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Oh, dear child, you are much closer to fact then you would like to believe.

“It would be much more rude of me to simply ignore your question when I just told you that such an inquiry would be allowed, would it not?” Standing, he held the saucer of which the cup of tea had been placed on carefully between his fingers; eased steps bringing him to stand before the young troll with the drink extended for him to take.

“Be careful, it’s still quite hot. As for what I am, that can not be answered with a simple answer of race, for I am not bound to one in particular. In the easiest terms, I am my own race, my own kind, of which has been named a Guardian. The first guardian of Alternia, more specifically.”

You take the saucer carefully, holding the handle of the cup delicately while looking up at him. Of course staring is quite rude and you don’t intend to do it, but you’re not quite sure where his eyes, or even his face lies so you’re forced to look as though you’re staring at the giant ball atop his shoulders.

Gently, you blow on the tea and look down into the cup momentarily as he speaks, glancing up at him when he’s done declaring himself the first guardian of Alternia.

“I’m afraid I’m not quite sure what you mean, as that doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense to me. How could you be the first guardian, if one at all?”

A gesture of futility, really, but he’d respect the obvious choice to provide some form of protection in the way of space.

Such a wary troll, this one was.

“You would be assuming correctly, Mr. Vantas. Please, take a seat on one of the couches. Your tea shall be ready shortly.” A small nod of his dome towards the green-splashed couches that were on the other side of the room.

“And please, do not stall yourself from asking questions that you have. I know that I am not the most conventional master, and many others before you have made inquiries about it.

I shall not take your curiosity as a sign of rudeness, so you also needn’t be stopping yourself because of it.”

You give him an odd look the moment he says that, curious as to whether or not he can read your mind but you decide that would be stupid indeed and carefully take your seat, still very cautious of the surroundings.

“I don’t want to be rude, though my curiosity seems to be, at least to me. I’d like to ask ah, what exactly you are? See, that seems highly offensive, asking it aloud, even more so. I just have never encountered anyone that looks like you, so I’m afraid my curiosity has gotten the better of me. If it does offend you, you’re free not to answer me.”

It was a beautiful part of the house that no one seemed to really grasp unless it got in there way.

That is, without a guide, it was impossible to find what you wanted, or get where you needed to be.

At least on time.

Which, by the same stroke of fate, made it near-impossible for slaves to escape without either outside help or Scratch deciding to play their little game of rebellion just to let them see how hopeless it was.

A much larger room opened up to the young troll, sounds of a typewriter fading away as Doc instead leaned to his right and poured out a cup of tea.

“Please, do come in, Mr. Vantas. I’ve been expecting you.”

You frown a little bit at him before wiping it from your face and moving forward to stand close to him. Not nearly close enough for him to grab you of course, just in case he should decide to. But it’s rather obvious to you that he has no intention of doing so. All in all he seems quite civil.

“Ah. I’m assuming you are Doc Scratch then? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I couldn’t imagine anyone else who would be expecting me.”

Needless to say you weren’t expecting this at all. What is he even? Certainly not a troll and certainly not a human. Should you even ask? No, no. That would likely be rude.

Both doors swung shut behind him after he entered, but by no move of the guards that had already begun to walk back to the car.

Halls of green were what greeted the young alternian, each one spanning much farther then they should, with multitudes of offshoots pushing out in even greater directions every few feet.

So, it was really no surprise that after the first few turns, it was near impossible to tell where he was anymore.

The only change in his stimuli can about in the light sounds of a typewriter being typed into; becoming louder and louder as Kankri walked further into the manor.

#manipulativecueball #(changes pov accidentally but is too lazy to change it)

Needless to say, the place gives you and eerie sort of vibe, something that leaves you unsettled as you realize how lost you’ve become just from walking for a few minutes.

Nonetheless, you push yourself to keep walking, trying your damnedest to memorize which way you’ve been but once you try to talk back to where you came, you can’t recognize where you’ve been.

Finally you simply follow the sound of the typewriter, arms crossed over your chest and a displeased look crossing your features as you get close and closer to the source of the sound, cautiously poking your head in the area you’re sure it’s coming from.

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you havwe tvwo pictures of yourself on your blog. nice posters, by the vway, are you a fan of musicals?

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9h, f9rgive me. I wasn’t aware y9u had g9ne thr9ugh my 6l9g en9ugh t9 l99k at pictures 9f myself. 6ut yes, I am a fan 9f musicals. I’ve recently watched Les Miséra6les, which was really w9nderful alth9ugh I f9und it t9 6e quite sad. Are y9u a fan 9f musicals as well?

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loqudox replied to your post:i got a lot of likes on my ‘say hi’ post, but only…

I h9nestly d9n’t kn9w what t9 say t9 y9u.

then let me say something to you: i bet you havwe a lovwely smile.

Well, that’s awfully kind 9f y9u, 6ut y9u d9n’t kn9w what I l99k like s9 h9w c9uld y9u assume that my smile w9uld 6e l9vely? I mean, y9u c9uld assume that my ic9n is my face, 6ut if that isn’t the case, y9u’re c9mplimenting s9me9ne y9u’ve never seen 6ef9re.

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“Not a’ all. I’m just sayin’ that your attitude is buggin’ me a hell of a lot.” He was not even going to address the continued topic that the troll had ushered forth in his latter sentences, instead cursing himself for agreeing to transport a still wet-behind-the-ears slave.

Then again, when Doc asks you to do something, you don’t really say no.

Both guards stepped slightly to the side as the door was reached, it opening of seemingly it’s own accord as they both nodded for him to get goin’. “Just go, runt. He’ll find ya, even if you dont’ want him to.”

After a moment he glanced back and forth between the escorts and sighed, walking inside the mansion with a bit of hesitation. He wasn’t exactly comfortable entering someones home unannounced, even if the other had been expecting him.

Almost immediately after entering, Kankri decided to wander a bit, deciding to scope out the place just in case the “Doc Scratch” person turned out to be absolutely awful and he had to make a quick escape. The whole decor of the place wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. Of course, he didn’t know exactly what he was expecting, it was just fairly new to him.

Of course, if the Doc was sure going to find him, whether you wanted him to or not, what exactly would be the point in running?