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The Disciple ([personal profile] feralfanatic) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2012-03-30 12:27 am

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.
hecklinghare: (gee really?)

[personal profile] hecklinghare 2012-04-02 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ok, doll. We can start wit da forest. It's sometin familiar." He figured by now that he may a well be speaking martian for all she could understand him. Still it helped him out at least, and maybe trying to figure out what the heck he was saying would be another distraction.

"Come on, Kit." Well she had a lot of kitty like features and switching around to somewhat affectionate nicknames wasn't helping. She'd be Kit until he could figure out who the heck she was.

"Der's a cave ahead if ya wanna camp out der until things calm down?" He cupped his hands and held them up, hoping it somewhat made her think of cave.
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[personal profile] hecklinghare 2012-04-03 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Great! One less thing to try and explain, "Come on den." He's getting used to toothy grins and clawed hugs. So long as there's no pot and stove in sight he's pretty relaxed.

He points to the blood, at least...that's what he thinks it is. "Wait a sec." He reaches behind him and hands her a rather fluffy white towel, "Der doll. clean up while we walk."
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[personal profile] hecklinghare 2012-04-04 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Clean yourself, Kit." He uses one end of the towel to wipe his face before handing it over again. He sort of gestures for her to try it on herself.

"Wet is bad. Ya might get sick." Then where would he be? He has no idea what sort of symptoms a troll would get with a cold.
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[personal profile] hecklinghare 2012-04-05 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
He holds back a smile as she goes to a more catlike route for cleaning. At least it was getting her mind off the initial shock of getting dumped in this place. Even Bugs would admit it was kinda disorienting.

"Ya welcome, Kit." He just sort of looked at the towel before tucking it away...somewhere.
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[personal profile] hecklinghare 2012-04-05 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Nearly there. Don't want anyone catchin' a cold." Now he was rambling, realizing that this still unknown troll lady was regaining her composure. There might be some questions that he wouldn't be able to answer. Despite talking to a certain troll regularly; he still knew next to nothing about them.

"Heaven knows dat wouldn't make stayin' around here any better. At least da caves dry...jus' hope it's big enough for ya, toots." He pushed some trees out of the way before extending his hand towards a small hollow that had been made. The roots of a tree supported the 'roof' and a few bushes hid most of the entrance.

"Dere ya go kid."
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[personal profile] hecklinghare 2012-04-05 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
He had watched her enter the cave, not hiding his own curiosity at just how feline she acted. It was interesting but gave him more questions then answers. When the bushes had settled he shrugged to himself and turned to head out.

This was the part in the picture where he always dove into his hole and turned up somewhere else. Of course...he didn't have a hole out here yet so old fashioned 'exit stage right' was in order.

Until she spoke up again. He turned around walking the small distance back towards her, "Uh...no tanks are needed. I always help a lady in trouble. It's part a my contract."
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[personal profile] hecklinghare 2012-04-05 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
Bugs could be patient and it proved fruitful once again at he long string of words she said. Closest to an actual sentence he'd heard since he'd met her. A short grin and a nod.

"Ok. You win but uh...how about we wait on dat kill enemy ting, yeah?" He was not about to explain the fact that he was never in danger to her. This place was headache inducing enough without adding Toon Physics to the mix.
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[personal profile] hecklinghare 2012-04-11 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
The affection caught him off guard, his whiskers standing straight up a little. Oh boy...it was one thing with a little kid but Disciple well! She...certainly was not little anywhere.

"Uh...heh yeah doll." He shook his head and watched her head back. If anyone asked he would feign ignorance. At least until she felt like being found by her friend or enemies or whatever weird thing trolls had.

"Later, toots." And with that Bugs turned around and strolled off singing an old song that faded away along with him.