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thearena2014-06-07 12:57 am
disciplewhomsignlessloves) wrote in thearena2014-06-07 12:57 am
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Along came a spider; OPEN
Who| Disciple, Vriska, OPEN
What| Disciple meets the Spider troll and later gets attacked by a spider. Coincidence? Yes.
Where| Fountain in Park; Main Street
When| Backdated Pre-Hellrena
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence? Arena warning.
A. For Vriska
It's quiet here, in the park. Quiet and mostly deserted. The buzz of insects is somewhere nearby but she thinks she can rest. The fountain is crumbling, like everything, but enough remains to sit on for a moment. She can even close her eyes, think about something beyond the next step for a moment. She's tired and a little hungry, so when her bag slips off her shoulder onto the crumbling cement beside her, she lets it lay.
Time seems to slip past her as she starts to half doze. She was never much good at noon, especially not after days of wandering aimlessly.
B. OPEN
The buildings appear suddenly through the fog as she steps carefully over a crack. Some time, maybe a few days ago or maybe several, a crack has split open wide under her feet and it was only her quick reflexes that kept her from dropping to her death. She knew it was before she had found Signless and Karkat, but not exactly when. Time isn't exactly easy to keep track of in this place, with fog so dense it seems to make the world perptually grey. It didn't really matter. Lesson learned.
Before her, shapes move in the twilight and she watches one of those strange bugs drift near the front of a house, buzz up--then quickly away. She frowned, watching it disappear into the fog. Not going to catch that one, she thought, and walked on. She'd have to catch one at some point. She didn't have the time or safety to put up a trap for some beast.
With her mind was so preoccupied with the hunger swirling in her stomach, she didn't hear the shift and scatter of rooftiles until a pale leg was already in front of her face and a sharp claw hooked in her shirt.
"Shit."
A quick kick only brought those claws closer, grabbing at the clothing and digging into skin. No, breath, think. The next kick is at the horrible mouth, worse than any horror she had seen--and briefly she wonders if this what the Empresses's lusus looks like, terrible and frightening--but she has no time to think about stupid things. The spider, if you can call it that, had dropped her and every second counted.
"Shit shit shit, never going to prioritize food over people again." Stupid quadrants and descendants sending her back out into this madness. Find them and keep them close next time.
A sound behind her might be a person or it might be another creature come to share the feast and honestly at this point, she's sure things can't get worse.
"If you're coming to kill me, can you wait just a minute? I'm--" And she has to duck another claw, all the while trying to find that wrench she stupidly left in the bag, "I'm busy!"
What| Disciple meets the Spider troll and later gets attacked by a spider. Coincidence? Yes.
Where| Fountain in Park; Main Street
When| Backdated Pre-Hellrena
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence? Arena warning.
A. For Vriska
It's quiet here, in the park. Quiet and mostly deserted. The buzz of insects is somewhere nearby but she thinks she can rest. The fountain is crumbling, like everything, but enough remains to sit on for a moment. She can even close her eyes, think about something beyond the next step for a moment. She's tired and a little hungry, so when her bag slips off her shoulder onto the crumbling cement beside her, she lets it lay.
Time seems to slip past her as she starts to half doze. She was never much good at noon, especially not after days of wandering aimlessly.
B. OPEN
The buildings appear suddenly through the fog as she steps carefully over a crack. Some time, maybe a few days ago or maybe several, a crack has split open wide under her feet and it was only her quick reflexes that kept her from dropping to her death. She knew it was before she had found Signless and Karkat, but not exactly when. Time isn't exactly easy to keep track of in this place, with fog so dense it seems to make the world perptually grey. It didn't really matter. Lesson learned.
Before her, shapes move in the twilight and she watches one of those strange bugs drift near the front of a house, buzz up--then quickly away. She frowned, watching it disappear into the fog. Not going to catch that one, she thought, and walked on. She'd have to catch one at some point. She didn't have the time or safety to put up a trap for some beast.
With her mind was so preoccupied with the hunger swirling in her stomach, she didn't hear the shift and scatter of rooftiles until a pale leg was already in front of her face and a sharp claw hooked in her shirt.
"Shit."
A quick kick only brought those claws closer, grabbing at the clothing and digging into skin. No, breath, think. The next kick is at the horrible mouth, worse than any horror she had seen--and briefly she wonders if this what the Empresses's lusus looks like, terrible and frightening--but she has no time to think about stupid things. The spider, if you can call it that, had dropped her and every second counted.
"Shit shit shit, never going to prioritize food over people again." Stupid quadrants and descendants sending her back out into this madness. Find them and keep them close next time.
A sound behind her might be a person or it might be another creature come to share the feast and honestly at this point, she's sure things can't get worse.
"If you're coming to kill me, can you wait just a minute? I'm--" And she has to duck another claw, all the while trying to find that wrench she stupidly left in the bag, "I'm busy!"
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"Equius, that was it." She paused, running her nails along her legs, filing them slightly against the fabric. It wouldn't help, it wasn't rough enough, but it soothed her as she thought. Once she had given out her hatchname, afraid of the wrath the title might bring down upon her. Afraid of the stigma that came attached. Now it seemed more prudent to go the other way around.
"The Disciple. That's my title at least."
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After a pregnant pause she gave her a small grin as she leans up against the crumbling fountain, arms crossing. “Well it’s nice to meet you. We trolls have to look out for one another, right"
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"Clearly you haven't met the Initiate. He is--or was--a firm believer in quadrants first and everyone else can die. I tend to believe the best of people but I know the best is often more theoretical."
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"The Initiate?" She cocked a brow at her, "Wait, are they here? I don't think I've ran into them if he is."
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She thinks on it for a moment, "Oh--there was a seadweller when I arrive but he disappeared. I never got his name. And a brownblood that I never really got a chance to speak to."