Podpop

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[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new

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[veryshinyknight]

"Maker--what IS this?"

Besides creepy, of course, but Alistair wasn't about to say that out loud. Stacy might get mad at him, and this was bad enough, really. And he didn't really want to think about motherly qualities. He'd never known his mother. And Arl Eamonn's wife was the least motherly person he could think of.

"I'm not supposed to be here, don't you know? The Blight--the Darkspawn! What about Ferelden?"

Wait--had this Stacy said something about destroyers of worlds? That wasn't right either. That was--that was worse than swooping.

Alistair might even be happy to see Morrigan, right about now.

That just proved how desperate he really was.

He sat down, looking very much like a kicked puppy.

[alterniantaurus]

Another pod cracks open, expelling a smallish grey-skinned kid with large orange horns. He opens his eyes and stares up at the ceiling for a moment in disorientation. He's coated in slime, but he doesn't remember climbing back into his recuperacoon. And he'd remember. With his disability, getting in and out of the thing and cleaning himself up afterward is always such a hassle.

More to the point, why would he have crawled back into the cocoon? He was awake for the night. And he was apparently on a time limit, he didn't have too long to connect to Gamzee and get him into th--

GAMZEE!

"Oh, shhh--"

With some difficuly, Tavros turns himself over and looks around frantically for his wheelchair. Whatever weird illusion or brooding cavern he'd been sent to, he has to get out! A good friend's life is at stake!

[veryshinyknight]

At first, Alistair wasn't quite certain how to react. After all, the pod and the slime were the same, but why in Andraste's name would this ship pick up a Darkspawn?

Think hard, Alistair.

Maybe this kid was...NOT a Darkspawn? Brilliant!

"I'm Alistair, not Gamzee," he said. Also brilliant. "Um. Are you all right?"

[alterniantaurus]

Tavros stops, propped up on his elbows, and turns to the looming adult. He rarely sees them outside of movies and TV, and none of them look anything like this bizarre hornless pink thing. Was it addressing him?

"I..." voice pitched in an adolescent squeak. He clears his throat and tries again. "I'm Tavros. Wh-what the hell is going on?"

[veryshinyknight]

Alistair gave that a few minutes' thought.

"I have no idea," he finally said. "Other than the fact that there are apparently people-ships that like picking up unsuspecting people and taking them Maker-knows-where for Maker-knows-what..."

He sighed, shoulders slumping.

"This Stacy-ship insists that there are other people around...someplace...who know what's going on, but I'm hardly one of them."

[alterniantaurus]

"Ye-yeah, I heard that too, mostly. But, uh, I can't be here. I've got to talk to Stacee and get her to... to send me back to my hive or something. If I let the team down Karkat's gonna be so mad at me..."

He pulls himself a couple of feet from Alistair. Where is that damn wheelchair?

[veryshinyknight]

"I understand that," Alistair muttered. Not that he knew who Karkat was, but Morrigan always seemed angry at him for some reason or another. It wasn't his fault that he took such unholy glee at tormenting her...

Well, yes it was. Maker, he was a bad, bad man.

But...hive? That didn't sound good.

"You aren't actually a Darkspawn, are you?" Tavros didn't FEEL like a Darkspawn, but he could always be a new breed...

[alterniantaurus]

Tavros stops crawling and looks back at the strange grownup addressing him. More aliens that appeared to be this Alistairs' kind were popping out of other pods, making him feel very, very... surrounded. He averts his eyes.

"I... I don't know what a Darkspawn is, I don't think. Is that anything like... like a Fiduspawn?"

[veryshinyknight]

"If a Fiduspawn is good...then no. Not at all."

Give him a moment. He's thinking hard again, here, and it shows on his face.

"I really don't think you're a Darkspawn, come to think of it. There's a distinct lack of frothing and snarling for blood. So no, probably not."

Really, he's taking this remarkably well, for him.

"So...what is a Fiduspawn then?"

[alterniantaurus]

Tavros is silent on the topic of Darkspawn. Frothing and snarling for blood is something of a common troll trait, but it's one he sort of lacks. Also he's pretty sure this guy would take him down if he said that.

"Fiduspawn's pretty cool, it's like, uhh, it's a game. Each card has a different monster on it, right, with stats and things? And then you hatch a--"

Common sense shines through!

"Uhhh, but I don't think this is really, um... the time for that. I really, really need to talk to Stacee."

Tavros glances at himself. His complexion goes browner in embarrassment.

"And maybe f-find some clothes."

[veryshinyknight]

Alistair has forgotten one very important thing: He's missing his sword. So Tavros' worry is probably a little unfounded.

And then he mentions clothes.

"Um. Yes! That would be great! Clothes! I should find some of those, too." Maybe he'd even find a sword or a shield or his armor. Anything. Really.

"Er. I don't suppose you need a hand?" Because most humans weren't like trolls. And despite himself, Alistair's sort of firmly on the side of "nice guys".

Unless you're Morrigan.

[alterniantaurus]

Unless Alistair is secretly an animal of some kind and therefore susceptible to Tavros' communing ability, there's little the kid can do to defend himself in a fight. Let's just be thankful both of them are pretty nice guys.

Tavros hesitates at the offer and examines the floor again.

"Uhh... no. I kind of... can't walk anymore, so it'd basically be kind of a big hassle for you. Don't worry; I can do it."

He starts moving again, arm over arm. Dammit, the slime's drying and this is kind of hard now. He shouldn't have stopped to chat.

He wonders how much time he has left to get home. Last he heard, meteors were already coming down.

[veryshinyknight]

He was raised by dogs! But that's probably not animal enough for what Tavros was thinking.

Alistair looked confused for a couple of minutes. Don't worry, this happens a lot.

"Well, how about I follow you then?" It seemed like a good idea. And if Tavros got hung up or something, then perhaps he could give a hand. Or something.

[alterniantaurus]

Tavros had been about to tell Alistair not to wait around for him when the ship itself releases tentacles or some other construct, lifts the troll kid off the floor, ignores his flailings, and carries him off to get plantsuited up and equipped with some of his stuff from home.