08-14-2018, 11:00 PM
//retro to growth
The out of place feeling that seemed to parade around his senses every day was extremely active today.
It was enough to make one sick, he wagered, shifting through the muck and the sludge that this group was founded on - which, now that he thought about it, probably didn't help the nauseated feeling that sometimes built up in his mind. There was a joiner at the border. He knew that much, following a trail of flower petals he could only assume was left behind by Delilah (not because he was following her, he didn't make a habit of stalking people, but because he was bored and the breadcrumb trail made him think something was happening), hearing Axle's disjointed speech from a while off and feeling an odd and sudden sense of kinship. Someone else that spoke in strangled english, huh? Well, his seemed less voluntary than Abathur's, but still, it was good to relate to someone on some level.
"Greetings," the spider grumbled out to those he already knew, specifically moving in besides Delilah, and staring at the temporary joiner with three of his white eyes - though, to anyone else, it probably looked like he was looking directly at them at all times, due to the lack of pupils or noteable features within said eyes. Their paranoid delusions couldn't harm him, hopefully, though he wouldn't be surprised if someone decided to gouge out his eyes one day. He was getting tangential,
though, as he examined the joiner, who seemed to have a firm grasp on how to act as uncomfortably as possible. "Welcome to Tanglewood. Hope unknown subject enjoys stay, regardless of length." He tried to be as polite as possible with his wording, since his deep voice was cool and devoid of any real emotion beside the placidity of an untouched lake. The new kid seemed shaken to him, and as such he was obligated to immediately welcome him in. Everyone else seemed to have some questions about whether or not he could join since his mission goal was to eventually leave, but Abathur figured that nobody lived forever - and if they did, they probably wouldn't stick in the same place for long enough to consider their membership somewhat permanent. And in that sense, wasn't every joining permanent?
Plus the clan was open, to his knowledge. That certainly did help fuel most of his decision.
The out of place feeling that seemed to parade around his senses every day was extremely active today.
It was enough to make one sick, he wagered, shifting through the muck and the sludge that this group was founded on - which, now that he thought about it, probably didn't help the nauseated feeling that sometimes built up in his mind. There was a joiner at the border. He knew that much, following a trail of flower petals he could only assume was left behind by Delilah (not because he was following her, he didn't make a habit of stalking people, but because he was bored and the breadcrumb trail made him think something was happening), hearing Axle's disjointed speech from a while off and feeling an odd and sudden sense of kinship. Someone else that spoke in strangled english, huh? Well, his seemed less voluntary than Abathur's, but still, it was good to relate to someone on some level.
"Greetings," the spider grumbled out to those he already knew, specifically moving in besides Delilah, and staring at the temporary joiner with three of his white eyes - though, to anyone else, it probably looked like he was looking directly at them at all times, due to the lack of pupils or noteable features within said eyes. Their paranoid delusions couldn't harm him, hopefully, though he wouldn't be surprised if someone decided to gouge out his eyes one day. He was getting tangential,
though, as he examined the joiner, who seemed to have a firm grasp on how to act as uncomfortably as possible. "Welcome to Tanglewood. Hope unknown subject enjoys stay, regardless of length." He tried to be as polite as possible with his wording, since his deep voice was cool and devoid of any real emotion beside the placidity of an untouched lake. The new kid seemed shaken to him, and as such he was obligated to immediately welcome him in. Everyone else seemed to have some questions about whether or not he could join since his mission goal was to eventually leave, but Abathur figured that nobody lived forever - and if they did, they probably wouldn't stick in the same place for long enough to consider their membership somewhat permanent. And in that sense, wasn't every joining permanent?
Plus the clan was open, to his knowledge. That certainly did help fuel most of his decision.
tags - "speech"