Day 2
Light filtered in through the windows. Raldon groaned at the bright intrusion and rolled onto his side to get away from it, the blankets pulled over his head. In that brief moment of disturbed sleep, memories flooded back to him. Ellen, the ice storm, the Dolem singing in the distance, the heavy feeling of cold slowly claiming him. He jolted awake and glanced about frantically. Recognition slowly dawned on him. He was in his room, in his bed... And he remembered everything.
He rubbed his face with both hands. How long was he out? What about the Britanians? Ellen turned out to be a snake, no friend at all. She probably froze them all out of spite or something. He laid back down slowly, his head felt like Tasha was trying to squeeze it with both hands again. A little more rest couldn't hurt... right?
The sky burned red and orange when he opened his eyes once more. Somehow, he had slept most of the day. He grumbled as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After washing his hands, he washed his face and changed his clothes. He was... miserable. His body felt heavy and slow, pressure squeezed his head, and now that he was up and taking inventory of his body he was regretfully aware that his left nostril was plugged up.
With a sniffle, he crossed his room to head out to the kitchen. He froze in the doorway, like a deer in headlights. A creature hovered outside his room, a singular leg like structure that fanned out to give the impression of wide hips and a torso, with arms permanently raised at angles in the air. He stared at it, it hovered there. Maybe staring back? It was hard to tell. But it did not attack, though he knew it was likely capable. It reminded him of the ugly blimp he and the Xephon had destroyed. Neither made a move for long moments, not until a tickle in his nose grew to an itch. He sneezed into his elbow, pulled the door shut behind him, and made his way to the kitchen. The creature followed.
The kitchen was as well stocked as ever. And from here, the men in suits stationed outside were far more visible. He huffed and ignored them as well. He could deal with them later. For now, it was time to get something to eat. Soup sounded like a good idea. It was a simple task with everything in the house. It took time and effort, by the time he finished cooking he scarcly wanted to eat. He had to keep up his strength, if he wanted to escape. Before that, he needed a plan. He sank on the couch with a bowl of soup, missing the spicy peppers from the garden. He ate in silence with the occasional glance to the blue creature hovering nearby. This was going to get annoying for sure.
He set the empty bowl aside half an hour later, then shifted his attention to the creature. He poked it, prodded it, climbed atop it, and even gnawed on it a little. It wasn't metal. It tasted more like a rock if he was honest. With a sigh, he sat upon the creature's 'shoulder's', chin propped on it's pop tab like head that had rotated upward and arms wrapped around it's 'neck'. What an odd thing, but at least it wasn't hostile. Maybe he could use this to his advantage, somehow.
Day 3
Raldon had only two constant companions now, misery and dotem. At least today he could afford to spend the time to make a proper full pot of soup. Maybe he'd share with the guards. But were they keeping him in? Or keeping others out. Well, no time like the present to figure that out. He pulled out the gloves, a wicker basket, and the clippers from the gardening supplies. He grabbed his straw hat, put on his apron, then paused to glance back at the Dotem. It hovered there, silent as ever, following like a lost puppy. He grinned at it as an awful idea entered his head.
When he stepped outside carrying his basket, the Dotem dutifully followed. His mother's garden apron clashed with the blue and tan hues of the creature. The hat looked ridiculous on it, and the tools he taped to it's arms wobbled precariously. He wore a smirk of utter triumph, ignoring the guards and their reactions while making his way to the garden. At least someone had kept taking care of it while he was gone. The dotem hovered nearby, ever vigilant and silent. He sorted through the plants, picking off the undesirable nodes and selecting the ripe ones for the soup he was planning.
Light filtered in through the windows. Raldon groaned at the bright intrusion and rolled onto his side to get away from it, the blankets pulled over his head. In that brief moment of disturbed sleep, memories flooded back to him. Ellen, the ice storm, the Dolem singing in the distance, the heavy feeling of cold slowly claiming him. He jolted awake and glanced about frantically. Recognition slowly dawned on him. He was in his room, in his bed... And he remembered everything.
He rubbed his face with both hands. How long was he out? What about the Britanians? Ellen turned out to be a snake, no friend at all. She probably froze them all out of spite or something. He laid back down slowly, his head felt like Tasha was trying to squeeze it with both hands again. A little more rest couldn't hurt... right?
The sky burned red and orange when he opened his eyes once more. Somehow, he had slept most of the day. He grumbled as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After washing his hands, he washed his face and changed his clothes. He was... miserable. His body felt heavy and slow, pressure squeezed his head, and now that he was up and taking inventory of his body he was regretfully aware that his left nostril was plugged up.
With a sniffle, he crossed his room to head out to the kitchen. He froze in the doorway, like a deer in headlights. A creature hovered outside his room, a singular leg like structure that fanned out to give the impression of wide hips and a torso, with arms permanently raised at angles in the air. He stared at it, it hovered there. Maybe staring back? It was hard to tell. But it did not attack, though he knew it was likely capable. It reminded him of the ugly blimp he and the Xephon had destroyed. Neither made a move for long moments, not until a tickle in his nose grew to an itch. He sneezed into his elbow, pulled the door shut behind him, and made his way to the kitchen. The creature followed.
The kitchen was as well stocked as ever. And from here, the men in suits stationed outside were far more visible. He huffed and ignored them as well. He could deal with them later. For now, it was time to get something to eat. Soup sounded like a good idea. It was a simple task with everything in the house. It took time and effort, by the time he finished cooking he scarcly wanted to eat. He had to keep up his strength, if he wanted to escape. Before that, he needed a plan. He sank on the couch with a bowl of soup, missing the spicy peppers from the garden. He ate in silence with the occasional glance to the blue creature hovering nearby. This was going to get annoying for sure.
He set the empty bowl aside half an hour later, then shifted his attention to the creature. He poked it, prodded it, climbed atop it, and even gnawed on it a little. It wasn't metal. It tasted more like a rock if he was honest. With a sigh, he sat upon the creature's 'shoulder's', chin propped on it's pop tab like head that had rotated upward and arms wrapped around it's 'neck'. What an odd thing, but at least it wasn't hostile. Maybe he could use this to his advantage, somehow.
Day 3
Raldon had only two constant companions now, misery and dotem. At least today he could afford to spend the time to make a proper full pot of soup. Maybe he'd share with the guards. But were they keeping him in? Or keeping others out. Well, no time like the present to figure that out. He pulled out the gloves, a wicker basket, and the clippers from the gardening supplies. He grabbed his straw hat, put on his apron, then paused to glance back at the Dotem. It hovered there, silent as ever, following like a lost puppy. He grinned at it as an awful idea entered his head.
When he stepped outside carrying his basket, the Dotem dutifully followed. His mother's garden apron clashed with the blue and tan hues of the creature. The hat looked ridiculous on it, and the tools he taped to it's arms wobbled precariously. He wore a smirk of utter triumph, ignoring the guards and their reactions while making his way to the garden. At least someone had kept taking care of it while he was gone. The dotem hovered nearby, ever vigilant and silent. He sorted through the plants, picking off the undesirable nodes and selecting the ripe ones for the soup he was planning.
