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 Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 5:27 pm
You left me... ...Just when I needed you most
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 11:21 pm
Voscil was still angry from being told she had to leave once the morass came alive with zombies. Her mother had all but jerked her along and shoved her away. Pushing a hand against her eyes she tried to keep her looking orbs form spilling over in some childish fashion. It was understandable; she'd been the youngest of the four Cops and Robbers gathering. Still it scared her to death to t hink she’d never see Etsali, Zindel or Ephias again. It still sucked! She had been pulled away, vowing for it to be the last time she’d be too ‘little’ to help when it mattered the most. Add that to the fact her lusus still didn't believe she was ready to face the world on her own had her at her wits end regardless. Vos had lost track of Reemus. It had nearly been a whole day and nights cycle since last she saw him. Guilt pangs pulled at her pump biscuit, much like how she'd felt bad when Afryse had been angry with her. Regardless, she knew that it was best to keep heading north as that was where they were taking the mothergrub. No matter how much she looked, if she got lost then she'd be doomed with her luck of late. Her feet trudged in the bog, the sneakers giving a little squish here and there. Electricity crackled off her tiny form, angry and feeling like she'd done a horrible job keeping tabs on everything. Idly rubbing at one of her marked cheeks she dragged herself onward knowing now wasn't the time she could rest. Hunger dictated it was wise to hunt, but she just wanted to sit and think really...or try and keep looking for her missing companions. "I hope we are going the right way Mamaju.." Vos spoke as she walked alongside her guardian. The roarbeast nudged her daughter. It's better this way than what was behind us. She reminded the other. A sour look crossed the preteens face as she shrugged her shoulders and kept walking. "I guess." She responded tersely. After a moment she clicked her tongue in agitation, a stray spark of electricity rolling off her as she walked forward a few steps without saying much else to her lusus. Voscil had chosen not to go back to the empire, and the pair was already on edge given the situation. There was no need to bicker, she tried to stay positive and focus on the fact they weren’t dead. Anything truly was better than the face of Zindel looking angry and sad, or her frosty troll friend as they told him about their plans to stay with the rebels. Voscil wasn’t sure how to handle all this guilt; she’d never had to make choices like this before. It was beginning to make her feel like she was being backed into a wall with no way out. Gl!tch~. I figure they are village bound, but not there yet timeline wise! Sometime on like night three? I can always edit too if needed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 7:59 pm
After having a set goal with a small group of people sharing a common mission, completing it left Reemus feeling...aimless. He had signed up to help with the Mother Grub, or at least that was the only job left to him; but he hadn't been attached to the mission. He wasn't a part of the cause. So he lagged.
But fighting that drone? Decking something to protect others? That made him feel alive. Almost good, even, despite the fatigue and aches and pains and all. Then once the battle was over, the small team fell apart, each of them returning to whatever separate things that concerned them most. Everyone had their own priorities.
Reemus's was, if anything, to get somewhere. Out of this swamp, if possible. Maybe find someone who knew his name and would be happy to see him. He hated feeling so lost.
Woofmum kept up with him. She wasn't keen on a mutant leader; an abberation. Neither was Reemus. However, she wasn't intent on scolding him for trying to help a friend. Maybe, she figured, they still had a decent pack structure. That was more important than being part of the 'main' pack; as long as it all made sense to her, that's what mattered.
Reemus wasn't so sure. He continued on, quiet still. He just wanted to go home. He wanted it to be like the Chittentown debacle; fight through a waking nightmare, then get flop into his recuperacoon afterwards. Couldn't it be that simple? He even wondered it aloud.
Gillian yipped. I don't think it will be. If you leave a pack, they're not happy if you return to their territory.
"Don't do this to me now, Mum," he grumbled with an edge of a higher-pitched whine in his voice. He wanted to believe he had just ended up in a stressful event; not something bad.
Oh, my pup, if it wasn't so bad, we wouldn't be out here right now.
"Ugggghhhh." He let his face droop into his hands.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 2:20 pm
Voscil had been marching in mostly silence beside the squishing and churning noises of her steps in the mars. Vos could heard something out of place, noises coming from not far from where she was. She stopped, touching Mamaju's pelt as the girl crouched down low baring her teeth. Her lusus was injured already, and even without training she had brought along her weapons through all of this mess. Reaching back into her bag that also contained a few spare medical supplies in a kit, Vos rummaged for her weapons. Moving forward carefully, even as her lusus looked indignant at the idea of her troll protecting her Vos ignored the sound of protest as she cleared her throat. "Who's there! Show yourself" Vos growled, crackling with a few zaps in warning here and there to add to the demand. She got up, standing at the ready for whatever had made the sounds. If she'd been less frightened maybe she'd have tried to listen closer and make it out, but the sudden break in sound outside the sound of the swamp didn't encourage her to be calm. As it was, with the memories of the bog creatures gave her enough reason to be on guard.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 10:51 am
"What in the hell-" Considering his recent track record, noises like this meant trouble. Another drone? A royalist? But that voice was oh-so-familiar...
Reemus bumbled about in his shocked, near-offensive confustion until he caught sight of his friend. "Vos? Vos! Ey, i-it's just me! Don' need t' be throwin' bolts." He even unclenched his fists to hammer the point home. "What's got you so jumpy? N' why're you all alone?" He looked around, furrowing his brows. "Weren't there friends you ran off with 'r somethin'?" It was near impossible to keep an edge out of his voice when he asked that.
Back in the caves Vos had rushed off not long after the tunnels had closed. She went to a blueblood or something? He hadn't caught up with her since. That was a long, long time to be left alone, and considering the injuries he had taken for her...
Woofmum barked, recognizing Mamaju. She sniffed at the other lusus's injuries. She remembered when she had a hard time while keeping her kid alive. What a huge change in dynamic now that he was able to take care of himself!
Reemus noticed how Vos's lusus was doing, too. "Where the hell have you been?" he asked in a mix of building annoyance and fear considering he had no idea what she had been up to. She had her weapons out like some feral child, not looking too hot, like a complete opposite of when he was taking care of her.
But then she wouldn't be here at all if not for him. He swallowed at that thought.leon_a_darkangel Paging the Shame River Moses
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:54 pm
The feral look on the young trolls face evaporated gasping in surprise her guard relaxing instantly. Hastily shoving her weapons back where they'd come from into her bag, Vos looked apologetic as she faced the other troll. She took a step towards Reemus her eyes wide, a hand reaching out that trembled just a little bit. "I'm sorry Ree..I really screwed up huh? I shouldn't have left without you. And um..Mama had me leave the few trolls I was with a ways back. Some daywalkers rose out of the swamp. I'm just jumpy." Voscil tried her best to explain when he sounded more-so annoyed with her. It wasn't like she didn't care; she just was bad at delegating herself to one thing at a time and was always constantly rushing. Her hand dropped as she stopped a few inches form him. Looking up at him with uncertainty and concern. He was bandaged up and looked horrible...and it was her fault too. Both her lusus and Reemus had suffered to protect her, and how had she repaid him? By being a flighty jerk. Looking down she frowned, for a troll who based everything on appearance first, and personality second it was readily apparently things were rough. Her eyes flickered to Mamaju as Gillian sniffed at her. "A lot happened really fast..But she got hurt back in the caves. She's okay I think overall." She was rambling now, her account of the last few nights on the run were a jumbled mess but revealing none the less. She had nothing to hide from him after-all. As if to confirm despite her discomfort, Mamaju gave the wolf-like creature a nudge with her good shoulder, tail flicking. Her ears rolled, flicking as she scented the air smelling no sign of danger and relaxing. It was tiring keeping ones child safe most certainly! However parental love and the magic of nature kept her protective will strong. Voscil moved in for those last few inches, and carefully hugged him mindful of his wounds. She looked up as she rose up on her tip toes before opting not to crush him with her hold and started to let go. Sure she liked being the center of attention, but his well-being made her speak up again. "What about you? Are you okay? I have more bandages in my bag if you need." She offered biting down on her lower lip.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:46 pm
"Woulda been nice if ya hadn't," he mumbled, pouting almost. Wandering around a bog alone wasn't what he would call an exciting romp. How is anything fun if no one else is there to make it that way? Or even tolerable? "Who were ya even with?"
She was jumpy, he was tired. One of their lusii was hurt, but Reemus took Vos's word that Mamaju would be okay. And she had been with other trolls for a bit. Had she just left him for them, or were they separated and she needed to stick with someone? Wouldn't her being with trolls in general be better than being all alone out here in the middle of who knows where?
He continued to be sullen as she hugged him. That didn't stop him from hugging back, no, and he didn't want to let go, either. But it didn't feel as good as other hugs had. There was something missing, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It bugged him.
When she let go, he waved off her offer. "I'm as patched up as I think I'm gonna be, mate. Nothin' short of a miracle is gonna fix this shiner. Thanks, though." Reemus gave her a small, tired, but sincere smile for a moment.
But then he processed something that flew over his head before. "Back up a minute. There were daywalkers? But it's night. Those can't be out, it don' make no sense. That ain't...that's just gotta be wrong." Daywalkers were out during the day. It was in their name, for crying out loud! "If there's anythin' out there anyway, I'm keepin' an eye on you. No gettin' out of it."
Gillian boofed at Mamaju. They ran into each other so often they might as well be? Acquaintences? Or at least, something Woofmum was never inclined to growl at, even if the other lusus bumped her. However, Mamaju wasn't any sort of barkbeast or howlbeast, so the wolfy lusus was not sure how to properly communicate further.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:28 pm
When he didn't let go of her right away, or pull back Voscil clutched at the older troll pressing a little closer into the shelter of his taller frame. She was tired, and beyond stressed. Her eyes closed for a moment as she leaned into him sighing. "I'm sorry...I went ahead of the cart once we left Busthind and ended up wandering lost in the swamp when I went to look ahead." Vos explained. "Eventually I saw Afryse before we had to part ways I promised to see him again sometime." Her nose scrunched up thinking..wondering if that would even be possible anymore. "Um. Then Ephias found me, and we went back to visit with Etsali and Zindel..but he's on the other side of the fence too like Af." She added with a sad note. The psionic's brows furrowed tightly together at his dismissal of Daywalkers. No duh they normally came out during the day, any wiggler worth their weight knew that much. "I don't know Reemus. I know what we saw in the waters rising up...it was just like the underground but without the vines. They were just all slimey and moldy. They smelled soooo bad. I'm not making it up!" The yellowblood insisted looking back over her shoulder. Vos made a motion of groaning, and making a weird face to try and imitate what she'd seen. "Mama got really angry and ran off with me..I had wanted to help." Her shoulders sagged as she looked down briefly. "And here I am now with you!" Her tone picked up, indicating she was actually glad to see him and for neither of them to be alone. Voscil felt like the worst friend in the entire planet, she wasn't going to leave him even if it was slow goings they'd go together. She didn't keep digging him for information; he’d dismissed her helping treat him. Yet her expression was still ridden with concern for one of her closets’ friends. Mamaju couldn't communicate further with the other lusii either, but the sentiment was there as they shared each other’s company. Much like how the feline was fond of Wolly, she didn't hiss at Woofmum anymore and considered her to be an alley of sorts. A rumbled low roar of approval added as the two trolls spoke to work out their difference. Taking a small step back Voscil rubbed the back of her neck, looking up into his eyes with a seriousness that was unlike her usual exuberant one. "Do you plan to keep helpin' these people?" Her blurted question came unexpectedly. "I'm going to. I want to keep helping but..." Her unasked question of what about you was there as she looked directly at him, and him alone. In truth she was afraid of what her yellowblood would have to say. Vos eyes searched the others sullen expression, wishing she could somehow make him smile; the one he'd given her had been fleeting.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 1:51 pm
The yellowblood stood passive as she talked about some Afryse. The name didn't ring a bell, but the others did. Etsali was familiar, although barely by now. How long had it been since he had seen most of the trolls from the drought time? And Ephias was...? A name he recognized, but couldn't put a face to it. Zindel, however, made him reflexively wrinkle his nose a little. That kid rubbed him the wrong way, with his attitude and how the redblood had looked at him, long ago as it was.
But there wasn't time to dwell on that; Vos had moved on to the sides her friends were on. Zindel was a royalist. Yes, that made sense. And Voscil was so morose about it... He frowned. It was all his fault. He didn't want to share Voscil with someone he didn't like, but he didn't want her sad. Reemus whimpered a little as he thought about it.
And now she was mad at him; he tried to be logical, and that wasn't what she needed him to do. "Okay, okay, okay. If yer mum was upset, n' there was definitely somethin' out there, then okay." He didn't want to believe there was more weird stuff out there. The rainbowdrinker jadeblood had been enough, thanks. Maybe they were just swampy drones? He had dealt with one. Yeah, yeah, that was probably it.
But her friends could be in danger either way. He could try to go back and help...but...Voscil was here. With him. He didn't want to ruin that. And if he was fighting age, they should be, too... It would be fine. Yeah.
There was just so much going on. He looked at her the best he could with his impeded sight while she explained her plans. Even without his sweater, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Couldn't they at least find something to sit on so he could process all this?
"Vos, I..." He rubbed his hands together, fidgeted, couldn't make eye contact anymore, sighed, and eventually shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'm glad yer okay and yer here in one piece and we're both alive. But I didn't want this. I didn't wanna have to choose this or that or anythin'. I jus' wanna go home and wake up n' find out it never happened. I don't wanna know 'Thene is a rebel, n' I don't wanna have to feel like this 'r look like this 'r..." He remembered Nictor's comment about how he looked scary. He grit his teeth and tried to reel it in. "I don' wanna deal with knowin' I dragged you here n' yer my responsibility cuz I'm the reason yer not on the same side as yer other friends no more. 'N if you help the radicals, I dunno if you can see yer friends again. An' it's all because a' me! Do you still wanna do this even though...knowin' that...you might be able t' go back. You were confused n' it was all me. You could just blame me like ya should n' get back to yer life.
But I dunno if I can go back. I did things, n' they'll recognize me. I should know better, but I fought a commandin' officer. The trolls here seem okay, but I just...I dunno. You saw the leader. That ain't right. Like daywalkers at night. It ain't right! They've done a lot a' bad things...
So I dunno. I dunno. I care about 'Thene and I really care about you, Vos, but this is a lot. But I dunno if I can go back without bad things happenin' to me whether I want it or not. Bad things happen to bad people, and I did bad things." He sagged a bit. That was the fact of the matter. No matter what he did now, it didn't change what had gone down. Reemus obviously hated it.
He sighed. Even thinking about it, he had to admit, "...But if I knew. If I could go back or somethin' to the physical before anythin' happened? N' be able to do somethin' different? What could I do other n' fight? I couldn't help try to kill 'Thene. I wish I coulda kept you out of it, but... Ugh!" He swerved around and slammed his fist into a tree out of frustration. As he ignored the numb pain in his knuckles, he leaned his head onto it.
"I just want a right answer," he said, miserable. "I wanna do the right thing, but I dunno what it is." He rolled to the side in a way so he could look at her again. "But I don't wanna lose you, either. You mean so much to me, Vos."
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