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concoursec2011-07-19 05:15 am
agt-doubletap.livejournal.com) wrote in concoursec2011-07-19 05:15 am
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Character(s): Sollux Captor and some White SeeD.
Location: Woods just outside of Timber.
Rating: PG for possible swearing, but not much else.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: Sollux gets picked up after a post-dimensional travel panic attack.
He'd run as soon as he'd realized where he was - which was anywhere but his respiteblock on Karkat's ship. He'd gone to sleep with Karkat at his side, but upon waking he'd found himself in a foreign city, surrounded by a species of alien he'd never heard of let alone seen in person. It didn't make any sense. Where had the rest of the crew gone? Where was Aradia? Why had he been left alone here?
He didn't take the locals trying to approach him very well. His first instinct was to attack, and despite not being sure that was the right decision, god, it would have been the easy thing. Thankfully, it was hard to corner someone that could fly, and before any of them had gotten close enough that he felt compelled to hurt them he'd escaped into the air and headed straight for city limits. The further away he could get from the natives, the better. He needed some space to think, to clear his head.
That was more difficult than he'd have liked, most days.
He'd found some woodland not far from the city, and that was where he finally landed. Even the flora looked different, and the vertigo of his displacement had thoroughly shaken him. There was so much noise in his head, so many conflicting, screaming demands that he could hardly move, let alone think. He stumbled into one of the trees and stayed there, sinking down to the ground and trying desperately to get his head together. Where were the others? What had happened to him? Had any of what he'd just experienced been real in the first place?
His method of psionic flight wasn't very subtle. The aliens had probably seen which direction he'd gone, which probably meant he'd be pursued. Most other species didn't like trolls, and with good reason. He knew he needed to think about how to defend himself, how to find the others, how to get out of this situation. But he couldn't. He couldn't even bring himself to get up.
Location: Woods just outside of Timber.
Rating: PG for possible swearing, but not much else.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: Sollux gets picked up after a post-dimensional travel panic attack.
He'd run as soon as he'd realized where he was - which was anywhere but his respiteblock on Karkat's ship. He'd gone to sleep with Karkat at his side, but upon waking he'd found himself in a foreign city, surrounded by a species of alien he'd never heard of let alone seen in person. It didn't make any sense. Where had the rest of the crew gone? Where was Aradia? Why had he been left alone here?
He didn't take the locals trying to approach him very well. His first instinct was to attack, and despite not being sure that was the right decision, god, it would have been the easy thing. Thankfully, it was hard to corner someone that could fly, and before any of them had gotten close enough that he felt compelled to hurt them he'd escaped into the air and headed straight for city limits. The further away he could get from the natives, the better. He needed some space to think, to clear his head.
That was more difficult than he'd have liked, most days.
He'd found some woodland not far from the city, and that was where he finally landed. Even the flora looked different, and the vertigo of his displacement had thoroughly shaken him. There was so much noise in his head, so many conflicting, screaming demands that he could hardly move, let alone think. He stumbled into one of the trees and stayed there, sinking down to the ground and trying desperately to get his head together. Where were the others? What had happened to him? Had any of what he'd just experienced been real in the first place?
His method of psionic flight wasn't very subtle. The aliens had probably seen which direction he'd gone, which probably meant he'd be pursued. Most other species didn't like trolls, and with good reason. He knew he needed to think about how to defend himself, how to find the others, how to get out of this situation. But he couldn't. He couldn't even bring himself to get up.
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"Do I have a choice?" Important detail, that.
Apologies for the delay!