[ At first, Blue doesn't pay her daemon much attention as it skitters around anxiously at her feet, nudges at her ankles, and flails its limbs wildly -- and in the short time that she's had the tree-like creature as a companion, she's discovered that it must find some sort of joy in urgently demanding Blue's attention for absolutely no reason at all. -- she simply writes it off as more of the daemon's odd (read: annoying) behavior. It's when all the various noises start echoing from somewhere deep within the daemon's leaves that Blue finally takes notice.
That wasn't normal.
The directions Shrubd (a name she'd given her daemon as a joke, but had somehow stuck.) gives her are fairly easy to follow: a few turns here and there that don't take Blue very far from her own small apartment, and when she arrives at the Citadel, she's honestly a little awed by the sight of it all, by all the thick and vibrant green plant life that grows over everything, a perfect mixture of nature and civilization with the way flowers and vines wind over steel and concrete.
Following behind Shrubd, who skitters with excitement, nearly tripping over its branch-like limbs, Blue finds her way to where the party is.... well, not happening. Still in the early stages of coming together, it looks more like a mess of vegetation and various decor and Blue looks around curiously, questioningly. ]
Wait, what? [ Her gaze shoots to the daemon when it speaks, Blue's brows furrowing at the statement. ] What is that supposed to mean?
( two : the partying continues )
[ She didn't party much back Henrietta, but making a new life for oneself requires new habits, right? Trying new things. Stepping outside of one's comfort zone.
A task that Blue discovers is a hundred times easier when she's gotten at least one drink in her system -- although, the drink hadn't come without any consequence and subsequent complaints, the first one Blue had tried had tasted like something akin to dirt-flavored vodka.
And no matter how much Blue might love good old Mother Earth, she's sure that no one enjoys dirt vodka.
One drink leads Blue to another and it's not long before she's returning to the bar.... and it's not long after that before this small eccentric girl is grimacing, spitting out the mouthful of liquid she'd just half-swallowed down from her newly refilled glass.
Sorry if you happen to be in the splash zone. ]
Oh my God, that's disgusting!
( three : exploring the citadel )
[ While most people her age probably would have loved to spend the entire night partying and drinking until they couldn't see or walk straight, Blue grows bored of then party scene rather quickly. The music changes from one extreme to the next -- from classical to hard rock, from bass booming electronica to soft jazz -- which does little for creating any kind of ambience at all, the drinks are a little too strong for her -- she's had more than a couple, which leaves her steps a little wobbly as she takes them -- and a few had even tasted absolutely horrible, and most of the people in attendance are ones she doesn't know which had left her awkwardly standing alone for most of the time.
So, Blue allows her somewhat unsteady steps to lead her away from all the music, booze and dancing to the much quieter hallways and corridors lined with various doors. Both opened and closed. Some locked and others not. Green plant life sprouts from everywhere, climbing up the walls and across the ceiling, peeking from the tiniest cracks, and Blue runs her fingers along the foliage fondly as she walks.
The first room she finds open looks like a computer lab -- or rather, underneath all the vines and flowers, it does. -- and Blue ends up idly walking the perimeter of the room a few times over before all of the plant life starts to recede, vines unwinding from around the computers and desks until everything in the room appears to be completely usable.
(And this whole process would have been something that shocked Blue a little more had she not seen it happen already a few times before. And were her daemon not a walking, and sometimes talking, piece of flora.) ]
Hm. [ She hums, stepping up to one of the machines and looking it over curiously. Blue isn't exactly well versed when it comes to technology -- she's sure she was one of the few 18 year-olds that she knew who still struggled to work a smartphone. -- but that doesn't stop her from giving it a try. ] Now which button turns you on?
[ And with that, she proceeds to search for a button to power the computer on. ]
( four : wildcard )
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Blue Sargent | The Raven Cycle | OTA
[ At first, Blue doesn't pay her daemon much attention as it skitters around anxiously at her feet, nudges at her ankles, and flails its limbs wildly -- and in the short time that she's had the tree-like creature as a companion, she's discovered that it must find some sort of joy in urgently demanding Blue's attention for absolutely no reason at all. -- she simply writes it off as more of the daemon's odd (read: annoying) behavior. It's when all the various noises start echoing from somewhere deep within the daemon's leaves that Blue finally takes notice.
That wasn't normal.
The directions Shrubd (a name she'd given her daemon as a joke, but had somehow stuck.) gives her are fairly easy to follow: a few turns here and there that don't take Blue very far from her own small apartment, and when she arrives at the Citadel, she's honestly a little awed by the sight of it all, by all the thick and vibrant green plant life that grows over everything, a perfect mixture of nature and civilization with the way flowers and vines wind over steel and concrete.
Following behind Shrubd, who skitters with excitement, nearly tripping over its branch-like limbs, Blue finds her way to where the party is.... well, not happening. Still in the early stages of coming together, it looks more like a mess of vegetation and various decor and Blue looks around curiously, questioningly. ]
Wait, what? [ Her gaze shoots to the daemon when it speaks, Blue's brows furrowing at the statement. ] What is that supposed to mean?
[ She didn't party much back Henrietta, but making a new life for oneself requires new habits, right? Trying new things. Stepping outside of one's comfort zone.
A task that Blue discovers is a hundred times easier when she's gotten at least one drink in her system -- although, the drink hadn't come without any consequence and subsequent complaints, the first one Blue had tried had tasted like something akin to dirt-flavored vodka.
And no matter how much Blue might love good old Mother Earth, she's sure that no one enjoys dirt vodka.
One drink leads Blue to another and it's not long before she's returning to the bar.... and it's not long after that before this small eccentric girl is grimacing, spitting out the mouthful of liquid she'd just half-swallowed down from her newly refilled glass.
Sorry if you happen to be in the splash zone. ]
Oh my God, that's disgusting!
[ While most people her age probably would have loved to spend the entire night partying and drinking until they couldn't see or walk straight, Blue grows bored of then party scene rather quickly. The music changes from one extreme to the next -- from classical to hard rock, from bass booming electronica to soft jazz -- which does little for creating any kind of ambience at all, the drinks are a little too strong for her -- she's had more than a couple, which leaves her steps a little wobbly as she takes them -- and a few had even tasted absolutely horrible, and most of the people in attendance are ones she doesn't know which had left her awkwardly standing alone for most of the time.
So, Blue allows her somewhat unsteady steps to lead her away from all the music, booze and dancing to the much quieter hallways and corridors lined with various doors. Both opened and closed. Some locked and others not. Green plant life sprouts from everywhere, climbing up the walls and across the ceiling, peeking from the tiniest cracks, and Blue runs her fingers along the foliage fondly as she walks.
The first room she finds open looks like a computer lab -- or rather, underneath all the vines and flowers, it does. -- and Blue ends up idly walking the perimeter of the room a few times over before all of the plant life starts to recede, vines unwinding from around the computers and desks until everything in the room appears to be completely usable.
(And this whole process would have been something that shocked Blue a little more had she not seen it happen already a few times before. And were her daemon not a walking, and sometimes talking, piece of flora.) ]
Hm. [ She hums, stepping up to one of the machines and looking it over curiously. Blue isn't exactly well versed when it comes to technology -- she's sure she was one of the few 18 year-olds that she knew who still struggled to work a smartphone. -- but that doesn't stop her from giving it a try. ] Now which button turns you on?
[ And with that, she proceeds to search for a button to power the computer on. ]
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