A L A I N
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His eyes darted around the coliseum but failed to linger on any one thing in particular. Alain was shocked to say the least. The rush of panic, pain and new stimuli jumbled his brain into a massive mess. There was no way for him to decipher what had happened and what is currently happening. Even as he narrowed to studying just those closest he failed to dray a significant conclusion.
One of them had yelled something when he first arrived. Or maybe it was the cheering crowd that rang in his ears. A welcome, a call to action, and several smaller voices. He picked out the least confused looking people and decided they were the ones who spoke. Everyone else must be in the same boat as him.
Someone from the latter group approached him. His eyes widened at the extravagance of her garb. Clothing and textiles were important to his small kingdom and he had yet to see something like what she wore. He shook the fear from his head and stars from his eyes as he righted his posture- this was no way to behave.
”I’ve certainly seen better days." Alain quipped dryly with a friendly smile. He extended his intact hand only to recoil immediately after. He would have to leave her hanging, both his hands were stained crimson at the palms.
"You wouldn’t happen to know what’s going on," He asked hopefully, "I seemed to have missed something important." He went back to holding his aching had with the other. His friendly smile never faltered in a futile attempt to disguise the red in his cheeks. It was incredibly embarrassing to be actively bleeding, it seems.
P E A R S E
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Pearse kneels in the thick undergrowth of a rarely traveled patch of woodlands. The sound of chirping bugs and singing birds but the goblin is not here for either. She leans over and squints into the darkness within a hollow rotting log. A grubby hand follows his line of sight until it reaches something at the back. They grab it and pull it out. It is a white speckled mushroom, and a large one at that. She reaches in and gathers a few more. This would make a fine addition to his stockpile!
They stand up with the mushrooms in their arms and turn to start back towards home. Ill-fitting boots fall silently while something else sounds. Pearse slows for a second and flicks her large ears in search for the new noise. The birds are singing but… with words. He turns quickly, started by something so new and absurd.
Instead of the woods behind them they find the expanses of a coliseum and the crowded stands that border it. She blinked- that was all. In that short amount of time he had somehow been transported.
No, that was impossible!
Pearse stood still as terror wracked their mind and body. Her tail wrapped around her legs, her ears flicked tightly back, and the mushrooms were squished against her chest. Everything was suddenly too loud and he could hardly move. They gradually scrunched up further and further until they were sitting on the ground, clutching unidentifiable mush against their stained shirt.
Interactions: Akane, open
His eyes darted around the coliseum but failed to linger on any one thing in particular. Alain was shocked to say the least. The rush of panic, pain and new stimuli jumbled his brain into a massive mess. There was no way for him to decipher what had happened and what is currently happening. Even as he narrowed to studying just those closest he failed to dray a significant conclusion.
One of them had yelled something when he first arrived. Or maybe it was the cheering crowd that rang in his ears. A welcome, a call to action, and several smaller voices. He picked out the least confused looking people and decided they were the ones who spoke. Everyone else must be in the same boat as him.
Someone from the latter group approached him. His eyes widened at the extravagance of her garb. Clothing and textiles were important to his small kingdom and he had yet to see something like what she wore. He shook the fear from his head and stars from his eyes as he righted his posture- this was no way to behave.
”I’ve certainly seen better days." Alain quipped dryly with a friendly smile. He extended his intact hand only to recoil immediately after. He would have to leave her hanging, both his hands were stained crimson at the palms.
"You wouldn’t happen to know what’s going on," He asked hopefully, "I seemed to have missed something important." He went back to holding his aching had with the other. His friendly smile never faltered in a futile attempt to disguise the red in his cheeks. It was incredibly embarrassing to be actively bleeding, it seems.
P E A R S E
Interactions: None, open
Pearse kneels in the thick undergrowth of a rarely traveled patch of woodlands. The sound of chirping bugs and singing birds but the goblin is not here for either. She leans over and squints into the darkness within a hollow rotting log. A grubby hand follows his line of sight until it reaches something at the back. They grab it and pull it out. It is a white speckled mushroom, and a large one at that. She reaches in and gathers a few more. This would make a fine addition to his stockpile!
They stand up with the mushrooms in their arms and turn to start back towards home. Ill-fitting boots fall silently while something else sounds. Pearse slows for a second and flicks her large ears in search for the new noise. The birds are singing but… with words. He turns quickly, started by something so new and absurd.
Instead of the woods behind them they find the expanses of a coliseum and the crowded stands that border it. She blinked- that was all. In that short amount of time he had somehow been transported.
No, that was impossible!
Pearse stood still as terror wracked their mind and body. Her tail wrapped around her legs, her ears flicked tightly back, and the mushrooms were squished against her chest. Everything was suddenly too loud and he could hardly move. They gradually scrunched up further and further until they were sitting on the ground, clutching unidentifiable mush against their stained shirt.
