Expatriate Darkleer (
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vatheon2013-01-14 03:48 am
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18 ♐ He is a very important 8 year old you see
Who: A young Zahhak not named Equius plus ~Vatheon~
Where: Throughout the city
When: Throughout the day
Style: Anything
Status: Open
Note: Darkleer is 4 sweeps old aka almost 9 years old in human terms.
Scene 1
For anyone trying to go about their business this morning, they might... not notice a very small "Ahen". It's very quiet. The next "Ahem" is just a bit louder, but it's the third they might notice someone is trying to get their attention.
It is a very young troll boy, some grub fat still in his cheeks and with long black hair that falls in front of his face and down to his very knees. The only thing he's wearing seems to be a tanktop that was obviously built for someone MUCH larger and taller than him; the bottom brushes his ankles. He's trying to seem taller than he is, very important you see! But it is failing due to a few reasons. One, his hair is in front of his face. Two, the look in his eyes makes it very clear that he is on the bare edge before he flips out. Three, there is an extremely tiny white pony following him around and chewing on his hair.
Watch out, 'tho- the large white bird one might see perched nearby seems like she means business.
"Ahem." Oh, looks like the young troll is ready to speak up! "By the order of the Alternian Empire, I order you to tell me where I am and what you have done with my lusus, along with anything else important." He keeps his chest puffed up for but a second before deflating. "I mean. Please?"
Scene 2 - Open
It looks like the young troll boy has stopped accosting random passerby for information. Now that it's noon, he can be found sitting on the plaza fountain with his two 'pets' with him.
Some brilliant local thought it a smart idea to give him an ice cream cone. Judging by the shattered cone all around and his hands dripping with ice cream, it's fairly obvious what happened. The large white bird is cooing and rubbing against his face. The miniature pony? A bit busy licking at the ice cream.
No, the boy isn't about to cry. That isn't why he's hiding his face behind his hair more than he was already. He's had a hard day, okay? Shut up.
Where: Throughout the city
When: Throughout the day
Style: Anything
Status: Open
Note: Darkleer is 4 sweeps old aka almost 9 years old in human terms.
Scene 1
For anyone trying to go about their business this morning, they might... not notice a very small "Ahen". It's very quiet. The next "Ahem" is just a bit louder, but it's the third they might notice someone is trying to get their attention.
It is a very young troll boy, some grub fat still in his cheeks and with long black hair that falls in front of his face and down to his very knees. The only thing he's wearing seems to be a tanktop that was obviously built for someone MUCH larger and taller than him; the bottom brushes his ankles. He's trying to seem taller than he is, very important you see! But it is failing due to a few reasons. One, his hair is in front of his face. Two, the look in his eyes makes it very clear that he is on the bare edge before he flips out. Three, there is an extremely tiny white pony following him around and chewing on his hair.
Watch out, 'tho- the large white bird one might see perched nearby seems like she means business.
"Ahem." Oh, looks like the young troll is ready to speak up! "By the order of the Alternian Empire, I order you to tell me where I am and what you have done with my lusus, along with anything else important." He keeps his chest puffed up for but a second before deflating. "I mean. Please?"
Scene 2 - Open
It looks like the young troll boy has stopped accosting random passerby for information. Now that it's noon, he can be found sitting on the plaza fountain with his two 'pets' with him.
Some brilliant local thought it a smart idea to give him an ice cream cone. Judging by the shattered cone all around and his hands dripping with ice cream, it's fairly obvious what happened. The large white bird is cooing and rubbing against his face. The miniature pony? A bit busy licking at the ice cream.
No, the boy isn't about to cry. That isn't why he's hiding his face behind his hair more than he was already. He's had a hard day, okay? Shut up.

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"But she understands, this place is pretty w-weird like that."
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Chiron, in the meantime, quirks his head to teh side. "Why is it weird? Besides all the aliens around."
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"Mmm, well, because y-you forgot a lot of stuff recently."
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"What did I forget? I mean, I know I don't know how I got here..."
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"Uh, well a lot, actually." A sadder sort of smile. "You do know how you got here normally, and you used to know more about Dural too."
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Something occurs to him, and he looks up at Lysunder. "Did we know each other?"
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"I'm sorry I forgot."
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"Don't worry about it, y-you'll remember again soon, heh." A soft smile. "I don't mind waiting, don't think they mind either."
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"I will? How? Do I have to go to surgery to fix my thinkpan?" That idea does not appeal to him! He doesn't appreciate, like any troll, the idea of someone with sharp objects going near his skull.
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"Magic isn't real."
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"Like magic."
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Huff!
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"I guess... Are all lowbloods weird like you?"
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From the bitty troll just comes a bewildered stare. His opinion of this guy is getting more and more mixed as time goes on. Maybe he should just run away...? Later. "On Alternia. That kind of important."
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"Yes, well, not till I'm older, heh." A smile, looking up.
"But little or not, I can still do this." Points up to a cluster of birds high in the sky that start flying more in unison.
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"Oh." Big plans, then. He understands that! Chiron follows the direction of his figure and frowns at the strange sight.
"...You can move featherbeasts?"
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"I can pretty much be them and talk to them, it's really awesome."
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