Give yourself a pat on the back.

[rebull]

Who: The Summoner and The Orphaner
Where: Summoner's hive in the woods.
When: Backdated to last day of curse 33 [Body Swap Curse]
Status: Closed

As he said, he's coming to scope out Dualscar and well, his own hive, that of which he hasn't been around much this last week. But he wanted to find him or rather himself. It was something to speak to your own body, so he couldn't help but want to see it face to face, Dualscar in his flesh or not.

So he's wandering through the woods, still rather paranoid without any communes to snag onto and use to scope out the area, but he shouldn't be stuck like this too much longer. Besides, he's been having some fun with the whole messing with Dualscar's image thing. Not like people don't know he's not actually Dualscar. But it's funny that they now have the image of him in such ridiculous clothing. It's been fun. So that kind of explains why when he gets to his rather huge treehouse hive why he's currently dressed in some really ridiculous clothing.

He moves to the trees holding up the place and smiles up, pocketing his hands as he calls up.

"You there, bright eyes?"

Comments

[devwocean]

I don't knoww. [Yeah, nice reminder, Summoner. He's NOT alive where he's from, so he's starting to get pretty damn comfortable in Vatheon.] Or maybe if you die for good you just are fuckin' dead.

[rebull]

Some are, yeah. But some of us have unfinished business. [A sigh, leaning forward a little.]

I have an entire rebellion to continue with, ya know?

[devwocean]

[Dualscar regards him for a moment, buzzing his wings just a tiny bit, then he shrugs]

Wwhat's the point?

[rebull]

[His eyes slim, straightening his posture a little.]

Excuse me?

[devwocean]

[He shakes his head] You already knoww your rebellion fails, Lysunder. So wwhy are you spendin' so much effort on that noww? You havve a life here, too.

[rebull]

Fails? To be fair, I make the lot of you fucking flee the planet, dumbass. And if you hadn't noticed? The new generations seems to be less all right with your Highblood crap. I'll take that as a win, sure.

But it's not about that.

[devwocean]

...Sure, I can see wwhy you'd call that a wwin, but it ain't a decisivve vvictory. [Frown] Wwhat's it about, then?

[rebull]

If the result is a bunch of amazing kids like we've met here, then all right.

[A pause, staring at him for a moment, his fins flicking a little before sliding against his head again. Summoner chuckles to himself, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand behind his head as he faces the ground.]

Don't worry about it. It'll feel better if you figure it out on your own. [Grins, giving him a cocky glance.] If you ever do.

[devwocean]

[Ugh, he sort of hates that kind of flippant answer, especially when he's already feeling disgruntled. But he can see in the fin-movements that Summoner is feeling pretty uncomfortable. So he reaches out and grabs his shoulder, then squeezes]

Fine, but don't expect me to evver figure it out. I'vve said more than once that both you an Signless wwere crazy to rebel, evven if the reasons wwere sound.

[rebull]

[The hand on his shoulder actually... is nice. The heat of it too, and Summoner smiles, glancing away as he moves to rub behind his neck.]

Eh- [He starts before pulling his head up, locking in a gaze with Dualscar. He moves to mimic the gesture, putting a hand on his shoulder in return.]

Don't be so sure. Trolls are full of potential. [Smiles.] Even a nook sucker like you. [Wink.]

[devwocean]

[Argh. But if he winked then that means he's joking, right? He manages a pained smile and nods]

I'll agree wwith that. I mean, look at all the potential you havven't evven started to tap.

[rebull]

Awww you sap. Lookit you. [Snickers, giving him a playful shove with both hands.]

[devwocean]

[Argh, all this playfulness is so confusing to him!! He rolls his eyes and gives Summoner a shove in return]

I insult you an you just take it as a compliment.

[rebull]

[It is? Well it keeps happening! Now grabbing one of those monster horns on your head and shaking it a little. You'll feel pretty much nothing besides pressure and yankin' about.]

Maybe you should get better at uh, tryin' to slam a guy down. [Smirks.] Dunno if you realized, but spend a lot of my time listening to jerkwads try to bring me to their level. [Scoff.]

Excuse me, beneath their level. [Let's go on the horn.]

I mean, here I schedule playdates with the chucklefuck ring leader himself. Things you say come out like they're sprinkled in sugar compared to the sick business falling from his roarbeast trap of a maw.

[devwocean]

[He flinches, but the horn pulling is really no big deal after all.]

Wwait, wwhat're you talkin' about? Playdates wwith wwho?

[rebull]

[Lets go of the horn and raises a brow.]

Chucklefuck? He who drags the biggest club. Know the guy? [Snickers. Yes Summoner, of course he does.]

[devwocean]

Are you really tryin' to tell me that you wwillingly spend time wwith the Grand Highblood, and survvivve it, too?

[rebull]

[Pockets his hands in that atrocious jacket.]

Pretty gnarly, hey? [A forced laugh, looking down.]

Hard to explain I guess. Being around the prick just- guess it reminds me of everything, keeps the fire of what I have to do still rushing, ya know? Reminds me this place isn't uh, isn't something permanent for me. Heh- [Smirks, glancing up again.] Plus it's pretty fun to mess with the guy.

[devwocean]

[He grimaces a little] Wwell, and I nevver reminded you a those things?

[rebull]

[Gives a slow, sly smile and a brow raise.]