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Stryke was lost in thought as he moved from one section of the bridge-roped walkways as he crossed into town square. His mind was on the journal he had tucked under his arm, he'd planned to explore a section of the swamp up further north to fill in more of the map he was trying to throw together. Detailing locations had been a passing hobby for sometime, and it would in theory help the Initiative in the long run he figured. He'd be turning in his findings to Aprife in the near future, as he was the Head of Intelligence afterall.

Whatever he'd been thinking however was suddenly sidetracked. Stryke didn't know he had someone behind him. The second he felt something poke him the short yellowblood screamed, and even visible jerked violently. "AA-hHH?!" He had yelped, body tension visible. Ever since the Swamp Hunt, he'd become more jumpy. His sense of the world around him had altered slightly when around especially dangerous situations. Especially with an unfamiliar voice behind him, and the sensation of being touched the teen was on edge.

Without thinking, Stryke turned dropping his journal to free his hands. Aiming to elbow his unknown assailant, driving it hard into them as he pulled away from the other. His teeth bared as he hissed, looking the picture of frazzled and terrified something was about to get him. "what the hell! who's there--..?!" He snapped, his eyes wide as he whirled around, instantly recognizing the taller troll.

It was THAT troll from Bloodfest last summer. oopse. "oh..it'sss you?" His brows furrowed slightly, obviously confused and a bit sheepish for having lashed out at her. She'd been around the village..and had helped them all. Stryke had just avoided her out of selfish childish embarrassment for all those nights long since passed.



*note he is performing unarmed combat/engaging in speech. the +1 from weapon will not be counted.

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Stryke actually looked like he felt fairly guilty when he all but slammed into the other troll with all his muster. His reaction had been violent, and unwarranted he really needed to get his restless energy in check. That was beginning to become bothersome really. Glancing down briefly Stryke looked at her apologetically. "hey. look i'm sssorr--...!?" He barely had time to get the apology out when he felt her fist collide with his jaw. Hissing, he cringed reeling back from the other troll.

The yellowblood shoved at her, pushing her away from him as he took a step back. It didn't have much force behind it, as if he didn't want to agitate the orangeblood. "um, i suppose avoiding you for something you don't likely remember is pointless. we..met during last summer's bloodfest at your booth..and not again until your recently joining the initiative." He looked sour given she'd clipped him in the jaw, before shrugging.

"why?" Stryke muttered, in a half demanding tone wondering why she wanted to know as he rubbed his jaw. Lowering his hand he shot her a glare, as if trying to decide what to make of her after all this time..shoulders gradually relaxing given she had, after all fought along side them and remained after all this time.

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Stryke glanced to the side, his hand rubbing over the back of his neck as he listened to her. There was a yellow glow surrounding him, like a flickering light. While the full extent of his power display was not there, as they were only talking...the moment she leaned in closer to him the yellow and orange colors only seemed to brighten in the dark alternian night. Some of the lights seemed to make vague impressions of clocks. They came and went with the flicker of his psionics.

Her question was simply enough..but had him actually swallowing nervously ever so slightly. "n..not like i wasss, no. i just didn't know how to approach the subject.." He finally added with a great deal of reluctance.

A slight irritated noise followed her comment about Zin, making the connection to the redblood Zindel easily enough. "for your information..i was just trying to say hi to him. i caught him stealing from me, and helped patch up his foot one time...then avoided me. granted he returned the favor not that long ago." He muttered finally looking at her, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly on the thief-like troll. It was actually a bit of a sore point knowing he had been considered a bother.

Stryke took in a sharp breath, drawing from the infinite well of patiences he possessed. The light spectacle dimmed slightly as he tried to recompose himself.

"where are my manners...i'm sssorry, i've been frazzled lately admittedly. my name is stryke nvrmor. thank you for helping with things around here, and in your staying." He quickly added with an incline of his head. It was no small feat that had brought trolls to the rebellion and namely stayed. Really he didn't mean to piss off the orangeblood..he just seemed really talented at it by some sick twist of fate.

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Stryke was taken aback slightly by her curious look she was giving not only him, but his psionics. He still wasn't use to trolls reactions, whatever they may be.It was mildly fascinating to watch her anger shift into that of pure fascination and curisoity. Even the mood of the entire situation shifted, as if he had somehow...distracted her? The thought was perplexing to him, given he had been nothing short of ordinary until recently in his opinion.

The more she poked at his energy trail, the clock actually seemed to frizzle and explode into a thousand energy pieces before vanishing as the yellowblood laughed sheepishly as she introduced herself..and asked her question. "normal isss...stretching it. i'm still learning how to handle my psionics. this is the new normal yesss however." He explained, pursing his lips slightly.

"they react mostly to danger, or extreme duress. the energy act like a barrier, and if i concentrate hard enough, i can create a time stasis on object or troll. in short, it's entirely defensive in nature." He added a extra gentle shrug. "the exact extent of what i can do with it remains to be seen." Stryke tilted his head then as he studied the other.

Etsali Azeban. Now he had a name to go with the face at least.

"it's a pleasssure to properly meet you. my apologizes it started off on an odd note." Stryke added quietly.

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Stryke gave her a sort of bored, almost flat expression. The smile that curved his lips didn't reach his eyes, returning her fanged smile. "i don't think you'd actually hurt me...i have no reason to feel threatened." He didn't exactly sound sure of himself, as he gave the older troll a wary look. She wasn't much taller than him, but it still gave his opponent that advantage.

He blinked at her, a brow arching slightly. "i suppossse you could say that?" He retorted, scoffing ever so slightly as he realized she'd been in fact fascinated by the power display, and seemed to even be pouting he hadn't kept it up. His jaw actually slackened a little as she pointed her little dagger at him..surely she was joking.

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Stryke watched as she came for him. He let out another terrified shriek. Who the hell was this crazy troll?! "what..? wait -- NO!" One of his worst childhood nightmare came to life. He'd been afraid of her threats she'd beat him up after Zindel had gave her a pathetic look back at bloodfest...for a long time.

Childish or not, he threw up his hands in a panicked motion to protect himself rather than drawing his own daggers. In one dazzling display, his energy shaped and wove itself. The bright shining barrier came to life with a resounding melodic ticking. The sands of time held both her hand, and weapon in place.

Sweat trickled down his brow, too focused on holding the shield to fight back in retort to her swinging wildly at him. He glared at her hissing softly as if in rebuke for what little good it would do.

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Stryke actually felt his eye twitch slightly at her question. His cheeks flared his shade of yellow, unsure what to say really at first. Then his mind turned to the others inquiry. How long could he keep this up? He pursed his lips slightly, focusing on the shapes as he frowned in concentration. "not sure.." He muttered, giving her a look as if to say don't mess with him.

Raising a hand, his teeth clenched as he motioned keeping at least one of the shimmering clocks steady and visible for all to see. By all, it was just for her technically. "not as solid as the first set..but there?" He offered for her to inspect.

Breathing in through his nose, he noted the feel of what it was like to call on the power itself. The barrier seemed flimsy, and trying to stop something in place so thoroughly was not something he was feasibly capable of right now. The light show was easier, and was a weird kind of practice he hadn't expected. They were the only ones out and about in this section of the village. Lucky, given how jumpy and shriek prone Stryke had been in the last few minutes. It was kind of embarrassing.