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

[feralfanatic]

"Other trolls, different whens...times." She said, taking a small amount of seeds from 'Alternia', and spreads them across the rope line. Flashing him a questioning glance.

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?"

[rebull]

"We don't know that yet... But people have been known to uh, leave, and never come back, or leave and then come back later."

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."

[feralfanatic]

"Safe, good." She visibly relaxes a fair amount. She couldn't help but trust this brownblood, especially after how friendly he was, even considering what she has already done to him.

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?"

[rebull]

"Lots of people to help."

"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."

[feralfanatic]

Another piece clicks into place, gears start turning. Her eyes still fixed on his.

"...from my time?"

[rebull]

"Yes... Infact, you know some of them."

[feralfanatic]

Tick...Tick...Tick...DING!

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?"

[rebull]

"Bingo, kid, Signless and Psiioniic are here." He pulls on a bright smile looking up at her as he stays seated.

[feralfanatic]

"Signless...Psiioniic..." Her eyes were wide as saucers.

The Disciples mind was suddenly a torrent of many different thoughts all at once, too many it would seem. Many things happened at once as she jumped to action, not quite fully conscious of her actions, everything was becoming a blur.

She bounded over to the Summoner. Lithely, she slipped her arms around his sitting form, giving him a hug. She also planted a kiss on his forehead; A thank you. The greenblood then turned and started running into the forest, words flying out of her mouth in a jumble as she ran.

"Thankyousomuch! Igottago!"

Everything became even more of a jumble as she ran, instinct taking over as she bounded through the trees. She would find their scent, oh yes.

[rebull]

Snort.

Careful, Whiskers, you can trip over your own excitement just as much as a few tree branches.