towerofanimus | ♉pen

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Around!
Format: Action to start, but I’ll follow
Summary: Somebody's po’d about suddenly being not at home!
Warnings: None at the moment

[He’ll only stay in this room as long as he’s forced here, he resolves. Being caught so completely, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, is neither pleasant nor comforting. In fact, if he allowed himself these thoughts anyway, it rather terrifies him. Nothing like being dropped into an unfamiliar and likely dangerous situation with a body that won’t move. His mind reels as he waits: Gotta be a highblood plot, right? But how would they have found him… hmm. And what about his cavalreapers? Everything feels off-kilter and strange, and the very moment he can, he slips across the communal respiteblock floor, wings half opened, and tries the door]

[AND LATER he’s moving carefully through each floor, suspicious and irritated. His head is held at an odd angle as he explores, lowered slightly so he’s forced to peer up through his brows to see, but his horns carve a sharp, dangerous arc through the air, settled at just about goring level. It’s not really the best threat, but he’s made them work for him in the past when he’s been desperate. And hey, if this isn’t a desperate situation here, without his soldiers or his beasts or his weapons, then he doesn’t know what is! So yeah... watch out, guys… This troll fit to snap at the first thing that looks at him wrong…]

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[Coincidentally, Ling had been just about to open the door from the outside hallway to go in, his mouth stuffed with an apple from the cafeteria; however, when he saw who was on the other side, well. He proceeded to flip out a bit, by jumping backwards back into the hallway, dropping the apple and pulling out his sword, staring...as much as you could stare without opening your eyes.]

What is this...?!

[W E L P three things happen here, more or less simultaneously: first, the Summoner startles as well, snapping his wings closed and stepping back into something approximating a fighting stance. Goodness, he does wish he had a weapon though...]

[Second, he realizes his opponent(???) is an alien, which is fascinating because he's never seen one before, but also says terrible things about the highblood's dwindling resources. Or how not!seriously they're taking him. He'll go with the former, for confidence's sake!]

[And third, he speaks, managing to keep his voice flat despite the surprise... somehow: ]

Who are you.

Ling Yao, Twelfth Prince of Xing and future Emperor.

[This guy probably knew how to fight, Ling figured, but it didn't look like he had his weapon on him(and also were those wings??). He didn't seem to be as bad as the Homunculi but he sure as hell wasn't entirely human.]

What are you? [He asked, keeping his sword out and pointed, just in case.]

[.......squints. The idea that he was in the presence of someone who wanted the Condesce's job (or an alien equivalent, whatever) set him even more on edge then before. The sword still hanging out there didn't really help matters]

I could ask you the same thing! [He shifted his footing back, just slightly, just enough that he might have a little more of an advantage when this douchebag decided to strike him] What do you want.

[What was he? Could this guy detect the Homunculus inside him then? It was a possibility for concern, at the least.]

I should be asking you that. This is my room after all. [Seriously he was not expecting a standoff when he got back.]

[Nope! You're just a weird alien thing is all! But at that, he dropped his hands ever so slightly. Not relaxing exactly, but definitely willing to just... not fight... if that was a thing he could get away with]

You can have it. I just woke up here. I'm not staying.

[Ling unfortunately, is not willing to relax at this point. Because this is a tall thing with wings and frikkin' horns.]

Oh? You think you know a way to get out of here?

[Perfect... @_@ Guh, gets his hands up again, tension obvious in his arms]

Nope...! But I'm going to find one. Right now, if you'd just uh... get out of the way.

♉pen

Room 1-18 'SUP ROOMIE

SUP SUP I SEE WE'RE OFF TO A FRIENDLY START ALREADY 8>

IT'S THE START OF A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP~

GOODNESS YES. THE BEST FRIENDSHIPS ALWAYS START WITH WARY STAND OFFS

IT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU KNOW YOU CAN TRUST EACH OTHER OBVIOUSLY

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