The Disciple | Magdayma (thedisciple) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2011-08-19 09:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ibram gaunt, nepeta leijon |
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[There was something a bit odd about being gifted, of all things, a welcome basket when you were hauled into a prison. It felt like they were being mocked, she supposed, and the pamphlet while informative only heightened the effect. She had already read the pamphlet but she wasn't sure how much of it to believe given her circumstances. A lot of this was rather difficult to take in, but she felt a little better prepared to it thanks to the visions the Signless had spoken of. The possibility of time and various dimensions had always been there.
She never expected should would end up a traveler, but if all this was true then it was best to just accept it and take things in stride. Her biggest concern was how much of this she should believe, and that as far as she had seen she was the only troll around. Mostly she had just seen robots and strange, hornless alien creatures. So far they had only given her some wide-eyed stares but she preferred to err on the side of caution.
With that in mind, and with a desire to rest from the emotionally and physically exhausting past couple days she had had since she and her companions were captured, she dragged herself to a nearby tree to observe and be somewhat obscured, and try not to look as beat down as she really felt. In her hands she twirled the communicator, deciding against using it for now. She idea of speaking with a bunch of strangers, and giving herself away to anyone who might recognize her did not seem the best idea right now. The prison who huge according to the map, who knew who else might be here.]