Keionx did not mind the condition of the whiteboard so much, though she felt a little sorry for Milieu to have to write on it as damaged as it was. She felt a little sorrier for herself, though, and the selfishness made her feel worse, if possible, than she already did.
She took her time reading the message Milieu had written, biting the inside of her cheek to hold back the surge of feelings. Even though Milieu's injuries and Odette's uncertain fate had been her fault, Milieu still cared. How? Why? Keionx was confused, not because she had a cynical view of other trolls – on the contrary, she still believed that there was good in everybody and the world. Beastdad had made sure she saw that, and she knew it was still true. She just wasn't sure about herself.
In the end, though, she could not sit there stoically and say nothing. She could not hold back her feelings. They were too powerful and unfamiliar for her to manage. Despite her efforts and her assertion that she had no more tears, a few strays – likely enlivened by the gifts of water they were given – beaded at the corners of her eyes.
”No I'm not...” she blurted, ”I'm not a hero.” she broke down into sobs again, her crying making her even more upset as it continued. Beastdad had never told her not to cry – emotions were what made a hero a hero instead of a soldier – but not like this, not out of self-pity or weakness. She wasn't supposed to cry like this.
But Milieu had said it was okay, and Beastdad wasn't here.. so there it was and Keionx didn't think she could stop it. ”I couldn't protect everybody. Anybody.” The words felt alien coming out of her mouth, unadorned as they were. ”A hero is s'posed to be there for others but... but I wasn't.” But words they were, and they tumbled out as the raw feelings refused to be restrained. ”And thou... you and Odette...” her voice caught as her gaze fell to one of Milieu's injuries, where the villain's roots had stabbed her with glass. ”Got hurt. Because of me.” she looked away, and would likely have drawn away too. ”I'm not a hero.” she said again, bitterly. The taste of her words, normal as they were, were metallic and unfamiliar on her tongue, and she hated their normalcy, but she could not bring herself to use the strange accent she had all but invented for herself. That accent spoke of boldness and confidence and the sort of incredible trolls spoken of in tales of old, the ones she'd been taught to emulate. It did not speak of stupid little trolls who rush in and get their friends hurt while failing to do anything worthwhile in exchange. She didn't deserve to speak that way. She didn't know what she deserved. She didn't know what she was.
Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 7:15 pm
[ Sinter had never run so fast in his entire life. The last clear sight he had of the caverns was of that jadeblood strung together with plant life. He thought he’d seen Lophie too, but as soon as the herd of lusii had shambled into the room, everything had lit up in flames. Sinter had found himself on the outskirts of the action, caught between a rock and a hot place. He was effectively pinned away from the central action.
Sinter honestly, deeply wanted to believe that if he’d been on the other side of the flames that he would have fought. He would have helped. He’d have saved Lophie and charged into battle against the phyto-zombie hoards. He’d have fought side-by-side with Tamiya and returned the favor he owed Reemus.
At the pit of his heart, however, Sinter knew that would have never been the case. Sinter was a coward. He wasn’t prepared for any of what happened and he choked. If anything, the fire did him a favor. It gave him an excuse. It hid his presence from the shadowdroppers and his shame from his companions, but Sinter knew better. If he’d known things would turn out this way, he never would have climbed down that ladder in the first place. He’d have sooner moved in with Tamiya.
Sinter didn’t know he’d reached the entrance until he’d run full-force into the ladder. He bounced off flimsily, only to immediately resume his climb. Sinter appeared to be fleeing from the impending rush of water, but that was hardly what was driving him. If there was anything to run away from, it was himself. His lusus was back there. His moirail was back there. However, unlike Sinter, they were strong. He had no doubts that they had survived—triumphed even. He’d go home and Lophie would be in the barn and Tamiya would be at his table, or perhaps in his ablutionblock touching up her makeup while her noxious tea boiled on the stove. Everything would be fine.
No thanks to him.
The cool night air was sharp against Sinter’s hot, sticky face as he emerged from the shaft. Granules of sand clung to the humidity coating his body. He felt impossibly heavy and weightless all at once as his adrenaline left him and he was bodily pulled from the ladder by trolls circling the entrance to the caverns. Sinter’s hazy mind believed the crowd was there to punish him for his failings, but instead, the shouts were in adulation. The jadeblood had been killed. The plants were destroyed. The water was flowing. Sinter sobbed dryly in what appeared to be relief as he was hefted to his feet. Strange trolls cheered for him and others, propping him up and brushing what sand and algae they could from his clothes. As far as they knew, Sinter was a hero. Sinter wanted to scream, but once again found himself overwhelmed into silence.
Somehow Sinter found himself led back into town. The streets were hardly recognizable with all of the festivities. Music blared from every street corner and opportunistic street vendors had set up shop on the main drag with food to accompany the surge of drinks.
Sinter looked down at the bottle of water he’d been handed along the way. He turned the plastic container over in his hands and watched the water swish around. It hardly seemed to be the same substance from back in the caves—grimy with mud and algae and blood. Sinter grimaced and swallowed the memory. He saw a man die that night. He wasn’t sure if he’d even been alive in the first place.
Was that what Sinter wanted? To have had a bigger part in killing that man? Would he be feeling better now if he’d been the one to deal the final blow? To have held him down so someone else could strike? Sinter found it unfair that he was to be filled with so many regrets if he couldn’t even come up with a more desirable alternative.
Sinter finally settled on holding the bottle of water up against his forehead. After several exhales Sinter felt his nerves untangle. The cool, smooth texture brought thoughts of Tamiya to the forefront of Sinter’s mind. Tamiya, for all her neurosis, had a much better handle on dire situations than Sinter. Sinter could absently listen to Tamiya proselytize, or plan her schedule, or make sure she ate a balanced diet. When it came to the big things, however… Hell, Sinter couldn’t even be there for Tamiya when he was literally, physically there for her. It wasn’t even the first time, either. Sinter recounted the conflict with the thugs outside the Fluid Redistribution Station. Lophie and Tamiya had both handled the attackers while Sinter stood around and fretted. Sinter didn’t deserve either of them.
Sinter meandered down the street, avoiding the celebrating townsfolk the best he could. He wasn’t ready to go home just yet, especially if Tamiya had beaten him there. She had the key anyway. Even then, his hive wasn’t particularly secure. An otherwise poor lowblood with a large lusus and clown moirail was more effective than most locks. Sinter sighed and took a swig of his water.
He was thirstier than he’d realized and downed the rest of the bottle. He came to a stop at the street corner and reoriented himself with the street signs. Tamiya and Lophie needed Sinter to try harder. Hell, Sinter needed Sinter to try harder if he was going to live with himself. He’d ******** up bad this evening, and it took every ounce of Sinter’s logical thinking to keep himself from further catastrophizing. He couldn’t stop the people of Chittentown from lumping him in with the volunteers who’d actually helped, but the least he could do would be to apologize to Tamiya. He’d even allow her to rope him into whatever sort of penance ritual she saw fit. He owed her that much. It would probably give them both peace of mind.
Lophie… There wasn’t much Sinter could do for Lophie. As much as he loved his lusus, he had to admit she was a simple creature with simple wants and needs. He’d give her less to worry about. He’d learn how to defend himself. He’d learn how to fight.
Sinter clutched the empty water bottle in his hand until it crinkled. He still didn’t want to kill anybody—even that crazy jadeblood. If the situation arose again, however, Sinter would make sure that whatever choice he made, it would be on his own terms. ]
Was this what they were working for? A future where children broke down, huddled and dirty against the body of an older teen? This wasn't the reality that Milieu wanted to bring about. Safety. Happiness. Comfort. All things came at a struggle. It was just unreal and painful to allow children to join into the fighting. This was the result: A little broken heart. Milieu felt her own tears roll, and nuzzled them off against her shoulder before taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
When Keionx seemed to calm a little, Milieu began to write. It was going to be a long message. She wrote as quickly as she could, which was rather quick given how used she was to writing.
| Odette and I protected you because, even if you're a hero, we want to make sure you're safe! If a hero is always alone, and not getting help from others, are they really a hero? Kei you showed so much bravery and strength back there. You did so much for everyone.
Odette is missing, but she's tough. She's a lowblood after all. If anything, I have a feeling someone must have rescued her before us. So while it hurts, hurts so bad to not know where Odette is, there is nothing we can do at the moment. But to be sure, it wasn't your fault that Odette is missing, or any of us are hurt.
While we fought the... That monster you freed lusi with the other children. Don't you know how helpful that was?
Even if you're not the hero you always envisioned yourself to be, you are still a hero.|
Milieu picked up her pen and drew a heart on Kei's shirt before poking it gently.
| Right in there. That defines you as a hero. And you can keep growing, getting stronger, and moving forward. If you let your failures define you... You'll never go forward Kei. That's not living. So for all of us, for Odette, please chin up! We're here for you. Friends. Heroes.
Okay?|
Milieu felt so long winded. A couple tears clung to her lids as she smiled fondly at the girl. She barely knew the girl, but she was somehow proud of her.
DraconicFeline
quite uneventful
Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 9:31 pm
Magician Arcana
quite uneventful
It was fascinating to watch Milieu write. Zariah wrote, sure, and it was neat to watch him too, but with Mili it was as though there was an uninterrupted stream of meaning from her mind to her hand, and it danced on the dirty board in teal ink. She could almost imagine the teen's nonexistant voice – clear and smooth and melodic, could almost hear it. She wanted to respond to it, as if it was an actual conversation, but she also knew that – although she could imagine a voice – the conversation was on paper. She could no more argue at the parts of it than she could with one of the stories of heroism and valor that Beastdad had instilled into her from the moment she could listen to him.
I did something she admitted to herself, as the words revealed themselves on the whiteboard, I didn't do enough, though. She had freed lusii, but she hadn't freed enough lusii. She had helped, but she hadn't helped enough and Odette... Odette...
She grasped at the strand of hope. She hadn't even thought that Odette might have been taken out of there or rescued. ”She... she wasn't there when we left!” Keionx realized aloud, gripping the edge of the step she sat on, leaning in to look at the writing more closely. ”Her arm! I didn't see it when we went back! I noticed I didn't see it!” she looked up her eyes wide and hopeful, ”So...”
So there is hope...
For her. For Odette.
That's something... So maybe theres hope for me too?
She wasn't so sure, but hope was something – something good - and that something wasn't going away. It stuck like a burr to the inside of her chest, and she clung to it like a climbing piton in a rock wall. She looked down at the heart drawn on her chest, thinking about it for a long moment.
How helpful was I really? she wondered, How helpful was I those other times? How helpful was I when I brought the water? When I built those forts?
Was it enough?
”If... I'm not the person I thought I was... then I don't know what's in there.” she said, finally, carefully, a little awkwardly, looking up at Milieu. Something had come back to her gaze. Hope? Determination? Strength? It was hard to tell...
Vremea decided to kind of... ignore the balloon wearing troll-- actually, a secret part inside of her wished those balloons would make the troll fly away, far away. The rebel movement wasn't trying to hurt anyone, they were trying to help them gain a voice, but of course-- of course, they didn't care. They saw it as a thorn in the society... The thought made her blink away tears, finally realizing how hated and serious the movement was and that their lives were on the line. The last few battles had been flukes-- the fact that she lived and wasn't captured... that-- that was something to be thankful for.
Watching the glasses wearing troll lean over slightly and talk to her, Vremea listened a little more intently-- Busthind... plead... cull. She felt her blood run cold, listening to her next words, wanting to slap the troll right then and there but holding it in, breathing a little deeper-- but Vremea couldn't manage to hide the flush of anger that slid onto her face when she heard the trolls words. Opportunists?! She would've totally yelled at her for that, but didn't quite know what the mission had been, so she stood her ground and watched the troll infront of her. "Older, hm... How high in Busthind? I am sure it is be somewhere hard to travel to... They must have it rough. But again, they deserve it." Vremea felt older, more mature. Ever since she finished it the War... She only wished she looked the part. With a hesitant glance to her friends, Vremea watched the tealblood comfort the little one and felt her pump buiscuit squeeze slightly. Why... why couldn't she be over there? After they responded her question, the yellowblood gave each of the trolls there a small smile, Vremea thanked Glasses(and Balloons, to some extent), moving back to her friends, feeling extremely sad for having left them alone but glad she could finally return.
Except... she couldn't talk to her infront of Kei. Or... Maybe... Sending Milieu an urgent expression, unseen by Keionx, hoping that conveyed that they needed to talk-- privately, she patted the younger orangeblood's shoulder, expression changing to a tender, softer version of the previous one. "Keionx. No one will ever become the troll one initially thought we would be. It will take us a while before we can figure out a semi-concrete guess, and even then, it is just a guess. You are what you define and push yourself to be, Keionx. No one else decides that for you. Not even Beastdad." Petting her hair lightly, the yellowblood continued... "Heroes have protect others at times. Heroes have to be protected sometimes. It is how we grow and learn. It is how we mature." Vremea explained, shuffling over to a seat next to Milieu and lightly tapping Morse code on her arm:
After sending her message, Vremea couldn't help but let her mind wander back to Keionx. She had a brother... Zariah, another rebel like herself. She hadn't seen the younger female in the War, and was secretly glad she hadn't-- that could've scarred her, if she was... wait... was the younger female a rebel? And since her brother was one... didn't that mean he was also among them, captured? With... with her lusus...
Oh no... This only strengthened her determination. She was going to go... with or without Milieu... With or without Odette.
DraconicFeline
Magician Arcana
Hivestuck
Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 2:58 pm
There it was. No longer miserable or detected a certain fire and flame was back in Kei's eyes. Milieu felt warmed by the sight. It was marvelous. Wiping off the board, she responded as best she could.
| In time, you'll know what's in there. You have to make it yourself. |
Vremea returned and sat near them. There was something warming about the older teen's presense. Milieu felt her cheeks warm slightly, and tried her best to push it aside. It was the relief that they were alive mixed with her crush that was pouding away at her resolve to remain motionless. In actuality, she wanted to hold Vremea and tell her the truth. Not yet. Not now. Focus on Kei.
Well, to make matters worse, Vremea gave Keionx wonderful advice and now Milieu's pump biscuit was racing. Goodness gracious. The last thing Milieu expected to be was touched by her crush. A tingle of electricity ran up her arm....
Until she realized that the touches were morse. Rebels caught on Busthind. Oh no. Oh no no no no. Lunear, Zariah, Keionx's brother and beastdad... God, who else? Probably plenty more they knew of, have been snapped up. This was not good at all. Milieu wanted to go and so looked to Vremea and nodded subtly.
Taking back the whiteboard, Milieu erased the message and wrote a new one in it's place
| Kei, why don't we go back to Vremea's? You can take a nice long bath, relax, maybe take a nap while you wait. There's a white tiger lusus caught in the mountain, and people are needed to help free it. Normally you could come, but with Odette missing, we need someone to stay at the house. The first thing Odette will do is go to Vremea's and tell her that she's all right. They're moirails, after all. Can you stay and be our messenger? Rest, think a little, and wait for Odette. That would be a terrific help. |
Hell. They were clawing their way back from hell, forever changed by the events that transpired below: hearts heavier from the burden of knowing loss, minds shaken from the edge of despair, and spirits numb from the taste of a victory that was barely won. And yet his team had not even seen the worst of it. That privilege went to those who they had buried beneath the waves, the ones who had their will ripped from them in undeath. In comparison, Ephias and his companions had walked away untouched. Not only were they alive, they still had their limbs, their sanity, and their guardians, worn and run-down they may be. That was more than others could claim.
He grit his teeth as he pulled himself over a craggy rockface and onto the ledge above. Though he had only been in the caves for a couple of days, it felt longer. And in a way, maybe it was. While his team-mates had dozed-off with their sopor patches during the day, he had remained awake, left to deal with his conscience in the oppressive gloom... and silence. Every night doubled back on itself and blurred into the next. Without the sun or moon to mark the hour, time had lost its meaning. There was only darkness and the terrible things that waited behind the veil of shadows: the mist, the plants, the shadowdroppers, the jadeblood. To escape seemed impossible. Yet they pressed on. On through the dark for eternity.
As he helped to pull Zindel over the top of the ledge, he heard a voice call out behind him. Voscil had gone further up the passage. Once Zindel was on his feet, Ephias turned. Up ahead he could see Voscil waving them over, her small form a silhouette against a pale glow. He squinted, hardly able to believe it. Then his eyes widened. Moonlight. They had found moonlight.
Beside Ephias, Wolly lifted his ears and flared his nostrils. With his poor vision he might not have been able to detect the dim light, but he could hear smell the world outside. Even in his weakened state there was no stopping him. He plodded forward, each step weak but with growing determination. Ephias lay a hand on his back to catch him should he stumble. Up ahead, Voscil had disappeared but there was no mistaking the path. The light grew brighter. Colours painted the walls. A breeze swept across his face. The sound of voices filled the air. Then, suddenly, as he stepped out into night there was the sky.
God. He had forgotten how beautiful the stars were.
Gazing up into the cosmos, Ephias' face relaxed and the tension in his neck and shoulders faded. He cracked a smile. He could not explain it, but as the moonlight washed over him he felt his worries crumble away. The dark thoughts that so often haunted his mind were gone and for a moment, he experienced clarity: the drought, the flood, the jadeblood, the mother grub, the hemospectrum, the rebellion, the empire, Alternia, and worlds beyond. Everything was connected and everything had meaning but nothing was the end-all. The clockwork of the universe kept turning on into forever. The vision faded, but the feeling it had instilled in him remained. There was no reason behind it; it was just simple, unrefined joy.
Ephias suddenly noticed the cheering crowd surrounding the cavern entrance. He got the impression that as soon as he climbed that ladder they were going to mob him. Perhaps not though. Securing his lusus to the pulley and harness—Wolly was bleating eagerly, impatient to reach the surface—Ephias began to ascend. He had scarcely reached the top, when hands grabbed under his wrists and shoulders, pulling him upwards. Before he could so much as politely rescind their generous but unnecessary actions, he was lifted over the trolls' shoulders and carried off through the crowds.
There were no words to describe how uncomfortable he was. Even Wolly seemed to be a bit put-out. Ephias suspected that the sheep wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. He could sympathise. Somehow though, either through shock or sheer exhaustion, the duo managed to bear the well-intentioned treatment without complaint. Not that the crowd would have noticed or cared anyway.
When at last Ephias was returned to the ground he made his way over to Wolly, who was munching on the wreath of flowers that had been placed around his neck. Ephias looked the flora over once to confirm that nothing was poisonous and once he was satisfied he gave Wolly his own wreath. It quickly disappeared into the sheep's gullet.
“I know that you w-want to go home,” Ephias said, “but let's find Etsali and the others first. I want to...” His voice trailed off. He was not sure what he wanted to do, but he could not just leave them. Not after everything they had been through together. While Ephias struggled to find the words, Wolly finished his snack and stared at the redblood knowingly. Ephias met his gaze. A moment passed, and then the lusus trotted off into the crowd, slightly limping. Ephias followed.
They had been weaving their way through the revellers for several minutes when Ephias spotted a familiar face. It was the tealblood—what was her name again? He thought back to the whiteboard, trying to picture the words. It came back to him in a flash. Milieu. That was it. “Wolly, wait!” Ephias called to the sheep who was still ploughing through the crowd. “This way!” Navigating around a peculiar trio of trolls, Ephias approached the tealblood. With her was a yellowblood and...
“Keionx?” Ephias asked. She looked terrible; water-logged clothes, bruises forming, and plants still entangled in her hair. Admittedly, Ephias did not look much better. His hair was even more dishevelled than usual and his wounds from the battle were only more apparent under the moonlight. That was of little importance though. Ephias was primarily concerned with how Keionx had come to be in such a ragged state. There seemed to be only one answer.
“You also...?” He should not have been surprised, he realised. Keionx lived for adventure. Of course she would have been involved somehow. He only wished that she had told him. But maybe that was impossible, considering how they had parted ways at the fluid redistribution centre. “...You brought water after all.” Ephias paused. There was a rift between them. “I should-shouldn't have doubted you.” He tried to smile.
KitsuneAura
Cops 'n Robbers
leon_a_darkangel
Cops 'n Robbers
quite uneventful
Cops 'n Robbers
DraconicFeline
Magician Arcana
Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 6:37 am
Katanari
"You brought the Water" razz "Yeah I guess I did." >.<
quite uneventful
Gonna have tea with a Yak
Magician Arcana
*hug*
No one else decides that for you. Not even Beastdad.
Keionx flinched inwardly. It was a scary thought, one she almost didn't want to believe, but since Vremea was usually so confident (to Keionx) and seemed to know everything... She was... probably right?
You are what you define and push yourself to be
Keionx had thought she knew what that was. Now she wasn't sure. But maybe, what Vremea was saying, was that that was okay? Keionx believed her, she did, she held onto most of what Vremea said to her, relevant or not, because Vremea was wise. Whether she understood it or not... Keionx didn't know. She was tired. She didn't know.
As Milieu had said, though. She had time. She had time... right? Maybe, from the way the battle had gone, from her part in it, she didn't have as much time as she had thought.
Keionx nodded. ”That sounds....” She thought for a moment. She wanted to go, she did. Everything she thought she was told her to go and help rescue this white tiger... for some reason? Why was a white tiger lusus so important? But it was important to Vremea and Milieu and Keionx believed in them and their priorities. And one of their priorities, one of the things they had told her, was that they needed her here.
”Good. That sounds good.” she said to Milli, gazing again down the road, perking up briefly at the sight of a hoofbeast's shining body... but no, it was just a hoofbeast, not Beastdad.
She looked away from the street. A bath sounded good. Something to eat sounded good. A nap sounded good. Actually, it all sounded good. Milieu made sense, and she knew that Vremea's lusus would want the company, and likely the newfound water – hopefully it would perk the horned beast up. Yakmom was not her lusus, but she was a nice lusus and she had been looking peaky when Kei had been to see her. Keionx was sure that she would welcome some water.
Besides, Beastdad knew where Vremea's house was – and Ephias' – so if he came to town he could easily find her there. ”All right.” she said. Standing up resolutely, ”I'll... stay and help... And if Odette...” Oh gog, IF, ”If she comes back, I'll let her know.”
She turned to go – prepared to go alone – when she saw Ephias. He was a startling sight, and not just because she had thought of him moments before. ”Ephias?!”
Deep red stained him. It shone from his bruised skin and flowed from a gash beneath his eye and his hands. It took her a moment to realize that he was injured.
Oh no... she thought, horrified. That meant he had been in the battle. That meant that the jadeblood and his plants and his horrors had hurt Ephias. That meant, therefore, that Ephias was another person she had failed to protect. Milieu's words had helped her, but she still felt like crap knowing that Ephias had been hurt, and she hadn't been there to help him.
Who else did I fail she wondered, bitterly and unbidden.
You brought the water after all.
Oh that was just too much. Keionx burst out laughing, bitter and mirthless and mixed with a few leftover sobs. Not many – Keionx was cried out. ”I guess I did.” she managed, shaking her head at the irony. She supposed she had. She wiped her eyes, shaking her head again at how her words had been twisted at her. She took in his injuries again. ”Not... not exactly how I pictured it.
At the sudden laughter, Ephias winced. He had thought to extract to laugh from her—boastful and boisterous—but not like that. Her laughter was borderline hysterical, fraught with pain. Furrowing his brows, Ephias studied the orangeblood. Aside from the bruises, the scrapes, and the tattered clothes, something was different. She was different. Her usual grin was absent and her proud demeanour vanquished. Most notably though, was the change in her voice.
“No,” Ephias admitted. “But you got to the heart of the problem. Um Keionx... you're talking strange.” Ephias tilted his head, a rare expression crossing his features as his brow knit and mouth tightened into a frown. Keionx had gotten into fights before. Ephias had seen first-hand the orangeblood leap into an angry mob and later return undisturbed. For her to be this rattled by the fight with the jadeblood was strange. Something else must have happened.
A small static shock in his arm told him that Wolly had wandered up beside him. He was eager to get going. He did however bleat softly in greeting to Keionx. Ephias did not move, keep his gaze locked on the other troll. “Are you all right?”
DraconicFeline
Let it never be said that Ephias has tact. Short post. Hope that's okay!
Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 5:28 pm
At first, the whole passing out thing was a great result! But, inevitably, there were the dreams. The good old trollian dreams. Sopor slime was used for a reason, and Reemus was about to be reminded why. It started out kind of benign. He was among people, familiar faces. Waking up, he wouldn't know what they were doing or why they were there. But that didn't matter for long, since as Reemus perused the crowd, something went...amiss. The friendly faces looked less familiar as time went on, drooping longer and longer, with the skin starting to sink in. Before he knew it, they were thin, dried up husks, mouths open as if screaming in silence, and eyes hollowed out and empty. It was death. All death. And yet, even frozen in terror, they seemed to twitch a little. Something was still in there. And, slowly, slowly, green vines poked through those sockets, revealing green buds. Those buds soon flowered, and every body around him was another plant creature. Just more monsters.
As if that wasn't enough, instead of running, Reemus chose that moment to put a hand to his face, and feel up his own eyelid, only to find petals ringing a flower head. He would've screamed if a vine wasn't choking-
Reemus's face scrunched up as something was poking at him. "W...wuh?" As spooked as he was, the kid was still drowsy. Reemus looked up at Vos with bags still under his eyes, and a face drained a little of his livelihood. "Oh. Mate. You got out okay, good on ya." And you still have your eyes. He pushed himself up to a sitting position. "Is everyone else...?" He scanned the crowds for other trolls he knew.
The mustardblood squinted. For a second there...was that? But then someone moved in the way. No probably not.
Vos's eating and mentions of it turned his attention to the ration pile Gillian was keeping for him. Food...seemed...nice. And that was his last thought before jumping at it, and basically literally tearing into anything he could and shoving any and all foodstuffs down his gullet. With breaks to chug water, of course.
leon_a_darkangel
seekingCylem
Sinter was the troll Reemus caught a glance of before he could register who it was exactly. I'M NOT SURE IF YOU WANT TO ENGAGE OR IF IT'S TOO LATE IN THE GAME but if not I am TOTALLY DOWN with Reemus getting a shot to cling to his leg :U
Voscil watched with a sort of curious fascination when he finally did wake up. She wasn't sure what the look on the musterbloods face was, or that he'd horrible dreams. Instead she just waved in greeting briefly. "Hi again!" She responded grinning at him a bit when he stuttered a wut out at her. Of course he was tired, she felt exhausted herself, even with what tiny amounts of patched sopor slime sleep she'd gotten along the way. Tilting her head slightly when he looked around, and asked his half formed question Voscil wondered what was running through his thinkpan. What was he even looking for anyway?
Swallowing a particular large bite, she nodded at him, not actually having a single clue what he was talking about and just assuming he meant others having escaped. "Yup! I saw a buncha trolls and their lusii make it out’s pretty awesome." She yawned rubbing at one of her eyes repeatedly trying to clear the fog. It wasn’t helping.
"Ugggh so lame I just want a soper filled recupracoon!" Vos groaned finally done eating as she leaned back one of the few moments in her sweeps of life she remembered wanting to just pass out. She even had good company, and MamaJu had come a bit closer before relaxing within arm’s reach.
Whatever. After rest and some down time everything would be better. "Hey Reemus, I can go find some patches or do you wanna go find a place to crash and reconvene later after we both get some rest?" She asked him in a muttered response covering her mouth in another particularly loud, obnoxious yawn that ended in a squeak. She was being dramatic for show simply because she could. Voscil vaguely recalled him saying he lived here in town; she'd just go find a hotel renting for the morning if that's what it came down to.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 5:43 am
Katanari
The racking laughter did not fade as easily as she wished it would. It hurt and felt awful, not at all like laughter should be.
Strange?! She was talking strange? Yeah, she supposed she was, wasn't she? There were no grandiose and melodramatic words to describe how she felt right now, or what had just happened. Just words.
Everything seemed so funny in such a terrible way that she couldn't stop feeling the urge to laugh, a hollow, convulsive feeling from inside of her chest. ”Am I all right?” she said bitterly, fighting the laughter, trying to force it to stop, because funny as everything was, it really wasn't. ”Well, are you?”
Unfortunately, it worked. The laughter died, almost immediately, leaving behind melancholy... and regret. "I'm sorry." she said, averting her eyes from Ephias to Wolly, "That was not called for. I'm sorry." Neither Ephias nor Wolly deserved to be so verbally rebuked, not like this, and she didn't want them to go away.
She bit her lip, looking back at Vremea and Milieu. She had a mission, a task, a freaking recouparoon to get to. Oh, she wanted to sleep. Better, she wanted to wake and find that she had passed out on the floor again without her sopor slime, or something along those lines. She knew that it wasn't a dream, of course, and that such a hope was false. The one hope she clung to was that Odette was alive, and that she would seek out Vremea and Keionx could see her and direct her. Well, not the one and only hope - Keionx knew that she herself was still alive, and that she had a chance of figuring out what she was. That was a hope, even if actually doing so was a monumental and terrifyingly impossible task. But first, she needed to go to Vremea's hive and do... what she was supposed to do.
"Could you... maybe... walk with me?" she asked Ephias. That was something else to hope for, though she felt he would be completely within his rights to say no after her... strange talking... and mean words.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 6:41 pm
Once he had decimated his stock, Reemus took a moment to process everything Voscil had just said. "Awesome," he echoed. Good. Maybe that meant there were more survivors than casualties. Reemus couldn't imagine life without his lusus. But if kids lost their guardians to this disaster...the crown would provide something for it? That's what all this disaster relief was for, right?
"Yeah, mate, you're lookin' pretty wiped out." Reemus said, with a smile at how cute she was when she was crashing. Or, uh, in amusement at how dramatic she was about her exhaustion. Or really both. Whatever. "Uhhh patches? Dunno what those are, mate." He hadn't used any, and his group hadn't said anything about them, as far as he knew. The kiddo was in the dark about the idea of small things that would've been a HUGE help earlier.
"But I DO live nearby. I don' have a spare 'coon, though. There's gotta be somethin' nearby, though. You'd have to be willin' to wait a few days for me, I think. Once I'm back in my own, I'm gonna be out foreverrrrr," he yawned in turn for emphasis. "Might have to break in n' poke me with a stick to see me within the sweep. Yeesh. If ya wanna stay in town a little longer, it'd be ace! We could do more...things." He had wavered on that last word. Reemus was close to falling asleep again. He had to shake his head to snap out of it. "Crikey."
