10-29-2015, 12:39 PM
Dikudu had lapsed into silence. Though his eyes were covered behind heavily-tinted glasses, it was evident enough he wasn't looking at anything in particular. An unfocused, thousand yard stare, only loosely directed toward the fountain. There was the faintest indicator of some sort of duress, with a deep grimace distorting his features, one corner of his mouth curled up in a teeth-baring snarl.
UN-MOTHERFUCKING-BELIEVABLE, YOU DISGRACEFUL LITTLE SHIT. AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A HIGHBLOOD.
The screeching echoed in his head with such an intensity, it wouldn't have surprised the troll at all if it was clearly audible to anyone in his immediate vicinity.
Luckily he was "rescued" from his mental antagonization by Aeris speaking up again, the sound of his name catching his attention. His head turned slowly to take stock of her out of one eye. "There ix no need to apologize. Home muxt be important to you ax it ix to the humanx I have xpoken with, even if it ix not the xpecific home you hail from." He fished about in his pocket and eventually came out with something that looked very much like a small leather-bound notepad. He flipped open the cover, and a display flickered to life, filled with static but quickly stabilizing to a rudimentary interface not unlike a computer. "It appearx my portable computational device ix xtill functioning adequately..." He flipped it shut again, and deposited it in his pocket once again.
"I cannot fathom any reaxon for future communication without xpecific need for it, but if you wish to...ax xomeone told me, ximply 'talk', you are welcome to contact me." He turned his head fully to face Aeris, with a slight inclination as some bizarre gesture of farewell. "If you are the type to believe in luck, then I hope whatever luck you have ix of the poxitive kind, and your 'home' ix adequate to your needx."
UN-MOTHERFUCKING-BELIEVABLE, YOU DISGRACEFUL LITTLE SHIT. AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A HIGHBLOOD.
The screeching echoed in his head with such an intensity, it wouldn't have surprised the troll at all if it was clearly audible to anyone in his immediate vicinity.
Luckily he was "rescued" from his mental antagonization by Aeris speaking up again, the sound of his name catching his attention. His head turned slowly to take stock of her out of one eye. "There ix no need to apologize. Home muxt be important to you ax it ix to the humanx I have xpoken with, even if it ix not the xpecific home you hail from." He fished about in his pocket and eventually came out with something that looked very much like a small leather-bound notepad. He flipped open the cover, and a display flickered to life, filled with static but quickly stabilizing to a rudimentary interface not unlike a computer. "It appearx my portable computational device ix xtill functioning adequately..." He flipped it shut again, and deposited it in his pocket once again.
"I cannot fathom any reaxon for future communication without xpecific need for it, but if you wish to...ax xomeone told me, ximply 'talk', you are welcome to contact me." He turned his head fully to face Aeris, with a slight inclination as some bizarre gesture of farewell. "If you are the type to believe in luck, then I hope whatever luck you have ix of the poxitive kind, and your 'home' ix adequate to your needx."
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