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naturaltwohands) wrote2017-09-10 09:52 pm
naturaltwohands) wrote2017-09-10 09:52 pm
THE HUNTER ARRIVES [Prewritten post]
A. Immediately upon arrival; this first part of his top level mostly closed to close CR unless it makes sense for otherwise; Psychic post OTA
The return to oneself after being another is always disorienting, and Drizzt would have stumbled upon taking a step forward if he wasn't, well, himself. Drizzt pauses in step then, looking around at the change in Liminal Space. Guenhwyvar nuzzles at his hand, and he moves it to stroke the giant panther's head. There is no other way to describe Liminal Space as... sweet.
He is almost immediately amused. What a strange Liminal Space; he wonders if everything is edible. It's not the smell of nature, which Drizzt prefers among all others, but Drizzt does take in the scent of chocolate, inhaling with a wide smile on his face.
Almost on an impulse, seeing the distance between some of the lotus leaves being too far apart to be easily leapt between, Drizzt tries the weight of one foot on the chocolate water and is not too surprised to see that it holds the his weight. Drizzt steps forward a moment after he's certain that he's not wrong, and finds himself being supported with both feet on the water. That gets a chuckle from him. The Arcana always make sure there is some way for the Travelers to be able to move freely through Liminal Space.
His smile fades as his thoughts travel back to Harrogate, which the Jaunt could have only been. It had been not what he had expected, and Drizzt can feel his mind knows much more about technology than it once did. And my, Darius had been quite--intense about his more base urges as well. He had been warned about porn on the internet, but he had been entirely unaware that there was so much of it. And that had only been a small subsection of it, made for men with men! But, no. That is not important. Drizzt shoves all of that to the back of his mind, in a box, and shuts the lid up tightly.
Sorting through the memories of Darius will have to wait. While he knows others likely had it worse, and this Liminal might do much to sooth the pain that Jaunt had caused, Drizzt is not nearly so shattered by what Darius experienced--he stayed on the edge of the worst of it, thankfully, due to getting sick at just the right time. It was still quite frightening, of course, but Drizzt has experienced many terrifying sights in his young life, and he knows he can handle it better than most.
It will be his friends that need reassurances and tenderness more than himself. So he vows to be there for them, to be a patient and steady pillar of strength for them as they work through the emotions of whatever horrors they had faced. At least he will not have to go far to find them comfort food.
But first, before he can do that--Drizzt calls out privately over the network to speak with his father and stepmother, to get an assertion that they are both all right. Except that he doesn't. Or rather, that he cannot. Something that can only mean one thing.
Eyes wide, Drizzt breaks into a run, his footfalls causing splashes that ripple in their wake. He searches quickly for Zaknafein's training hall, leaving Guenhwyvar to follow him in confusion--she knows he is upset through their Pogemon bond, although it's also clearly written on his face. The screams of another Traveler enter his mind, but he cannot respond, cannot provide her comfort. His mind is only focused on one thought: it must exist!
And the training hall does. Drizzt finds it soon enough, heart hammering as he steps into the grand hall. Guenhwyvar is beginning to understand what has upset Drizzt so.
The room feels empty, devoid of spirit, and Drizzt's mind returns back to that day so many decades ago when his father was sacrificed in his stead. It had felt just as empty as this. Just as--
"No!" Drizzt grows angrily, blocking out the despair as he rushes into Zaknafein's bedroom.
It is empty, just like Drizzt knew it would be but hoped it would not be. Zaknafein's swords remain where he left them. The swords....
Just like before. Just like--
Drizzt's hands clutch into fists at his sides, Guenhwyvar walking up next to him, eyes shining with worry. She knows. He knows. And yet, Drizzt refuses to believe.
"I will not lose him again," Drizzt growls out, his building rage blinding him. "I will not."
Then his mind rolls forth, his anger slamming into the network, his thoughts barely coherent as the Hunter fights for control. My parents are gone. I must bring them back. One of you must know. Tell me now!
Never before in Synodiporia has Drizzt Do'Urden been so fully enraged--because anger is so much easier to feel than the agonizing pain of losing his father after they had truly become father and son.
B. OTA, A few hours after the explosion, in his room
Drizzt sits on a folded over sleeping roll, next to the campfire and in front of the stones. He stares into the fire, not caring how it stings his sensitive eyes, his eyes distant and unseeing. The drow has his knees half-pulled to his chest, his hands gripping the twin swords resting in that crook where his legs and upper body meet. Guenhwyvar is his silent companion, laying behind him so that she serves a backrest, almost curled around him like an armchair.
Neither are facing the door to his forest room, but only Guenhwyvar looks up and back to anyone who enters. Drizzt does not turn, only stiffening slightly and closing his eyes against the intrusion. It is not his place to ask for reassurances, and so he has not, as many more have just suffered far greater pain than he currently feels. But he also knows he cannot turn away those that wish to lessen his pain.
To turn them away would be even more unkind than how he had acted.
The return to oneself after being another is always disorienting, and Drizzt would have stumbled upon taking a step forward if he wasn't, well, himself. Drizzt pauses in step then, looking around at the change in Liminal Space. Guenhwyvar nuzzles at his hand, and he moves it to stroke the giant panther's head. There is no other way to describe Liminal Space as... sweet.
He is almost immediately amused. What a strange Liminal Space; he wonders if everything is edible. It's not the smell of nature, which Drizzt prefers among all others, but Drizzt does take in the scent of chocolate, inhaling with a wide smile on his face.
Almost on an impulse, seeing the distance between some of the lotus leaves being too far apart to be easily leapt between, Drizzt tries the weight of one foot on the chocolate water and is not too surprised to see that it holds the his weight. Drizzt steps forward a moment after he's certain that he's not wrong, and finds himself being supported with both feet on the water. That gets a chuckle from him. The Arcana always make sure there is some way for the Travelers to be able to move freely through Liminal Space.
His smile fades as his thoughts travel back to Harrogate, which the Jaunt could have only been. It had been not what he had expected, and Drizzt can feel his mind knows much more about technology than it once did. And my, Darius had been quite--intense about his more base urges as well. He had been warned about porn on the internet, but he had been entirely unaware that there was so much of it. And that had only been a small subsection of it, made for men with men! But, no. That is not important. Drizzt shoves all of that to the back of his mind, in a box, and shuts the lid up tightly.
Sorting through the memories of Darius will have to wait. While he knows others likely had it worse, and this Liminal might do much to sooth the pain that Jaunt had caused, Drizzt is not nearly so shattered by what Darius experienced--he stayed on the edge of the worst of it, thankfully, due to getting sick at just the right time. It was still quite frightening, of course, but Drizzt has experienced many terrifying sights in his young life, and he knows he can handle it better than most.
It will be his friends that need reassurances and tenderness more than himself. So he vows to be there for them, to be a patient and steady pillar of strength for them as they work through the emotions of whatever horrors they had faced. At least he will not have to go far to find them comfort food.
But first, before he can do that--Drizzt calls out privately over the network to speak with his father and stepmother, to get an assertion that they are both all right. Except that he doesn't. Or rather, that he cannot. Something that can only mean one thing.
Eyes wide, Drizzt breaks into a run, his footfalls causing splashes that ripple in their wake. He searches quickly for Zaknafein's training hall, leaving Guenhwyvar to follow him in confusion--she knows he is upset through their Pogemon bond, although it's also clearly written on his face. The screams of another Traveler enter his mind, but he cannot respond, cannot provide her comfort. His mind is only focused on one thought: it must exist!
And the training hall does. Drizzt finds it soon enough, heart hammering as he steps into the grand hall. Guenhwyvar is beginning to understand what has upset Drizzt so.
The room feels empty, devoid of spirit, and Drizzt's mind returns back to that day so many decades ago when his father was sacrificed in his stead. It had felt just as empty as this. Just as--
"No!" Drizzt grows angrily, blocking out the despair as he rushes into Zaknafein's bedroom.
It is empty, just like Drizzt knew it would be but hoped it would not be. Zaknafein's swords remain where he left them. The swords....
Just like before. Just like--
Drizzt's hands clutch into fists at his sides, Guenhwyvar walking up next to him, eyes shining with worry. She knows. He knows. And yet, Drizzt refuses to believe.
"I will not lose him again," Drizzt growls out, his building rage blinding him. "I will not."
Then his mind rolls forth, his anger slamming into the network, his thoughts barely coherent as the Hunter fights for control. My parents are gone. I must bring them back. One of you must know. Tell me now!
Never before in Synodiporia has Drizzt Do'Urden been so fully enraged--because anger is so much easier to feel than the agonizing pain of losing his father after they had truly become father and son.
B. OTA, A few hours after the explosion, in his room
Drizzt sits on a folded over sleeping roll, next to the campfire and in front of the stones. He stares into the fire, not caring how it stings his sensitive eyes, his eyes distant and unseeing. The drow has his knees half-pulled to his chest, his hands gripping the twin swords resting in that crook where his legs and upper body meet. Guenhwyvar is his silent companion, laying behind him so that she serves a backrest, almost curled around him like an armchair.
Neither are facing the door to his forest room, but only Guenhwyvar looks up and back to anyone who enters. Drizzt does not turn, only stiffening slightly and closing his eyes against the intrusion. It is not his place to ask for reassurances, and so he has not, as many more have just suffered far greater pain than he currently feels. But he also knows he cannot turn away those that wish to lessen his pain.
To turn them away would be even more unkind than how he had acted.