You stumble through the woods, like a moron, as always, sighing because you haven't seen your supposed leaders in... how long? Anyways, you don't mind, you've been charged with keeping control of the crazies while the Lesbians are out and you guess you're doing alright. You've recruited three, had a herd meeting and nobody has died. You'll count that as a success. And besides, the longer you keep control of all the nutcases the more likely it is you're going to get a promotion. And, while you're pretty certain you don't need the Lesbains to feel good about yourself, you're convinced you'll get more recognition and respect as a member of a herd than completely on your own. Small steps. You're patient.

So anyways, you're wandering through the woods. Really, you're trying your best to avoid the prodding mind of your new found, unwanted companion. You've got her stuffed in your bag, the flap thoroughly shut, to at least escape her bordering-on-mean antics. You'd chase her off but it's kind of hard to chase off a determined wisp of nothingness, so you've just got to deal with that part. However, you can't escape her mind. No matter what you try, the young cloud of nothing seems to be able to push her way into your thoughts, prodding at you, trying to learn who you are. You try to give her nothing, to give her no ammo to work with, but you can't be stalwart forever. In some moments you break down, she can mentally jab you, make you feel.... you hate her. Almost as much as you hate Ampere.

Anyways, while you're walking you suddenly hear the maniacal sound of laughter and you only shake your head. You don't recognize the voice, but if they're not one of the Asylum's they should be. It takes you a while, but eventually you make your way towards the sound, coming upon whom you think might have made the noise, just as she flings herself away from the stream like a fool. You recognize her from around the swamp, though you don't know her name and have never cared to before. This doesn't make you want to either. Weirdo.

For a moment you glare at her, not caring if she turns to see you or not, but in the end it's not really her who you're glaring at. Since the blackness overtook both the swamp and the ocean you've been rationing your supply of drugs but even your carefully divided vines are beginning to run thin. You're going to have to sober up soon. And it's going to be terrible. You shudder just thinking about it and try to shove the thought away. As if out of spite, your wispy companion begins thinking about it, reminding you of it. She's a cruel little thing. You guess the best way to avoid her is to talk to the.... weirdo throwing herself away from the water. “Why the hell aren't you in the Deep Woods where you belong? Didn't Glass Horn tell you where to go?” You kind of snap at her, not knowing she had been gone.... but she'll get over it. Hopefully.


OOC| They've never officially met but they would have seen one another in passing in the swamp. Glass Horn = Seele, the other leader of the Asylum besides Eris.