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[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

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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[pchaaair]

[Tavros is on the same floor! And... honestly not paying much attention to the Summoner yet because he's too busy trying to get his horsaroni to drop the Tinkerbull plush as he follows it out of his room.]

Hey-- uh, you know, it would be nice if you could possibly drop that, since that is Tinkerbull-- [He doesn't get a chance to finish that, though. Nope.

Instead, he's finally noticing the Summoner, and he's just. Going to let his horsaroni walk off with the plushie because ADULT TROLL ALERT even if this one looks... kinda really familiar... in a really weird way. He's not sure how, though, because he's never met an adult troll outside of the Condesce.]

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[OH GOODNESS. Well the moment he sees this, all the tension he's been holding sort of rolls out of him and he stops... because that is a babby troll what is it doing here]

[A babby troll that looks a hell of a lot like him when he was a babby. Man, and he sure remembers that stutter. This is now incredibly eerie for him!!]

What... Uhmm... What are you doing h-- how old are you? [LSKLDJF HOW DO I HANDLE TINY ME????]

[pchaaair]

[It would be a good idea to answer, right??? Right.] I'm-- um. I'm six sweeps, and definitely not younger or older, and, still doing a lot of aging. [HOW DO I HANDLE BIG ME?????]

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[WOW... HOW IS THIS... HAPPENING LKJSDF He stands there in sort of baffled silence for a moment after that...]

[And then, with rather more confidence and self-esteem then before!]

What are you doing here.

[pchaaair]

[At least this... isn't going badly like the Condesce?? THAT'S SOMETHING.]

Well. Uh. I guess the universe was destroyed, and we were brought here, so, that is what I am doing here. [Saying THE UNIVERSE WAS DESTROYED like it was no big deal. Because. It really wasn't a big deal for him.] I haven't really left the tower since I got here, to confirm that, but, I guess it is true from what some people have said.

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

What people? [Highblood people? Squinting a little. Are you blindly believing highbloods, tiny!him? That is absolutely not an okay thing to be doing, don't you know!!]

Why haven't you been outside the tower? [And who's keeping you here? Goodness he has all these questions!!! But he doesn't want to overwhelm him, so he stops there]

[pchaaair]

Humans. They're-- aliens that live here too, and there are a lot of them, and I guess there are, um, other aliens too, but I don't know what they are. [Okay yeah, for the moment, definitely going better than what his other adult troll meeting went like, but... still cautious, because he's been told his entire life that adult trolls are dangerous and need to be treated with caution.]

Uh, if you leave the tower, I guess you die, or just go out into the wasteland, and, it is sort of hard to leave anyway, because it is like they've made it so that we can't escape.

[... Now that he thinks of it, this troll sure looks like what he imagined Rufio to look like.]

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[...ah, humans. That must be the one he keeps coming across. Well... good to have a name for it anyway, even if a name doesn't do him a whole lotta good in getting the hell out of here!]

[Crosses his arms, frustrated] So what happens to you. Are they just holding you here? How long have you been here?

[pchaaair]

Uh... [He has to stop to think.] Almost six human months, which is kind of a long time, especially when some of the things here happen, because those things aren't really good. [The phantoms and the experiments...]

They do experiments sometimes. And weird things happen, err, that aren't really good.

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[...DIS KID. WHY. It really upsets him that there is a kid being experimented on here!!!!! This only mostly doesn't have to do with the fact that said kid looks so much like him!]

Are you okay...?

[pchaaair]

[... Well he didn't expect that question from a troll adult!!]

Err. Yeah. I'm okay now. [Which is a lie because he has a lot of Issues, but he isn't going to say that to a troll adult that he's only been talking to for a few minutes.] It doesn't really, um, happen a lot.

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[...Looks at him. Trying to figure out if he's... you know... lying or not. Not that he'd really blame him! They haven't been talking all that long and this tower thing is obviously a pretty messed up situation... He feels like this would be easier if he knew his own tells... but he doesn't! So after a moment he stops scrutinizing him and... IDK IF HE'S STILL WHEELCHAIR BOUND but if he is, the Summoner will look at the chair instead. If not... idk... something. Looking up and down the hallway I guess man this tag is really quality]

Is it just you... that these things happen to?

[pchaaair]

[He's only in a wheelchair because his robolegs are... kind of unreliable sometimes without Equius to fix them properly... IT IS THE MOST QUALITY TAG EVER.]

Not really. It, err, happens to everyone here, and not just me, although some people get it worse sometimes.

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[Only quality tags when it's early lkjsldkfjsdf BUT OKAY COOL, then he... kind of frowns, worriedly?, and after a moment he'll go over to him to get a closer look at dis chair business]

Is this an experiment, uh... here? [Touching the metal. HOW CURIOUS...]

[pchaaair]

[Oh. Right. Wheelchair.]

Uh. This isn't, because my legs aren't really fixed right now, but they will be soon, since the four-wheeled device isn't really, um, practical, or anything like that.

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[He is surprised you haven't been culled yet if your legs don't work...................... Wow, that is really an unnecessarily hideous thought to be thinking about tiny!him, and it makes him lean back a little, looking Tavros over again]

What happened. If uh... you want to answer, I guess.

[pchaaair]

[WELL. To be honest, Tavros is actually pretty surprised he's managed to survive so long without being culled too. He knows he's not really a good troll, but living in the middle of nowhere probably helped him.]

They broke when I was fighting something, and they haven't really been properly fixed since, since the troll that was fixing them isn't really, err, here anymore, to do anything like that. They usually work, though, and this is definitely not a common thing that, um, happens.

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[...ljsdf excuse him, he's just going to... tap a claw against your knee! Just to hear the sound it makes against the metal legs. Crippled trolls are just not a thing you see... ever... in the ranks of the cavalreapers, so he's curious. Even if... knowing that this kid, who basically is him when he was six, is one of them is... kinda disturbing. Definitely still not sure what to think about all of this... )8]

And they'll be fixed again soon. Right?

[pchaaair]

[Blame it on your matesprit's descendant. }:( HE WOULDN'T BE HURT IF IT WEREN'T FOR HER OKAY.]

Yeah. They are definitely going to be fixed then, so, that is a thing that will happen.

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[Baww what a bitch. )8 He would have words for them if he even knew who either of them were...]

Well... good. [Takes a step back FINALLY WHAT ARE BOUNDARIES MAN and sets his hands on his hips. He has now determined that, however he gets out of here, he'll be taking this kid with him. After he gets his legs fixed. Yep, because he's still for sure getting out of here definitely]

Hey, what's your name anyway?

[pchaaair]

[YAY PERSONAL SPACE IS HIS AGAIN and he is kind of glad about that because he sure likes his personal space.]

I'm Tavros Nitram. [Okay yeah, definitely better than his meeting with the Condesce, but. It's not really hard for a meeting to go better than any meeting with the Condesce.]

Would it be, err, rude, if I asked who you were, since, you look kind of familiar, but I don't think I've seen you before. [Aside from in his imaginationnnnn and maybe in one of his schoolfeeding lessons. Kinda shifting in the wheelchair awkwardly too.]

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[pff... chuckles faintly, to himself. Of course he looks familiar you are a tiny, nervous version of him!]

[But... man, this question. He hasn't had to introduce himself in... goodness, a sweep or more. He had made a point of giving up his name when his wings pupated! The message had always seemed more important then whatever identity he had attached to his name, but he supposes that might not really work right now, without his cavalreapers, without the rebellion to speak for him...]

[Pauses, thinking... He could always take the old one back but that seems rather fickle of him. Promises are important even when you are the only one that remembers them...! Hm hm hm... Eventually, he answers: ]

They were calling me the Summoner, the last I heard... But I think I would be okay if you wanted to call me something else. [Since a title like that might be kind of weird... His smile is easy though. He doesn't mind either way, little bro, and you definitely don't need to be shifting all around like that 8>]

[pchaaair]

Oh. Uh. Well, there is not really anything else for me to call you, so, I guess I will just call you the Summoner, and leave it at that. Unless there is something else you want me to call you. [THE SMILE IS HELPING-- he's not as uneasy anymore, but. He's still going to be kinda nervous and all that fun stuff. The title rings a slight bell, too, but it hasn't clicked just yet. Man, it sure would've been nice if lowbloods cared more about their ancestors, right?? Sorry Summoner. }:(]

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[Baww it's okay. He's a lowblood too so he understands ('8 The idea that this kid might be his descendent is not a thing that's occurred to him either pff]

No, it's a good name, I think. [Smiles a little brighter!] It's good to meet you, Tavros, even if uh... the situation is maybe less then ideal.

[pchaaair]

[What a wonderful Ancestor-Descendant pair we got here, man.]

Uh. It's nice to meet you too, Summoner, even if-- yeah. It's not really a good situation to meet in.