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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 4:47 pm
It was a good thing Sarcel was observant of sincerity, even though she did fall into the crowd at times and take things the wrong way. Not today, though! She was in a decent mood; more then that, even. Running was her favorite thing to do, and any night outside of her hive was bound to be an enjoyable one, for the most part (Implying she wasn't heading to Sir's for training or whatever antics the blueblood had planned).
She might of laughed then too, thinking how scared she felt before. It was a bit silly, wasn't it? To be so skittish around others. Sure some might be malicious, knowing this hostile race it was a given, but of course she never would of known. Still, here she was, stupid smile plastered on her face like the rain on her skin and it felt wonderful.
Speaking of, she did enjoy the rain a great deal. Her lusus was less enthusiastic about the weather and the messes (namely the mud) that it brought, and while she didn't like the big torrents and sheets of rain so much, she did enjoy the peaceful drizzle. Things like this; it made everything much more enjoyable in her opinion, anyway.
And finally her thoughts circle back to the frogs. It was a shame they had lost that large plump one back there, and she wondered if it still might be around. It was definitely a good catch, anyway, but then any frog was a great catch all in itself. Her absentminded musing were torn away from each other when Zeffer began to speak up again, large dark eyes drifting from their starting point back over to the much taller blueblood, staring up at his jazzed up demeanor. It definitely was interesting to see another troll with so much gusto. Maybe even a bit refreshing, given everyone was raised with the object of war in the back of their minds.
Especially for a blueblood. Weren't members of her caste supposed to be violent nobles? That must make the both of them anomalies, in a sense.
Needless to say, she nods at his suggestion. It's slightly halfhearted; perhaps she isn't completely in tune with this whole social business yet-- in fact, she's not, but agreeing is a step in the right direction, isn't it? It would probably do the blueblood some good to get out more. Less time spent inside was for the better, after all. Even though it did provide a safe refuge from the outside world, it did a number on her health and well being.
But then she finally has to turn away from body language and nods and actually speak again. Slightly apprehensive but not discouraged, she does nod again, "Y-Yeah, I live in t-the city..." she takes a moment to pause and look over at the NHC skyline, squinting to try and maybe spot her hive clustered on the side of one of the high-rises, but to no avail. They all looked the same after a point. Shrugging, it's a slow turn back to face the other blueblood, but she finally does, "F-F-Four fronds is k-kinda far though." she notes rhetorically, more or less saying a thought aloud rather then posing another topic on the other troll. She looks puzzled for a moment, but lightens up again. It was funny to imagine such a little hellion running amok the hives of affluent highbloods and the like on the waters edge. She could only wonder what kind of crazy antics and mischief he managed to get himself into on a night to night basis.
But he did mention another thing; the weather. So he enjoyed the weather, did he? She was far less inclined to make a voyage to Four Fronds (especially given what happened every other time she ventured there), also considering the fact she forced herself to make frequent trips to Busthind. But maybe if a storm rolled in, she could catch the crazy blueblood again sometime. That'd be something, huh? Especially since he mentioned he visited a lot...
"S-So what ar-are you, th-then? L-Like... a s-storm chaser?" it was an interesting concept sure, fun maybe too. But did he go after the incredibly violent storms too? She wouldn't be able to deal with that, but then, she couldn't deal with a lot of stuff.
But that was why she would just have to take things one step at a time.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 10:38 pm
A smile certainly suited her better than the uncertain sadness that usually graced her features. Zeffer was grinning just as stupidly as she was, and for some reason he really liked it when he could get anyone around him to crack a grin, even he'd done so indirectly. It was really hard to do sometimes, considering how nasty some trolls could be (sometimes it was downright impossible), but that only made it all the more excellent when it happened. He smirked as she nodded at his suggestion, and then laughed again at the thought. Part of him knew that someone like her might be a little hesitant to do some of the things he enjoyed doing...maybe most of the things. But with a little encouragement, perhaps, who knew? Maybe they just had to unlock her wild side. He was sure hanging out with that nasty military guy probably didn't help matters much.
"Thought so. That's cool, I love the city. Always somethin' goin' on in the city." He sighed somewhat wistfully, rocking on his heels as if he were thinking back on something. Whatever it was, he didn't mention it, instead reaching up to slick the hair back away from his face. The water was making his mohawk flop down into his face like it usually did, so he tried to slick it back against his head. He looked over toward the city when she did, admiring the little lights twinkling off in the distance.
"It is pretty far, but that's no big deal, right? If you take an airship it only takes a while to get there. Man, you should come visit sometime. There's all kinds of fun to find out there...as hard as that is to believe." His grin took on a more sinister glint as he mentioned all that horrific fun, and he gave a low chuckle, teeth showing as he bared them at the thought alone. Yeah, a lot of the games he liked to play were less innocent than anyone might assume. With all the tight-assed highbloods around, he'd gotten a lot more creative with pranks and mischief.
He was pulled from his thoughts of nastiness by her question, which perked him right up. He laughed, and nodded vigorously, 'hawk shaking and sending droplets of water every which way. "Hell yeah! I love that s**t...y'know what's a bummer though, I haven't been able to find any really bad ones lately. Boring. I got to catch a hurricane down in Old Hemisect earlier this year, but there hasn't been much since." he huffed softly.
"The closest thing has been rain...but the weather up on Busthind can be kinda interesting too..." he mused, glancing down curiously to see what sort of a response that would garner. Just how well did she know that guy, anyway?
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 7:14 pm
In all honesty however, there was something strangely doubtful about the fact that the meek blueblood could have a 'wild side'; always more reserved, only not quite-- nervous and twitching, moving about constantly. Yes, it would be wrong to assume she was reserved, but at least the girl was subservent, even if such a quality was better suited for warmer hues; regardless of the fact, such a petite little thing such as herself-- thin and lithe and all too fragile looking for someone of a war dominating race... why, it would be something almost of a joke to assume the girl could really have an untamed attitude hidden under her subordinate composure.
Of course, given the circumstances tonight; the race and the introduction and all, the meek little blueblood seemed to be not so meek for once; yes, she stood a little taller, broadcasting a little more of a respectable message; of course, the smile added so much as well, but that was something that did not deserve too much elaboration.
But who knows? Perhaps there was a little more to the antisocial girl. Perhaps there was something much more; perhaps something crucial. Cowards didn't last long on Alternia, after all, so how had she come to be? Maybe there was a tiny bit more than meets the eye. Maybe she was just inherently lucky. As it were, neither the little blueblooded girl nor her blueblooded counterpart would ever know the real truth. If anything, it was probably a mix of the trusty dice roll and the raw ever present instinct that kept the little girl going. Maybe it was more than that, or maybe not. No one would know, because no one would really care.
Well, that wasn't necessarily true, but it didn't matter either way. The short little blueblood listened to the much taller boy speak, going on about the Fronds and what not, hanging off of his words because that was what she did best, she listened. Rarely did she do the talking, if only because she hated the fast that her voice wavered and stuttered-- talking for her was a chore. She didn't like speaking, but it was necessary; 'course, she'd rather sit around and listen for the rest of her days, because that was easier. She knew no one would point out the stutter because of her vivid blue blood, but she knew they would only judge her even more because of that. They would judge her because of the fact she was such a high caste, and yet fell so short of the mark on everything that was expected of her.
However, that was one of the reasons she stuck with that blueblood on the mountain. No one else agreed with the methods, but hey, it would take tactics that harsh to fix her, after all.
"...but the weather up on Busthind can be kinda interesting too..."
So much for listening so very 'intently' there. The girl snaps back to present times, not realizing that she's been simply staring with a glazed over expression while the other one went on about storms and whatever his interests were; of course the second he mentions Busthind does Sarcel react. Oh yeah, she knows quite a bit about Busthind, quite a bit.
"I-It's cold," is her quiet, completely obvious remark; not that she minded the cold, per say, but it was difficult to deal with when she didn't have the right sort of gear for such snowy weather. Absentminded tugging at the bottom of her shirt, just a nervous tic, "I-I-I mean, th-the snow is neat..."
"A-At least, it-it doesn't really w-well... s-snow much an-anywhere else." she said with an affirmative nod, crossing her arms loosely as she nudged her feet together, trying to maintain eye contact (Which was, easier to do for once). "B-But it's nice! I-I...I do there o-often..."
Even though she wasn't ever really going to enjoy the weather. There was a time when it was a place of solace to clear her thoughts; the snow was very good at absorbing sound and deafening the atmosphere, after all. Crunch crunch; the sounds of shoes in snow, that was the only sound around for miles. Sometimes she wished she was strong enough to climb the entire mountain; she'd only tried once or twice before chickening out. Someday she would, when she was stronger. That day was far off still, but at least she could see it now. It was a nice realization, a nice feeling. Something wasn't so far off anymore.
She didn't have much to say in response to the Fronds; it was full of a bunch of rich highbloods, and neither of those words meshed well with Sarcel here. Then again, if there were trolls like Zeffer... maybe not everyone was such a pretentious arrogant b*****d? She wouldn't know, and part of her didn't really want to find out either. She shrugs; maybe she'd visit sometime, or maybe not.
Sarcel's thoughts always trailed back to Busthind though. Sort of ironic that Zeffer was almost a direct antithesis of the Sir she knew; they both had mohawks, both had boots, both were tall in stature, and yet one strove for adherence to the law and the other was a wild hellion. It was kind of funny that way; but what sort of business did Zeffer have in the mountains? Storm chaser... but snowstorms weren't really as amazing as the watery-wet kind of maelstroms.
Humoring the thought, she wondered if Zeffer and Sir had ever met face to face. Sir did enjoy attacking those that trespassed on his mountain, especially those of the blueblooded variety; those posed a Challenger and a threat, after all; well, as much of a threat as they could be for the wartorn menace.
Her eyes have a new sparkle to them; one of curiosity. She wouldn't dare ask, but she could press lightly, "H-How often do you g-go up the-there, huh?"
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