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vatheon2012-03-30 12:27 am
feralfanatic) wrote in vatheon2012-03-30 12:27 am
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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.
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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"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.
Oops, you broke her.
That name she had hid from, she had been tired of the pain. More of her memories fell into place, bringing to her more of That night. The Disciple remembered...him...
The many sweeps of repressed memories flooding back overwhelmed her. Her vision wavered, turning olive green as tears began spilling down her cheeks. Her legs went weak, giving out, knocking her to her hands and knees.
From her mouth, which had been open to respond, came only a series wracking sobs.
That was easy.
"Come on now, no crying, no crying because you don't know what a wonderful gift you've been given yet... coming here." He tries to smile, small, at the same time wondering if he can set a hand on her head to smooth her hair away, but he doesn't, that hand lingering near but doesn't touch, trying to read her, understand the best approach to comforting her.
Well, to be fair, she was already broken.
Her tears started to slack, the steady pattering growing irregular, and finally stopping. She blinked as she looked at the ground below her; it was wet. What had happened? Feeling a strangeness on her face, She brought one of her hands to her cheek, and pulled it back to see the tips of her fingers tipped olive, tears mingling with the blood of her earlier hunt. The Disciple looked at her fingers, confused.
The greenblood righted herself to a kneeling position. Blinking away the last of the tears, she noticed that the brownblood had moved next to her. Bewildered, she looked around the clearing, then back at the brownblood. Olive smears still lining her cheeks, she cocked her head at the Summoner. There was a strange look in her eyes, she could not recall the last thing he had said.
A lot of people are.
Sorry Disciple, he doesn't really believe in repression as a way to go about solving your problems.
"You were thinking of The Signless, if you are confused as to what's happening." Aaannd round two, let's see if he hits it out of the park. What a frank and bold guys he is.
They are special, broken, butterflies.
This brownblood dares to say that name, dares to invoke it in front of her.
"Do not..speak that...word!" Said past bared fangs, a thin growl following.
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"I'm sorry, but repression is no way to deal with your problems." A shake of his head, he doesn't back up, doesn't get defensive, doesn't even remove his lance from his sylladex.
"You need to accept things like that, especially in a place like this. Have you bothered giving this place thought yet?"
Bad kitty. Off the summoner!
A savage cry escapes her throat as the Disciple throws herself at him. Whipcord muscles released from sudden tension, throwing her at the Summoner. Her leap was aimed to carry herself into his chest, knocking him flat on his back. Then, straddling her prey's chest, she raised one wicked claw-tipped hand high in the air, poised to strike down at him.
The Disciple's wild eyes looked down at him, let's see him show no fear now!
Figures~ All the ladies~
He watches the claw and just smiles, trying very hard not to make a comment about her being ontop of him. Instead he just stays quiet, cocking his head to the side.
"Oh come now, I'm hardly your enemy." Said quietly. He's ready to quickly wrestle he legs up and flip her back if he needs to... but he'd rather just see something first.
All of them.
When did you become like those murderers?
Shock and revulsion stole over her features, as the full realization of what she was about to do hit home. She was willing to kill the brownblood, and why? That he wasn't going to be afraid of her? That he wouldn't bow to her will? She was acting like a highblood. The Disciple felt like she was going to be violently ill.
Her hand struck down, the blow aimed away from the Summoner. Her claws find purchase in the soft soil of the forest floor. Slowly, her hand digs a jagged furrow in the soil as she pulls herself off of him, falling ungracefully onto her side.
Clumsily she lifts herself to her hands and knees and starts the arduous journey of crawling over to the nearby bushes.
"..Am so-sorry... Not them." Her mind still reeling as she fought back the waves of loathing. Suddenly a coherent sentence...
"I am not one of them!"
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"Don't go, please. At least let me tell you something of value, all right?" He adjusts in his seat, not following her, but ready to try and stop her if he needs to. Summoner just needs to tell her what this place is, as much as he understand himself- how it works, tell her that he is here...
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The greenblood found herself at an impasse. She was unwilling to face the troll she had almost attacked. She also found herself feeling physically weak, so fleeing was out of the question. So she stayed propped up against her tree, fresh tears marring her face.
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"You know-" Said distantly, moving to remove a small towel from his sylladex as he sat close. His hand soon moved up to her face, slowly, not wanting to startle her too much, and pressed the soft cloth to her cheek, his other hand braced in a knee.
"Crying only makes some people more gorgeous. I think-" A pause, glancing upwards with an expression of contemplation before he looks back and wipes her other cheek.
"I think you look all right. But I've yet to see that smile." And the towel's gone, sitting on his bent knees now, wings folded neatly behind him and hands going to rest on his lap.
"But I'm sure you'll smile once we talk a bit, okay? So cry, uh, what you need to anyway, and when you are more emotionally stable we'll get to some of the more interesting topics. Like, uh, heh, where you are, and who else is here. We're not the only trolls you know."
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She continued to lean on the tree for support, but she fixed her gaze on him, her tears ceasing. The greenblood's eyes had really started to feel sore from all this crying she had been doing. As always he spoke many words, most of them hard for her to grasp. It had been so long since she has had to communicate verbally, barring savage grunts and growls. The brownblood seemed quite willing to keep talking, so she would try her best to figure out what it was that he was saying.
She caught bits and pieces of his wording, long-unused concepts being dredged from the riverbed of her mind. He seemed to wish her better, and wanted to help her find out about this place. Then he mentioned the further trolls. This she actually found herself quite interested in.
"Trolls...think sensed some, running...scented some. Wanted safety of forest. Many others...smell strange. Look...weird, no horns." she found herself speaking a lot more then she intended. She had opened her mouth to simply report of the scent, and more words kept tumbling out.
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Hiding.
Right.
The Disciple went into hiding.
Summoner clears his throat, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and glancing up to her her. He soon removes a small plastic bag from his sylladex and scoots away from her slightly to set the bag down. It looks to be full of birdseed, and he soon opens it and pulls out a small handful.
"You," he points to her, "And I," points to himself, and then points to his hand full of birdseed, "And everyone else, are in a place called 'Vatheon'." And then he looks down and starts to pour small bits of birdseed here and there. Each colony of seeds is distant from another, some closer to eachother, some further away.
"The people here, all of us, we come from different places in the universe, in a bunch of universes." He points to each small group of seeds.
"And this place, Vatheon, had the power to pull us from home and bring us all here." He moves his hands to pinch seed up from each small pile to make one bigger one now, a finger tracing an invisible circle around this new seed pile.
"We all, from different planets and universes, live together here, in a rather peaceful and together society." A he speaks he's making rather simple gestures with his hands, things he'd use to denote calmer and more caring ideas when speaking to animals. A lot of open palms, slow movements, and a tranquil expression to match.
"Many people from our planet, Alternia, are here as well, but there's something else that happens." He takes removes a piece of rope from his sylladex and puts it on the ground, horizontal, stretched straight.
"This place is magical, and not only can it take a lot of people from many places, but-" His hand moves to the rope and moves down it, touching at certain places from one end to another.
"It can take you from any point in your own life."
His hand moves very close to one end.
"You could of come here when little, a cub, or-" He moves his finger further, "You could have come her older, which you did. For example."
He takes a breath, now comes the hardest part to explain.
"I never met the Signless until I came here. I would have never met you unless I cam here." Gestures, pointing to either of them, shaking his head.
"I am born from the Mother Grub, but not until a long time after you die and many die. This place here, it can take people from any time ever." He pauses, sitting back a little.
"I realize this is difficult to comprehend, but, do you understand?"
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"Think...yes"
She cautiously reached out for a small pinch of the seeds. She then painstakingly took two of the tiny seeds and dropped them in one of the piles.
"We here. Home." Then picking up the two of the seeds from 'Alternia', she moved them to the encircled larger pile. "Moved...here. Water place. Vat-heon?"
"Come not just different where...different when." A look of confused disbelief flashing across her face. Different when, there was a weird idea. Coming from different times, back when things were better. A strange notion began to form in her mind, pieces of the puzzle fitting together. The Disciple continued speaking, this time a question.
"So taken...but why? Why here? Why us?"
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"We're from the same place, Alternia, but from different times, or 'when'."
"Uh, as for what, remember all that glowing stuff in the plaza? Um, where you probably showed up? That's coral. People this that is what brought us here." He shrugged, back up a little.
"Uh, not sure why we're here exactly... and dunno why us, it seems to bring many different kinds of people from many different places."
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Oh it was so much to take in, but she was trying her best. The greenblood thinks she remembers the blue coral when she first woke up here, though most of that is a blur of overloaded senses. Too many sights, sounds, and smells to confuse her. She had many questions, and not enough of a recovered vocabulary to ask them. The disciple would try her best, however.
"Take us forever? or go home?" She shook her head, trying to recall what to say.
"Other trolls, met some, ran past one. How many of us? We safe... are... Are we safe here?"
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He pauses, eyes slimming for a moment while he thinks about how to respond.
"I'm not sure how many, but most of the trolls here are just nymphs, around the age of 13 sweeps I think? But we're safe. There are a lot of people here to help anyone who needs it."
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She had picked up, and was idly playing with one of seeds between two of her claws. A brief silence settled over her as she contemplated her next words.
"People to help, like you?" she asked, the barest hints of a smile curving the edges of her mouth. The smile disappeared as her face took on more of a somber tone.
"Everyone's safe..." She drops the seed back to the ground, leveling her gaze at the Summoner. "What about highbloods? Do they not threaten us here?"
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"And yeah, there are highbloods here, but we keep them in check, or at least are doing our best to." A small smile, moving a little in his seat.
"You're not the only troll for around your time here either."
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"...from my time?"
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She jumps to her feet, eyes wide open. People from different places...and times. Someone she knew. An impossible thought had crossed her mind, and jumped to her lips before she thought to stop herself.
"Si-Si-Signless?"
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