vatheon | Terror under the sea

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Terror under the sea

Who: The Disciple and whoever
Where: The Plaza, The forest, and the path in between.
When: Early morning 3/29
Style: whatever suits your fancy.
Status: Open

Water. She was Wet.

She came to lying down, somehow drenched in saltwater. Blood mingled with seawater, on her hands and face. The Disciple was unable to remember how she got here. She seemed to be in some sort of city. A heavy fear caught in her chest. She shook herself awake to figure out where exactly she was.

"Where...am..." Her voice cracked from disuse.

Her conscious brain began shutting down as her senses were pounded with information. The sights and sounds of this new place, hammered into her mind. Unfamiliar beings were all around her, some even looking at her, in the open. Her mind scrambled for purchase. Worst of all was the scent. With so many...things together in this dome, compounded with the ever-present smell of seawater. Flooded with input, her animal brain took over.

FLEE!

DANGER!

Finally, she caught wind of a familiar scent. Trees; there were trees here. She flung herself after the scent, knocking aside anything in her path. Desperate for survival she attempted back alleys and other paths that didn't reek of these many strange beings.

She fled to the southeast.

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The startle caught a lot of attention. Maybe from the residents, but that's not the attention being mentioned here. The animals, a bit of a tizzy once to feline like troll made a bound into the woods, he frantic pace causing a few furry and feathery forest residents to start up a small fuss. Many of these small residents Summoner was already connected to, communing with, so it was hard to ignore the sudden shudder and shock in the balance. What better way to find out then further to commune and take a look.

A what a look. A female troll, looks to be strong, so very animal, stalking through the forest in slight distress. How couldn't he go look to find her.

And not only that... But he very much recognized who this woman was. She had gone, hadn't she? The Disciple had been rather scarce her time here before, but now... here she was again. The Signless would be pleased, though, even if something seemed wrong, she seemed a bit too frantic. But Lysunder knows animals, and that seems to be having a great deal of influence on her, this feral nature, and he keeps that in mind as he heads out, moving into the woods. The orange blood keeps his communes up, using them to track her down the best he can.

"Come now, you're much to panicked for games."

The statement seems to be made to himself as he reaches an area where he is fairly certain she is somewhere. His eyes dance over the area, bush to bush, tree to tree, his wings fluttering a bit before tightly folding behind him. Summoner does his best to keep calm, still, wanting to see what he can do to try and calm her and just get a conversation going.

She thought herself safe here, this small thicket, yet something had found her.

No, wait.

It hadn't pinpointed her yet. She still had options. Who was following her? Finally, the Disciple decided on finding out more. A plan in mind, she rolled to the balls of her feet, carefully moving with each step so as to not make a single sound. Her slow progress eventually carrying her back to the edge of the copse of trees she found herself in.

She was unready for the sight that would greet her. Another troll, brownblood by the smell of it. She relaxed a bit, at least it was not a highblood. On its head were two of the largest horns she had ever seen. Even more curious were the wings clearly jutting out of its back. What was going on?

The strange sight of the thing caused to to lose focus of where she was walking. The greenbloods foot tangled itself in a root as she moved to take her next careful step. She kept her balance, but in the process managed to wildly shake the bush the root was attached to. This, in turn, very neatly gave away her position.

Her mind raced with self hatred at her fumble. Well, he knew she was here now. Might as acknowledge him, it is a brownblood, she should be fine. Her eyes peered from her hideaway, waiting to see what the male troll would do.

A small insect, a beetle, sitting atop a leaf in the bush where she sat. It stared at her, unknown to the world around it, and through it Summoner watched. He was now very sure of exactly where she was, but he played ignorant as he strolled slowly through the trees, always listening in the direction he knew her to be in. There was a rustle of leaves above, yet another creature within his commune grasp, a simple feather beast. There were plenty more about, but none that really made themselves known.

Heh, the horns and wings did well to distract many, infact, displaying his wings right would be a well played card in duels and spars, the sudden shock of seeing them open up as wide as they can as quickly as they can. He's used that tactic before, but them alone, curled up behind him still did well to perplex any troll that had never seen him before.

"Hm?"

A simple sound, barely turning to face her new position as the bush rustled. Summoner merely looked over his shoulder and smiled, raising his brows, fangs glinted.

"Oh come on, we can do better than that, just a simple greeting is polite enough?" His tone is smooth and collected, and soon he does turn to face that bush she accidentally shook. He doesn't near her though, merely turns and puts his hands on his hips, standing among the trees with a confident and soft smile on his face.

"I can start, heh, if uh, if you're going to play woolbeastish. And you smelled like a predator too." Shrug! "My mistake!"

It seemed to be toying with her? What? It's manner of speech and the way it carried itself seemed almost...playful. The male troll appeared to bear no hostile intent towards her. Her error earlier clearly clued him into her location, yet he waited for her to move.

Another peculiar thing struck the Disciple. She was a predator. Lesser beasts could recognize a threat. Creatures felt a certain measure of unease when she was nearby. Yet, in the presence of this new brownblood, the forests denizens seemed surprisingly calm.

She would approach this one, yes. Maybe it knew something of this peculiar place.

The Disciple lithely stepped free from the small copse of trees she had been hiding in, remaining low to the ground. She brought herself into clear view of the brownblood.

"What...are...you?" she managed to say, once again she quizzically looking at its wings and horns.

His first reaction as she prowls closer is to squat low to the ground, knees bending and arms rest against either, elbows braces on the insides. He keeps his smile and moves a hand up, resting his chin on the curled fingers. Heh, this was Disciple all right, now that he's getting a good look at her. But she's a tad different than what she was the first time she arrived in Vatheon. A lot less talkative and he hasn't heard a single furbeast pun yet. Something about her seems a little aged as well, worn out, she looks so tired and now that he can smell her... The wild. What time was she taken from?

"I'm a troll, a beautiful whole other breed of troll. Straight from Alernia-" A smile. "And that latter bit I'll guess is the same for you? Disciple?"

What was the deal with this brownblood. The way it was continuing to carry itself, and the way it spoke implied familiarity. It knew her? She wracked her brain for answers. Her nose did not lie, this male trolls scent was new to her. This had to be some sort of trick, yet it bared no scent of fear or aggression. Her currently primitive mind failed to provide her with an explanation.

The greenblood took a cautious step backwards, she did not trust this male.

The words it spoke did little to part the fog of her mind; save one. Disciple. She had heard that word before, she was certain of it, but from where? A name, an important name.

My...name?

Tiny sparks of memory jumped through the haze. She was the Disciple, yes! It was a name she hadn't heard in many sweeps. And yet this peculiar brownblood seemed to know her.

"Am...Disciple...yess..." she said to herself, bringing one of her hands to her chest.

"All right, so what else about Disciple then." A smile as he moves to sit down, cross legged, keeping at her height. A seated position puts him more at a vulnerability, and since she's acting very much like a scared furbeast he figures he should treat her like one, for now. Which really? That's better than he treats most people, so she's lucky.

Summoner's not really sure what's happening with her, when she's from, before her time following the Signless? After? He doesn't know how feral she was at either time, and hasn't spoken to anyone that would know either. So he'll take his time, Lysunder doesn't mind at all.

"I'll start by giving you my name. Lysunder, or Summoner, or General, there's really a lot of things you can call me."

She re-centered her eyes on the brownblood, her head cocked slightly. This troll certainly loved to speak. The Disciples mind worked to figure out what exactly he was saying.

A name, his. Lysunder. It did seem familiar. She was quite sure she did not know this troll, but his manner showed he was at ease around her. Her brain failed to come up with an answer. She would learn more.

"Why...wings?" she forced out, voice still unsure. Her eyes darting to the brownblood's unique features.

"Oh?" He pauses, looking back, opening his wings slowly, casting orange around them as the light seeping through the canopy hits them. A small smile, fluttering them before folding them again behind him. "These old things?" A smirk, closing his eyes and lifting his head.

"Grew 'em myself! Apparently that's a rare thing or something like that." Still keeping pretty calm. just talking to like any person. Unfortunately he can speak to animals a lot easier with his commune, and though she might be acting more like an animal, she certainly was a troll, so that wouldn't work...

This troll was really wordy. The brownblood kept speaking to her, yet she found herself unable to understand most of it. Right then... that failed, she would find things out her way.

She crept forward, low to the ground, moving at a grub's pace. Her senses labored to take in everything about this mystery. Most importantly she would take in the scent of this creature fully. She just had to get closer.

Progress slow, she would eventually get to Lysunder. However, until then she remained ready to bolt if things looked dangerous.

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All she'd really smell was the forest since Summoner lives here just likes the various animals about.

He doesn't say anything, letting her get closer, casually leaning back on his hands with a smile.

Still no sign of aggression or fear. The Disciples curiosity continued to carry her closer. She hesitated about a arms length away from the brownblood, one last guarded look for hostility. Finding none, she approached the Summoner lithely.

She wound her way around him, taking his scent in. The greenblood finally completed her circuit, spending longer on the wings and horns. Mission accomplished, she retreated a couple steps and lowered herself into a perched position. She watched Lysunder carefully as she analyzed his scent.

He smelled of the wild, trees and other wild beasts. There rang other notes she could not place, but they were washed out by the ever-present smell of seawater. And again, no hint of hostility or fear. The Disciple would trust this one for now.

He has no reason to fear her, at least he feels that way, he assumes she is not looking to kill, not looking to feed upon him like some kind of antlered hoofbeast, so why fret? Instead he stayed still, watching her as she watched him. The only time he seemed to react badly was when she was rather close to his wings, feeling every small sensation as she smelled and searched, but since she didn't touch he had no need to really back away.

"Everything check in okay? I'd hate to've missed quota some how," a smirk, watching her as she lowers herself to the ground again. Summoner raises a leg, bending a knee, and braces a bent elbow against it. His chin rests calmly on his hand there and he just sits with her, watching, waiting, making no show of it.

"Hmm, well, I don't know about you, but would you like something to eat?" A simple gesture with his free hand to his mouth before the hand rests on his lap again.

This brownblood certainly seemed to have mastered the art of speaking without saying anything. She continued watching from her position a couple steps away. More nonsense words, and now the male troll casually watched her back. Her mind was still struggling to make sense of the situation. Unfortunately, her isolation had stripped her of the requisite knowledge.

Finally, with a gesture, he said something she could understand.

He was wondering if she wanted food. She didn't seem hungry, she in fact seemed full. Had she eaten lately? She couldn't quite fully remember what led up to her showing up, drenched in seawater. She stared at her hands, still slick with blood from some beast.

"Ate...recently..." She thought she had anyways. Then just as much to convince herself as the male brownblood, "...See?" She presented her hands to him.

Summoner could talk about serious subjects when it was necessary, but right now he was keeping high spirited, felt it was necessary. He wanted to ask her about what happened to her, when she was from, if she knew the Signless yet, but that could wait till she didn't seem so frightened. He knew her to be an intelligent troll, but anyone could grow some what feral depending on their life style.

"Ah.. uh, ate meat recently. You know, I don't eat meat myself, but when I did it was all right." A smile, hands grabbing his ankles as he sits.

"Did you eat with anyone the last time you did? Have company I mean?"

This brownblood seemed content to sit and watch her while it talked. She was still to anxious to sit for any long amount of time. But. he wanted to talk, so she would try. She started slowly exploring the clearing, examining anything she came across. Her mind still worked to decipher what he was saying. With anyone...company? He was wondering if she shared a den.

"Hunt alone. Eat...alone. Am...alone" Her head perked up from a small plant she had been examining.

"How long have you been alone? We're you always like that?" Just watching, his tone calm and posture relaxed.

"Long... remember." He certainly was curious about her. She would answer for now, being just as interested in him.
"Live...cave. Eat beast...survive... hiding." More words from her, as she was examining a particularly interesting beetle.

He's being led to believe this is Disciple before she became her known title... But she's older than the version of her he met before.

"Hiding?"

She stopped her investigations into the curious chitinous fauna. Vague memories play through her mind, long forgotten thoughts of her pursuers. Without context, she remembered how they hounded her, forcing her to kill to survive.

She slumps to the ground, her head turned away from the brownblood she answers.

"Hiding...yes." A furtive glance at the sitting troll. "From them...Would kill I if caught. So Hid."

"Ah..." He's not an idiot, he pretty much already knew what she was referring to. Highbloods right? Lysunder only got by because he made sure to follow orders while he had to. But still, he doesn't like to see how strongly she's reacting to this.

He's fucking curious though...

"Were they looking for you specifically?"

A small nod. The Disciples eyes grew distant, staring inward. Small bits of her memory revealing themselves to her. Someone had died, someone...important. The Highbloods were pursuing her, she thought anyways. It was proving hard to piece the fragments together. Awkward running, she hadn't honed herself yet. A flash of her slipping. Trees. A spray of blood; it was blue? Forms of shadows playing off the wall of a cave, moving past. She was safe, for now.

She shook her head, her eyes squinting. She tried to recall more, something, anything. Nothing came.

"They Chased...Yess. Wanted. Killed... hid, long." She tried to form her thoughts into words, it was becoming difficult.

He's unaware of her inner turmoil but he can get the gist of it watching her, knees bending up, arms resting on them as he watches. Chased... chased... It's still so vague, he can't tell if she's from before or after yet. He knows nothing about her time before she became the Disciple, so this could easily be her past self.

A sigh, distant, his eyes closing as he tilts his head up to the canopy.

"Killed. Killed what?" Did she kill something? Or did 'they'? It was tough, he wasn't sure if she was just learning speech or if she had known it and then fell backwards... He knows the disciple went into hiding after Darkleer's failed actions to execute her... But. Again, he can't be sure, this is all too vague. Part of him wants to find Signless, but he'd rather speak to her himself first.

More hesitation from the Disciple as she tries to conjure the words from the misty haze of her mind. Killed. Yes killed. She had killed. Taken the life of one of her pursuers who had found her. Wait, or had she stumbled upon him? She remembered hefting a large rock. There was a spray of blue. Highblood filth. Yet, she remembered tears; vomiting. She had been sick at what she had done. Why? It was one of them. She was confused by her own actions.

"Killed... yess. Was... upset." she shook her head in disbelief at her last statement "...Had to... been found...blueblood."

The greenbloods gaze shifted to the corner of her eyes, watching the Summoner, seeing if that was the answer he was seeking.

"Hmm, all right. Not uh, exactly what I thought. But-" Eh, fuck it. He can be the bold party here.

"Have you heard of The Signless?" His eyes move to her, locking there, staring as he awaited an answer, and if not an answer, he'll just read her body language, that would give him a good enough answer alone.

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