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 Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 9:11 pm
 x When: Early afternoon, probably just after lunch What: Rastin's peaceful gardening is disrupted by Weywot and her hole digging Lusus.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 9:31 pm
Rastin wasn't someone who liked to spend a lot of time outdoors, but when it came to the appearance of his hive, he wasn't about to sit idle. The weeds in his garden had gotten to a point which he couldn't ignore and, thus, found himself outside tugging his weight of the buggers from the earth. He loathed getting his robes dirty, which was the worst part of this endeavor, but he knew that his garden would look so much better once it was done. After all, he did like having fresh food within ten feet of his front door. Having weeds would make this garden a waste of space, and he'd be damned if anything on his property was a waste of space.
"You know, CatDad, it would be nice to have some help." He grumbled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I've got so much more to do and you're just loafing around like you don't live here."
CatDad raised his head from the ground that he'd been sniffing at and moved to blow on his grumpy little charge. Rastin grumbled, not at all amused by this weak attempt to cool him off, and shook his head.
"Your breath smells like a rotting corpse." He said, heaving a breath. "Please, refrain from breathing on me from now on, if you could be so kind."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 9:50 pm
Right now she was following BadgerMom to one of the various holes she dug up to the surface. Of course Weywot knew she was doing it for her sake. BadgerMom wanted her to grow up, maybe start meeting more trolls to fill out her quadrants, or at least stop being the most awkward blue blood around.
Bluh.
Meeting trolls was difficult and so far it got her invited to a ball, which, let's face it, she was really awkward at. Small talk and dancing wasn't her thing. Wearing dresses and nice clothing wasn't her thing. The blue blood rubbed her nose, which of course got dirt all over it, which she could care less about. There was always dirt on her, in her hair and clothes. It came with living under ground. She sat down as BadgerMom actually made a slop up she could walk, her shovel resting over her legs as she listened to the familiar sounds of digging.
It was very soothing.
She blinked an eye open once she realized it was a lot brighter in the tunnel. "Hit surface already?"
That was weird.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 6:52 pm
After reprimanding CatDad a second time for breathing too close to him, Rastin suddenly felt something odd moving beneath the earth. He shuffled back and bent, his hands cautiously hovering over the now visibly moving dirt, and leaned slightly forward. What was going on? Did he have moles? Maybe rats? Ugh, he hoped not. CatDad loved to chase, and eat, small rodents that he found outside. The hooded troll grimaced to think of all the "presents" he'd find in the morning if he, indeed, had an infestation of rodents. He watched the ground a moment more before digging his hands into it and peering into the hole.
"What the hell?" He grumbled, arching his brow at Weywot and BadgerMom. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 4:47 am
Weywot pushed her BadgerMom from the tunnel. It was her job to get to the surface first. Huffing a bit more, the blue blood used her shovel to get the last bit of dirt before she saw a hand being shoved in and she cried out.
"H-hEY. Do-don't stick your hands in random holes!" Her brows furrowed and she smeared mud across her skin and just squinted up at the other, huffing, swallowing thickly. She shifted a bit and just moved to exit the tunnel regardless of this other being. She had to get some fresh air. But upon doing so, she caught dust from the dig and just started hacking up a lung instead, falling to her knees and gasping. "Gragh!" In an overly dramatic gesture, she rolled around from side to side until she could breath relatively normally and then got to her feet like nothing happened.
An embarrassed flush came to her face and she dropped her head, tried to make herself seem smaller. "SoRRY for THAT?" Her voice was gaining volume and dropping as she talked. Okay, Weywow was nervous! Sue her!
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 11:32 pm
Rastin grimaced down at this strange troll, and found himself fumbling backward as she crawled out from the hole. He, too, coughed and held his sleeve up to his face to shield himself from debris, before flashing the troll and her lusus a glare. What the ******** did they think there were doing? This wasn't a place for digging holes! He hopped up to his feet and dusted himself up.
"This is my garden, you buffoon! Who do you think you are?" He exclaimed, flailing toward Weywot. "And I can stick my hand in water hole I choose! Especially if it's one being dug on my property right as I'm weeding! Look at the mess you've made!"
He pointed, frantically, to the hole that Weywot had made before folding his arms.
"You've ruined all my work!" He continued, shaking his head. "Do you have any idea how long it'll take to repair that, or how much it'll cost me?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 9:42 am
It was always a place for digging holes, but Weywot didn't expect him to know. The blue blood just kept dusting herself off and then winced when he said it was his garden. She licked her lips and then looked around with a sheepish noise and sighed a bit more. She hit her hands on her head, dusting off her hair and then just shrugged. "I'm Weywot Kupier." She answered rather honestly, squinting at him. Then she saw the color of the symbol he wore on his clothes and mentally winced. Okay purple was higher than her. All shades. So she had to be respectful? Maybe? "I didn't dig the hole, my lusus did. ...I c-can uhm..." She looked around at the ruined garden and then shifted. "I can help a little...?" Gardening wasn't that different than digging a hole and pushing seeds in the hole, right?
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 10:19 pm
Rastin didn't care what her name was, that wasn't the point of the conversation. If this could even be called a conversation to begin with. it was more like a confrontation. A very unexpected and unwelcome confrontation.
He furrowed his brows as she squinted at him and looked down to his cloak. What? Was he dirty? He glanced up, down, and rolled his eyes. Of course he was, he'd been out here all day digging things up and pulling weeds. He wiped a clump of dirt away from his symbol and smoothed it out, then turned his attention back to Weywot.
"What, help? With wh-" He asked, before pausing to mentally slap himself. Right, his garden. He almost let it slip his mind. "... Yes, if you'd kindly help me clean up the mess you and your lusus have made, I'd greatly appreciate it."
The purpleblood stepped away from the hole and simply waved Weywot and BadgerMom toward a pile of gardening tools.
"You can use these, they're spares." He said, making a half turn to where he'd left his own shovel. However, he paused briefly to look back and sighed. "I'm Rastin, by the way. Rastin Morden... Welcome to my hive, I suppose."
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 7:47 pm
She squirmed because she could feel his annoyance bubbling up and being directed at her. Ugh. This is exactly what Weywot was trying to avoid. The blue blood rubbed a hand through her hair and then motioned her Lusus to the hole where they had dug. Badger mom popped back in it and then used her paws to grab the dirt and rake it back into the hole and hopfully didn't destroy anything else in the process. "Rastin...?" That was an interesting name. She didn't say much more than that, knowing she was in a lot of trouble with him. Her messy hair fell in her face and left even more dust smears there as she helped put the dirt back in. She'd find a good place to dig herself a hole with her own shovel down to the tunnel. It wasn't a big deal to her. "Sorry I ...messed up your garden...?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 10:03 pm
Yes, Rastin, that was his name. He happened to think Weywot was an even odder name, but he wouldn't dare insinuate that. Everyone had their reasons for what their names were, and he was assured that there were names even stranger than Rastin and Weywot. He wouldn't go out of his way to find them, though, that was for sure.
"... I won't say it's fine, because it isn't," He began, pausing to look at her with an arched eyebrow. "But I will say that I thank you for being kind enough to help fix it. Not too many others have been as helpful."
Well, not that he knew too many others besides her at the moment. He liked to keep it that way, too. There was no need for him to have a hoard of friends any time soon. The very idea left a sour taste in his mouth.
"Anyway, I do believe we can move off of that subject." He said, kneeling down to help shove dirt back into the hole. "... Where do you live, Weywot?"Peppermint Coffee HEY, I'd like to help you grow your tiny child if you'll let me! 8'D
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