caughtinanetwork | 1 ♐ Voice ♐ A brief check up

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1 ♐ Voice ♐ A brief check up

[Wow, Darkleer is actually communicating with the network on a whole for once instead of being a miserable hermit. Must be a special occasion. Does anyone know his wiggling day?]

Now then. Have we all cleansed ourselves of the mess and done whatever strange death rituals foreign species feel the need to do?

[Okay, maybe it is just Darkleer being a coldhearted dick. Eh.]

I believe we should focus on the more important matter here. I have seen discussions scattered throughout the network, but it would be best to have all our thoughts and speculations focused in one place on both the destruction of those so-called faeries and on the recent appearance of that Carol individual.

For those of you who are oblivious and prone to missing the obvious, things are changing in this place. It would be best to be prepared.

[Don't be fooled, he's not doing this to be nice. He's doing what any troll knows to do: looking out for himself and the few he cares about. If that means even faintly working with others, well, he'll learn to deal.]

[Also, that's all the network is getting from him. Click goes the camera!]

[Filtered to Summoner]

[Darkleer hesitates before sending this one out, although his voice is just as stoic and stern as ever.]

Since your children in particular seem to be taking this badly, perhaps it would benefit you to know that those things which followed us were nothing more than mere robots. The technology may have been organic in nature, but it was still nothing truly living. No pain, no loss of life.

That's all.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

1'LL EVENTUALLY D1E FOR MY CAUSE.
1 M1GHT AS WELL BU1LD MYSELF UP FOR THAT.
bES1DES,
eVEN 1F 1T'S TERR1BULL,
sUFFER1NG BU1LDS CHARACTER A LOT OF T1MES.

D --> That is quite enough
D --> I am coming over there

wHOA,
wHOA,
uH,
wA1Y,
wA1T,
nO,
uH.
jUST STAY WHERE YOU ARE.
sTAY.

[He is already on the way, sorry. But he finds no reason to tell Summoner that.]

D --> Why?

bECAUSE,
1,
uH,
1'M NOT EVEN THERE R1GHT NOW.

[He's not! He's on his way OUT of there. Yep. His hive is pretty neat any way, no signs of how he's been, so he'll just quickly move outside and hit the canopy and above and find some really high tree to chill in.]

D --> I could find you easily
D --> You have a rather limited set of options at your disposal

[If he is being a bit creepy, pay him no mind.]

[Creepy or not, he has a point...]

aHH,
uH,
wHY,
1T DOESN'T,
1T REALLY 1SN'T ANYTH1NG THAT ACTUALLY MATTERS.
1'D PREFER THAT OUR CONVERSAT1ON NOT BECOME YOU PLAY1NG SOME SORT OF,
h1GH ENERGY PREY AND PREDATOR W1TH ME.

D --> First order of business
D --> Stop being an idiot
D --> Second
D --> Just accept help when it is offered to you

[sdljvhdfoidfjhvdfav UGH.]

[Just dropping his communicator now. He'll listen to it fall all the way down, branch...branch... bird? Shit, did it just hit a bird? Oh, communing shows that no, it did not, good...]

[And then gonna slump forward, tucking his wings back and running his hands up into his hair anxiously.]

[Summoner do you know how big your stupid fucking forest is. Do you. You prick.]

[It doesn't take Darkleer long at all to reach the camp, and it also doesn't take long for him to realize Summoner has indeed left it. So he begins to search... and search... and search... And finally finds a certain SFC on the ground. A sigh, and he bends down to pick it up. Well, now he knows why their conversation cut short...]

[It's big isn't it? Yeah, he hears that a lot.]

[...]

[Anyways. Just chilling as high up on this huge tree as he can without making it tilt at the tip. His ears flicker a little bit, no sure ...what movement that is down below, but he knew what he was doing dropping the communicator... Darkleer would find him eventually, and he's already been a jerk enough.]

[Considering that placement, Darkleer can only guess which of the trees Summoner has hidden himself away in. Sighing, he goes to the one the SFC was nearest to and lightly taps his foot against the drunk.]

[The entire tree shakes.]

Cavalreaper, stop playing games and get down here this instant.

F-fuck fuck!

[He grabs onto the tree and looks down angrily, sneering, nose scrunched, eyebrows having a conference at the bridge of his nose. He really doesn't... want to some down. He looks fucking terrible. Bags under his eyes are worse then ever, his skin is starting to get a blue tint to it's grey. Hair isn't slicked back, it's clean, but it's sitting longer on his head, obviously not having been bothered with lately. Not only that, but his voice sounds worse in person. He just, all of that, everything, and the whole easy to set off issue he's having right now, it all doesn't really set him up for the best face to face interactions.]

No!

[The best he can even yell with how far up he is and how terrible his voice sounds.]

Do NOT make me come up there for you!

[He will fucking do it. Do not tempt him.]

FINE! DO IT!

[Scowls, hopping up and down a bit on the branch he's on, that barely shaking the tree as much as Darkleer did when he hit it. Summoner's pretty light after all, except those fucking head ornaments.]

[Oh, that's it.]

[Scowling, Darkleer pulls a small hair tie from his belt and quickly draws his hair back into a ponytail. A few quick stretches, and then a crouch...]

[STRONG jump!]

[And that's why there was suddenly a blueblood in the air, a violently snapped branch caught against his arm. Also still scowling.]

[You brought this on yourself, Lysunder.]

[With the arm not tangled with a thick branch, Darkleer reaches over to try and snatch Summoner's arm. He is going to drag this idiot down to earth if it kills the fool.]

[Fuck, what is even happening and how does he even have enough time to mentally note that the ponytail looks all right? Also SHIT SHIT, scrambling back quickly, falling off the branch, hissing when he hits a different one, and opening his wings to quickly catch him mid air.]

[Summoner puts a hand to his chest, flipping his head to get hair out of his face before glaring at Darkleer and pointing.]

The hell!?

[Damn, missed. Also, damn because he crashes straight through two other branches before he stops at one, partially by digging his fingers into the trunk. There's some crashing below, and he just glares right back at Summoner. At least, that's what the direction of his eyebrows and his frown seem to suggest.]

You said to come up. So I did.

I didn't think you, you, y...

Damnit, I didn't know the offered be taken up!

[Glares through bright strands of red hair, slowly backing up in the air more and more, a hand nervously clenching and digging claws into the side of his wrist.]

Just go back down. Y-y-y. Damn it all.

The point is made.

There wasn't a point to be made!

[This is so frustrating, but Darkleer ignores the feeling in favor of breathing in deep. Calm. Jerking his arm, he dislodges the branch hanging onto him and points at Summoner.]

I came to see has gotten you so ridiculous- moreso than usual. Come down as well, because I will not give up so easily.

[He stares at him for a long time.]

[A distant stare, as if, staring into the cosmos, staring it Darkleer's soul, as if trying to stop himself from weeping sorrowful, longing tears.]

[And then he pulls a lower eyelid down and sticks out his tongue.]

No! Nyeeeeh.

[Sorry, gotta cover up this angst the best he can, and being as childish as possible will most likely work.]

[It's actually a relief to see Summoner fall back into such immature antics. That look from before... It made him feel strange, as if a cold chill was creeping down his spine and his glasses- a shield from everyone and everything- were useless. Yet at the same time, he doesn't want them to revert back to this... safety, he supposes. The flirtatious Cavalreaper and the stiff Archeradicator.]

[It sounds like a joke, sometimes.]

[Clenching his jaw, Darkleer brings Archermedes to his hands and notches an arrow loosely. If Summoner pays attention, he might note that the design is quite a bit different than the usual arrows he uses.]

Last chance, Cavalreaper.

[This fall back is easy, being immature, cocky, flirtatious, it's so easy now because he's just so used to it and it's a good cover for most situations where he wants to just hide, and sleep forever. But that's where the problem lies. he wants to just sleep like he used to as a kid. He used to escape when he rested, and now he can't even do that. Sleep is a foreign thing to him right now.]

[Also, he does pay attention! And his eyes squint at the bow for a moment before looking at Darkleer with his lips pursed, thin.]

...

[His mouth opens as if to say something, but he stops, sighing, a hand moving up into his hair, combing it back, only for it to fall into his face and messily around his horns again.]

Fine, put bessy back in the staples and I'll just, land.

[His first thought is to contest him, but he completely exhausted, and he'd really like to not end up with his wings torn.]

You first, then.

[The more he stays, the more a slight ball of concern begins to grow. Not that he should care, except... Damn it all and then quite a bit more, but he does. The other troll is engaging, interesting, even for all his flaws. Perhaps even moreso for his flaws. So to see him in this kind of state, not even arguing back now...]

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