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vatheon2012-09-01 12:11 am
aim_exorable) wrote in vatheon2012-09-01 12:11 am
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11 ♐ Patience, n. A minor form of dispair, disguised as a virtue
Who: Darkleer and anyone/everyone
When: Saturday, starting in the morning and lasting far into the night
Where: The plaza
Style: Any, will follow
Status: Open
He wakes up that morning feeling... calm, in a way. No, calm isn't the word. Darkleer isn't quite sure what his feelings are doing, but it isn't something objectionable. It's almost hardly noticeable as he goes about a regular morning minus two adolescent highbloods. And at some point, he finds himself needing to leave the hive on some minor errand, something he could do at a later time but he simply decides to get it out of the way sooner. It brings him towards the area of the plaza...
And in the plaza, by the sprawling mass of the coral Lamufao, he pauses.
In his memories, he recalls someone who would lazily sprawl against him and drawl out things to tease him. He remembers a warm shoulder beneath his palm who'd lean against him now and then. Darkleer remembers other people, people who have never been here but he thinks maybe there's a slim chance they could be...
Deciding that his errand can wait for now- it isn't going anywhere, Darkleer knows- he goes over to one of the benches in the center of the plaza and takes a seat.
That's where he stays the entire day, and well into the night, just watching and waiting. He has a very long life, after all.
A long life and so much patience.
When: Saturday, starting in the morning and lasting far into the night
Where: The plaza
Style: Any, will follow
Status: Open
He wakes up that morning feeling... calm, in a way. No, calm isn't the word. Darkleer isn't quite sure what his feelings are doing, but it isn't something objectionable. It's almost hardly noticeable as he goes about a regular morning minus two adolescent highbloods. And at some point, he finds himself needing to leave the hive on some minor errand, something he could do at a later time but he simply decides to get it out of the way sooner. It brings him towards the area of the plaza...
And in the plaza, by the sprawling mass of the coral Lamufao, he pauses.
In his memories, he recalls someone who would lazily sprawl against him and drawl out things to tease him. He remembers a warm shoulder beneath his palm who'd lean against him now and then. Darkleer remembers other people, people who have never been here but he thinks maybe there's a slim chance they could be...
Deciding that his errand can wait for now- it isn't going anywhere, Darkleer knows- he goes over to one of the benches in the center of the plaza and takes a seat.
That's where he stays the entire day, and well into the night, just watching and waiting. He has a very long life, after all.
A long life and so much patience.
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[He shifts a bit, just to stave off the ache in his muscles for a bit longer.]
They haven't shown up yet, but I suppose I simply have to wait longer.
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You mean people not in Vatheon? In that case, it doesn't hurt to head in and rest for tomorrow. That, and you can always check the SFC for new names!
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[There's no point in denying it.]
I could do that. However, the hive is rather empty because the boys had an argument, and I haven't been sleeping as well as I should be. [His shoulders roll in a slow shrug.] I have nothing but time.
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Shouldn't you be relaxing and getting some rest, then? You're not going to camp out on this bench waiting, are you?
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[His sleeping habits, particularly as of late, have not been the best.]
If I'm ever needing of it, I can always use the coral to help avoid sleep.
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That's true . . .
Hey, mind describing to me at least the guys you're expecting? I'm not sure how much I can be of help when you're gonna be on the watch all day, but I may as well try.
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[At the suggestion, however, he pauses, clearly thinking it over.]
There's quite a few.
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You've got time, and I've got time before I head back in. You don't have to explain them all if you don't want to -- even one will do!
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[It would be a very noble and pious sort of thing, he supposes, to have to agonize over who to pick and choose from. But he already knows.]
He's a troll, like myself- gray skin, horns, fangs. He has two pairs of horns, however, simple points. One eye is completely blue, the other red. He will probably have a pair of protruding fangs which give him a lisp when he speaks. Depending on where he is on the timeline, he's likely not to be very well fed and thus very skinny. His name is Psiioniic.
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Psiioniic, huh? Gotcha; I'll keep an eye out for him! By the way, what's your name? And what's a troll, exactly?
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[Then that makes things easier. Darkleer feels a bit more at ease.]
You may call me Darkleer. I am a troll, as was Psiioniic. It is a race of gray-skinned individuals with horns, often varying with the individual.
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And I'm Kurow. I've never heard of trolls like you before, but I've seen a couple guys like you before here. Guess Vatheon really does bring all kinds.