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[Telsen got through the hologram's explanation of where he was before reality smacked him in the face and he went with his usual method of handling fear: running away. He bolted out of the bay, leaving damp footprints as he went.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! He ran into a small park and promptly tripped over the leg of a bench, crashing to the ground in a heap. The phone skittered away onto the concrete path alongside the box from the pod. Ow! He lunged for the phone, trembling as he moved his fingers along the screen. Maybe-

The video feed starts with a shot of a narrow, planty face with a scratch across his nose and bright, watery blue eyes behind smudged glasses.]

I don't know what's going on- I don't know, I don't know! Where is this... No, no, no, I want to go home.

[He dropped the phone so that the camera could only see the sky above. By the sound of it, he'd just started crying. It's kinda pathetic really, maybe if one shouted he could hear them.]

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What looks to be a fusion between a pretty black flower and a pool noodle in fancy clothing is curled up in a park not far from the bay. He seems oblivious to passersby, his head down and shoulders shaking. The box from the pod is tipped over nearby and the phone sitting on the grass beside him.

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To be honest, he wasn't sure if an undead would even be interested in Telsen. Were their any meats or brains in there to eat? Blood to drink? Or was it all sap and wood and pulp? He was curious but poking around in that area would have to be done later.

Sorry, Telsen. He likes learning.

But he's definitely not going to tell Telsen his thoughts. Because he's seeing the chance of getting a nice lackey here and honestly, what kind of demon would he be if he turned his nose up at that idea?

"You could? I mean you're more than welcome to stick around by me I suppose. As long as you can offer some help, I don't see any issue with keeping you safe. You scratch my back, I scratch yours."

That depends on the undead in question, Telsen's seen plenty of undead that would love to gut him. One of them succeeded! He has no desire to repeat the experience. The scar on his stomach started to itch when he thought about it. He promptly stopped thinking about it.

"Yeah..." Well, he's be safe. He could be safe not going to Everglade at all but this guy knew a lot and was helpful. An often ignored part of his mind warned him about what a bad idea it was to latch onto someone so soon but, again, it was ignored.

"Do I uh- I just need to know what to do. Other than just stick around, I mean."

"Other than stick around? Be a good listener, be willing to follow me where I go and help me overcome obstacles that I'd otherwise have difficulty with, read signs that contain relevant information, maps as well.

Nothing terribly large."

Well, not when phrased like that anyway.

A smart person would've thought about how it might be not phrased like that. Telsen had only just Szel, he was smarted flower than this. Usually. Fear made him do a lot of stupid thing. Beautiful scarring danced from wrist to wrist as a shining example of what kind of shit he could get himself into.

It was just too tempting to cling to whoever took him in first.

"Alright, that doesn't sound bad. Like, um, how often would you need my help? A daily sort of thing?"

"Yes, it would be a daily sort of thing. I like to try and stay active as a whole, after all."

Or, rather, he liked to stay active for short bursts of time before becoming bored of it and holing up in the fortress for an extended period of time.

You know.

Either or.

"So, yeah, when would I start doing that? Helping out?" He reached for his hand to pick at the leaves again but stopped himself. No, he'd get snapped at again, he was trying to make a good impression here! Suddenly he felt like an apprentice again, waiting for a senior scholar to approve his research.

"Oh! You'd like to?" He wasn't even going to pretend he didn't have to of course.

"Well then you can start as soon as you like, of course. The sooner I get proper help, the better. I'm in dire need of someone with reasonable intelligence, after all. It'd be nice to have someone qualified so quickly."

"You know a lot and I can help, so why not?" Why not attach oneself to someone they just met? It was a totally healthy plan, like when he attached himself to that guy that guy that ended up owning him for over a year. Everything was right with the world.

"I'm um, I was a scholar before showing up here. Guess I still am. I'm smart enough." That was about the nicest thing he could say about himself. "I can defend myself if needed, whatever. I just need to know any specifics."

"Well when you put it like that." He does know a lot, thanks! He loves to be reminded of that fact as often as possible. Don't worry he totally won't own you or anything, Telsen.

Not even a little bit.

"I'm sure you're plenty smart enough. Specifics are easy, just an extra set of eyes when I'm in need of them, that's all."

Own him? Now why would that be a concern? Telsen wasn't concerned. Well, he was, but not about that, he was generally concerned about existence as a whole. There was too much to be concerned about in any world.

"Mm, okay. So you can get ahold of me for that? I need to, uh, get settled and stuff I guess. Thorns, I just finished unpacking..." Hopefully his apartment in Lion's Arch would still be there when he got back. If he got back. He's breathing caught in his throat. No thinking like that.

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Telsen's player is not a smarter flower, telsen's player is made of typos

ur a pretty flower doe

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