[OPEN] I want, I want to finally meet you, something real to cling to

[disgracedvoid]

Characters: Darkleer and YOU!
Setting: Room 1-18, the Cafeteria, the Workshop, around the Tower.
Format: I'll start with Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Darkleer wakes up in an unusual place and goes about trying to find it in himself to care.
Warnings: Darkleer being a painfully polite, looming giant that keeps banging his horns into the ceiling.

[Lying back is awkward and a little unnatural for him. The bed creeks unpleasantly under his weight, as he looks around, frown deepening as he took stock of the unfamiliar surroundings as well as the strange white fabric on his skin. The collar causes a spam of annoyance that takes him five deep breaths to control, so by the time he's reading the letters, he finds himself more or less serene. Suspicious and more than a little indifferent, but serene. He explores the contents of his trunk, finding more relief in his wrench and his work rag, than the clothes or the armor or the bow. Though admittedly the bow and the arrows are a nice thing to have. After some considerations, he simply rips the white bodysuit off his person and proceeds to don the armor. If he was given weapons, it might have been for a reason.

So if you walk into 1-18, you will find him giving the final adjustments to the armor, quiver hanging off a belt to his side and Bow hooked on a leather strap on his back. And of course, the familiar, glowing helmet that obscures his eyes. He's slouching a little, as his horns almost scrape the ceiling when he stands up to his full height. He's wearing a fantastically puzzled expression, but hey, for all he's big, he doesn't seem particularly violent.]

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[When you enter the cafeteria, you will find Darkleer in a corner, in full battle armor and with a look of supreme confusion on his face as he has a very serious stare off with a plate of oatmeal. It's a fantastic stare off, mind, he's slouching forward, hair curling down his shoulders and mouth set into an unamused, thin line. Seriously, oatmeal? Really?]

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[When he finds this floor, he finds himself drawn in almost magnetically. His fingers twitch to take and test and make and create, but he contains himself for a while, studying the racks of tools and materials. He resists for a while longer, but eventually picks up a bit of this and that, before unloading a collection of random spare parts and metal and tools on a workbench. Carefully placing down the bow and the quiver, he sets to fiddle with them, not really sure what he's doing except fitting them together and pulling them apart. He relaxes visibly the longer he's at work, and before he realizes it, he's working on something that looks definitely arm-shaped.]

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[Not sure why he shouldn't, and not feeling particularly threatened, Darkleer wanders around the Tower, looking at the various floor and peering curiously at the strange, foreign things in every corner. The supremely confused look remains firmly in place, but once again, it's not necessarily hostile. Just. Kind of intimidating.]

Comments

[disgracedvoid]

I see.

[He studies the boy a bit more, somewhat perturbed by the eerie not-quite familiar anatomy. He's used to seeing things as lines and proportions and well, barring the size and the lack of horns and the grey skin, this is a disturbingly troll-like creature.]

Have you been here long, then?

[bittydragon]

I have only recently arrived here myself.

[Deeming the demon to be safe enough, Yamato steps fully from behind the door, his gaze scrutinising as he looks up at the towering horned man]

What are you? You look like a demon.

[disgracedvoid]

What? Nonsense.

[He scowls at that, snorting quietly at the notion.]

I look nothing of the sort.

[Well. Relatively speaking, that is.]

[bittydragon]

[Yamato just gives him a flat look]

You do. Perhaps something of the Genma class - what are you then, if you're not a demon?

[disgracedvoid]

[The flat look means nothing to him.]

Nothing of the sort.

[This is punctuated by a slight twitch of his lips.]

I am a troll.

[bittydragon]

A troll.

[Trolls were demons of the Fairy class, yet...this creature didn't look like those kind of trolls. Yamato scrutinised him for a moment longer before letting it pass. Well. If it said it was a troll, it was a troll, he wasn't going to argue its species]

You look different to the trolls I know.

[disgracedvoid]

Then perhaps it is fair that you look nothing like anything I've ever seen before.

[The corner of his lip twitches minutely, but his face remains largely impassive.]

[bittydragon]

[Yamato frowned then]

You have never seen a human before?

[disgracedvoid]

Is that what your species is called?

[He sounds genuinely curious.]

But as it is, no, I have not.

[bittydragon]

I see...

[Yamato looked a bit intrigued. Hrm, demons were held so closely to humanity, they all knew what they were and looked like - perhaps this was a different species after all. Troll...maybe an alien lifeform?]

Yes, I am a human. You must come from a different world, then, as we are quite numerous from where I am from.

[disgracedvoid]

That is a distinct possibility.

[Though of course it's been a couple hundred years since he last saw another sentient life form, never mind actually talked to one.]

[bittydragon]

[Well now that there is an entity that wasn't demonic, or known to Yamato, his curiosity kicks into high gear. He has to ask it questions!]

Can you cast magic? Or are your ability restricted only to the physical? What languages do you speak? Can you see in colour?

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer frowns at him, folding his arms over his chest.]

I see no reason to answer any of that, given the lack of manners of who asks.

[bittydragon]

[Yamato frowned at that. Manners? Hrm, so a prickly one, was he? He almost sighed in exasperation]

...may I please ask you some questions regarding your species?

[disgracedvoid]

You may ask.

[He tilts his chin up a little, looking down at the boy.]

But perhaps I will not answer, particularly after such rude demands and a patent lack of contrition.

[bittydragon]

[Yamato's expression was blank. He didn't quite understand what Darkleer was talking about. How was he being rude? He asked a question, and usually one answers a question. That is how it worked.

Ah, to be a social retard]

I don't understand.

[disgracedvoid]

[...if only you weren't tiny and cute and essentially everything he likes about most things, you little--Darkleer lets out a long suffering sigh. Well, this is clearly not a troll, who would obviously know better, so perhaps he can cut him some slack.]

What should you do, when you offend or insult someone, be it with words or with actions?

[Though he remains severe in his expression, there is something patient in his words.]

[bittydragon]

[Oh, this one is easy. Whenever a demon is insulted, one should never apologise, since it just made you seem as weak or indecisive! They became enraged if you continued to provoke them, however, so...ah, it would be easy to know if this was a demon with an actual class...]

...you compromise a price to continue the negotiations. I do not have much on me, however, so I can only pay with my body or knowledge.

[Yeah that sounded bad, but he just meant his body's energy. Some demons devoured living essence in exchange ;v; ]

[disgracedvoid]

[Well, that wasn't entirely misguided.]

Almost, but not quite. You apologize first, then you attempt to compromise and resume the conversation. And you most certainly do not act entitled to something you have no claim to, nor should you speak in a manner befitting of your station.

[bittydragon]

[Yamato blinked, looking a bit flummoxed]

What? You want an apology? That usually angers the offended party though...

[And what was that entitiled nonsense? He was the sole heir to the Hotsuin Clan, he was allowed some leeway in the pursuit of knowledge]

[disgracedvoid]

[Kid, you're not even a troll, and he's a highblood. An exiled highblood, granted, but still. Stop poking his poor, abused dignity, or what remains of it, with a stick. It's rude.]

First of all, defer to your elders with the respect they deserve.

[This is gonna take a while, isn't it.]

Secondly, if your apologies are anything like your questions, I am not surprised at all they end up being counterproductive. Nonetheless, you are at fault. First you apologize to acknowledge said failing, then you offer compensation.

[HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS, MY GOD.]

[bittydragon]

[OH COME ON HE'S EIGHT. CUT HIM SOME SLACK. ALL CHILDREN ARE RUDE LITTLE MONSTERS THEN.]

Hm...

[Yamato's thinking...thinking...be lucky this isn't adult!Yamato, because he would have just blown you off and stalked out cackling to himself. Adult Yamato is a crazy jerk is what I'm saying. His kid self is much more...reasonable]

By respect, I assume you want me to refer to you with some sort of title?

[Maybe 'sir'? Or something.]

[disgracedvoid]

[And Darkleer is a thousand years old, but he was not a rude little thing when he was eight, he'll have you know. HE HAD MANNERS. ...and Issues. Oodles and oodles of issues and we probably don't want to talk about that.]

You are already addressing me by a title.

[...dude you don't think Darkleer is his actual name, right?]

So no. It is rather that you must keep your arrogance in check. You are wholly too young to be using that tone.

[Alien or not, definitely too young to be bossing him around.]

[bittydragon]

[Ah. Okay. That was the wrong thing to say.

Yamato's expression flattens, his eyes narrowing a little. Young? He was not a child despite his age. He was practically an adult in his maturity and knowledge! Well, the Hotsuin say he is an adult, so he is not too young to do anything!]

I am not too young.

[His tone is practically sub zero]

[disgracedvoid]

Child.

[Dryly.]

I find it hard to believe you have live for long, if you carry yourself in such a disgraceful way.

[In other words, keep being rude and you're gonna get culled killed, man.]