "People are like this in Corona and it's- well I don't know. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was never that easy in Deerington, why should it be here?"
Maul mimes a person walking along using two of his fingers and then squashes them flat with a fist made out of his other hand. Yep, he agrees, this all may be to lull them into a false sense of security. Then the trap would spring and they'd all be caught in it. He's far too full of distrust to believe otherwise.
At least he can rely on the Sleepers that were his friends and allies. While he didn't have an easy time trusting them either, he knows where he stands with them all.
A wry chuckle bubbles out of him and he nods. That is a very good way of putting it.
"Yeah, exactly. I mean, maybe we will be lucky and this is actually fine. I'm just not willing to bet my life on that yet."
Maybe in a few months he'll be a little more settled, but you can't undo nearly a year and a half of trauma overnight. How dangerous this place will be remains to be seen.
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But considering in Deerington he'd been turned into a deer, into an eight-year-old version of himself, and a human, this really wasn't the weirdest thing that could have been happening to them. Really, this just confirms to Maul that there has to
be the presence of another reality warper here in this new world. Julia or one of her ilk. But Julia is supposed to be dead...
The thought saddens and angers Maul again in equal parts. It shows on his face. Well, if there was another reality warping half-Pthumerian here, he wouldn't be so quick to judge them like others would. He could at least give them that much.
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Varian raises his eyes to see the change in Maul's expression, his own softening.
"...I don't think it's her," they both know who her is, he doesn't need to elaborate. "If we're dealing with someone else...well. I guess they'll make themselves known eventually."
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Maul hopes that someone reveals themselves sooner rather than later. In hindsight, most of what had occurred in Deerington had been the product of Julia's death throes, the echo of her powers creating a lot of what they had experienced. Perhaps the ones here would have more control over their abilities.
Maul taps Varian on the shoulder and then points to his legs. They'd also suffered some damage due to the crabs trying to get at him. Though most of it was cosmetic, he figures having the tech genius take a look at them to make sure they're still running fine isn't a bad idea either.
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He glances up at the shoulder tap, then turns his attention to where Maul's pointing. Ah, well, he can read that message loud and clear at least.
"Sure. I can take a look. I don't have any tools right now, but I'll make do," god, what he'd give to have his lab right now, he starts looking them over, trying to fix what damage he can with his hands. "I don't think they're broken to a point where you're gonna have trouble walking, at least."
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He patiently lets Varian take a look at his prosthetics. While most of what's occurred is simply cosmetic damage relegated to the surface, dents and chips and the like, there's one or two points where the metal had broken off, revealing the complex wiring beneath it. Truth be told, Maul didn't even fully understand every aspect of how it worked. But he was certain his disaster nephew would be able to make sense of it all.
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Hw frowns softly, lapsing into silence as he works, his brow furrowed as he concentrates. This is important and he doesn't want to get it wrong. He can see the wiring underneath- complicated and messy- he doesn't want to take that apart if he can help it. He taps the side, near them.
"We'll need to find some metal to cover these up. Even if it's just some scrap, for now, just to make sure they'd not exposed to any more water damage," a tiny smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "You're gonna have to live with some less aesthetically pleasing patches for a while. I'm sure you'll live."
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There's an amused expression on Maul's face when Varian tells him his diagnosis. Good thing Maul cares not a whit about what he looks like. (Just never call him weird-looking as Charlie found out to his utter peril, at least when he had a much shorter fuse than usual.) He'll be fine looking a bit patchwork for the foreseeable future until he can get his legs completely repaired.
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"It's weird, right? The people, I mean," he doesn't trust it, and it's evident in his tone that he doesn't. "People are like this in Corona and it's- well I don't know. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was never that easy in Deerington, why should it be here?"
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At least he can rely on the Sleepers that were his friends and allies. While he didn't have an easy time trusting them either, he knows where he stands with them all.
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"Yeah, exactly. I mean, maybe we will be lucky and this is actually fine. I'm just not willing to bet my life on that yet."
Maybe in a few months he'll be a little more settled, but you can't undo nearly a year and a half of trauma overnight. How dangerous this place will be remains to be seen.