thecapitol | A dream I dreamed // OPEN

Who: The Disciple & Anyone
What: Exploring the center from the elevator doors
Where:Training Center Elevator/Any Floor
When: Today, anytime
Warnings: Probably tears.

Too many hands had touched her this morning for comfort. A woman used to living alone and running if people came too close was not suited to strange aliens manhandling her or others insisting that her clothing be changed. Her hissing and tearing at the clothing they pressed at her just got hurt scared looks and she felt a pang. No stronger than grubs, these creatures with their clothes and devices held out pleadingly. Eventually guilt and a sense of inevitability made her take the clothes she was offered and let them pull the knots from her hair.

They called themselves humans when she asked. Humans. Aliens. Was she merely a creature to them, to be kept for their amusement, killing and playing their games. Hardly. She pulled on the only thing she had managed to save from their hands, a long skin and fur cape, and held it closed over the clothing. As much as she liked the leather and fur that adorned her outfit, she almost wanted to tear it off.

The Disciple did, at least, want to find out where she was being kept beyond these rooms. A way out was probably too much to ask at this point, given that they had subdued her before. Their words and explanations flew over her head, things she didn't know of or understand. They at least managed to explain the elevator to her and when she asked if she was to merely stay here, they encouraged her to go look around. Technology she didn't quite understand swept her up and down until her stomach was queasy and at each new floor, she surveyed the area from the elevator doors and occasionally stepped off to explore.

She's not as silent as she hopes with new clothes to adjust to and the ding that precedes her at every floor makes any hope of a silent entry impossible.

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He normally ignores the elevator, but hearing it come by several times gets Cuthbert's attention. As does the troll riding in it.

"Miss Nepeta? Gan, what did they do to you? You look... nice."

He approaches with the comfortable gait of someone who knows who he's talking to.

Given that half the interaction with humans had been forcing her into things and places, she skitters backwards automatically. She's wide-eyed and more than a little on edge. What did she expect from venturing forth into places really?

She steels herself with the knowledge of her own stupidity and pulls herself up to her full not so impressive height.

"I'm not Nepeta. Who are you? Who's Nepeta?" Her old skill at conversation has definitely fallen off.

"Whoa... hold! Cry pardon for the mistake you look a great deal like a friend."

He backs off immediately, he doesn't have guns to defend himself and if this stranger doesn't understand how violence is looked down on in the tribute tower he doesn't want to start something.

Not to mention that Nepeta was a bit more than a friend and if this woman had anything to do with her it wouldn't be good to upset her.

When he backs off, she tries to calm the adrenaline that had sent her running. If he was going to be friendly, she should at least try as well. She lowers hands automatically raised to defend.

"Another troll." That's the only thing that could look like her. She runs through it in her head. Would this human know of blood colors? Maybe. If they killed here. But would the Nepeta be alive? Best to try to figure out all the basics of who she looked like and if they were a threat. Another troll could be friend or foe here.

"What color was she? More yellow than mine?" She nicks a finger with a sharp fang and shows him the bright green blood, "Or bluer? Purple?"

He starts a little when she makes herself bleed, he's still not used to that being so important.

"Don't! You needn't... her blood is the same color as yours. And please don't ask how I know."

He would rather not bring up the last time he saw her dead. But now that he knows this troll is more or less her identical duplicate he can make a safe guess as to what she is. He knows two other similar pairs, it isn't hard to put two and two together to get four.

"You're older than she is, from before her time. You wouldn't know her."

Disciple licks up the drop of blood. It's just a drop, not enough to worry over. She shakes her head at his dramatic reaction and raise an eyebrow. There isn't a need to ask. They fight. Blood is spilled. She's sure his color has shown. Yet, there's no need to worry about the same color. So many troll shared her olive hue. And many more would as well.

"...Before her time." Time. She's from another time. Somehow that makes more sense than not and she shakes her head, "Then it's no concern. She wouldn't know of me if I'm long dead."

Not quite the case, but it's neither here nor there what really happened. He's trying to keep things calm before she does something else unexpected that could result in trouble.

"She may still want to meet thee. As will the other trolls here, they already number near a dozen."

He's still moving slowly and gently around her like he would with an unsettled horse.

A dozen trolls. She hopes she won't have to face all of them at once. A short fight, even if she's a decent fighter. But meeting them would be good. Perhaps there's at least one like minded person among them.

"If she does, we'll come to that--I'm not a wounded herdbeast. I won't bolt."

"You're more of a purrbeast, aye?"

He really is trying to be as calming with her as he can. For some reason the younger trolls have been better about grasping what's happening to them than the older trolls and he wants to make sure things are okay.

"Shall I go with you to see her? She's a friend of mine."

She's about to ask how he knew her affinity--but her horns are shaped a little purrbeast like. Perhaps it's just a lucky guess.

"No. I'd rather meet trolls on my own terms." Who knew if the Nepeta was a peaceful troll or one prone to killing. Best to let things happen as they might. She had no real plans to make friends with trolls she didn't know. Trust was fragile enough without being forced.

"Who are you?"

It's entirely based on what he knows about Nepeta, otherwise he wouldn't even know the term "purrbeast".

"As you wish, she will be curious about you either way, I wot. Forgive my manners, I am Cuthbert Allgood, son of Robert."

He gives her a little bow to go with his introduction.

She watches his bow with confusion. He talks half like a highblood but bows to her. Humans were strange but this one seemed stranger than most. She nodded at him, in lieu of a bow and realized she should at least give a name.

Her title could do little harm with a human at least.

"The Disciple. I'm the Disciple. My title."

"Aright. You'll fit in well with our other titled trolls. They may even know thee, or likeways you may know them."

So far she's the jumpiest troll he's met, so he's still somewhat on edge talking to her, he really doesn't want to scare her more than he already has.

"Do you know which floor you live on?"

She can't hope to know any of them, given that titles are given or earned by all adults. But he's being kind and she really tries to calm down now. She doesn't have a choice in being here after all.

"Seventh."

"Not a bad place to be, I know a few people there and I know they'll not cross thee."

He can't guarantee anything more than that, but it's enough of a start and what he guesses the Disciple wants to hear right now.

"I live here on the third floor and I would be happy to help you if you need it. If you don't find me here, I'm likely training. Have you seen the facility?"

She nods quickly, it was one of her stops along this ride up and down so far. Or rather someone else's stop.

"I have. Thank you for the help." She says quickly, before he can suggest training together or the like. She doesn't know him quite well enough to trust him with a weapon.

"Good, then you'll know where to find me should you need me."

He isn't sure what else he can tell her, this is awkward and strange and he feels like he should find Nepeta before anything else happens just to make sure she hasn't suddenly grown up while he wasn't looking.

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