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thecapitol2013-06-05 02:37 am
xanthous) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-05 02:37 am
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Who| The Psiioniic and YOU! Plus the Initiate.
What| The Psiioniic is in the Capitol. Humans are both disgusting and fascinating, and he has a horrible sweet tooth.
Where| The Capitol! Typically near shopping areas.
When| Todayyy.
Warnings/Notes| The Initiate being a violent, creepy clown.
Closed to the Initiate
The Capitol is large and bustling, and the Psiioniic isn't quite fond of it. He's gotten far too used to being alone, with just the stars and space bending around him to be used to anything like this. He stays close to the Initiate, hoping the large, imposing troll will help keep others away.
And he does, for the most part. Or at least the Psiioniic can believe he does, and it gives him a small comfort. He can focus on the objects around him, stopping at a few small shops so he can pick through things with the Initiate by his side.
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The Psiioniic has found heaven. Or, well, something close to the troll equivalent.
He's standing in a stall selling a variety of honey and other sweets, and he looks baffled. He's holding a sample spoon, the woman behind the stall looking nervous as he stares at her blankly. He keeps bring the spoon to his lips, chewing on it briefly before asking for another sample.
If someone doesn't stop him he's liable to eat all the honey in the store, and if anyone gets close they'll hear him making odd chirpy noises and see him blinking rapidly. He's just...he's very confused and conflicted over the honey, and he needs help.
What| The Psiioniic is in the Capitol. Humans are both disgusting and fascinating, and he has a horrible sweet tooth.
Where| The Capitol! Typically near shopping areas.
When| Todayyy.
Warnings/Notes| The Initiate being a violent, creepy clown.
Closed to the Initiate
The Capitol is large and bustling, and the Psiioniic isn't quite fond of it. He's gotten far too used to being alone, with just the stars and space bending around him to be used to anything like this. He stays close to the Initiate, hoping the large, imposing troll will help keep others away.
And he does, for the most part. Or at least the Psiioniic can believe he does, and it gives him a small comfort. He can focus on the objects around him, stopping at a few small shops so he can pick through things with the Initiate by his side.
Open
The Psiioniic has found heaven. Or, well, something close to the troll equivalent.
He's standing in a stall selling a variety of honey and other sweets, and he looks baffled. He's holding a sample spoon, the woman behind the stall looking nervous as he stares at her blankly. He keeps bring the spoon to his lips, chewing on it briefly before asking for another sample.
If someone doesn't stop him he's liable to eat all the honey in the store, and if anyone gets close they'll hear him making odd chirpy noises and see him blinking rapidly. He's just...he's very confused and conflicted over the honey, and he needs help.
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His acquaintance hadn't been lying about the pastries. They're light, flaky, sweet but not overpoweringly so; he'll have to bring back his compliments. (He'd be enjoying it a little more if he weren't hanging with more anxiety than he'd care to admit on the troll's reaction.)
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But he does nibble on the pastry, and it gets completely shredded by his teeth. It's obvious he wasn't mad like humans were, with teeth that tear and grind, and that he's more like some sort of carnivorous beast with teeth meant only to tear and damage. A giant, carnivorous insect, really.
He has to admit that it's pretty nice, pretty damn delicious, and he looks pleased as he devours it.
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Maybe, just maybe, he's going to be able to salvage this. Neffa keeps a smile on, and uses it cover the uneasiness that the movement of those teeth provokes. He does his best not to envision them in the arena - to picture them tearing at a throat (at his throat, and no, that's stopping right there). Small wonder the troll finds human language difficult to navigate.
"No nasty side effects, I hope?" he asks encouragingly, widening his smile, because that is most definitely easier to deliver as a joke.