Vatheon Voicemail

[feralfanatic]

You have reached the Communication Device of the Disciple.

I am sorry. It looks like I am unable to answer at the moment.

Please leave a message, and I will get back to you.

Comments

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D --> Yes
D --> Oh if only I had not been in Rainbow Dash's body when I ran into him last
D --> He would not have a face

[feralfanatic]

Would not have a face...
[Oh dear!]
Did you attack him?

[aim_exorable]

D --> He is hardly hurt at all
D --> Although I did manage to force him to drop his book in the water and ruin it quite thoroughly
D --> Hopefully I left some parting hoofmarks on his face but I am not confident

[feralfanatic]

The look on his face must have b33n priceless

So then, you attacked him.
I take it you know what happened, then?

[aim_exorable]

D --> Not the details
D --> But considering Dualscar already took advantage of MY matesprit when he was drunk and had no idea what was really going on
D --> I can guess
D --> Especially with how he acted

[feralfanatic]

[Well, crap. She was hoping nobody knew. At least until she could sort out her own feelings on the matter.]

I s33

[A small pause.]

Would you like to continue this face-to-face?

[aim_exorable]

[Uh.]

D --> Uh
D --> I mean to say
D --> If you would like to?

[That certainly snaps him out of his tirade.]

[feralfanatic]

I think so, yes
The topic is getting increasingly... personal
It would be better talked about in person, I think

[aim_exorable]

D --> Very well
D --> Your hive or mine?

[feralfanatic]

[A look around her hive. Things have been cleaned up, but there were still the spotty memories. Might be for the best.]

Here, if you do not mind
It might be better
I will st33p some tea as you make your way here

[aim_exorable]

D --> Very well
D --> I will make my way there promptly

[feralfanatic]

I await your arrival, then

[Sure enough, she sets about retrieving the tea-ware and getting the kettle ready. It should be just about ready the time he arrives.]

[aim_exorable]

[Polite gentletroll that he is, Darkleer actually has the presence of mind to bring some snacks. He's a bit nervous as he goes to her door and knocks on it, ears twitching and one hand going up to run through his hair.]

[feralfanatic]

[Shortly after his knock, he will hear the sound of footsteps approaching. The door opens to show a much better groomed Disciple then he saw last, she is not even wavering or anything!]

Hello! Please, come in.

The Kettle should be going off shortly.

[aim_exorable]

[The sight is certainly something of a relief. Not that he'd admit it to be anything more, of course.]

Thank you for your hospitality. I brought some snacks if that is alright..

[He hunches down a bit so he can fit through her door.]

[feralfanatic]

[Of course.]

Oh, that is more then alright, thank you.

[Almost as if on cue, a whistling can be heard, coming from the kitchen.]

Water's done! Make yourself at home.

[She walks back into the hive. Darkleer will also be pleased to note the hive itself is as better groomed as she is. Most notably no errant liquor bottles lying around.]

[aim_exorable]

[He's kind of hoping he'll never see her around another liquor bottle again. Honestly, despite the fact that he can more than handle his drink and previously had nothing against it, he's kind of hating it for what it's doing to people he cares about. Also he hates Dualscar. The two are starting to get intertwined.]

[Just nodding, he goes to awkwardly take a seat on her couch. He fits a bit... badly, but he's used to that and just makes do.]

[feralfanatic]

[The sounds of clinking and stirring come from the kitchen. Eventually, She will return, bearing two steaming cups of tea. She sees him sitting awkwardly there, and kicks herself mentally, She really needed to get a over-sized couch. Maybe even as early as tomorrow. Then her thoughts turn a present she received recently.]

Oh, I will be right back.

[She pauses to hand him his cup, chamomile discolored by added milk, the way he had it last. Then she disappears into the back of the hive.]

[aim_exorable]

Thank you- hm?

[There's nothing but a blink and a crinkle of his brow as he watches her vanish off to somewhere else. He honestly isn't sure what she has in mind- maybe she forgot an errand of hers? Either way, he begins to gently cradle his delicate little teacup in his large palms, letting the heat warm him.]

[feralfanatic]

[She comes back carrying a really large stuffed cat, one that he will obviously recognize.]

It seems a mysterious someone I know, got me some very thoughtful gifts. I had this back in the sleeping chamber, but if you would like to use it, you may find it more comfortable then the couch.

[She plops the large stuffed pouncebeast down on the ground in front of the couch, and moves to retrieve her own cup of tea, which she had set back down in the kitchen.]

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...Oh.

[Yes. That. Cat. That is a giant stuffed cat he recognizes. For a brief moment, he starts internally panicking as he considers maybe she really is pale for him and oh god what if this is a pile, what does he do!?]

[No. Breathe. She is just being considerate and nice. She has both those qualities in abundance. Very stiffly, he gets off of the couch and rests against the stuffed cat.]

Thank you kindly.

[feralfanatic]

You are most welcome.

[She takes her spot on the couch, and suddenly remembers why he was over here in the first place. She had been distracted with her happiness at seeing him, but then... Monday had been quite the day. She sighs contently after taking a sip of tea, it was just a minor buy for time.]

So...

[aim_exorable]

So.

[Yes, this... is not the most comfortable of atmospheres.]

I apologize for not somehow stopping him.

[feralfanatic]

It is... okay. It is not your job to protect me around the clock. [A twinge of pale-colored regret as she says that. Odd, almost as if she was forgetting something.]

[A awkward sip of tea, a sigh, and then a confession...]

Part of me knew what I was getting into, I think. I just wish I could remember more of how it came about. I... fear that my hatred for him might in fact be black, and that drunk-me acted upon that.

[aim_exorable]

[Unable to help himself, Darkleer purses his lips together. Of course he doesn't like it, but she is an adult troll, and she can handle her own business.]

Are you quite certain you want to pursue a relationship with him? It may be difficult, with both of your relationships to Signless, but it isn't impossible...

["But it's Dualscar" goes unsaid.]