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004 〖 ♍ ♑〗 video

[The feed opens up slightly shaky, obviously being held by someone quite upset. There’s some hushed muttering as the camera focuses on the front door of a small residence in Orlea. Bright green spray paint is scrawled across the door and windows and siding, spelling out hateful messages such as ‘ALIEN FREAKS’ and ‘GET OUT.’

Porrim, from behind the camera, sighs, and then calls out towards the house:]

Kurloz? You might want to see this...

[From the doorway you can hear footsteps, hurried due to the pitch in her voice. He comes down the stairs and is by her side still out of shot. No sound is made, something that wouldn’t be unusual with the mime, however it’s like the world just stopped. Slowly he steps forward into the view and touches the paint lightly—it was fresh. He looks back at Porrim, face blank and expressionless, the only real way to make a mime speechless

Porrim turns the camera of her phone toward her own face, and it’s like a storm cloud has passed over her normally serene expression; her brows are drawn downward and there’s a toothy scowl on her mouth. But when she speaks, there’s not just anger but a hint of sadness. Who would do something like this...?]

It seems like our neighbors aren’t too happy that we’ve invaded the neighborhood. Too bad we can’t get back in our SPACESHIP— [She raises her voice and shouts that word toward the neighboring houses, before taking a deep, calming breath]—and fly away home. Is anyone else having problems like this?

[[ooc: replies will be coming from both Porrim and Kurloz (

kurloz_makara)!]]

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[Victor's stunned enough by what he sees at first. But the voice calling a name he recognizes -- and seeing Kurloz's reaction to the hateful words -- well. That just gets his blood boiling. He goes ahead and activates his own video, revealing one very angry-looking young Victorian man.]

I haven't been having any troubles over here, but -- that is just -- people disgust me sometimes, they really do. Can't even make the effort to be civil to anyone else who's even slightly different. . .

[Now it's all reminding him unpleasantly of his hometown, and how easily his fellow villagers were convinced to think of their dead loved ones as demons and damned souls, and that's just raising his dander even more.]

And I was starting to think the one thing this world was good at was being friendly. . .

[Porrim's reply is a little late, mostly due to the fact that she and Kurloz have been sort of shell-shocked by all this. She gives the pale young man on the other end a weak sort of smile.]

I had thought so, as well. We haven't had any conflicts with our neighbors. I don't think I've even met all of them...

[Perfectly understandable. Victor lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head.]

Some people are just like that, I'm afraid. Wiling to condemn anyone different from themselves on the slightest pretext. . . Too caught up in fear to actually see if someone's dangerous or not. . .

Forgive me, I should introduce myself. Victor Van Dort. Your roommate knows me a bit -- we met shortly after I arrived. One of the first to tell me what was going on, in fact.

[Kurloz comes up behind Porrim, wrapping his arms around her and smiling at victor, waving his hand a little. He had been trying to comfort the girl but it was obvious he's awkward and unsure of what to do.]

[He then waves his hand a little in an "eeehhh...kinda sorta, way." They were dangerous, more dangerous than you can imagine, Victor. But they chose not to hurt them...though he may reconsider this fact if they pursue on this route. And with that thought he stares/glares off into space.]

[Victor returns the wave with a little smile of his own. Yeah, Victor knows how that goes. He's awkward and unsure when it comes to comforting too.

As for the "kinda-sorta" hand waggle. . . Victor considers it for a moment. One could say that about his dead friends too, perhaps. They did drag a man off to, if not eternal torment, then at least a good few months of whatever pain they could inflict on him. On the other hand, said man was an unrepentant murderer and all-around arse, so. . .]

If you weren't hurting anyone, why not just leave you alone? If it's obvious all you wish to do is live your own lives in peace. . .

[She relaxes back into Kurloz's arms, and it's probably obvious that this is somewhat different from a friendly embrace, but she doesn't seem fazed by it at all.]

I'm sure he'd have told me about you, but he's not quite the talkative type.

[Despite being upset still, she laughs softly at the other troll's response. They could be dangerous, sure, though he is probably more apt to be violent than Porrim, who tends toward motherly or flirtatious, depending. She shrugs.]

Your guess is as good as mine. I've been here more than two months now, and there's been no trouble at all.

[Victor does notice, and it puzzles him a bit because Kurloz mentioned loving someone who wasn't here. . .but it's not any of his business, and it's not like he hasn't loved someone else when he thought he'd never see his first love again. Besides, he doesn't know the exact nature of any of these relationships, and with Kurloz and Porrim clearly not human and from such a different world --

Okay, he's confusing himself. Bottom line, not any of his business. Moving on. He chuckles at Porrim's joke, then shrugs back.]

I don't know what to tell you, then. You'd think something like this would have started right away. . .then again, people can be pretty fickle about what they accept one day and don't accept another sometimes.

[Hello old bitterness toward his hometown! Haven't seen you in a bit!]

[You see Victor, he couldn't tell you about Porrim or troll relationships because he forgot and it's a very complicated and confusing things anyway. Point is, they’re not even in one of those kind of relationships, they've foregone such things and are working outside the forces of Quadrants. ]

[But it suites them perfectly.]

[He nuzzles into her a little, taking in her scent and just being sappy really after she leans into his embrace. He obviously does care about her a lot. And he would absolutely destroy anybody (here) that would dare to hurt her, or threaten her.]

[Kurloz has to nod solemnly at Victors words, he knew that too well.]

[Hey, as long as they're happy. Which Victor can see, and it does bring a little smile onto his face. Good friends, friends with benefits, lovers -- whatever they are, they're content, and that's all that really matters, isn't it?

And the protective instinct? If Alice were here, Victor would likely be feeling the same way about her. Even now he can't help but worry about her -- yes, she's capable of taking care of herself, but. . .well, being in love means worrying sometimes.

He sighs.]

Hopefully it's not all of them. Just a very vocal -- so to speak -- minority. After all, if you've had no problems beforehand. . .

[She blinks her wide, white eyes at Victor, nodding slightly at what he's saying.]

I do hope you're right, Victor.

[And then, she realizes that she's completely forgotten to introduce herself.]

Oh! I'm so sorry, I haven't even told you my name. I'm Porrim Maryam, and it's really nice to meet you. [She waves a long-fingered, sharp-clawed hand in a distracted manner.] I'm just so...thrown-off, I suppose, by all this.

I hope I'm right too. . .

[He gives her a small smile.]

It's all right. You're certainly allowed to be distracted, given the -- circumstances. It's nice to meet you as well, Porrim. I just wish it could have been for a more pleasant reason.

[Her smile widens, becomes a little warmer.]

We can fix that. You're certainly welcome to come over sometime to visit. I could try to make human dinner, even.

[Kurloz tilts his head at Porrim's words, now resting on her shoulder. Human dinner? Really?]

[But he looked forward to the possibility of Victor coming over. He'd like that, before he forwent such things because he was living in a grave yard and didn't have much to offer.