Sephos was more than a little confused by what he was feeling. This concern, this specific concern... he'd never really had any reason to feel that way before.
At the Space tower, he had felt fear. Confusion. Anxiety. Uncertainty.
When Maku had gone dormant, he'd felt unease over his future and a painful loneliness that stuck in his pushbiscuit -- much like trying to swallow a bite of food too big for him. A feeling he couldn't get rid of. Like a burr.
This was different, so very different. He was safe - as safe as he ever was on this planet, which was safe enough for his liking. But... Punkie, Nucleo, Amonee, Nictor, Hemera, Rastin... people he knew and cared about (or made sure he knew, now) were going to a place so far beyond his understanding, into danger far over his branching horns. He was painfully aware of the predatory reality of his universe - that someone close to him could go to space, could wave goodbye to him... and then never return.
There were others - the Juggalo Aiguma and her moirail Sinter Hellig - that didn't come up in his first thoughts, but they came up as he thought about it further, about the ecosystem of trollkind and the connections he'd managed to suss out between people. If they didn't come back, if others like them didn't come back, other trolls would be effected, maybe even people he cared about. And so, he was concerned for them, too.
He'd tried to endure that for as long as he could. There was much to do, after all -- chores and such. But eventually he could do so no more - he had to check up on the people fighting on the ships. He paid a visit to the military barracks, bringing bouquets of flowers. After all, that was what one brought when one wished someone well, right? People liked flowers.
He carried his armful of wrapped flowers into the cramped, enclosed space, his glowering gaze searching through the offices and rooms for people he knew...
HP: 20/20 Military Grade Daggers +1 DMG Novice Trinket, Defensive style B 3/3 Novice trinket, Offensive style A 3/3 Novice Support Artifact, Style B! 1/1
Roll 1d4. 1, 2, 3 = 1/4 HP Restored 4 = Max HP Restored
Offensive Adept Artifact, Style B! 2/2
Roll 2d6. Deal double damage on this attack. +1 ongoing DMG for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.
Not good enough.
"Am I not good enough? UGH!" Eridia had tried her best to get another offplanet assignment but it seemed impossible. Everytime it seemed like she was rejected to lead another team to detonate or bring back a ship! Sure, her last ship got recalled but it couldn't possibly be because of her right?
No. It had to be.
Storming down the hallways, Eridia tried her best to keep it together and not get herself into trouble. She was part of the military now and as of now a petty fit could get her off duty. That's what she had thought anyways. And what was will all the trolls and flowers? Why didn't she get one?
"Doesn't anyone care about my well-being?" Her so called friends should be showering her in flowers and hopes for her return by now! Not a message, not even a sticky note. She HATED all of this so much. So Eridia did whatever she could to grab as many of the flowers she had found outside the quarters and threw them away. If she didn't get any then no one could.
The lavenderblood's eyes began to well up and she sniffled thinking how trolls just didn't care about her anymore. They were all hypocrites. It didn't take long for her to spot Sephos carrying...
Flowers....
Weren't those wrapped in the same way?
With both her hands spinning her daggers, Eridia followed the greenblood until she decided to approach him. Let him know she was there. "Hey!" She called out sternly before she slashed at him with her dagger.
"I demand to know who's the sender." She glared. "Now."
At the offices he knew already (or where there were symbols he recognized) he had resorted to leaving the flowers there. He didn't know if anyone would understand their messages, but it was enough to send them, and the basic message of concern - of caring - would come across. He hoped.
Someone was behind him - yelling at him. He turned, startled - He'd heard their footsteps but he hadn't really been paying attention to them. He had reason to be nervous, but upon seeing that it was Eridia, he relaxed... until she cut him.
"Wha?!" he exclaimed in a yelp, shoving at her. Green splattered to the floor - staining flowers and paper that had fallen to the floor as he raised his arms defensively.
HP: 18/20 Military Grade Daggers +1 DMG Novice Trinket, Defensive style B 3/3 Novice trinket, Offensive style A 3/3 Novice Support Artifact, Style B! 1/1
Roll 1d4. 1, 2, 3 = 1/4 HP Restored 4 = Max HP Restored
Offensive Adept Artifact, Style B! 2/2
Roll 2d6. Deal double damage on this attack. +1 ongoing DMG for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.
"Answer me!" She raised her weapon again, eyes fixed on the greenblood. Eridia wasn't leaving without an answer and even if she got one, she wasn't stopping. She needed to let the frustration out, and honestly fighting was her only outlet.
"Who is sending all of those flowers Sephos?" And why hadn't she received any? "I'm warning you, you don't want to see me angry." She slashed again, waiting for the greenblood's reply. Maybe a few more cuts would do the trick.
"Aaaah!" Sephos' arms went up to protect himself, getting cut up pretty badly. "Aaaaaa-geddoffff!" he shoved at her again, managing to scootch back and away. Flowers were all around him now - it was almost pretty in a fae way, his green blood like dew on top of them.
She'd asked him a question - maybe answering it would make things stop!
"M-me! I'm sendin' em!" he managed, teeth bared (well, they always were) in fear and frustration as he tried to stagger back to his feet.
HP: 12/20 Military Grade Daggers +1 DMG Novice Trinket, Defensive style B 3/3 Novice trinket, Offensive style A 3/3 Novice Support Artifact, Style B! 1/1
Roll 1d4. 1, 2, 3 = 1/4 HP Restored 4 = Max HP Restored
Offensive Adept Artifact, Style B! 1/2
Roll 2d6. Deal double damage on this attack. +1 ongoing DMG for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.
Eridia couldn't believe it. He had been sending flowers, too everyone but her. The highblood couldn't stop shaking with ire. "...Really." She muttered in disgust, taking her robot skull that was pinned on her poofy hair and looked at the greenblood with glazed eyes.
"Then I'll send you THIS." She shot him, she missed him, but that didn't mean that she kept trying to hit him.
Sephos had no idea what was coming but, at the loud noise, he rolled out of the way. Into, as it happened, a wall that he could use to stand up.
The skull was terrifying. And also, somehow, a weapon? For some reason, in his panic and frustration addled mind, he didn't think to run. With a long corridor like that - and with the wounds he'd already taken - it probably wouldn't have done that much good anyway.
"Stop it!" he said, frantically charging forward and grabbing at the skull.
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