genessia | Text/Action, OTA; V

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what the shitfisting FUCK is going on here
i mean thanks for the loVely informatiVe tourist orientation pink alien hologram or whateVer sure
and thanks for the alien cash and phone deVice mysterious kidnappers
i am tremendously goddamn reassured by your generosity and leVelheadedness in the face of my current crisis
it almost makes up for me being MAGICALLY SPIRITED AWAY TO ANOTHER PLANET
are there actually a lot of other people here
is this actually fucking standard enough that the form greeting back there is required
do people actually STAY CALM
like condesces rumble spheres
does anyone actually hear 'youVe been transported to a strange planet full of aliens
we dont know how or why and you may not eVer be able to go back
but dont panic this place isnt THAT bad beyond the whole kidnapping you and not letting you leaVe thing'
and NOT FUCKING PANIC
i haVe so many fucking things to panic about i dont eVen know where to START

what the shitfisting FUCK is going on here
i mean thanks for the loVely informatiVe tourist orientation pink alien hologram or whateVer sure
and thanks for the alien cash and phone deVice mysterious kidnappers
i am tremendously goddamn reassured by your generosity and leVelheadedness in the face of my current crisis
it almost makes up for me being MAGICALLY SPIRITED AWAY TO ANOTHER PLANET
are there actually a lot of other people here
is this actually fucking standard enough that the form greeting back there is required
do people actually STAY CALM
like condesces rumble spheres
does anyone actually hear 'youVe been transported to a strange planet full of aliens
we dont know how or why and you may not eVer be able to go back
but dont panic this place isnt THAT bad beyond the whole kidnapping you and not letting you leaVe thing'
and NOT FUCKING PANIC
i haVe so many fucking things to panic about i dont eVen know where to START

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[As one might gather from Lyn's violent reaction rant over the network, he's not in a good mood. However, while this expresses itself in rage in text, in person...well, he's reacting with something a lot closer to terror. He's skulking around Genessia City, not far from where he first left the Bay, and trying not to be seen by anyone. Or be out in the sunlight much. (Hesitant initial tests let him know that the sunlight of this world would not in fact fry him, but lifelong instincts are fighting him here.) Neither of which is easy; there's just too much light and too many people. Even his psionics aren't much help; he can go invisible briefly, but ten minutes or so and he's still stuck in the same situation, only this time with a headache.

Anyone who notes the incredibly skittish new arrival and his futile efforts to avoid literally everything is free to approach him, though they may wish to do so slowly and carefully. Lyn looks as ready to bolt at the slightest provocation as a feral cat.]

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[There's a few words that pinged Signless while he glanced over the post, simple key hints that this may in fact be a new troll. As if the color and the subtle quirk weren't telling enough. But what he sees isn't just rage, because there's always something behind that. Especially from a lowblood of all trolls.

So he's more careful when he's flitting about the area around the bay today, keeping a sharp eye out for telling horns anywhere in the crowd. And for the first time today, he's actually grateful for his changed appearance and size. Not only is it easier to maneuver around others, ducking in and out of small crowds virtually unnoticed, but when he finally spots the one who was freaking out, it's clearly no more than a child. A paranoid, frightened child that would likely turn tail at the mere sight of an adult.

So, perhaps being six again wasn't so bad after all.

Even still, Signless is careful with his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets and a smile as he speaks up. Maybe he shouldn't have snuck up behind the boy, but he kept a few feet distance at the very least to show he means no harm.]

As shocking as it may be, this place isn't as bad as one would think. I could certainly imagine worse places to be kidnapped to, can't you?

[Even as nonthreatening as Signless is trying to be in words and manner, Lyn still vanishes as soon as he hears the voice behind him. Not running or hiding; he literally winks out of sight in a single beat of a pump biscuit.

However, out of sight as he is, he doesn't bolt. Rather, he uses the reprieve of invisibility to spin around and survey this new person. Threat. Since it turns out to be a troll, probably both.

The troll is...young. Definitely younger than him by at least a sweep or two. Lyn has to judge by the horns more than by size; even this younger troll is larger than he is, after all.

That, and he's never actually seen another troll in person before. He's got no point of reference for what their comparative sizes really mean. He's seen plenty of pictures of trolls he can judge by the horns, though.

Despite the troll's nonthreatening stance, he retreats a good yard and a half from him before he risks speaking. And doesn't return to visibility yet, either.] Don't think being kidnapped ever turns out well, no matter what kind of cage they keep you in until they decide what to do with you. [The wariness in his voice is palpable.]

[He's seen many types of psionics through his travels, so the other troll disappearing so quickly comes as no surprise. Concern, and a little disappointment, yes, and his hand is already fiddling with the device in his pocket before he hears the other speak up.

He hasn't ran away yet, that's good. Taken some distance from the sounds of it, but that's fine. As another measure, Signless removes his hands from his pockets, keeping them visible even if it's a little colder than he'd like.]

Before I came here, I was sure I was good as dead, so I suppose I have a lighter outlook on our situation. But there's always a bright side, you only have to look for it. At least we're not hunted for sport here as we would be on Alternia.

[A hand taps on his thigh, on the bright red strip of his leggings that aren't covered by his hoodie. A sign in itself that he, of all people, has no right to be a threat to other trolls. A mutant is the last one lowbloods should fear.]

[Lyn follows the movement of Signless' hand with his eyes, down to the stripe on his leggings - and that's perhaps the one thing that could have induced him to move closer, just to get a better look. His eyes have widened slightly, though of course Signless can't see that right now.]

...you're a mutant? [That realization actually does relax him. A mutantblood is no stranger to him than any other troll, given his complete lack of experience with any sort. And a mutantblood falls into the same class of troll as himself - likely to be culled on sight by other trolls of better standing. If they were back on Alternia, even that wouldn't completely reassure Lyn - the mutant might throw him under the bus if drones or other trolls came calling, just to save his own skin - but so far, this is the only other troll he's seen here. This...might be as safe with another troll as it's possible to get.

So, rather than give himself another headache pushing his psionics to their limits, he lets himself slip back into visibility as he scrutinizes Signless.] ...I guess. But at least on Alternia I know what to expect.

[Perfect. He's glad it has the desired effect on the kid, and seems more than pleased when he reveals himself again. It's a step in the right direction, in luring him into a bit more of a comfort zone.]

That's right. Though, amusingly enough, it seems my blood is normal here. These aliens all have this blood color, all the same color, and it's all rather intriguing. As is this place, from what I've seen. I'm rather new here myself, my yellow blood friend and I arrived only a few days ago and I've been exploring this city and the surrounding ones since.

[As he talks, he slowly makes his way closer to the other. Not for any real reason other than to lower his voice so he doesn't have to talk loud enough for everyone around them to hear, not like that's ever been an issue for him, but he doesn't think one so skittish would appreciate others listening in on their conversation very much.

As he gets within range, he holds out a hand in greeting.]

This place isn't so bad, for a prison. I'm...

[He falters for a moment, tripping over his natural greeting. Children don't use titles, and it would seem suspicious for him to while looking so young, wouldn't it?]

Kankri.

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