[OPEN] Soldier On--

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Who: Serph and YOU
Where: The Park
When: November 14th, afternoon
Style: [brackets] preferred, but I can adjust
Status: WIDE OPEN

[It's been quite some time since Sera's departure, and since then, there have been others -- both Tribe and friends -- who have left Vatheon and not returned. Serph doesn't know if they'll return. Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. In the end, the decision isn't in his hands.

Before, there hadn't been time for these departures to affect him.

Which is why he's in the park, kicking a hacky sack. Signless had taught him the game when he'd noticed Serph watching him, so many months ago. In some ways, this is an imitation of that time; while Serph's content to play on his own, he's more than happy to play with people passing by.

Will you join in?]

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[Serph doesn't react to the apology -- it's no big deal -- and lets go of the hacky sack, allowing it to drop onto his foot, which he uses to kick it back to Disciple.]

Someone else recorded it while she was painting.

[feralfanatic]

[It was a game, but in her head at least, the apology was really for her sudden case of scatterbrain. Accursed feelings.]

[She taps the incoming bag back into the air, trying her best to better focus. A few taps of the side of her foot as she speaks.]

Oh my, I must ask her about this. But yes, Troll romance varies quite a lot from what I understand of basic human romance. There are a lot of subtleties I am having trouble understanding.

[Then, a much more graceful return of the hacky sack then last time.]

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[It's easy to fall back into simple juggles after he catches the hacky sack on its return. There's something relaxing about something simple while the mind is concentrating on something else.

He'd help with Disciple's understanding of human romance if his own understanding of human things wasn't so fragmented. And... well, at the moment, there's no place for romance in his life.]

The same could be said of troll romance. From a non-Troll perspective, it seems complex.

[He bounces the hacky sack off his knees a few more times before kicking it over to Disciple.]

Humans wouldn't consider three of your quadrants romance, though they bear similarities to other relationships.

[feralfanatic]

[She catches the sack in turn, on her own knee. She drops it to her foot, then tries something a bit more complex. She kicks the bag up, and after bringing her leg around quickly catches the bag with the side of her foot behind the leg she was standing on.]

[Smiling with the first triumph, she kicks the bag up over her head and jumps over her kicking leg. It was not a practiced move, however, and stumbles a bit as she lands leaving her out of position to catch the sack. She makes an attempt for it, but ends up launching the bag a small distance behind her.]

Eheh. Well, Disciple, that is what you get for showboating. [With a smirk she goes to retrieve the downed hacky.]

Oh, I can only imagine what it must seem like to outsiders. Although, the things humans have with their one gets surprisingly complicated. I have been particularly interested in adoption, and uhm... [What had she read in that one book...] marriage.

[The bag is then carefully served back to him.]

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[Serph watches Disciple's attempt at a new trick. Even if she didn't successfully pull it off, it's still quite fascinating to him. He lacks that kind of agility and dexterity to work that kind of trick, so he's quite content to stick to his simpler ones when he receives the hacky sack again.]

What have you learnt of the two?

[He tries the behind the back kick again, and this time it actually arcs nicely to Disciple.]

[feralfanatic]

[She accepts the beautifully returned bag gracefully, catching it with the top of her foot and holding it there, as she balanced on one leg.

Oh, not too much. I sort of admire them in a way. They are wonderful concepts, I think. They just get overly complicated, especially when you start trying to add in bureaucracy to matters of the heart.

[A few kicks up and down from the top of her foot, and the sack was on it's way back to Serph.]

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[Catching the hacky sack with the side of his left food, Serph doesn't immediately trick with it or pass it back, tilting his head instead.]

What do you mean by bureaucracy?

[He hasn't encountered that word before. He passes the hacky sack back without any tricking this time.]

[feralfanatic]

[Catch, tap up, repeat.]

It uhhh... It is a government, or administration. A grouping of people who sit together and try to control what others are doing with laws and mandates.

Human relationships, from what I have seen, have a habit of involving these governments and other ruling bodies. It is done to keep everything 'official' and 'legal', but usually just seems to complicate matters of the heart with paperwork, meetings, routines, and other inconsequential nonsense.

[The sack stops on her elevated foot for a little while as she attempts her explanation. When she finishes speaking, she finally lobs it back, in return.]