Did you fall out of the stupid tree?

[thebestoffense]

Who: Volanz and OPEN!
What: Exploring and falling in the wreck that used to be Tarzan's Tree House
Where: Tarzan's Tree House in Adventureland
When: Sometime into the first week, he's a little late to the party
Warnings/Notes: Nothing really, he's probably more afraid of you than you should be of him.

Volanz was up a tree. It wasn't a real tree, but it was tall and that was good enough for him. It meant he could see things.

The young troll was out on the end of one of the tree's longer branches, squinting doubtfully northward. He didn't like that it was so bright out, but at least it did help him see the shapes of the distant carcasses of old attractions. What the hell was this place?

Unfortunately, it wasn't giving him much of an idea of where to find food. Water wasn't going to be a problem at all, he'd already figured out there was so much water. He could probably get fish out of it if he had to, but he'd need some kind of tool to do it.

He sighed, disappointed, and crawled backward to get over to the rail he'd come up off of. He tested with one leg to see if it'd hold his weight again, unsure of the decaying wood, then climbed down onto it ag-

SNAP

Volanz yelled as he dropped, bounced off a branch that took the breath out of him, and only just managed to grab hold of the next one to arrest his fall.

He clung to it, upside down with eyes squeezed shut listening to his heart hammer for a moment. Oh god oh god oh god.

Then he opened one eye and looked down.

He snapped it shut again and clung tighter.

The ground was awfully far away.

"Fuck."

Comments

[nunpunching]

"No shade there, but you gonna cap innocent people for it? That shit's jacked."

[thebestoffense]

Volanz sighs, frustrated.

"Look, it's not like it's what I would be doing ordinarily, okay?"

[nunpunching]

"Ah, that's 'kay. It's way up in my joint, this saving peeps shizz. Killin', not so much."

[thebestoffense]

"Is it your job?"

Volanz is still struggling with Punchy's english. Or language that sort of resembles english.

[nunpunching]

"It's my dream, dawg." Punchy gives a far-off, heroic gaze, which would look so much better if he actually had both eyes.

[thebestoffense]

Volanz shakes his head, a little sadly. "I just want to live. I mean, it's not anything personal? I'm sort of afraid to die. That's all it is. Aren't you?"

[nunpunching]

"Not really." Punchy doesn't really think about it. "Kinda shit I can't bust up on my own funeral, though."

[thebestoffense]

Volanz frowns. "Well, I guess you're a lot braver than me?" he says. He should probably get going, do something. They're out in the open here. Maybe someone dangerous will see them.

...But his curiosity has the better of him for the moment.

"But. Um. What exactly is a funeral?"

[nunpunching]

Punchy runs his hand through his hair, preening.

"You know, it's where you pour a little honey and some peace for your fallen brothers."

[thebestoffense]

Volanz just kind of stares at him like he just proposed pouring honey on corpses.

At least, that's what he's going to take from that.

"Okay," he says.

"That is all the more reason for me to not want to have one of those."

He starts moving, to head away from the weird alien.

"I guess good luck with the being alive thing? Thankyou for helping me out of the tree."

[nunpunching]

"No big, homie. Good luck up in this bitch!" Punchy flashes a gang sign at Volanz and makes his exit.