12-06-2019, 02:09 AM
In some strange twisted way, Abathur could relate to the little bird.
Sure, he wasn't small, or a prey animal, but as a spider he was very widely seen as being a pest, something to be gotten rid of, even if he wasn't doing anyone any harm. He had even been chased out of a few groups before even trying to settle in, which was quite annoying to someone just trying to learn about the world. Fortunately enough, though, he ended up settling in what may have been the weirdest clan of all, and potentially one of the oddest places on the planet - plenty of phenomena to study and document, plenty of people to meet. Truly, he was having the time of his life, even if he didn't show it through his robotic and clinical actions.
It was on one such day that had Abathur marching around camp, simply looking to live life, find something to inquire into, to serve his purpose as best as possible - and truly he got his want for an interesting thing when he ran into Aurum talking to a tiny decorated crow. This gave him some pause - a rare occurrence, as established previously - and made him consider his next course of action. He was not one to consider things for very long, though, skittering over to stand next to Aurum and peer down at the comically petit male.
"Greetings," the arachnid intoned, lowering his body so as to try and be more face-to-face with the bird, not giving an ounce of the care Aurum put into his interactions due to a sheer lack of knowledge about Bink's predisposition to fear. "Why does subject have hat?"
As good a question as any, he felt.
Sure, he wasn't small, or a prey animal, but as a spider he was very widely seen as being a pest, something to be gotten rid of, even if he wasn't doing anyone any harm. He had even been chased out of a few groups before even trying to settle in, which was quite annoying to someone just trying to learn about the world. Fortunately enough, though, he ended up settling in what may have been the weirdest clan of all, and potentially one of the oddest places on the planet - plenty of phenomena to study and document, plenty of people to meet. Truly, he was having the time of his life, even if he didn't show it through his robotic and clinical actions.
It was on one such day that had Abathur marching around camp, simply looking to live life, find something to inquire into, to serve his purpose as best as possible - and truly he got his want for an interesting thing when he ran into Aurum talking to a tiny decorated crow. This gave him some pause - a rare occurrence, as established previously - and made him consider his next course of action. He was not one to consider things for very long, though, skittering over to stand next to Aurum and peer down at the comically petit male.
"Greetings," the arachnid intoned, lowering his body so as to try and be more face-to-face with the bird, not giving an ounce of the care Aurum put into his interactions due to a sheer lack of knowledge about Bink's predisposition to fear. "Why does subject have hat?"
As good a question as any, he felt.
tags - "speech"