10/15/2012

[notvelour]

WHO: Open to any persona user!
WHERE: The street between the school and the dorms.
WHEN: October 15th, 2012. Just past midnight.
WHY: Idk, ask the snorlax demon.

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[isolatedscholar]

It... spoke!? Lawrence looked at the troll in what could only be a mixture of confusion, horror and intrigue. It was already not possible for him to say that it was fake, but now... he didn't know what to believe. First he was being crushed, then a flaming bird saved him, and now a troll was talking to him? Everything was happening so quickly that his head was spinning.

"Are you addressing me?" Lawrence asked with a clearly indignant tone, while straightening out his (now RUINED) cravat.

[pen_vs_laptop]

Lynne was taken aback for a second when she heard the Troll's...interesting style of speech until she heard Lawrence speak and decided now would be a good time to intervene before he went and pissed off the Troll too.

Lynne spoke quickly with more calm than she felt. "We're sorry we ended up hurting you. We had actually just wanted to talk to you but you weren't waking up and then you accidentally grabbed him," she nodded slightly to Lawrence (and prayed he wouldn't choose now to go off) before continuing, self-conscious about how lame it sounded. "And things...just got out of hand. It really was an accident."

[notvelour]

Despite their apologies, the Troll wasn't at all convinced. He sat up on the ground, looking them over fearfully. "Accidently grabbed him..? I was sleeping here, minding my own business. How could this happen by accident, dude?"

He acknowledged her explanation, of course. But it didn't seem right. "Attacks are not accidents, whether it be for a good purpose or not. It is very rude to wake a sleeping Troll!"

[cemetaryeyes]

"Well, you're a hugger," Ezra shot back, the barest hint of amusement in his otherwise serious tone and expression. He nodded towards Lawrence, taking in his roommate's insulted expression before deciding to leave it at that and not ruffle any more feathers. "You could have hurt him and we didn't want to take that risk. Honestly, we just came to talk. So if you're not looking for a fight either..."

Anthony rushing forward to help Lawrence had been all it took to get him back in Ezra's good books, and now he turned to the blond for assistance hesitantly. Despite their intentions, he couldn't help but feel safer having an edge against the troll. Ezra also didn't know if this demon was proud like the others and their attempt at good will would just come across as an insult, but it was worth a try. "Anthony. Maybe you could heal... uh, him?" He glanced at Lynne before turning his gaze back to the skeptical Troll, hoping he looked sincere enough. "That way we can start again on the right foot."

[notvelour]

The Troll seemed a bit embarrassed by Ezra's comment, but he just shyly looked away. He was still hurt and a little disoriented, but... well, a fight was the very last thing on his mind. Just this once he gave them the benefit of the doubt. He held out his injured arm when he heard the prospect of healing and tilted his head to the side.

"I do say, talk about what? I'm very tired, man..."

[isolatedscholar]

Lawrence felt like he was about to go insane. First the troll tries to crush him, and then it didn't even acknowledge the fact that it happened or apologized. And now Ezra wanted to heal it!? What in the world was wrong with these people!? He cursed his luck with every fiber of his being.

"I cannot believe that you're all so content with talking to this... this... thing! Did you not forget that he came an inch away from crushing me to death!?!" He yelled, not trying to hide his unpleasant tone.

[pen_vs_laptop]

Lynne returned Ezra's glance with a small shrug. Well, it didn't look like the Troll was going to suddenly attack them so she didn't see the harm in healing it. She was actually feeling a little bad for the guy. In fact, it looked like they might really be able to resolve the situation just by talking.

However, before she could respond to the troll's question, Lawrence had to open his mouth again. She'd normally be more sympathetic but Lawrence hadn't been helping his case all night. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she spoke up before her conscious mind kicked in,

"He's not a thing and he's hurting, just like you. I`m sure he wasn`t trying to hurt you, just like you weren`t aiming to hurt him."

Not to mention that the reason Lawrence had almost been crushed to death had to do with him not staying back when they asked.

[cemetaryeyes]

"What you're doing sleeping in the middle of the road, for starters. We've never really seen a demon like you out in the open before... so we were curious."

Ezra's shoulders stiffened once more when Lawrence started up again. And to think, just a moment he'd tried to spare him some embarassment. Lynne's compassion managed to calm him a bit, but if Lawrence was going to mess things up a second time, well. He wasn't sure he'd be able to reign himself in again.

"For once in your life, listen." Ezra hissed quietly, at the end of his very, very long rope of patience with Lawrence. "Be quiet. Stay behind us. If you don't settle down I will make you." It was less a threat and more a statement despite the anger that managed to leak through in his low tone. He didn't bother to turn, keeping his gaze respectfully on the troll and hoping it hadn't overheard too much. Fighting among themselves wasn't going to inspire much confidence.

[isolatedscholar]

Lawrence was most certainly not about to listen to Ezra after his performance. He thought a few moments on what would be better for him to do in the situation. The troll was massive, and angering it was probably not a good thing. As much as Lawrence didn't want to, he had no choice but to resign this argument... for now.

Quietly, he stepped back behind everyone, ignoring Ezra completely as if he'd heard nothing he had just said. "I suppose you're right Lynne..." he conceded, his words laced with bitter resentment.

[notvelour]

Honestly, the Troll was holding back his tears. He wasn't really thrilled with being called a thing. It reaffirmed that humans were rude brutes in his mind, but... the others seemed to defend him. Maybe they weren't all bad? He was too exhausted to come to any set conclusion. He just sniffled, but nodded.

"Well, kind dude, I was walking to find a place to rest... and I guess I fell asleep before I got there," he answered with a frown. It wasn't a very good answer, but it was the the truth.

[pixelsnlines]

Anthony would have been skeptical about healing the troll too, had Lawrence not thrown such a fit about it. When one of his classmates was being a pussy and ranting to everyone who didn't care, Anthony just wasn't one to let them get their way -- Lawrence needed to learn to deal with it, really, and he was willing to help. As the others bickered, or discussed, or whatever they were doing, he quietly approached the troll and grabbed his hand, summoning his persona so that they could both help heal the brute's burn wound. Hardly a scratch -- it was gone in seconds, not a trace left behind once Anthony was through with it

[notvelour]

"I just sleep wherever is secluded and warm," he replied, returning with a thankful pat of his own on Anthony's head. "Usually it's under the bridge. But I don't approve of stereotypes, man."

Raising the newly healed arm up, the Troll covered his mouth when he let out another big yawn. "I should get there soon."

[pen_vs_laptop]

Lynne gave Anthony a nod of thanks and gave the troll a slight smile. "It'd probably be best. I hope you get there before you fall asleep again."

Surprisingly, she meant it. Aside from the obvious of preventing a repeat of what'd happened, he didn't seem too bad, for a demon. It reminded Lynne of the conversation she'd had with Lester in the library about the demon problem and asking the demons themselves about what was going on. If there was a time to ask, now seemed to be it.

"Um, do you mind if I ask a question?" Lynne asked. "You guys, demons I mean, seem to be appearing more often these days...do you have any idea why?"

[notvelour]

A minute passed in thought. He scratched his head, but finally frowned in disagreement. "No, we've been here for a very long time. Most people choose to not notice us. When they do, they are awfully mean. We hide. It's hard being a demon..."

With that, he pushed himself up from the ground. He would take her advice and hurry off to somewhere more secure. Not immediately, though, as he figured there was a better way to answer her question. "Many of us migrated here a long time ago, because we were told it would be safe by some weird thing. I don't remember what it was, dudette, but they say there are very powerful demons somewhere who do know. That's just a rumor I hear. I wouldn't want to meet one of them."

[pen_vs_laptop]

Lynne frowned a little, mulling over what he said. Hearing that they'd been around for a long while wasn't too much of a stretch to believe but what caught her interest was what he said about them being told to migrate 'by some weird thing'. What was weird by demon standard? Just another question to add to the growing pile, she supposed. Still, it was definitely something. She nodded respectfully.

"All right...thank you for answering me."

[isolatedscholar]

Lawrence was more or less skeptical of everything the troll was saying. He still couldn't believe that Lynne was talking to it civilly. A frown formed on his face, but faded into a look of intrigue when he heard the words about the weird thing that told the demons to migrate. He couldn't help but be intrigued, although he still cared more for a single blade of grass than he did for the troll itself.

"Migrated? Do you have any sort of description for this so-called 'weird thing'?" He asked, his tone full of intrigue and skepticism.