vatheon | 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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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."

She accepted the towel...and stared at it. Why had this Bugs creature handed her this strip of fabric? Was it an offering of some kind? She could not figure out half the things that this rabbit did.

"What...?" she muttered, mostly to herself.

Her head cocked in confusion, she moved to hand the towel back to her new friend.

"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.

She nods in understanding, and starts to clean herself. Shortly she grows frustrated with the fluffy white hindrance. The Disciple drops the towel, and finishes the job her way; with her tongue. Being clean did lend itself to making her feel more at ease.

"yess... better." she said accompanied with a nod and slight smile.

She looked down at the discarded towel, and then as if remembering long-unused manners, picks up the towel and hands it back to Bugs.

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.

The crush of input from her senses was finally starting to abate. The familiar scent of the forest had helped center her. The antics of this Bugs creature contributing as well. She would find shelter, try to get some sleep, and hopefully figure this place out. Seeing how her friend had offered to solve the shelter problem, things were looking slightly up, all things considered.

She stood, and motioned to bugs. "Cave. Shelter...please." Oh! Please! all sorts of words were coming back to her.

"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."

Oh yes it was good, quite good. This would make for a very decent den. It was quite well hidden, had only one major avenue of entry; she probably would have missed it if not for her friend.

The greenblood gracefully dropped to all-fours and began to examine the den in detail. Overall, it would make a great place for her to hide while she recovered her senses. Not a permanent home, but it would get her by for awhile.

She disappeared down into the hideaway, the bushes settling into place behind her. It was a little on the small side, she wouldn't exactly be able to stand up or anything inside, but it would be perfect for what she needed. Most importantly, it was dry.

After a while, the bushes parted as she found her way back outside the den.

"Is perfect!" She favored him with a smile "How can...thank?"

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."

More things said that she didn't understand. Pausing, she pieced together his statement. He didn't want anything in return. She didn't like owing someone, but he had been generous so far. But still, she even if not today, she would pay of the favor done for her. She panned for gold in the river of her mind, trying to find words to express herself.

"Am Thanks...Bugs want thing, let know... Hunt beast, track...kill enemy. Will help." She nodded with agreement at her own statement. "Am feel...better. Thank bugs." Oh my, look at all these words. The greenblood was quite pleased with herself. She recalled lots of writing, many larger words. Important words. But they remained lost to her for now.

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.

Bugs had been helpful, she would help him in return, eventually. She would protect him. For now, a farewell. She carefully approached Bugs, a determined smile adorning her face. She drew closer to him, rubbing her cheek against the soft fur of his. Satisfied she turned around, slinking back over to her hideaway.

"Many Thank." She said over her shoulder. "Will be here now. Explore later...Safe now."

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.

Terror under the sea

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