> The Ψiioniic & The Disciple: Meet

[k33perofhisword.livejournal.com]

[Word of the powerful psychic had reached their ears towns before they arrived in the one he actually resided in. He certainly had to be something if his name was so widespread, but somehow she felt that the interest Signless had taken in him extended much farther than that. All three of them had been hoping that he would show to up to the sermon, but when none showed that bore the description they had been given of him, Magdayma had left in search of him.

In all honesty she was not entirely certain what she would say to him, knowing little of what their leader had in mind, but she did know he must suffer greatly if his powers were as great as the stories expressed. Doubtless the Highbloods tries to squeeze as much use out of him as possible. In that, at least they may be able to do something for him but Mag had no idea what to expect of this guy, and if he would be particularly receptive.

She arrived at is hive, now filled with a little more uncertainty. She too was still relatively new to the group, and still a bit unaccustomed at speaking with people due her previous, hermetic lifestyle.

Still, she was here, and she had been the one to offer to seek him out, so without much more deliberation she knocked on his door, wondering if he would even be here.]

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[dorkytracksuit.livejournal.com]

His hive was humble to say the least. He wasn't a slave in name, but rather one by nature. Forced into various tasks of servitude simply because of his gift and his caste. It didn't bother him. Not all the time anyway, he often would remind himself how lucky he was not to be a slave, to at least have his own hive and his own freewill (at least a kind of freewill). He knew there was another, a radical, who felt differently. He'd heard the rumors, about a troll that preached peace and equality. He had to admit it sounded nice, but the idea was so strange. He knew something like that could never come to fruition. Still.

He sat in his hive, occupying himself with the various and meager technology he'd managed to afford, when he'd heard a knock at his door. A visitor at this time of the night was strange, so it was with some slight trepidation that he made his way over to and opened the door with simply a thought and a soft flash of red and blue. Standing just outside was a rather wild looking green blood. He was confused about why she would be here at his hive at this time of night, but knew better than to let his befuddlement show on his face. Especially in the presence of a green blood.

"Do you need something?" he asked, face straight and voice steady.

[k33perofhisword.livejournal.com]

She gave him a smile in turn, one genuine and warm and then held out her hand in greeting to show that she had no weapon, but also that she was coming here as his equal despite her higher status on the hemospectrum.

"Greetings. I apologize for disturbing you at this hour. My name is Magdayma. Are you the one they refer to as the Ψiioniic?" She hadn't been sure what to expect, but she is certain regardless of whatever she might have imagined him as she would have been a little surprised by the reality.