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let sleeping dogs lie... but you can do what you want with yellowbloods

Who: Mituna Captor, open.
When: Afternoon, 2/2
Where: Park
Style: Whatever you feel comfortable with!
Status: Open.

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[Guess who's been in the park practicing his wicked skateboard moves? This guy.

Guess who fell off said skateboard and fell asleep in the grass in the park? Also this guy.

Mituna's lying under the shade of a tree, one arm tucked up under his head, his skateboard upside-down with the wheels slowly turning a few feet away.

===> Disturb the yellowblood?]

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[Oh my, He had quite the impressive head of hair. Nowhere near the mess Disciple has, but still quite nice.]

[Another captor? The scientists had an addiction it seems.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Mituna Captor. Again, sorry about waking you from your sleep.

[He did not answer the one question, maybe if she rephrased it?]

Do you know long you have been in this place? Like since you would have arrived in the plaza sopping wet?

It'th ok.

[He grins toothily at her, setting his helmet to one side. That question is a bit better, but he still has to think about it.]

Erm.

[Mituna flicks his fingernails against each other.]

Not long.

I see, do you liked baked goods at all? I can offer you some as a means of an apology.

[She retrieves the small picnic basket she had brought with her. Removing a simple chocolate cupcake from the basket, and offers it to him.]

I have been here for almost half a sweep now, if you need any help with anything; Questions, or whatever.

[He hesitates, but takes the cupcake, examining it with his fingers before pulling off a small chunk. He sniffs it, then looks up at her.]

Thith plathe ithn't like Beforuth.

[Mituna considers that, or seems to, then pops the piece of cake into his mouth and mutters around it.]

Or the fucking dreambubbleth but it'th ok. It'th not tho bad being alivthe again.

[Just what was a Beforus? There is a lot about this Disciple is unaware of. One she figures it out though...]

Oh, the scientists pulled you from the point of your death? That is a surprisingly common occurrence.

Yes, this place is basically a second chance at life... If you do not mind being a test subject. It beats being back on Alternia, at least.

[He shakes his head.]

I'thve been dead for thweepth.

[Something in what she says pings in his mind. He sits up a bit straighter and peers at her through his hair.]

... Alternia.

[!!!]

You're one of-fh the trollth from afthter the thcratthch in our game thethion!

[... Too many 's' words.]

[Okay, she was clearly over her head here. None of what this troll was saying was making any sense to her. How could he have been dead but was now standing here? So the Scientists could take those that had already passed on as well, did their power know no bounds?]

Scratch? Game Session?

Wait, are you referring to that game the younger ones are always going on about?

[Head.. tilt..]

Yeth.

[Squint.]

Are you an anthethtor?

[He sure knew a lot. She was not fond of someone having the advantage over her, especially with how much he seemed to know about her, and she knew almost nothing about him.]

I am... Yes. My Descendant actually resides in city here with us. We are rather close.

[A small pause as she decides whether or not to show her hand of how little she knew. She opts for yes, he certainly seemed harmless enough.]

What about you? Are you an ancestor of some kind? You seem... familiar somehow.

[And indeed he did. The longer she spent near him, the more his scent seemed like something she knew.

[Mituna hesitates. He nods, shakes his head, then nods again. He bites his lower lip gently, and pulls his skateboard towards him, setting it the right way up in the grass.

With a twitchy motion, he beckons her over as he quickly lays out four sets of twelve picked blades of grass on the top of the skateboard, and then looks around, setting a jagged twig between them, separating them into two sets of twenty-four.]

Thith ith uth. [He points to the blades on his left, the lower line. Then, his finger rests on the twig.] Thith ith the thcratthch. Meenah killed uth all th-tho we wouldn't dithappear when the game rethet. [He frowns, and rubs his head, and his finger moves from the lower line on the left - he and his friends - to the upper line on the right. The Alpha troll Ancestors. He picks up one blade from the bottom left, and the one from the same spot in the lineup from the top right, and holds them up together.

Disciple would no doubt have no idea how difficult it was for him to keep his thoughts in order like this. Is he making any sense?]

[A little, maybe.]

[She follows him over and watches as he attempts to explain. She had heard a little about this game before, but a majority went over her head. After much more time in the bubble, she was willing to believe a whole lot more. It did not hurt that she had the whole dimensional theory thing explained to her with sticks and birdseed when she first arrived. She does her best to follow along.]

So these two sets are separated by this 'scratch' thing?

[She had heard mention of the so-called scratch before, but still was uncertain as to what it entailed. Some sort of event that sounded vaguely cataclysmic.]

So you are... from sort of other world with trolls? And you are related to our world somehow? You are from this lower left line of trolls here? Then who is that? The other one in your hand?

[Mituna regards the other blade of grass in his hand. His lips twist, and for a moment she could be forgiven for thinking that he's lost the entire thread of what they're talking about.

Then, he cocks his head in a quick, twitchy movement.]

... Pthiioniic.

[Yep he certainly just said that, alright. The shock takes her a second to get over. Was he implying what she thought he was?]

So let me make sure I have this correct.

Are you telling me you either are related to, or... are Psii from this other dimension or world or whatever you seem to be referring to? Which is on the other side of whatever this "scratch" thing is?

[She was certainly bewildered, and a little over her head, but the bubble had thrown stranger things at her... but not by much.]

[He hesitates, then slowly nods, placing the blades of grass back down. That's as much as he understands - no one had really taken the time to explain it to him properly, and any information he had from before.. was a bit hazy.]

Yeth.

[It was certainly hard to believe. But so was exising in this place. It certainly explained why this troll seemed so familiar, as well. Not that he mentioned it, she could certainly pick out the similarities to his scent and that of Psiioniic.]

I see...

Are there others from your... existence that share similarities to others I might know?

[You know, like her? hah.]

Maybe.

[That's a yes, but he's not really known for his straightforward responses. He touches one of the blades of grass again, and the corresponding one for the line of Alpha Ancestors.]

Thufth..fferer.. [Ugh that word. Stupid fucking Vantases with their incomprehensible names.] Kankri knew about him. They're the thame. [His fingers still, and twitch slightly.]

You're like Meulin.

There is an alternate Signless, too? Does that mean...?

[She stops as he answers her question as she was about to ask.]

So somewhere out there, there is another... me?

[She was not sure how to feel about this.]

[He shrugs one shoulder. This is getting a bit outside of his realm of understanding, and the fact he's concentrated on this one subject for this long is an achievement. He brushes the blades of grass off his board and picks it up to hold it against himself.]

Gueth tho. I haven't theen her here tho.. mutht thtill be in the fucking bubbleth.

[This whole subject is just going to keep raising more and more questions for Disciple. She wants to ask about her other self, but... also not. What if her life was worse then hers? What if it wasn't? She settles for something else.]

This whole alternate dimension thing is getting a little over-complicated, sorry. I am guessing by bubbles you do not mean something here in this bubble-city?

No.

[The single word comes out sounding a bit frustrated.]

Dream bubbleth. Where we went when we died.

[Then there was an obvious question to ask.]

Wait, you died?

[Blink, blink.]

I thought the scientists could only pull people who were alive, or at least from the same moment they were about to die.

[The more she finds out about what the labcoats were capable of, the more hopeless Darkleer and Zelda's plan to take the bubble seemed. They almost seemed like gods.]

[He frowns at her, not really understanding what the problem is. But then, he was dead for far longer than he was alive, so perhaps he's just used to the idea of it.]

We were dead, but alivthe. Our thpiritth were thtill there.

Oh, I see! It is still a little disconcerting that the scientists that run this place can effect the spiritual as well as the mundane and physical.

You are alive again, then? I mean, at least you smell alive.

So not only can the affect spirits, they can resurrect those they take as well.

[Yeah, Definitely godlike.]

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