Terror under the sea

[feralfanatic]

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.

Comments

[aim_exorable]

Another triumphant coo, and then the lusus begins to slowly hop over to the feral looking troll. If allowed, she'll bump her head up against her torso softly and begin to fiddle with little bits and pieces of her clothing as if she were a chickling the lusus has to deal with.

Meanwhile, the troll behind the robot's actions just squeezes his eyes shut and tries to rationalize why he's doing this. Again. Doing this whole thing again, even if she's from so much farther down the timeline than he is. This is ridiculous.

He keeps responding.

--do you n eed hel p?
--dural et me know you were here
--the lusus

[feralfanatic]

Defensive at the approach of the lusus, its continued motherly antics served to finally alleviate the Disciple's anxiety of the ivory featherbeast. The greenblood allowed it to approach, hopping carefully over to her. The lusus stopped and seemed to be wanting to approach further. She adjusted her bearing and took a lithe step towards the lusus; an invitation.

The Disciple soon found herself being preened. The greenblood left the lusus to its task, the attention serving to calm her further. Besides, she still had to figure out the mystery of this small metal beast. More words started to appear across it's screen, her mind worked to make sense of them.

Help. A word that she remembered Yes, she needed help, she was sure of that. Other words generated across the screen, and she worked to make sense of them. Dural. The lusus was named Dural. The little machine seemed to want to help her.

"How...help?" she spoke, eyes furrowed in concentration.

[aim_exorable]

--could explain things
--could fetch
--could lead
--do you need shelte r?

As best as he can, he tries to keep the words simple. Not only does it work better for him in his injured state, but she won't have to strain herself. He can only guess how far ahead she is of so many of them, and exile has obviously taken a worse toll on her than him.

[feralfanatic]

More words from the little machine. These ones managing to make some semblance of sense to the Disciple. More offerings of help. It mentioned shelter...! It knew somewhere safe! Shes not sure how wells he trusted it but she would go along so far as she felt comfortable.

"Safe... yes! take?" the greenblood asked, looking puzzled. She quizzically glanced Dural, then back to the machine. Was it speaking for the lusus?