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@brontes-father-official
Hello! I have accessed this strange human technology to reconnect with my son, @councillor-bronte-of-the-cities ! It's been quite some time. Regardless, hello! My name is Lenore [REDACTED] and I am. . er. . . old I think. I am very glad to be here!
Wife: @brontes-mother-official
Daughter: @brontes-sister-official
Son: @councillor-bronte-of-the-cities
So did your son just...disappear? Does anyone know where he went?
@brontes-mother-official @brontes-sister-official ????
He disappeared? (<- was not paying attention in the slightest)
im not sure where he is. Probably one of his secret offices
Well, being a councillor he is often busy, I suppose. It's strange, to say the least, that he apparently left without warning, though.
@brontes-mother-official have you seen Bronte recently?
So did your son just...disappear? Does anyone know where he went?
@brontes-mother-official @brontes-sister-official ????
He disappeared? (<- was not paying attention in the slightest)
*running after you*
Hey! Hey! Stop!
@brontes-father-official
(mod: lucilla sent him to try and stop you before things got out of head. idrk)
She doesn’t look back, fumbling over the staircase and tumbling down the first flight, scrambling up. who is this, now? What is he carrying? She’s going to get killed.
Wait!
*catching up to you, grabbing you by the collar and picking you up easily*
I’m not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Look-
*showing you the javelin staff, which has no blade on either side*
I only use this for herding the cows now.
. . I’m sorry I didn’t intend to scare you. I retrieved it out of habit.
*setting you down carefully, but not taking my hand of the collar of you cloak* . . Do you know elven sign?
She whimpers when she’s lifted, which send aloud report through the air, although it’s not nearly as powerful as the directed action from earlier, which caused Maylin to pass out. Still, a loud, sudden noise.
she instinctively curls up her knees a little bit from where she is in the air due to the odd feeling of sudden gravity. She stares at the… rod? Lance? As she’s set down, stumbling backwards again, and nearly going over the second flight of stairs. What is he talking about? Sign? Why would they know sign? What is happening? She pants slightly, holding the hand with her knife in front of her chest, pointed up though.
*he startles at the sound, but forces his nerves to calm*
Alright. . How about this: I’ll put this staff down, and you’ll put your dagger down. Okay?
*he speaks slowly and quietly, trying to assure that he’s understood*
Ludalf glances backwards, at the stairs, then turns and runs. It's more of a blind urge to get out get out of this oddly beautiful house. her feet- where are her shoes?
They've been torn up and too big for ages but she's sliding and tripping in her hurry, still dizzy from the drugs.
What- Hey! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!
*running after you again*
Ludalf grits her teeth, trying to hang onto her own consciousness, tumbling off the last few and hitting her chin and nose before skidding down a hallway. It’s a dead end?? Except for that room; an office maybe?
she scrambles past and there’s only one window, which looks properly hitched. She’s trapped. Ludwlf presses back into the corner. Her head hurts. She feels as though she might cry.
*panting as he comes through the door*
Stars. . . You run very fast.
. . . And I am not a cardio sort of person.
*looking at you exhaustedly before sitting down on the opposite side of the room*
Just. . Give me a second.
Ludalf stares at him wildly, but doesn’t do anything. There’s nothing to do. Screaming isn’t gonna get her anywhere is it? She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know how many people are here. Lu swallows, gently resting her chin over one knee and looking at the strange man across the room. She doesn’t let go of her knife at all, keeps it slightly extended so that… well what? Is there really anything that could protect her from such an unknown threat? She could use telekinesis, but it brings the same issue as earlier.
Does it make sense to try to talk to him? He wouldn’t know how to understand her much less likely that he’d be interested in it. He definitely wants something- maybe works for the first woman.
*he stares off for a while, not looking at anything in particular. He’s still shaken from the first vociferator screech*
*after a few minutes he looks back at you and signs just one word, unsure if you know elven sign*
Name?
Ludalf watches him sign, and eventually shift a knife out of one palm into the other. She shouldn’t tell him her real name, should she? she struggles to think of the most recent book she’s read, and signs
ANDI
*He stares at you for a few moments, but eventually shrugs. He then signs:*
My name. L-E-N-O-R-E.
Ludalf pauses, then puts two of her thumb fingers together and moves her palms back-and-forth. BIRD
She’s referencing a book she read one time or a poem rather. She’s always been very much a reader, that’s basically all she had to entertain herself growing up- Human books.
*he smiles signing:*
Yes.
*then:*
My mother, named me “light,” “bright one.”
Why Andi?
Ludalf pauses. She doesn't even know what her first name means- or... I mean Dad didn't ever explained and Mom gave her her middle name...
DON'T KNOW
she makes an unrecognizable sign after that-maybe some sort of name sign? She stares at the knife in her hand.
*he pauses momentarily, before signing:*
It's a nice name.
The two women you saw, my wife, Lucilla. And my daughter, Maylin. They are my family.
*he spells out their names, before adding name signs behind each of them*
Ludalf watches uncertainty, but repeats his words back in confirmation. Family is a sign she does not know, so she mimics it twice, setting her knife down to sign
THIS-WHAT
and signing it again.
*he furrows his brow, what sort of child that knows sign wouldn't know the one for family?*
Family. F-A-M-I-L-Y. People I love. My blood.
*he signs again:*
Your family?
my people. that would mean, friends. Family outside means ... gethen, right? That's it, just dad. But the sign seems to mean something a little different. She slowly signs
DOG
H-E-S-S-E
then repeats his sign of love. It’s exciting to be be able to talk to a new person, even if he might kill her.
Dogs are nice.
*he pauses*
Father? Mother?
Ludalf looks at him for a momentz, then tucks her head into her knees. D-A-D-D-Y
*he nods slowly*
Good father, to raise a good daughter.
. . .
Are you hungry?
ludalf shakes her head sharply. She should never take food from somebody unknown. Not to mention she’s meant to find her own food unless she’s at dinner meeting. KID-SLEEP
That doesn’t seem to clarify her point and so she stops , and readjusts, miming a cloth over her mouth accusingly
*he nods, signs “alright”*
Well, I for one, am starving. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to leave your care to either my daughter or my wife.
*he stands up slowly, making his way out of the room and down into the kitchen*
Ludalf sniffles wetly, tucking her face into her knees before eventually peeking down the hallway at him. He’s old, right? Maybe he wouldn’t notice if she followed. She waits until she sees him disappear around the corner before going to the window and trying to open it. It doesn’t work. She turns her attention to the desk, pulling apart drawers, and cabinets in search of something that could help her get out of here- her crystals are gone.
*downstairs, humming, probably making a sandwich and absentmindedly making a second sandwich out of habit, even though Lucilla isn’t home*
She eventually creeps out a bit, having not found a weapon better than her knife. Ludalf crawls over the stair railing to perch on the platform which gives her a decent view, squatting for balance like a leapfrog.
*Lenore looks up, but doesn't appear surprised. He gestures to the other sandwhich that's already been made, signs:*
Yours, if you're hungry.
Ludalf sniffs a little and watches him with obvious suspicion. This is such a weird situation, but she doesn’t know where to go. Everything feels kind of overwhelming and she’s still dizzy. It almost feels like she might fall off.
*he pauses, looking at her with some concern*
Ok?
*running after you*
Hey! Hey! Stop!
@brontes-father-official
(mod: lucilla sent him to try and stop you before things got out of head. idrk)
She doesn’t look back, fumbling over the staircase and tumbling down the first flight, scrambling up. who is this, now? What is he carrying? She’s going to get killed.
Wait!
*catching up to you, grabbing you by the collar and picking you up easily*
I’m not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Look-
*showing you the javelin staff, which has no blade on either side*
I only use this for herding the cows now.
. . I’m sorry I didn’t intend to scare you. I retrieved it out of habit.
*setting you down carefully, but not taking my hand of the collar of you cloak* . . Do you know elven sign?
She whimpers when she’s lifted, which send aloud report through the air, although it’s not nearly as powerful as the directed action from earlier, which caused Maylin to pass out. Still, a loud, sudden noise.
she instinctively curls up her knees a little bit from where she is in the air due to the odd feeling of sudden gravity. She stares at the… rod? Lance? As she’s set down, stumbling backwards again, and nearly going over the second flight of stairs. What is he talking about? Sign? Why would they know sign? What is happening? She pants slightly, holding the hand with her knife in front of her chest, pointed up though.
*he startles at the sound, but forces his nerves to calm*
Alright. . How about this: I’ll put this staff down, and you’ll put your dagger down. Okay?
*he speaks slowly and quietly, trying to assure that he’s understood*
Ludalf glances backwards, at the stairs, then turns and runs. It's more of a blind urge to get out get out of this oddly beautiful house. her feet- where are her shoes?
They've been torn up and too big for ages but she's sliding and tripping in her hurry, still dizzy from the drugs.
What- Hey! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!
*running after you again*
Ludalf grits her teeth, trying to hang onto her own consciousness, tumbling off the last few and hitting her chin and nose before skidding down a hallway. It’s a dead end?? Except for that room; an office maybe?
she scrambles past and there’s only one window, which looks properly hitched. She’s trapped. Ludwlf presses back into the corner. Her head hurts. She feels as though she might cry.
*panting as he comes through the door*
Stars. . . You run very fast.
. . . And I am not a cardio sort of person.
*looking at you exhaustedly before sitting down on the opposite side of the room*
Just. . Give me a second.
Ludalf stares at him wildly, but doesn’t do anything. There’s nothing to do. Screaming isn’t gonna get her anywhere is it? She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know how many people are here. Lu swallows, gently resting her chin over one knee and looking at the strange man across the room. She doesn’t let go of her knife at all, keeps it slightly extended so that… well what? Is there really anything that could protect her from such an unknown threat? She could use telekinesis, but it brings the same issue as earlier.
Does it make sense to try to talk to him? He wouldn’t know how to understand her much less likely that he’d be interested in it. He definitely wants something- maybe works for the first woman.
*he stares off for a while, not looking at anything in particular. He’s still shaken from the first vociferator screech*
*after a few minutes he looks back at you and signs just one word, unsure if you know elven sign*
Name?
Ludalf watches him sign, and eventually shift a knife out of one palm into the other. She shouldn’t tell him her real name, should she? she struggles to think of the most recent book she’s read, and signs
ANDI
*He stares at you for a few moments, but eventually shrugs. He then signs:*
My name. L-E-N-O-R-E.
Ludalf pauses, then puts two of her thumb fingers together and moves her palms back-and-forth. BIRD
She’s referencing a book she read one time or a poem rather. She’s always been very much a reader, that’s basically all she had to entertain herself growing up- Human books.
*he smiles signing:*
Yes.
*then:*
My mother, named me “light,” “bright one.”
Why Andi?
Ludalf pauses. She doesn't even know what her first name means- or... I mean Dad didn't ever explained and Mom gave her her middle name...
DON'T KNOW
she makes an unrecognizable sign after that-maybe some sort of name sign? She stares at the knife in her hand.
*he pauses momentarily, before signing:*
It's a nice name.
The two women you saw, my wife, Lucilla. And my daughter, Maylin. They are my family.
*he spells out their names, before adding name signs behind each of them*
Ludalf watches uncertainty, but repeats his words back in confirmation. Family is a sign she does not know, so she mimics it twice, setting her knife down to sign
THIS-WHAT
and signing it again.
*he furrows his brow, what sort of child that knows sign wouldn't know the one for family?*
Family. F-A-M-I-L-Y. People I love. My blood.
*he signs again:*
Your family?
my people. that would mean, friends. Family outside means ... gethen, right? That's it, just dad. But the sign seems to mean something a little different. She slowly signs
DOG
H-E-S-S-E
then repeats his sign of love. It’s exciting to be be able to talk to a new person, even if he might kill her.
Dogs are nice.
*he pauses*
Father? Mother?
Ludalf looks at him for a momentz, then tucks her head into her knees. D-A-D-D-Y
*he nods slowly*
Good father, to raise a good daughter.
. . .
Are you hungry?
ludalf shakes her head sharply. She should never take food from somebody unknown. Not to mention she’s meant to find her own food unless she’s at dinner meeting. KID-SLEEP
That doesn’t seem to clarify her point and so she stops , and readjusts, miming a cloth over her mouth accusingly
*he nods, signs “alright”*
Well, I for one, am starving. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to leave your care to either my daughter or my wife.
*he stands up slowly, making his way out of the room and down into the kitchen*
Ludalf sniffles wetly, tucking her face into her knees before eventually peeking down the hallway at him. He’s old, right? Maybe he wouldn’t notice if she followed. She waits until she sees him disappear around the corner before going to the window and trying to open it. It doesn’t work. She turns her attention to the desk, pulling apart drawers, and cabinets in search of something that could help her get out of here- her crystals are gone.
*downstairs, humming, probably making a sandwich and absentmindedly making a second sandwich out of habit, even though Lucilla isn’t home*
She eventually creeps out a bit, having not found a weapon better than her knife. Ludalf crawls over the stair railing to perch on the platform which gives her a decent view, squatting for balance like a leapfrog.
*Lenore looks up, but doesn't appear surprised. He gestures to the other sandwhich that's already been made, signs:*
Yours, if you're hungry.
What happens at war STAYS at war ig
Lenore and Maieron “infiltrating the ogre camp” (they just wanted to feel pretty)
But yeah, Maieron’s commander decided that he had enough pec that he didn’t need fake boobs, so Lenore the only one with fake boobs.
But yeah, best believe they were tucking scrolls and battle plans into their dresses and then booking it across the valley, skirts hitched high.
Another Lenore because I love him in drag ❤️
And Lucilla’s reaction (as I imagine):
I don’t think I’ve EVER had so much fun drawing something 😭😭😭
drawing/writing taglist:
Wha- I ONLY MENTIONED THIS ONE TIME.
And we will never let it go.
😔 Well now I feel embarrassed about it again.
i don't think anyone would care now. Especially with the circumstances.
Well, IM someone and I care. 😔
but when you told the story you said you didn't care anymore.
I didn't care that you wanted to hear about it, you're my daughter.
i guess, but no one else has found out.
Yeah, let's keep it that way.
What happens at war STAYS at war ig
Lenore and Maieron “infiltrating the ogre camp” (they just wanted to feel pretty)
But yeah, Maieron’s commander decided that he had enough pec that he didn’t need fake boobs, so Lenore the only one with fake boobs.
But yeah, best believe they were tucking scrolls and battle plans into their dresses and then booking it across the valley, skirts hitched high.
Another Lenore because I love him in drag ❤️
And Lucilla’s reaction (as I imagine):
I don’t think I’ve EVER had so much fun drawing something 😭😭😭
drawing/writing taglist:
Wha- I ONLY MENTIONED THIS ONE TIME.
And we will never let it go.
😔 Well now I feel embarrassed about it again.
i don't think anyone would care now. Especially with the circumstances.
Well, IM someone and I care. 😔
but when you told the story you said you didn't care anymore.
I didn't care that you wanted to hear about it, you're my daughter.
What happens at war STAYS at war ig
Lenore and Maieron “infiltrating the ogre camp” (they just wanted to feel pretty)
But yeah, Maieron’s commander decided that he had enough pec that he didn’t need fake boobs, so Lenore the only one with fake boobs.
But yeah, best believe they were tucking scrolls and battle plans into their dresses and then booking it across the valley, skirts hitched high.
Another Lenore because I love him in drag ❤️
And Lucilla’s reaction (as I imagine):
I don’t think I’ve EVER had so much fun drawing something 😭😭😭
drawing/writing taglist:
Wha- I ONLY MENTIONED THIS ONE TIME.
And we will never let it go.
😔 Well now I feel embarrassed about it again.
i don't think anyone would care now. Especially with the circumstances.
Well, IM someone and I care. 😔
What happens at war STAYS at war ig
Lenore and Maieron “infiltrating the ogre camp” (they just wanted to feel pretty)
But yeah, Maieron’s commander decided that he had enough pec that he didn’t need fake boobs, so Lenore the only one with fake boobs.
But yeah, best believe they were tucking scrolls and battle plans into their dresses and then booking it across the valley, skirts hitched high.
Another Lenore because I love him in drag ❤️
And Lucilla’s reaction (as I imagine):
I don’t think I’ve EVER had so much fun drawing something 😭😭😭
drawing/writing taglist:
Wha- I ONLY MENTIONED THIS ONE TIME.
And we will never let it go.
😔 Well now I feel embarrassed about it again.
What happens at war STAYS at war ig
Lenore and Maieron “infiltrating the ogre camp” (they just wanted to feel pretty)
But yeah, Maieron’s commander decided that he had enough pec that he didn’t need fake boobs, so Lenore the only one with fake boobs.
But yeah, best believe they were tucking scrolls and battle plans into their dresses and then booking it across the valley, skirts hitched high.
Another Lenore because I love him in drag ❤️
And Lucilla’s reaction (as I imagine):
I don’t think I’ve EVER had so much fun drawing something 😭😭😭
drawing/writing taglist:
Wha- I ONLY MENTIONED THIS ONE TIME.
*running after you*
Hey! Hey! Stop!
@brontes-father-official
(mod: lucilla sent him to try and stop you before things got out of head. idrk)
She doesn’t look back, fumbling over the staircase and tumbling down the first flight, scrambling up. who is this, now? What is he carrying? She’s going to get killed.
Wait!
*catching up to you, grabbing you by the collar and picking you up easily*
I’m not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Look-
*showing you the javelin staff, which has no blade on either side*
I only use this for herding the cows now.
. . I’m sorry I didn’t intend to scare you. I retrieved it out of habit.
*setting you down carefully, but not taking my hand of the collar of you cloak* . . Do you know elven sign?
She whimpers when she’s lifted, which send aloud report through the air, although it’s not nearly as powerful as the directed action from earlier, which caused Maylin to pass out. Still, a loud, sudden noise.
she instinctively curls up her knees a little bit from where she is in the air due to the odd feeling of sudden gravity. She stares at the… rod? Lance? As she’s set down, stumbling backwards again, and nearly going over the second flight of stairs. What is he talking about? Sign? Why would they know sign? What is happening? She pants slightly, holding the hand with her knife in front of her chest, pointed up though.
*he startles at the sound, but forces his nerves to calm*
Alright. . How about this: I’ll put this staff down, and you’ll put your dagger down. Okay?
*he speaks slowly and quietly, trying to assure that he’s understood*
Ludalf glances backwards, at the stairs, then turns and runs. It's more of a blind urge to get out get out of this oddly beautiful house. her feet- where are her shoes?
They've been torn up and too big for ages but she's sliding and tripping in her hurry, still dizzy from the drugs.
What- Hey! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!
*running after you again*
Ludalf grits her teeth, trying to hang onto her own consciousness, tumbling off the last few and hitting her chin and nose before skidding down a hallway. It’s a dead end?? Except for that room; an office maybe?
she scrambles past and there’s only one window, which looks properly hitched. She’s trapped. Ludwlf presses back into the corner. Her head hurts. She feels as though she might cry.
*panting as he comes through the door*
Stars. . . You run very fast.
. . . And I am not a cardio sort of person.
*looking at you exhaustedly before sitting down on the opposite side of the room*
Just. . Give me a second.
Ludalf stares at him wildly, but doesn’t do anything. There’s nothing to do. Screaming isn’t gonna get her anywhere is it? She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know how many people are here. Lu swallows, gently resting her chin over one knee and looking at the strange man across the room. She doesn’t let go of her knife at all, keeps it slightly extended so that… well what? Is there really anything that could protect her from such an unknown threat? She could use telekinesis, but it brings the same issue as earlier.
Does it make sense to try to talk to him? He wouldn’t know how to understand her much less likely that he’d be interested in it. He definitely wants something- maybe works for the first woman.
*he stares off for a while, not looking at anything in particular. He’s still shaken from the first vociferator screech*
*after a few minutes he looks back at you and signs just one word, unsure if you know elven sign*
Name?
Ludalf watches him sign, and eventually shift a knife out of one palm into the other. She shouldn’t tell him her real name, should she? she struggles to think of the most recent book she’s read, and signs
ANDI
*He stares at you for a few moments, but eventually shrugs. He then signs:*
My name. L-E-N-O-R-E.
Ludalf pauses, then puts two of her thumb fingers together and moves her palms back-and-forth. BIRD
She’s referencing a book she read one time or a poem rather. She’s always been very much a reader, that’s basically all she had to entertain herself growing up- Human books.
*he smiles signing:*
Yes.
*then:*
My mother, named me “light,” “bright one.”
Why Andi?
Ludalf pauses. She doesn't even know what her first name means- or... I mean Dad didn't ever explained and Mom gave her her middle name...
DON'T KNOW
she makes an unrecognizable sign after that-maybe some sort of name sign? She stares at the knife in her hand.
*he pauses momentarily, before signing:*
It's a nice name.
The two women you saw, my wife, Lucilla. And my daughter, Maylin. They are my family.
*he spells out their names, before adding name signs behind each of them*
Ludalf watches uncertainty, but repeats his words back in confirmation. Family is a sign she does not know, so she mimics it twice, setting her knife down to sign
THIS-WHAT
and signing it again.
*he furrows his brow, what sort of child that knows sign wouldn't know the one for family?*
Family. F-A-M-I-L-Y. People I love. My blood.
*he signs again:*
Your family?
my people. that would mean, friends. Family outside means ... gethen, right? That's it, just dad. But the sign seems to mean something a little different. She slowly signs
DOG
H-E-S-S-E
then repeats his sign of love. It’s exciting to be be able to talk to a new person, even if he might kill her.
Dogs are nice.
*he pauses*
Father? Mother?
Ludalf looks at him for a momentz, then tucks her head into her knees. D-A-D-D-Y
*he nods slowly*
Good father, to raise a good daughter.
. . .
Are you hungry?
ludalf shakes her head sharply. She should never take food from somebody unknown. Not to mention she’s meant to find her own food unless she’s at dinner meeting. KID-SLEEP
That doesn’t seem to clarify her point and so she stops , and readjusts, miming a cloth over her mouth accusingly
*he nods, signs “alright”*
Well, I for one, am starving. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to leave your care to either my daughter or my wife.
*he stands up slowly, making his way out of the room and down into the kitchen*
Ludalf sniffles wetly, tucking her face into her knees before eventually peeking down the hallway at him. He’s old, right? Maybe he wouldn’t notice if she followed. She waits until she sees him disappear around the corner before going to the window and trying to open it. It doesn’t work. She turns her attention to the desk, pulling apart drawers, and cabinets in search of something that could help her get out of here- her crystals are gone.
*downstairs, humming, probably making a sandwich and absentmindedly making a second sandwich out of habit, even though Lucilla isn’t home*
*running after you*
Hey! Hey! Stop!
@brontes-father-official
(mod: lucilla sent him to try and stop you before things got out of head. idrk)
She doesn’t look back, fumbling over the staircase and tumbling down the first flight, scrambling up. who is this, now? What is he carrying? She’s going to get killed.
Wait!
*catching up to you, grabbing you by the collar and picking you up easily*
I’m not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Look-
*showing you the javelin staff, which has no blade on either side*
I only use this for herding the cows now.
. . I’m sorry I didn’t intend to scare you. I retrieved it out of habit.
*setting you down carefully, but not taking my hand of the collar of you cloak* . . Do you know elven sign?
She whimpers when she’s lifted, which send aloud report through the air, although it’s not nearly as powerful as the directed action from earlier, which caused Maylin to pass out. Still, a loud, sudden noise.
she instinctively curls up her knees a little bit from where she is in the air due to the odd feeling of sudden gravity. She stares at the… rod? Lance? As she’s set down, stumbling backwards again, and nearly going over the second flight of stairs. What is he talking about? Sign? Why would they know sign? What is happening? She pants slightly, holding the hand with her knife in front of her chest, pointed up though.
*he startles at the sound, but forces his nerves to calm*
Alright. . How about this: I’ll put this staff down, and you’ll put your dagger down. Okay?
*he speaks slowly and quietly, trying to assure that he’s understood*
Ludalf glances backwards, at the stairs, then turns and runs. It's more of a blind urge to get out get out of this oddly beautiful house. her feet- where are her shoes?
They've been torn up and too big for ages but she's sliding and tripping in her hurry, still dizzy from the drugs.
What- Hey! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!
*running after you again*
Ludalf grits her teeth, trying to hang onto her own consciousness, tumbling off the last few and hitting her chin and nose before skidding down a hallway. It’s a dead end?? Except for that room; an office maybe?
she scrambles past and there’s only one window, which looks properly hitched. She’s trapped. Ludwlf presses back into the corner. Her head hurts. She feels as though she might cry.
*panting as he comes through the door*
Stars. . . You run very fast.
. . . And I am not a cardio sort of person.
*looking at you exhaustedly before sitting down on the opposite side of the room*
Just. . Give me a second.
Ludalf stares at him wildly, but doesn’t do anything. There’s nothing to do. Screaming isn’t gonna get her anywhere is it? She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know how many people are here. Lu swallows, gently resting her chin over one knee and looking at the strange man across the room. She doesn’t let go of her knife at all, keeps it slightly extended so that… well what? Is there really anything that could protect her from such an unknown threat? She could use telekinesis, but it brings the same issue as earlier.
Does it make sense to try to talk to him? He wouldn’t know how to understand her much less likely that he’d be interested in it. He definitely wants something- maybe works for the first woman.
*he stares off for a while, not looking at anything in particular. He’s still shaken from the first vociferator screech*
*after a few minutes he looks back at you and signs just one word, unsure if you know elven sign*
Name?
Ludalf watches him sign, and eventually shift a knife out of one palm into the other. She shouldn’t tell him her real name, should she? she struggles to think of the most recent book she’s read, and signs
ANDI
*He stares at you for a few moments, but eventually shrugs. He then signs:*
My name. L-E-N-O-R-E.
Ludalf pauses, then puts two of her thumb fingers together and moves her palms back-and-forth. BIRD
She’s referencing a book she read one time or a poem rather. She’s always been very much a reader, that’s basically all she had to entertain herself growing up- Human books.
*he smiles signing:*
Yes.
*then:*
My mother, named me “light,” “bright one.”
Why Andi?
Ludalf pauses. She doesn't even know what her first name means- or... I mean Dad didn't ever explained and Mom gave her her middle name...
DON'T KNOW
she makes an unrecognizable sign after that-maybe some sort of name sign? She stares at the knife in her hand.
*he pauses momentarily, before signing:*
It's a nice name.
The two women you saw, my wife, Lucilla. And my daughter, Maylin. They are my family.
*he spells out their names, before adding name signs behind each of them*
Ludalf watches uncertainty, but repeats his words back in confirmation. Family is a sign she does not know, so she mimics it twice, setting her knife down to sign
THIS-WHAT
and signing it again.
*he furrows his brow, what sort of child that knows sign wouldn't know the one for family?*
Family. F-A-M-I-L-Y. People I love. My blood.
*he signs again:*
Your family?
my people. that would mean, friends. Family outside means ... gethen, right? That's it, just dad. But the sign seems to mean something a little different. She slowly signs
DOG
H-E-S-S-E
then repeats his sign of love. It’s exciting to be be able to talk to a new person, even if he might kill her.
Dogs are nice.
*he pauses*
Father? Mother?
Ludalf looks at him for a momentz, then tucks her head into her knees. D-A-D-D-Y
*he nods slowly*
Good father, to raise a good daughter.
. . .
Are you hungry?
ludalf shakes her head sharply. She should never take food from somebody unknown. Not to mention she’s meant to find her own food unless she’s at dinner meeting. KID-SLEEP
That doesn’t seem to clarify her point and so she stops , and readjusts, miming a cloth over her mouth accusingly
*he nods, signs “alright”*
Well, I for one, am starving. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to leave your care to either my daughter or my wife.
*he stands up slowly, making his way out of the room and down into the kitchen*
*running after you*
Hey! Hey! Stop!
@brontes-father-official
(mod: lucilla sent him to try and stop you before things got out of head. idrk)
She doesn’t look back, fumbling over the staircase and tumbling down the first flight, scrambling up. who is this, now? What is he carrying? She’s going to get killed.
Wait!
*catching up to you, grabbing you by the collar and picking you up easily*
I’m not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Look-
*showing you the javelin staff, which has no blade on either side*
I only use this for herding the cows now.
. . I’m sorry I didn’t intend to scare you. I retrieved it out of habit.
*setting you down carefully, but not taking my hand of the collar of you cloak* . . Do you know elven sign?
She whimpers when she’s lifted, which send aloud report through the air, although it’s not nearly as powerful as the directed action from earlier, which caused Maylin to pass out. Still, a loud, sudden noise.
she instinctively curls up her knees a little bit from where she is in the air due to the odd feeling of sudden gravity. She stares at the… rod? Lance? As she’s set down, stumbling backwards again, and nearly going over the second flight of stairs. What is he talking about? Sign? Why would they know sign? What is happening? She pants slightly, holding the hand with her knife in front of her chest, pointed up though.
*he startles at the sound, but forces his nerves to calm*
Alright. . How about this: I’ll put this staff down, and you’ll put your dagger down. Okay?
*he speaks slowly and quietly, trying to assure that he’s understood*
Ludalf glances backwards, at the stairs, then turns and runs. It's more of a blind urge to get out get out of this oddly beautiful house. her feet- where are her shoes?
They've been torn up and too big for ages but she's sliding and tripping in her hurry, still dizzy from the drugs.
What- Hey! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!
*running after you again*
Ludalf grits her teeth, trying to hang onto her own consciousness, tumbling off the last few and hitting her chin and nose before skidding down a hallway. It’s a dead end?? Except for that room; an office maybe?
she scrambles past and there’s only one window, which looks properly hitched. She’s trapped. Ludwlf presses back into the corner. Her head hurts. She feels as though she might cry.
*panting as he comes through the door*
Stars. . . You run very fast.
. . . And I am not a cardio sort of person.
*looking at you exhaustedly before sitting down on the opposite side of the room*
Just. . Give me a second.
Ludalf stares at him wildly, but doesn’t do anything. There’s nothing to do. Screaming isn’t gonna get her anywhere is it? She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know how many people are here. Lu swallows, gently resting her chin over one knee and looking at the strange man across the room. She doesn’t let go of her knife at all, keeps it slightly extended so that… well what? Is there really anything that could protect her from such an unknown threat? She could use telekinesis, but it brings the same issue as earlier.
Does it make sense to try to talk to him? He wouldn’t know how to understand her much less likely that he’d be interested in it. He definitely wants something- maybe works for the first woman.
*he stares off for a while, not looking at anything in particular. He’s still shaken from the first vociferator screech*
*after a few minutes he looks back at you and signs just one word, unsure if you know elven sign*
Name?
Ludalf watches him sign, and eventually shift a knife out of one palm into the other. She shouldn’t tell him her real name, should she? she struggles to think of the most recent book she’s read, and signs
ANDI
*He stares at you for a few moments, but eventually shrugs. He then signs:*
My name. L-E-N-O-R-E.
Ludalf pauses, then puts two of her thumb fingers together and moves her palms back-and-forth. BIRD
She’s referencing a book she read one time or a poem rather. She’s always been very much a reader, that’s basically all she had to entertain herself growing up- Human books.
*he smiles signing:*
Yes.
*then:*
My mother, named me “light,” “bright one.”
Why Andi?
Ludalf pauses. She doesn't even know what her first name means- or... I mean Dad didn't ever explained and Mom gave her her middle name...
DON'T KNOW
she makes an unrecognizable sign after that-maybe some sort of name sign? She stares at the knife in her hand.
*he pauses momentarily, before signing:*
It's a nice name.
The two women you saw, my wife, Lucilla. And my daughter, Maylin. They are my family.
*he spells out their names, before adding name signs behind each of them*
Ludalf watches uncertainty, but repeats his words back in confirmation. Family is a sign she does not know, so she mimics it twice, setting her knife down to sign
THIS-WHAT
and signing it again.
*he furrows his brow, what sort of child that knows sign wouldn't know the one for family?*
Family. F-A-M-I-L-Y. People I love. My blood.
*he signs again:*
Your family?
my people. that would mean, friends. Family outside means ... gethen, right? That's it, just dad. But the sign seems to mean something a little different. She slowly signs
DOG
H-E-S-S-E
then repeats his sign of love. It’s exciting to be be able to talk to a new person, even if he might kill her.
Dogs are nice.
*he pauses*
Father? Mother?
Ludalf looks at him for a momentz, then tucks her head into her knees. D-A-D-D-Y
*he nods slowly*
Good father, to raise a good daughter.
. . .
Are you hungry?
OMMGGG HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABESSS
Thank you?
Today is your birthday-? I *cough cough coughing aggressive coughing* I MEAN I knew that. Happy birthday my luce. ❤️❤️❤️
It's alright, my love, I did not know either, but thank you ❤️❤️❤️
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
OMMGGG HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABESSS
Thank you?
Today is your birthday-? I *cough cough coughing aggressive coughing* I MEAN I knew that. Happy birthday my luce. ❤️❤️❤️
*running after you*
Hey! Hey! Stop!
@brontes-father-official
(mod: lucilla sent him to try and stop you before things got out of head. idrk)
She doesn’t look back, fumbling over the staircase and tumbling down the first flight, scrambling up. who is this, now? What is he carrying? She’s going to get killed.
Wait!
*catching up to you, grabbing you by the collar and picking you up easily*
I’m not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Look-
*showing you the javelin staff, which has no blade on either side*
I only use this for herding the cows now.
. . I’m sorry I didn’t intend to scare you. I retrieved it out of habit.
*setting you down carefully, but not taking my hand of the collar of you cloak* . . Do you know elven sign?
She whimpers when she’s lifted, which send aloud report through the air, although it’s not nearly as powerful as the directed action from earlier, which caused Maylin to pass out. Still, a loud, sudden noise.
she instinctively curls up her knees a little bit from where she is in the air due to the odd feeling of sudden gravity. She stares at the… rod? Lance? As she’s set down, stumbling backwards again, and nearly going over the second flight of stairs. What is he talking about? Sign? Why would they know sign? What is happening? She pants slightly, holding the hand with her knife in front of her chest, pointed up though.
*he startles at the sound, but forces his nerves to calm*
Alright. . How about this: I’ll put this staff down, and you’ll put your dagger down. Okay?
*he speaks slowly and quietly, trying to assure that he’s understood*
Ludalf glances backwards, at the stairs, then turns and runs. It's more of a blind urge to get out get out of this oddly beautiful house. her feet- where are her shoes?
They've been torn up and too big for ages but she's sliding and tripping in her hurry, still dizzy from the drugs.
What- Hey! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!
*running after you again*
Ludalf grits her teeth, trying to hang onto her own consciousness, tumbling off the last few and hitting her chin and nose before skidding down a hallway. It’s a dead end?? Except for that room; an office maybe?
she scrambles past and there’s only one window, which looks properly hitched. She’s trapped. Ludwlf presses back into the corner. Her head hurts. She feels as though she might cry.
*panting as he comes through the door*
Stars. . . You run very fast.
. . . And I am not a cardio sort of person.
*looking at you exhaustedly before sitting down on the opposite side of the room*
Just. . Give me a second.
Ludalf stares at him wildly, but doesn’t do anything. There’s nothing to do. Screaming isn’t gonna get her anywhere is it? She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know how many people are here. Lu swallows, gently resting her chin over one knee and looking at the strange man across the room. She doesn’t let go of her knife at all, keeps it slightly extended so that… well what? Is there really anything that could protect her from such an unknown threat? She could use telekinesis, but it brings the same issue as earlier.
Does it make sense to try to talk to him? He wouldn’t know how to understand her much less likely that he’d be interested in it. He definitely wants something- maybe works for the first woman.
*he stares off for a while, not looking at anything in particular. He’s still shaken from the first vociferator screech*
*after a few minutes he looks back at you and signs just one word, unsure if you know elven sign*
Name?
Ludalf watches him sign, and eventually shift a knife out of one palm into the other. She shouldn’t tell him her real name, should she? she struggles to think of the most recent book she’s read, and signs
ANDI
*He stares at you for a few moments, but eventually shrugs. He then signs:*
My name. L-E-N-O-R-E.
Ludalf pauses, then puts two of her thumb fingers together and moves her palms back-and-forth. BIRD
She’s referencing a book she read one time or a poem rather. She’s always been very much a reader, that’s basically all she had to entertain herself growing up- Human books.
*he smiles signing:*
Yes.
*then:*
My mother, named me “light,” “bright one.”
Why Andi?
Ludalf pauses. She doesn't even know what her first name means- or... I mean Dad didn't ever explained and Mom gave her her middle name...
DON'T KNOW
she makes an unrecognizable sign after that-maybe some sort of name sign? She stares at the knife in her hand.
*he pauses momentarily, before signing:*
It's a nice name.
The two women you saw, my wife, Lucilla. And my daughter, Maylin. They are my family.
*he spells out their names, before adding name signs behind each of them*
Ludalf watches uncertainty, but repeats his words back in confirmation. Family is a sign she does not know, so she mimics it twice, setting her knife down to sign
THIS-WHAT
and signing it again.
*he furrows his brow, what sort of child that knows sign wouldn't know the one for family?*
Family. F-A-M-I-L-Y. People I love. My blood.
*he signs again:*
Your family?
my people. that would mean, friends. Family outside means ... gethen, right? That's it, just dad. But the sign seems to mean something a little different. She slowly signs
DOG
H-E-S-S-E
then repeats his sign of love. It’s exciting to be be able to talk to a new person, even if he might kill her.
Dogs are nice.
*he pauses*
Father? Mother?
*running after you*
Hey! Hey! Stop!
@brontes-father-official
(mod: lucilla sent him to try and stop you before things got out of head. idrk)
She doesn’t look back, fumbling over the staircase and tumbling down the first flight, scrambling up. who is this, now? What is he carrying? She’s going to get killed.
Wait!
*catching up to you, grabbing you by the collar and picking you up easily*
I’m not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Look-
*showing you the javelin staff, which has no blade on either side*
I only use this for herding the cows now.
. . I’m sorry I didn’t intend to scare you. I retrieved it out of habit.
*setting you down carefully, but not taking my hand of the collar of you cloak* . . Do you know elven sign?
She whimpers when she’s lifted, which send aloud report through the air, although it’s not nearly as powerful as the directed action from earlier, which caused Maylin to pass out. Still, a loud, sudden noise.
she instinctively curls up her knees a little bit from where she is in the air due to the odd feeling of sudden gravity. She stares at the… rod? Lance? As she’s set down, stumbling backwards again, and nearly going over the second flight of stairs. What is he talking about? Sign? Why would they know sign? What is happening? She pants slightly, holding the hand with her knife in front of her chest, pointed up though.
*he startles at the sound, but forces his nerves to calm*
Alright. . How about this: I’ll put this staff down, and you’ll put your dagger down. Okay?
*he speaks slowly and quietly, trying to assure that he’s understood*
Ludalf glances backwards, at the stairs, then turns and runs. It's more of a blind urge to get out get out of this oddly beautiful house. her feet- where are her shoes?
They've been torn up and too big for ages but she's sliding and tripping in her hurry, still dizzy from the drugs.
What- Hey! Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!
*running after you again*
Ludalf grits her teeth, trying to hang onto her own consciousness, tumbling off the last few and hitting her chin and nose before skidding down a hallway. It’s a dead end?? Except for that room; an office maybe?
she scrambles past and there’s only one window, which looks properly hitched. She’s trapped. Ludwlf presses back into the corner. Her head hurts. She feels as though she might cry.
*panting as he comes through the door*
Stars. . . You run very fast.
. . . And I am not a cardio sort of person.
*looking at you exhaustedly before sitting down on the opposite side of the room*
Just. . Give me a second.
Ludalf stares at him wildly, but doesn’t do anything. There’s nothing to do. Screaming isn’t gonna get her anywhere is it? She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know how many people are here. Lu swallows, gently resting her chin over one knee and looking at the strange man across the room. She doesn’t let go of her knife at all, keeps it slightly extended so that… well what? Is there really anything that could protect her from such an unknown threat? She could use telekinesis, but it brings the same issue as earlier.
Does it make sense to try to talk to him? He wouldn’t know how to understand her much less likely that he’d be interested in it. He definitely wants something- maybe works for the first woman.
*he stares off for a while, not looking at anything in particular. He’s still shaken from the first vociferator screech*
*after a few minutes he looks back at you and signs just one word, unsure if you know elven sign*
Name?
Ludalf watches him sign, and eventually shift a knife out of one palm into the other. She shouldn’t tell him her real name, should she? she struggles to think of the most recent book she’s read, and signs
ANDI
*He stares at you for a few moments, but eventually shrugs. He then signs:*
My name. L-E-N-O-R-E.
Ludalf pauses, then puts two of her thumb fingers together and moves her palms back-and-forth. BIRD
She’s referencing a book she read one time or a poem rather. She’s always been very much a reader, that’s basically all she had to entertain herself growing up- Human books.
*he smiles signing:*
Yes.
*then:*
My mother, named me “light,” “bright one.”
Why Andi?
Ludalf pauses. She doesn't even know what her first name means- or... I mean Dad didn't ever explained and Mom gave her her middle name...
DON'T KNOW
she makes an unrecognizable sign after that-maybe some sort of name sign? She stares at the knife in her hand.
*he pauses momentarily, before signing:*
It's a nice name.
The two women you saw, my wife, Lucilla. And my daughter, Maylin. They are my family.
*he spells out their names, before adding name signs behind each of them*
Ludalf watches uncertainty, but repeats his words back in confirmation. Family is a sign she does not know, so she mimics it twice, setting her knife down to sign
THIS-WHAT
and signing it again.
*he furrows his brow, what sort of child that knows sign wouldn't know the one for family?*
Family. F-A-M-I-L-Y. People I love. My blood.
*he signs again:*
Your family?
