11-17-2015, 09:25 PM
Kanaya nods to herself, tucking away that piece of information about King Arthur for later. Perhaps, once they have gotten to know one another better, she can ask about the various myths and legends associated with this human ancestral figure, and what information this human holds as truth.
Everything he talks about after that— for Kanaya does not have much to contribute, she is not quite as enthused about the mere makeup of a fountain as the man walking beside her is,— is generally interesting, although Kanaya cannot exactly understand how he could find so much to say about such a blank verse. She honestly cannot wait to see how he reacts to a place such as the Moors, which has colorful and detailed things like vegetation and variations in lighting. The Nexus is, quite frankly, as dull as can be. She doesn’t quite have to heart to halt his enthusiastic gesticulating about this new world, however, and so she remains silent for the most part.
The jade-blooded troll is a bit baffled by the bearded human’s decision to simply sit down a small ways from the gate as if they are about to partake in a picnic of some kind, but she bemusedly takes a seat on the pearly white ground nonetheless, red skirt pooling around her as she sits. She can only hope that he will break out the sandwiches and lemonade sometime soon.
Alas, there are no triangular snacks of bread, cheese or pickles in sight, and certainly no sign of any freshly squeezed and iced citrus fruit. While this might seem to be a minor setback, Kanaya at least finds this man and his willingness to communicate at length agreeable. Brother Devon, that is his name, does seem quite unsure of what to make of her, however. To be fair, Kanaya isn't sure of what to make of him, either.
He rambles on about being trained in some secretive human order from a young age, secluded from a much larger and more opportunistic world. Kanaya can sympathize— for most of her young life she had only her lusus for company while living in her hive in the desert. Although Devon’s separation from his guardians— not lusii, she must remember that— is especially tragic.
According to his account, however, she bears some resemblance to a race of “Demons” in his home world. Ah. Kanaya assumes that this is one of the primary reasons why he is so fidgety while speaking about her grey skin and horns— this sort of misconception will need to be rectified immediately, if she is given the chance to do so.
Soon enough, an opportunity arises: Devon asks her a direct question about her home world. Kanaya narrows her eyes at the man’s smiling face doubtfully, for she suspects that he was about to apologize yet again for something silly like talking too much. Watching his expression carefully for any signs of further apologies, Kanaya opens her mouth to speak.
“My planet was known as Alternia, and it was inhabited by a single primary race, Trolls. The only other species to populate its jungles, deserts, and oceans were the Lusii, which are caregivers to trolls from a young age and vary greatly in size and likeness. A particular facet of Alternian society known as the Mother Grub produces young trolls from… erm, collections of genetic material that are formulated in the breeding caverns. Most adults were off-planet for much of the time, and the only guidance we receive throughout life is from our designated lusus and from what we can glean of our ancestral past.”
She pauses, frowns at a moving speck on the horizon that is most definitely not a portal, and then resumes her Troll Culture 101 crash-course: “Each troll is hatched with a different blood color, which separates them from one another and oftentimes organizes them into a predetermined role based upon the hue of their blood and fateful placement on our society’s hemospectrum. It is an unfair system, much of the time, with an innumerable amount of those considered lowbloods and few considered highbloods. My blood color happens to be one of the rarest, as it is jade, and I was going to be tasked with tending to the upkeep of the Mother Grub upon reaching adulthood. It ultimately does not matter, however, and I could speak for days on the various inequalities and peculiarities of Alternian society, but in the end Alternia was destroyed when several acquaintances and I decided to play a game that triggered a rather unexpected apocalypse.”
Kanaya takes a moment to let that sink in, fiddling with her trusty tube of lipstick in-between her fingers and looking practically anywhere but into his face. She reaches up a hand to brush away a stray lock of dark hair before once again launching into the massive information dump that she has tactlessly begun.
“This may seem very far-fetched to you, and for that I apologize. However, I am certain that once you have spent some more time in this Omniverse you will begin to understand that just about anything is possible. At any rate, back to what I was speaking of before. My current tendency to glow is a result of my death at the hands of one of my more unstable comrades— I believe you could liken my resurrected state to the human concept of “vampirism”, as it were,” she fidgets with the edge of her bright red skirt from where it has bunched up around her legs, lips turning downwards. “It is not exactly as grand as I had always thought it would be, from the many books I delighted in on the subject. In any case, I suppose that I have gained a fair amount of stamina and strength that I would not have had otherwise.”
Kanaya curls her lip, grayish tongue sticking out in a childish show of disgust, her fangs almost but not quite dragging close enough to pierce her lip. “Blood tastes absolutely atrocious, although it is something that I must consume. I cannot image how that fiendish Dracula enjoys it so. If I had to pick and choose, I would say that it is one of the greatest drawbacks of my undeath.”
With a light shudder and a prickly “bluh bluh”, Kanaya creates what she imagines to be a perfect facsimile of Count Dracula by crooking her fingers so they appear to be intentionally fearsome and clawed, and, once that is done, waggling them about in the air in a totally ridiculous way. After a few seconds of doing so, she appears to realize that this is an absurd thing to do and desists at once.
She blinks at Devon Whilst and, after a faint twitching of her lips, mirrors his sheepish grin. Fantastic, she is talking almost as much as he has shown a propensity to do. They will surely hit it off! “There is very little that I have learned about humans beyond a few internet conversations, although I have come to appreciate most of your species’ more witty inclinations, but there was an Earth somewhat different from your own in a universe parallel to my own. Your situation sounds quite extraordinary, however, especially with the organization you were a part of. Were you trained in combat at all, by any chance?”
There we go, Kanaya. Getting straight to the point.
Everything he talks about after that— for Kanaya does not have much to contribute, she is not quite as enthused about the mere makeup of a fountain as the man walking beside her is,— is generally interesting, although Kanaya cannot exactly understand how he could find so much to say about such a blank verse. She honestly cannot wait to see how he reacts to a place such as the Moors, which has colorful and detailed things like vegetation and variations in lighting. The Nexus is, quite frankly, as dull as can be. She doesn’t quite have to heart to halt his enthusiastic gesticulating about this new world, however, and so she remains silent for the most part.
The jade-blooded troll is a bit baffled by the bearded human’s decision to simply sit down a small ways from the gate as if they are about to partake in a picnic of some kind, but she bemusedly takes a seat on the pearly white ground nonetheless, red skirt pooling around her as she sits. She can only hope that he will break out the sandwiches and lemonade sometime soon.
Alas, there are no triangular snacks of bread, cheese or pickles in sight, and certainly no sign of any freshly squeezed and iced citrus fruit. While this might seem to be a minor setback, Kanaya at least finds this man and his willingness to communicate at length agreeable. Brother Devon, that is his name, does seem quite unsure of what to make of her, however. To be fair, Kanaya isn't sure of what to make of him, either.
He rambles on about being trained in some secretive human order from a young age, secluded from a much larger and more opportunistic world. Kanaya can sympathize— for most of her young life she had only her lusus for company while living in her hive in the desert. Although Devon’s separation from his guardians— not lusii, she must remember that— is especially tragic.
According to his account, however, she bears some resemblance to a race of “Demons” in his home world. Ah. Kanaya assumes that this is one of the primary reasons why he is so fidgety while speaking about her grey skin and horns— this sort of misconception will need to be rectified immediately, if she is given the chance to do so.
Soon enough, an opportunity arises: Devon asks her a direct question about her home world. Kanaya narrows her eyes at the man’s smiling face doubtfully, for she suspects that he was about to apologize yet again for something silly like talking too much. Watching his expression carefully for any signs of further apologies, Kanaya opens her mouth to speak.
“My planet was known as Alternia, and it was inhabited by a single primary race, Trolls. The only other species to populate its jungles, deserts, and oceans were the Lusii, which are caregivers to trolls from a young age and vary greatly in size and likeness. A particular facet of Alternian society known as the Mother Grub produces young trolls from… erm, collections of genetic material that are formulated in the breeding caverns. Most adults were off-planet for much of the time, and the only guidance we receive throughout life is from our designated lusus and from what we can glean of our ancestral past.”
She pauses, frowns at a moving speck on the horizon that is most definitely not a portal, and then resumes her Troll Culture 101 crash-course: “Each troll is hatched with a different blood color, which separates them from one another and oftentimes organizes them into a predetermined role based upon the hue of their blood and fateful placement on our society’s hemospectrum. It is an unfair system, much of the time, with an innumerable amount of those considered lowbloods and few considered highbloods. My blood color happens to be one of the rarest, as it is jade, and I was going to be tasked with tending to the upkeep of the Mother Grub upon reaching adulthood. It ultimately does not matter, however, and I could speak for days on the various inequalities and peculiarities of Alternian society, but in the end Alternia was destroyed when several acquaintances and I decided to play a game that triggered a rather unexpected apocalypse.”
Kanaya takes a moment to let that sink in, fiddling with her trusty tube of lipstick in-between her fingers and looking practically anywhere but into his face. She reaches up a hand to brush away a stray lock of dark hair before once again launching into the massive information dump that she has tactlessly begun.
“This may seem very far-fetched to you, and for that I apologize. However, I am certain that once you have spent some more time in this Omniverse you will begin to understand that just about anything is possible. At any rate, back to what I was speaking of before. My current tendency to glow is a result of my death at the hands of one of my more unstable comrades— I believe you could liken my resurrected state to the human concept of “vampirism”, as it were,” she fidgets with the edge of her bright red skirt from where it has bunched up around her legs, lips turning downwards. “It is not exactly as grand as I had always thought it would be, from the many books I delighted in on the subject. In any case, I suppose that I have gained a fair amount of stamina and strength that I would not have had otherwise.”
Kanaya curls her lip, grayish tongue sticking out in a childish show of disgust, her fangs almost but not quite dragging close enough to pierce her lip. “Blood tastes absolutely atrocious, although it is something that I must consume. I cannot image how that fiendish Dracula enjoys it so. If I had to pick and choose, I would say that it is one of the greatest drawbacks of my undeath.”
With a light shudder and a prickly “bluh bluh”, Kanaya creates what she imagines to be a perfect facsimile of Count Dracula by crooking her fingers so they appear to be intentionally fearsome and clawed, and, once that is done, waggling them about in the air in a totally ridiculous way. After a few seconds of doing so, she appears to realize that this is an absurd thing to do and desists at once.
She blinks at Devon Whilst and, after a faint twitching of her lips, mirrors his sheepish grin. Fantastic, she is talking almost as much as he has shown a propensity to do. They will surely hit it off! “There is very little that I have learned about humans beyond a few internet conversations, although I have come to appreciate most of your species’ more witty inclinations, but there was an Earth somewhat different from your own in a universe parallel to my own. Your situation sounds quite extraordinary, however, especially with the organization you were a part of. Were you trained in combat at all, by any chance?”
There we go, Kanaya. Getting straight to the point.
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