and mortal men and all things

[evangeleo.livejournal.com]

Characters: The Disciple and you!
Setting: Room 2-05 and everywhere!
Format: Starting in action, will match!
Summary: The Disciple arrives and goes investigating.
Warnings: None at the moment?

[The Disciple awakes with a start, and panic sets in as she struggles to move for those first moments of being paralyzed. The moment she's free, she springs up and out of the bed in a flurry of sheets and hair. She stares around wildly, wondering if she's been captured despite her caution. In the next few minutes, she finds the letters and reads them, and then locates the chest and changes her clothing.

She slips out of the room cautiously and down the hallway, keeping herself pressed to the wall to keep as out of view as she can. But it's a little hard to hide when there's nothing in the halls to hide behind.]

Comments

[evangeleo.livejournal.com]

Is that so? How many, would you say?

[savedbyasong.livejournal.com]

I have seen at least fifteen different members of your kind I think already.

[evangeleo.livejournal.com]

Not nearly enough to be all of our race. But it is good to know that others of my race have survived. You wouldn't by chance know if the mothergrub managed to be saved as well, do you?

[savedbyasong.livejournal.com]

[Confused blinking] I'm sorry I do not know what the mothergrub is.

[evangeleo.livejournal.com]

It is what gives birth to our race. Without it our race will cease to reproduce and thrive. We will be the only trolls left if she was not spared.

[savedbyasong.livejournal.com]

Oh [He looks sad and confused, but mainly sad because even though he doesn't understand how one thing can give birth to a race it would be very bad if trolls were to die out!] I hope she is here then, what does she look like perhaps I can look for her?