As you emerge from underground, exhausted and battered, you are seized by strong hands. After the initial moment of uncertain surprise, you see the faces staring down at you are smiling, rather than angry. Other hands reach down and help you up from the ladder, and you are lifted above the heads of the cheering lowbloods, who carry you back into town. The water, held back by the dam of vines controlled and maintained by Aendal that had burst on his death, had roared and rushed through the pipes and underground rivers, reaching Chittentown before you. Beside you and around you are the other trolls who trekked back and forth through the caverns, as well as the last minute arrivals who had brought with them the magical ingredient of Aendal's downfall. Bottles of water are thrust at you and your friends, as is copious amounts of food. Around you, trolls dance through the streets, decked out in the flora that was washed into the reservoirs with the gush of water, all that remain of the mad troll in the caves.
Eventually you are set down and the crowds recede, going back to the main celebrations. The gifts of food and water come less frequently, and you are left to your own devices. Occasionally a lowblood will smile at you as they past. It seems that at some point along the journey, a crown made of plants and flowers has been jauntily placed on your head, and a necklace around your neck. The danger has passed, and as far as the citizens of Chittentown are concerned, all is fine now. They laugh and chatter with each other, describing the flood of water, and how the rush had shaken the ground. Some groups even speak in hushed gossipy whispers, discussing rumours of a group of extremist trolls that had been caught trying to tamper with machinery at one of the royal facilities. No fingers had been pointed yet, but no doubt they had been working with the perpetrator, taking advantage of the city's panic to break and enter.
If your teen or child is ready to grow, they may use this orp as their growth roleplay, if they reach the required 1000 words and fulfull the requirements of a growth rp. If you would like to do so, please pm the mule!
Vrykol's rebel affiliated trolls: If you are interested in pursuing the rumours being whispered, please quote the mule as you attempt to talk to citizens to find out more about what happened.
Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 2:55 pm
Quite Uneventful
Any other day, time, or place, a 'Hero's Parade' would be right up Keionx's alley and she would be enjoying all the attention and the garlands and, well, everything.
Except, as she helped Vremea to somewhere where the larger teenager could recover and sat down herself, outside of the chaotic festivities, she felt, instead, despondent.
This was an event for heroes, the ones that had returned water to Chittentown and Keionx, as she sat and watched it happen felt, for the first time in her young life, anything but Heroic...
The battle had been fierce and killer, from the start the battle to the death of Aendal. She couldn't get the moment with the vines pulling him apart out of her head-- at least... this time... they knew he was dead for sure. With sad eyes, Vremea followed the group, helped by Keionx and Milieu, Odette and Athene no where to be found.
Odette. Where was she now? She only knew she had been there for a second, then she passed out, and was suddenly not there anymore. By the time the yellowblood awoke, they were too far ahead for her to go back. She was forced to leave her morail there, no matter how much she protested. She could feel a sinking feeling in her, making her eyes bubble up with tears. She was dead. The redblood was dead and she would never come back.
Her morail.
My closest friend.
She wanted to scream and wail, she wanted to go back and see if she could find her, but her voice was sore, and her body was too weak, she was too weak, especially without her morail. She kept her sane, she kept her afloat, helped her balance herself... she couldn't be gone. She just couldn't. Wiping away her tears stubbornly, Vremea grit her teeth. She wasn't dead. She knew it, her best friend WASN'T dead. This would be the only thing she held to-- the one thing she wouldn't allow herself to be pessimistic about.
Odette Cygnet, ballerina extraordinaire, the nicest, most delicate troll she'd ever met, wasn't dead.
To get her mind off it, Vremea tried to busy herself thinking about her powers. She had used them for the second time since the war, since she last helped Milieu with the young orangeblood, and it was almost stressing her-- had anyone seen? She almost expected the trolls that brought them to town to burn her at the stake for witchcraft, like what was done in the old novels she kept stashed, but they just gave her and her friends food and water with flower crowns and necklaces, garments that were temporary but made her feel a little good. Even though all this happiness was brought on by another trolls excruciating death. That could've been prevented if they hadn't been so aggressive the first time around. With a hard swallow, Vremea felt her body tremble as she sipped some water for the first time in ages, body almost aching for it... She felt weak and tired, worried and sick. Maybe she should've just gone with the rebels. She could've helped them with whatever they had needed. Oh well, maybe next time. Taking a bite out of a piece of fruit she had been given and another sip of water, the lolita looked at Keionx and Milieu, pump biscuit heavy with sorrow. "How... how are you both feeling?" She asked, voice cracking a little with the first word, managing to compose herself for the words that came after the crack. She felt horrible, especially now...
Hushed whispers reached her from afar. At first, she didn't pay much attention to them, but soon, her mind started working again and she finally made sense of this. Looking at Milieu with serious eyes, the yellowblood stood up abruptly, shakily, and managed to make her way to the group talking about... the extremist trolls. "Ex...excuse me..." Vremea said in a hushed voice, mostly because her throat was too sore from lack of water to speak. "I... could not help but hear you all from afar..." With a gulp, Vremea felt her pulse quicken, hoping it wasn't what she feared. "...What did you all say about the extremist trolls?" She asked curiously, staring at the trolls in the group. If what they said was true...
What did that mean for the rebels?
DraconicFeline
Magician Arcana
Hivestuck
Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 2:16 am
((I'm doing Aandes' growth RP here all in one solo for the sake of time, but he is still in the area for interactions!))
The greenblood and his lusus had walked behind Eostre through the perilous trek back up the caves. It was an improvement over the unknown of the pit, but an uphill struggle was an uphill struggle. Only the promise of home and sweet, sweet refreshments kept Aandes cognizant.
Koalapops had fallen sound asleep on Aandes’ back. It was well deserved. The lusus had suffered blows to the head and plenty of scrapes and cuts from the jadeblood’s onslaught, but overall… He was amazing. Aandes had seen him act out – once when another lusus had threatened him, and another time when Aandes came home early in the day and was perceived to be a burglar by the sleepy creature. But he’d never acted like this. Koalapops didn’t say many words to his son. He showered him with what he needed, and stayed out of the picture. He hardly noticed the benchmarks and milestones of Aandes’ childhood. Wriggling days came and went. Aandes celebrated alone by treating himself to desserts. He didn’t have real friends, really, so what was the point of a big party? Aandes seemed to only be in it for the reward. The turning point was certain. Aandes’ lusus was no saint. He was hardly even lucid enough to protect his son before danger was unavoidable. But, he cared. Aandes was precious. Even the boy himself didn’t recognize his most important supporter until he’d almost lost him. It was a bit sad. Aandes’ mouth twitched. He’d never given his life much thought. Perhaps having those who cared for you was… Useful. Less of a liability. Rasali would have been devastated. Pops protected him when his life was in danger. Eostre – Eostre, was she his friend? She was there leading him all the way. He owed her, and she was there for him.
Relationships were worthwhile. They were simple, but effective. It wasn’t just duping chumps and taking their money – it was the connection that mattered. Connections were more powerful than anything. Getting under ones’ skin ensured safety. He would have to try out his new theory on some new friends. Aandes’ epiphany would not go out of his mind. Even though his plans were anything but pure, the root of it all came from gratefulness. Aandes was just glad, now, to be alive. He wanted to forget everything about the battle. About that rainbowdrinker, his plants, and the dead. Aandes clutched at his lusus and without realizing it, started to cry.
The light of the cave grew brighter again. No! He was back in the cavern – the sunset, the glowing gold, vomiting. The battle – fire. Lusii being crushed and spitting and frothing. Koalapops limp on the ground. The ceiling shattering, glass raining, the troll glowing, NO!
Aandes had been pulled into the light of the upper-world, and it was like breaching from crushing waves. He could finally breathe again. Thank gog.
The sensations were disorienting. Aandes was swimming in free, clear air. Nighttime had fallen on Alternia and it had never felt so sweet. He clutched Koalapops’ hand as he surveyed everything around him. Beaming faces? What was this. He certainly didn’t feel like he had succeeded at anything. But… Aandes soon shifted back into his normal self. A grim, haunted look slowly broke into a smile. Aandes’ wounds were hidden by a winning grin and a small wave to the crowd, which grew and grew before being blown into a great parade. He giggled coyly, if not as enthusiastic as he would have. His stomach felt like it was filled with gravel, and his skin was torn. He didn’t dare look down at his ruined garments. Aandes forced a pretty face for the crowd. More connections, learning his face. He was swept away from the blueblood for a moment and found himself in the chatter.
They said the festivities would be held over the next few days. It was almost shocking how quickly the confetti, banners and Alternian pride had overtaken the dust and angry signage of the Chittentown residents. The tide turned as quickly as, well -- the tide had turned. Grievances against the queen were flipped upside down; she paraded from the caves in the flesh. Aandes could attest to her viciousness in fighting the threat; it was almost like a set-up that she could emerge heroically from the caverns. The parade route was easy to avoid – Aandes needed a while to regroup. He just wanted to go home with Eostre. She understood. None of these idiots did. He opted to sit on a sidestreet while looking for her elegant hood, waiting. It would give him time to rest alone for once. No show, just Aandes and Pops.
“Sorry we did that, Pops,” Aandes mumbled. He scratched between his guardian’s ears. Koalapops mumbled something into the dirt. Aandes had stayed out of the WACKY debacle, and the horror of whatever the OHC conflict had become. He’d tried to pull that information out of Rasali, too. Back on the dancefloor in Civisect City, he thought he was being smooth. Her trembling lips and darting eyes suggested to him that he was winning – that he had bested her in some sort of childish game of one-up. He was wrong. Now he understood. She was traumatized. “We’re all pretty ******** up, huh Pops?” Aandes asked, continuing the dialogue. “Me and you and everybody.”
Every single one of them. Trolls. Royalists, who valued nothing less than brutality and efficiency. He would be nothing with the royalists. He would be an insect to the Queen, who seemed to treat anything less than purple-blooded homicidal patriotism with disdain. The rebels (or so-called) were just as bad. Disorganized. Shifty – willing to risk it all for a goal so obscure that their movement was shattered. Perhaps even dead. Aandes heared whispers about rebels in the crowd and grimaced. He didn’t belong with them. Being on top didn’t mean being a soldier or a traitor. He’d cut his own path. He’d be someone, somehow. He just hadn’t figured it out yet.
Aandes thought he spotted Eostre in the crowd. It was time to rejoin society… Or at least not linger in the rabble any longer than he had to. Aandes desired his hive more than anything on Alternia. He winced as he got to his feet. All of his wounds needed attention. He needed attention. Pops climbed back up onto Aandes’ back and he let himself breathe a faint sigh to accompany his smile. He was alive another night. Thoughts about the future could wait until after dessert and a dip in the hot springs. It was finally over.
purplerosesbeauty
Tagging for the Eostre mention! No worries if they don't end up actually interacting. :>
I've been better Keionx thought, looking over at the yellowblood despondently. She managed to crack a halfhearted, tired, weak little smile that she didn't feel. Well, she did feel it, a little. Vremea was okay, at least. That was good, right?
Not good enough.
”I'm fine.” Keionx lied. She was not, however, practiced at lying to anybody but herself and her eyes and the stressed muscles of her young face gave her away easily. She didn't want Vremea to feel worse because of her.
There'd been enough of that already
Keionx had managed to clean herself up in the intervening time. Beastdad had taught her first aid, and so her injuries were dealt with. He hadn't taught her how to repair a broken soul, though, and that was what she needed most of all.
She didn't need to look at Milieu to remember that she had been protected in the chaos of below.
She'd been protected when it was the hero that was supposed to do the protecting. She had been saved when it was the hero that was supposed to do the saving. Odette...
Keionx wanted to believe that the redblood was not dead, that somehow she had survived. But the fact remained that she was not with them. Keionx's hope, normally the dominant force within her, was silenced, exhausted for the night and probably for several nights afterward. Odette wasn't here, they hadn't found her, and that meant that, at least in part for Keionx, she had been sacrificed. Odette had sacrificed herself.
It was the hero that was supposed to do the sacrificing, and in light of that, and of the other things, Keionx was clearly not a hero at all. If she wasn't a hero, what did that make her? She bit her lip and looked away from Vremea before she could cry again – she was sure she had no tears left and she didn't want to cry in front of these great and heroic teenagers - gazing out beyond the scattering revelries to Chittentown's main street, seeking a familiar white muscular shape amidst the buildings and the people. Beastdad would know what she was. He'd know. She needed her Lusus.
She needed her daddy.
Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 9:11 am
quite uneventful
The small circle of lowbloods turned to face Vremea's question. Each was decked out in their idea of 'finery' for the celebration, although for one of them this constituted a ... a pot on their head, covered in bows, and another one had simply tied balloons everywhere they could be strapped down. A third wore a pair of magnifying glasses, making their eyes huge and bulbous. It was clear that this group was some of Chittentown's finest intellectuals, card carrying members of the certified mad scientist club. Glasses snuffled their nose like a hopbeast, preparing to educate the child. "It was last night -- you must have been far out in the desert so you didn't hear the sirens. There were two ... no three! Three transport vehicles - Isn't that right Martee?" Pot-head nodded vigorously, their headgear threatening to slip down to their chin.
"Three transport vehicles that drove through town. Yes. Marked as holding criminals and outlaws." Balloons took a slight pause in the monologue to jump in, voice as high and sqeeky as if they had been inhaling the helium themselves. "It was! Obviously! A two pronged attack! They steal our water! And they steal our intelligence! I! Wouldn't put it past! Those eggheads in Old ... in Civisect City! To be behind this! They just want to! Be the first to get a fully functioning space cruiser completed! We are so far ahead of them! They'll try! Any! Dirty trick in the book!" The entire circle nodded at this, faces flushed in outrage at the decided true enemy.
The yellowblood had internally cringed after realizing the items they had donned for the celebration, but had no comment, listening to the words the the glasses troll said, trying not to flinch at the way she spoke. Normally, she would say something, but as she was trying to get information from these trolls, she stayed quiet.
Three transport vehicles-- with the criminals and outlaws... It must've been... "I... I think you all might be mistaken. The troll underground had nothing to do with the trolls in the facilities... I am sure they meant no harm to us." With pursed lips, the yellowblood felt a little curious. "...Why do you all believe they collaborated on these henious crimes?" She looked away, sighing, feeling a little disappointed. These trolls were too far gone, minds brainwashed by the queen. "Forget it. Would any of you happen to know were they taken?" With a little bit of reluctance, Vremea added on-- "I am sure they will get what they deserve, however. That sort of crime is not to be forgotten." It hurt her to say it, but they might get suspicious...
Looking back to Kei and Mili, Vremea hadn't noticed how sad Keionx looked. Wanting to leave the trolls around her but still needing more information, the troll eyed Milieu and then Keionx, hoping she understood what she was trying to convey-- to try and help the younger troll feel better. She needed to comfort both of them, too, but right now, as the youngest in their party... She needed the comfort. The sight of Keionx so sad made Vremea sad as well-- she was usually such a hopeful troll...
Hivestuck
Magician Arcana
DraconicFeline
Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 3:02 pm
Milieu felt horrific. They had been dodging the falling debris and trying hard not to get impaled by the large slabs. Then there was the vines and... and Aendal. Aendal, who had ripped himself apart and died a death too tragic for anyone. Even if they had almost killed a town with dehydration. As they escape, dodging trolls and plants and falling pieces, it became clear that Odette was not with them, but Odette... Odette was not there either. Odette was gone.
Pinching her eyes shut, the teal troll silently sighed. Beautiful Odette, such a wonderful troll and a grand friend. Maybe she had been saved by someone else? Maybe just maybe she was alive? One could only hope. Opening her eyes, she glanced to where Vremea stood, talking to three trolls that... Well they had a certain eclectic taste in party wear, now didn't they? It made her smile softly. Vremea glanced at them and Milieu understood.
Keinox was just a child and been through a somewhat literal hell. Poor kid. She gently patted Kei's shoulder and pulled her close, holding and hugging the little orangeblood. Milieu had cleaned up as well, and was glad that at least they weren't covered in blood and grime. Gently playing with Kei's hair, she tilted both brows up in a question and gently poked Kei's chest where her heart should be.
Eostre welcomed the crowd with open arms. After all she'd been through, she felt a desire for admiration, pampering and a bit of overzealous fans giving her food and water, which she drank greedily after all that time in the caves fighting. Her body was bruised and sore, but in time the blue marks on her body would fade and she would be well again. Still, a bit of hero-status never hurt anyone, and especially not her. She even listened in on some sweet gossip about rebel trolls.
"Prison, hah, that's a bit better than they deserve..." she mused.
Eostre thought about how as news of this made its way to Four Fronds, her lusus would be proud to hear how his little girl took down a rainbow-drinker with nothing but her bare hands! The other trolls throwing things at him nonwithstanding, because in the end it was her that mattered to him. And she'd be glad to see his grumpy face after this.
The air above ground was like sweet perfume to her, and the moons looked beautiful. She never wanted to be in such a dank place again. In fact, she was going to avoid the desert altogether as much as she could from now on. What an awful place that was. She almost hoped the next disaster would stay in Four Fronds so she wouldn't have to leave home next time! She grinned and let herself wander the crowds, before realizing she'd misplaced someone...
"Aandes?"
Aandes must have been swept away by the crowd when she was distracted. Ah, she thought with a bit of a smile. She really had grown fond of him after all this time together, which she hadn't expected. Eostre saw herself in the greenblood, although he was a bit awkward and seemingly... intimidated by her? Well, that really is just how lowbloods are about that, she guessed.
Pulling her hood back over her head, Eostre looked into the crowd idly. Her clothes were filthy, she noted, and her poor gloves were covered in blood and torn apart in places. She'd have to get new ones... But there was a great place back home to do that. After she got some iced drinks. And maybe some time in the spa to rest her weary body. There was plenty of time for that now.
Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 8:03 pm
quite uneventful
"No harm! Yes! They won't harm us as they sneak! And cheat! Their way to an advantage!" Balloons was clearly not going to roll over and change opinion soon, and as they spoke they bounced energetically, setting their party outfit squeeking madly as each balloon vibrated against its neighbour. "So called! College Of Advanced Ocean Engeneering! You need good soft sand! Under your feet! To get any good thinking done!"
Balloon continued on their rant, Glasses eventually leaned over and spoke to Vremea over the other troll's head, seeing as they weren't about to stop anytime soon. "Well mm, they would have taken them off to Busthind of course, that's where the real hardened criminals go. Off to plead their cause in court, and then get the culling that's coming to them! Good thing too, who knows what they could have done to us if they hadn't been caught. Chittentown's had enough trouble lately without opportunists like them leaping at our throat the moment we're weak." They wiggled their nose again, and gave a little sniff of disapproval. "You'll understand when you're older, I'm sure. Not every troll is as thoughtful a citizen as you and your friends."
Keionx was grateful for Milieu's comfort and she leaned into it. Beastdad was always physically affectionate, and – thought Milieu was definitely not her daddy – it helped. It helped a lot.
Of course, her daddy never played with her hair. Keionx broke her vigil, tilting her head up to look at Milieu as her nimble fingers worked their way through Keionx's soft, frizzy, easily-tangled hair.
Milieu had protected her, too, just as Odette had. She might have come back out of that... place... but she had made sacrifices too.
She'd lost Odette.
It all came back to Odette. And it all came back to it being Keionx's fault. If she hadn't been weak, if she hadn't needed protection...
Keionx blinked, realizing that – in Milieu's own way – she had been asked a question. She looked down at where Milieu had poked her, then back up the the teenager. ”Hmm?” she asked, her eyebrows knotting in puzzlement. She wasn't sure what she had been asked...
For the time being, she ignored the... uniquely... dressed trolls...
Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 8:38 pm
It was a long shot, but apparently the body language hadn't quite made sense. That was fine. Honestly, it was rare when such motions made sense. She could have gone on, pantomiming emotions, but decided to save the charades for a later date. Taking her whiteboard from her satchel -- Oh. As Milieu removed it her heart sank. It was hopefully smelly, waterlogged, and slightly scorched. After she was done helping Keinox she would need to throw it away and get a new board. Tsk, such a trouble.
Popping the cap on her also smelly and waterlogged teal pen, Milieu wrote out the question: | Keinox, are you all right? What you've been through is not easy and it hurts. Listen, it's okay to cry and to talk about it. You're still a hero, even if you're sad and need to cry and let it out. Talk to me. I'm very very good at listening.|
She smiled sweetly at Keinox and hoped that the troll would take up the offer. Letting all this stress and grief keep mounting would make her sick.
Oh dear god they were finally at the end. Reemus's foot blisters had popped a while ago, his foot bandages were too soggy to be any good, and he felt dull pain that surely would intensify threefold after he got a good rest. Oh man. Rest. If only. The mustardblood could barely keep his eyes open, but he had to lead his lusus out of here. They weren't safe until they were back on the surface. He was literally dragging his feet. Woofmum limped as fast as she could, and would let out a loud yelp if she accidentally put pressure on her broken leg. But at least they were alive, right? And in...mostly...one piece.
Upon arriving at the mouth of the exit, Reemus barely had time to even sigh with relief before some hands swooped him up and away. That exhale turned into a confused squawk. He wiggled like a fish, too tired to fight back in full. Mid-wriggle, he heard some cheers. The puppy-kid had to pause in confusion. Looking around, it seemed that a crowd had gathered to help up the kids who went on the royal mission, and were cheering them on like heroes! His frown reversed into a wide, yet sleepy grin. He helped saved the day.
Once he was back on his aching feet, Reemus quickly found himself with arms full of STUFF. Water, treats... If he had even a smidge more strength, he would be tearing at his boon, grateful for something to eat and drink after all that time below running on empty. But he was so caught up in the relief and feeling of peace...that he just...had to...
And with that, Reemus collapsed onto the ground, his new items spilling out around him. Gillian hobbled about, collecting everything into a nice pile and growling at any possible looters. After that, she wincingly settled down around him. He would get nightmares out of sleeping out of sopor slime, yes, and the ground would add to his soreness, but desperate times and all.
leon_a_darkangel
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 6:57 pm
Voscil had done as Ephias said once the kid found his lusus. His frantic shouts had kicked them all into high gear. “You don’t have to tell me twice! Come on!” She cried, looking between the collections of lowbloods she’d spent her journey with. All of them had been brave in her opinion, and had earned her respect. The realization that the water would soon overcome them was terrifying in of its self. Add to that the sight of frothing pained lusii in the cavern, and the image would haunt her for sweeps to come. Yet it was finally over, they’d done what they’d set out to accomplish. Her body was exhausted; her psionic energy drained making it hard to keep up a fast clip. That didn’t mean the little yellowblood gave into her aching tired body, not just yet. She barely bothered to stop and wait for them at each passage turn, only enough to make sure they were following as they retraced their steps on the way back out. The only thing she would stop for was her lusus she was slow…so much slower than she was use to MamaJu being. The tigress usually could keep up with her kit without effort, but her body was weak, blood loss and wounds making her slow. Fear drove her to keep going, even if all she wanted was to just stop and catch her breath and maybe just sit down for a little while. It didn’t matter really, they had to escape…had too.
The exit was at last finally in sight, the little speed demon gave a shout of triumph as she dashed for it. "Found it!" She called out. When hands grabbed for her, she screamed. Terrified, Voscil kicked and flailing at her assailants until she realized those hands didn’t belong to plant entangled drones…or deranged lusii. Her struggle ceased as voices cheered for them. Vos felt like a true hero, and held her head up high even as she wobbled on her feet once set back down. Her cheesy grin was plastered nearly permanently on her face as she basked in the aftermath of their victory. Even if it had been a terrifying experience, this made up for it. She let herself be swept up and escorted back to town without any further complaint.
MamaJu was bandaged up once they got to town, and found herself a place within eye shot of her daughter to curl up and rest. Almost just as important was the fact there was FOOD (and water) in abundance waiting for them. Vos had been following after Zindel, Ephias and Estali until her eyes fell on the goods. Almost immediately she was at the lineup of food, stuffing her face in a fashion that was best described as frantic, and pig-like. Voscil really didn’t care what anyone thought, her stomach and been rumbling and protesting for hours! Her marked cheeks rounded at several intervals, looking much like a nutbeast as she went about her business collecting her "share" of the boon.
As she moved to another table to go for some treats to cram into her protein chute, she saw a familiar sight of Reemus and his woofmum as he’d called her. Pleased to see he’d made it out okay, she grabbed her plate of goodies and promptly marched herself over to the resting puppy-troll and plopped herself down, just out of reach of touching the curled howlbeast around him. “Heyyy did you get some of this stuff? Ifts pftehy gthd “ She spoke through her mouthful, leaning over gently prodding at Reemus to rouse him. Sleeping while an amazing idea, wasn't worth having nightmares over. Not to her anyway, they'd seen enough terrors for one night as it was.
Her eyes scanned for her group mates, waving a hand in their direction to indicate where she’d gone and to see about having them join, trusting they wanted to anyway.
Gl!tch~x
(I wasn't sure if you guys wanted some orp action but figured I'd quote you for mentions at least! ..dont mind the x's forgot to quote quite and aura woopse OTL)
Katanarix
quite uneventful
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 1:09 am
"Eostre!" Aandes cried under his breath. He secured Koalapops on his back and ducked through the crowd, looking for the blueblood. Her delicate hood was easy to spot, at least. He had new energy, even though he was running on fumes. Not to mention, the fresh air did wonders on his mental state. If he could just make it home... He could rest.
There she was! A sigh of relief. He padded between two celebrating locals and, realizing that his hair must have looked completely and utterly disgusting, slipped his own hood over his hair. He felt the crunch of debris and the slick buildup of -- (ugh, was that oil?) in his hair. He promised himself to never go out like this again. He was around people now - the public no less - and yet in such a state. At least they'd perceived him as winning something. A victory was a victory to these mindless masses, and for whatever it was worth he was untouchable tonight. Aandes LaMode was not a spelunking specialist. He was not well trained in fighting, and certainly after this misadventure wanted to correct such a mistake. He wouldn't make a fool of himself again. But, for now, he was in his comfort zone. Even Eostre seemed less of a mystery to him now, though he looked forward to their coffee outing with anxious anticipation. Learning more about her was a must, residual trauma from the caves be damned. He would deal with those feelings later. Alone. In his respiteblock. With a lot of ice cream - tears are always okay when you're alone.
He was near her now. Aandes stepped up to her. "Sorry I got separated --isn't this wild?" Wild was a good word. If she approved of the parade, or if she didn't, she'd let him know and he could adjust his attitude accordingly. "I'm so ready to go home."
