OPEN // ACTIVE

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Characters: Disciple
Setting: Fourth Floor;
Format: Whichever is good for you!!
Summary: She is waaaatching you. Or not.
Warnings: None yet!



FOURTH FLOOR

[One of the great hunters of Alternia is crouched behind a couch. Windows are wonderful things, she decided, watching the room behind her in the mirror's reflection. Hidden from the immediate eyes of those behind her, she readies herself for a springing leap and the first person that ventures close to be only slightly more than a smudge of colors in the reflection gets leapt at.

Again and again for anyone within reach.

She has been alone for a sweep okay]


ELEVENTH FLOOR

[She is busy being a chicken about stepping off onto this floor. It's daytime. Daytime and suntime.

WHY IS SHE AWAKE--

But look at those rainbows and the flowers on the ceiling. It's beautiful and she can look out...

She will be here waffling]

Comments

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Even as a wriggler they are complicated! Do you have your quadrants filled?

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Oh well...I had just one. I was never really very good at filling quadrants. Too busy!

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

When you were a wriggler did you not worry about filling your quadrants?

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Oh all the time. Didn't every troll?

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

It seems things haven't changed that much then. That is both comforting and not. How often did trolls fall in and out of your quadrants?

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

Well when was I younger of course! I had a few moirails and one ashen triad...Nothing really black though.

Don't worry! These things take time. You may have not even met your purrfect quadrantmates yet!

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Sadly being here gives me more options than I would have had back in The Veil.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

...The Veil?

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

When Alternia was destroyed, that is where we resided, the twelve of us that remained.

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

...Sounds lonely.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

There are very few moments where we have time to consider our loneliness, we are, all trapped together trying to figure out how to survive. Much like we are here.