Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to problems that upset you...

[onlyasign]

Who: Sufferer and Redglare
Where: The park and then the woods
When: after this
Style: [ ]
Status: you just wish you could be this rad... closed

[After speaking to Redglare and arranging a meeting, Sufferer heads to the park. Once he arrives, he doesn't see her right away, and sits on a bench to wait. He's definitely interested in meeting her; she's from the future, long after his death, and he wants to see if her version of events is much different from Summoner's.]

[While he waits, he fiddles with the wrappings on his wrists. Much as when he was here before, he's taken to wearing bandages around his wrists that extend halfway up his forearms, covering the hideous scars there. Now, though, there's a pair of supple, black leather gloves covering his robotic hands. From a distance, and even up close, it's difficult to tell that his hands are not the ones he was hatched with.]

Comments

[lawesome]

[The fact that she is later in arriving than him, has nothing to do with hesitance on her part, and everything to do with her new hiveblock being farther removed from the park than his place. In accordance with everything that Pyralspite had taught her, she would not abscond, she would not back down. She had fought her way through one of Alternia's most demanding professions, she had stood boot to boot and eye to eye with some of the most dangerous criminals the empire knew. She would not abscond from this.

Even if the idea of meeting him, of meeting the man who's words had helped form her ideals to such a degree makes something in her bile-sack twist.

Any hesitation she might feel though does not show on her face, which is grace by a small but present smile, nor in the set of her back or shoulders which are straight and upright. Had Sufferer known her better he might have been able to tell that she is over compensating, that her shoulders are just a tad too straight and tight compared to her normal posture. As it stands though, she at least looks the part of confident, successful legislacerator when she calmly walks up to him.]

I hope I'm not too late.

[onlyasign]

[He wouldn't have thought that! He doesn't know where she's staying, but she doesn't strike him as the kind of troll who would arrive late anywhere if she could help it.]

Not at all.

[He looks up at her, not rising immediately from the park bench. She certainly carries herself like a confident, professional troll, and while he doesn't get intimidated by other trolls, he can tell she's a force to be reckoned with.]

Shall we, then?

[He gets up and offers her his arm. Dolorosa didn't raise any rude trolls, no she did not!]

[lawesome]

[The offered arm has her stare for just a moment too long before she manages to cover it up. Her hands don't move from the head of her cane though.]

You are a charmer, but I must decline! I'm fine just like this.

[She is not ready to really touch you yet, Signless. Almost as if the idea of touching you makes you even more real, even more than just that idea she had come to care so much, perhaps too much, about.]

[onlyasign]

[He drops his arm, unoffended.]

As you will. Follow me, I know a place where we won't be disturbed.

[He sets off into the woods at a leisurely pace. It's not like she'll have any trouble keeping up, since her legs are longer than his. Everyone's legs are longer than his.]

Are you settling in well?

[lawesome]

[Her legs perhaps, but all in all, they aren't that different in height. Though between her heels, her composure and the length of her horns, she certain has the more impressive aura. At least, for those that don't actually know their stories.]

I am. It's a very different place from Alternia though.

I'm using this account for icons, specifically the I SAID HEY ones

[withoutasign]

[Yeah, but Sufferer never tried to be intimidating or impressive. In fact, it consistently surprised him when anyone felt that way about him.]

That it is. Sometimes the peace and quiet is hard to get used to.

begone you crazy lady.

[lawesome]

[Listen, meeting someone that you have based much of your personal morals around is always pretty intimidating. Even if that person turns out to be a short, stocky hippie.]

The wigglers seems to have adjusted well.

I look into the abyss, and I whisper "...no..."

[withoutasign]

[Wow, rude, he's not stocky! He's just... built like a brick shithouse, okay he's stocky, shut up! And also a hippie, but he wasn't going to argue that point.]

They have.

[The shadow of a smile dances across his face.]

They had an excellent leader to help them.

the abyss is not a good life coach.

[lawesome]

So I've heard.

[She chuckles a little. Discussing the wigglers is easy. No attachment there beyond a faint fondness.]

Don't think you are the only one with a good descendant! I'll have you know mine is quite awesome as well.

what're you talking about, the abyss is a GREAT life coach!

[withoutasign]

[Sufferer chuckles quietly.]

I can't argue that, certainly. Terezi and I haven't met in person yet, but she made quite the impression on me when we spoke.