"So Melanc, Thanksgiving. Do you even celebrate such a holiday or soemthing similar?"
"I do nottt celebrattte Ttthanksgiving, buttt I do celebrattte ttthe Harvesttt Festttival. Like your human Ttthanksgiving holiday, ittt is a feasttt around ttthe tttime of ttthe harvesttt."
(Melanc Vivura) He wore a light grey hooded trench coat and pants, a white t-shirt, and also white and grey shoes. He also had a silver chain necklace around his neck, the pendant a three pronged crown that was half white and black. He had grey spiked hair and his irises were silver and looked at least twenty. He accidently ran into the other. "Oh, sorry."
"Oh! Hello! I didn'ttt expecttt ttto meettt anyone ttthis deep in ttthe foresttt. Do you need somettthing?"
A human sits down slumped next to a tree. A bit beat up but good otherwise. He slept under the trees shade hoping the sun wouldn't get him. All while not to far from a jade's house
A jadeblood in a wheelchair rolls on over to the human, having been on her way back to her hive. The sun hasn't risen yet, thank goodness.
"Oh my, are you quittte alrighttt?"
She looks around furtively and rolls her wheelchair to a place hidden from sight from all but the human. Then, the wheelchair begins to transform into a chariot, and brass armor covers the troll's entire body, completely hiding her identity. She speaks through the helmet, a voice changer keeping people from recognizing her voice.
"This is no place to die"
Everyone knows that a superhero must have a one-liner, but come on, this one is kinda cliche. Also what the fuck how is this troll a superhero? That's fuckin stupid. Probably a wannabe or an upstart.
Anyway, she picks up the human and drives off home.
There's really only one thing to think about this greeting. 'Excuse me what the fuck?'
The blank void shakes. Impossible colors flash from holes in the nothing around you. Shapes that defy your mind flit around, simultaneously directly in your face and infinitely far away. The air feels like carpet as you take shuddering breaths. Voices swarm through your head, speaking tongues that make your mind recoil in horror. The void below the blocks of static before you opens wide like a maw.
So Melanc, you starting to get used to having a mammal girlfriend? You seemed freaked when Linkle explained they don't come from eggs.
"She is nottt my girlfriend. She is merely a close friend attt ttthe momenttt. Ittt is nottt as if I have such feelings for her. Goodness me, if everyone I inttteracttted wittth were ttto be in a quadranttt wittth me, I would have attt leasttt ttten matttesprittts."
Melanc is possibly in denial of her feelings. One may even call her tsundere.
"As for ttthe mammal questttion, ittt will tttake some tttime ttto come ttto ttterms wittth mammalian biology in a sapienttt creattture. I may be a nattturalisttt, buttt I specialize more in planttts."
Hello melanc! What kinds of things grind your gears?
"One ttthing ttthattt really, as you say, 'grinds my gears,' is when I cannottt seem ttto find whattt ttthe exacttt cause of a mechanical failure is. Have you ever had your leg suddenly stttop working and had ttto dig around in ttthe mechanism ttto figure outtt which gear stttripped or whattt belttt broke? Lightttmare."