a meeting of unlike minds [closed]

[magicthreads]

Characters: Sandrilene fa Toren and Vriska Serket
Location: Some back alley somewhere around the clinic
Rating: Vriska puts it at a PG at the least.
Time: Late Evening, October 4
Description: Sandry is wandering around since she can't sleep. Too bad spiders lurk at night.

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[visioneightfold]

The answer, as she was about to find, was "a troll

[magicthreads]

This didn't look like a sand construct. That was Sandry's first thought on being ambushed; the second, of course, was pulling a knitting needle out of her purse. She had been keeping a set on her ever since she had returned from Michigan, as a precautionary measure. She remembered their effectiveness against the frogs.

"Generally, people introduce themselves before sneaking up on others." Despite the startling appearance, she wasn't really afraid; there were stranger people out there, after all.

[visioneightfold]

Vriska managed not to look terribly taken aback--she licked her lips, taking a step out of Sandry's face to get a beter look at her. Not bad. Much better a reaction than she'd been expecting! That comment, however... not very snappy!

"Maybe where you come from," Vriska didn't quite mask the sneer that accompanied the sentiment, but it was mostly harmless; she was mostly just giving this white-skinned alien a hard time. Mostly. It changed to something of a smirk. "But where I come from, that pretty much defeats the point." It was a not very subtle way of saying that if she'd wanted to introduce herself, she already damn well would have.

But she didn't.

Yet.

[magicthreads]

Sandry wasn't exactly a battle-ready warrior. Generally at home, she had been assisting from the sidelines: spinning magic, keeping her friends together, channeling them power. All the same, she felt as if this was some sort of important and slightly treacherous conversation. It was best to step lightly. The other girl didn't look human, from what she could tell; the darkness did a good job of covering up most major giveaways.

Lowering her weapon of choice only slightly, she looked for signs that this could be some sort of kidnapper. Maybe the witches had created a new type of monster.

"It seems there are a lot of differences between worlds, then," she remarked. Her voice was firm, although she was busy preparing for anything to happen. Sandry couldn't keep herself from being nosy, though. "You're not working for the witches, are you?"

Tired of this collapsing! :|

[visioneightfold]

"...frogs?"

Vriska narrowed her eyes slightly, but it lasted only a second--if Sandry wasn't quick enough, she could have easily missed it. If those things were frog-killers, they were either pretty special or this person was in fact a big fat dose of trouble. Of course, it was also possible frogs didn't carry the symbolism and meaning here that they had in her--and every other--session. Her expression, however, did not clearly reflect her suspicion.

[magicthreads]

"Yes, frogs. What, did you think I was lying?"

Sandry crossed her arms, sure of what she said. The frogs had been massive -- fangs, throwing fire, everything. Some were even the size of her head. She hated the creatures now more than ever, and sometimes couldn't help herself from kicking them into the pond at the park.

Way to make me wrong TWELVE HOURS LATER, Hussie. Ugh.

[visioneightfold]

Vriska realised that she did not know nearly enough about this game or this place to make a judgement. She didn't like it.

"No." Vriska replied, hooking her feet around the legs of the chair and resting her chin on her arms as she stared at Sandry, her yellow eyes studying the human. "I definitely believe you. It's just..." She leaned back, relinquishing her hold on the back of her seat in favour of a more pensive, even genuinely serious expression. Her eyes lidded halfway.

Hm.

Frogs.

[magicthreads]

"Just what?" Now she was curious. She uncrossed her arms to put the needle back in its hiding spot, hoping that Vriska wouldn't leap out of the chair and attack her. In her injured state, there was no way that she would make it in time.