Sleeping Wwith the Frienemy

[devwocean]

Who: Dualscar, Signless and Psiioniic a bit later.
When: The first day of the curse, early morning.
Where: Ordo 1, Dualscar's hive.
What: Dualscar and Signless have both forgotten each other. Shenanigans ensue.
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[Dualscar has woken up beside others before, of course, but it's not really normal for him. He curls around the smaller body, and one of the sharp horns jabs him straight in a fin, thus rudely and abruptly bringing him to full wakefulness.

He sits up, hissing with irritation, then stares around himself in shock.

He turns and grasps the small, young troll in his bed, giving him a shake]

Wwake up!

Comments

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer is pretty used to waking up next to others, but never anyone so cold and clammy, and even in sleep, he's shifting away from the chilly form and closer to the warmer one in the bed.]

[That is, until he's rudely shaken away.]

Whaaa?

[He cracks one eye, not fully awake at all. His head... his head feels so heavy.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar's mouth opens at the sight of those sleepy eyes. Rust? It has to be rust]

I said wwake up! [He bares his teeth] Wwho said you could fall asleep in my presence, hmm?

[onlyasign]

[You know what will wake you up in a hurry? Realizing that you somehow managed to fall asleep next to one of the most feared seadwellers of all time.]

[Sufferer jerks away, his horns swinging about wildly, clipping a bedside lamp and sending it plummeting to its demise on the floor.]

Dualscar...

[The word comes out like a hissed curse.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar's eyes widen at the hiss of his name. If it weren't for the horns, he'd probably have recognized the Sufferer himself by now, but the troll who swung had little, pathetic nubby horns, not this impressive branched rack.

He assumes he was very drunk when he took this fine, if short, specimen of lowblood sexual prowess to bed. Too bad he doesn't remember it]

Stop that. [His hand reaches out to grab his arm] I'm not about to cull you, fool. You're breakin' stuff wwith those ridiculous horns a yours.

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer jerks away from Dualscar's hand, his horns swinging wildly and breaking more things.]

Keep your hands off me, Orphaner!

[His eyes are wide with fear, the bright red irises fully displayed, and when he shies further away, one of the prongs on his horn slams through the plaster of the wall and gets him stuck.]

You're not taking me into captivity!

[devwocean]

[Well, at least the horns are good for something. Dualscar grabs him by the other, holding his head steady and looking into his eyes]

Wwhy wwould I take you into captivvity, then?

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer reacts wildly to having his horn grabbed--he's not used to this at all, you can't grab little nubs after all--and tries to thrash his head backwards and out of Dualscar's reach. He only succeeds in getting another point stuck in the wall.]

Then let me go!

[devwocean]

I wwon't! I--

[He stops, holding Signless' head still as best he can, and staring into his eyes]

Wwho are you?

[onlyasign]

[By now, his initial fright is over, and Sufferer is getting angry. Wasn't it enough that highbloods captured him and executed him once? He grows very still, and looks up at Dualscar defiantly, his eyes showing bright red around his pupils.]

I'm the Sufferer. Now... [he swings his head forward, trying to catch Dualscar in the face with one of his horns] let. Me. GO!

[devwocean]

[Hah. Dualscar is far more familiar with horn-fighting than Signless is. He ducks his head and catches the horn with his own, growling]

Wwhy wwould the Sufferer be in my bed, then? And wwhere evven are wwe?

[onlyasign]

[Okay, horn-fighting is harder than it looks. Sufferer growls under his breath and tries to jerk his horn free. He's going to have a serious cramp in his neck by the time this is all over.]

I don't know!

[Seriously, he hopes they didn't pail last night. Please God, let them not have pailed last night.]

We're in Vatheon, you fool, where do you think we are?

[devwocean]

[Dualscar's pretty sure they pailed last night]

Wwhat's Vvatheon?

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer is pretty sure he'd be more banged up and sore if they'd pailed last night.]

It's here, where we are.

[Disgruntled huff, and another yank to try and get his horns free.]

The bubble under the sea? The island? Any of this ringing a bell?

[devwocean]

No! [He grabs onto Signless' horn again, holding it tight and trying to pin Signless down with the rest of his body. He looks around for something to tie him up with] So I'vve been kidnapped? By wwhom?

[onlyasign]

[Things that will completely freak out a mutantblood: having a hostile seadweller try and pin him in one place. Sufferer yanks his primary weapon, Staffkind, out of his sylladex and tries to smack Dualscar with it.]

[devwocean]

Ow! [Okay, he wasn't expecting that, and the staff cracks him hard in the noggin. He jerks away and tries to grab for the staff, but holding Signless in place and his horns and his staff... he doesn't have enough hands to do all of those things at once]

[onlyasign]

[Good, because now Sufferer is aiming a blow for between Dualscar's legs. He's pretty sure they didn't pail, but he also wants to head off any plans that might be leading in that direction.]

[devwocean]

[Wow, rude. Dualscar folds and curls around his bulge with a groan.

Now perhaps it's time for Psiioniic to wake up...]