Strange Days

[Nyx]

A rather strange looking Night Tsume walked silently along a wooded path. Her feathery antenna fluttered in the slight breeze. Her mind wandered towards thoughts of love and common ground.

I wwwwwonder wwhat all ttthe hypppe is about? she asked herself, since there was no one else around to ask. Her hind leg twitched a bit as she walked.

[Thalron]

There was no answer, unless you counted the odd sound of something almost metallic, like a knife being drawn then a thud coming from off the trail alittle ways, after just barely a moment more noises came from there, like something being shredded and an occasionally 'shink' noise...

The source was a rather conspicous red tsume, probably a bladed type considering, well... That he had blades protruding from his fore-arms, he had decided that a small tree was going to be his next victim after he had cut pretty much everything else within his reach, including trimming the grass to a rather low level, and would probably move after he was done with the small tree.

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[Nyx]

Hearing the strange sounds, Vozai decided to investigate. Following the noise, she saw a red Tsume hacking on a tree. Isss, that rrrrealy nnnnessecary? she asked, suddenly self concious about her stutter. Her wing twitched uncontrolable and she silently cursed it.

[Thalron]

Shink-shink-snicht... His last cut jammed slightly into the tree as he looked up at the newcomer, 'was it neccesary' hmm... he guessed it probably was not but it did keep him entertained "Mmm... No, not really." he said as he took in her features, weird wings, antenna? stutter... Was this a tsume or a moth? ehh... well he had seen stranger atleast she didn't look dangerous.

He twisted the partially stuck blade making the tree splint slightly and crack loudly as he freed himself from it, giving it a final whack to knock it over, so that he could more easily make tooth-picks out of it, not that he could use them... >.>

[Nyx]

Jjjussst ssems like sssuch a wwwwassste Vozai said with a shrug watching the tree fall. I'mmm Bbbbol Vozzzai. she added, Dddo, you hhhave a nnname, or ssshould I cccall you Ttree Kkkiller?

[Thalron]

He squints at her and snorts loudly then slams one of his blade like arms down through the tree, neatly cutting a section off of it. "Well, I like wasting things, And I'm sure the earthworms will appreciate it." he said as he began shredding it again...

"Bbbol Vozzzai? or bol Vozai?" he asked with a mischevious grin, he didn't actually mean to insult her stutter on purpose, he just wasn't actually sure if that was actually part of it... "Tree killer works, or you could call me Volos, which happens to be my name... Whichever." he said as he gestured slightly with one of his arms, which is, probably not a good habit considering their pointy nature...

[Nyx]

Vozai had the good decensy to look embarrassed. "The later." was all she said before leaning in to examine Volos' pointys, but not to close. She liked pointys

[Thalron]

He was about to whack at the tree some more when she leaned closer to look at his bladed arms, which made him pause, he was always uncomfertable with people examining him or anything, especially if they were female "Err... nice to meet you..." man he wished that there was someone else here, he just wasn't good at making conversation... "Are you out here for anything?" he asked as he averted his gaze back down to the tree and lazily dragged a blade along it, too uncomfertable to do anything really while someone was paying obvious attention to him.

[Nyx]

Vozai took a step back, fearing that she had been rude. "Sssssorry, I lllllike ppppointy thingssss." she stammered and her wings continued to twitch. She tried to get controll of them, but had no luck. "I wwwas jjust outt ttthhinkinggg." she added.

[Thalron]

He shrugged and held one of his arms out towards her so that she could look at it closer if she wanted, "It's ok, I just umm... Didn't want to accidentally cut bits off of your..." he paused, now the question... Were they ears or antenna? they looked kinda like both but he wasn't sure whether it would be appreciated that he... Ehh too much thought "Antenna." Out thinking? hmm... he just did that wherever he happened to be, he wasn't sure why you'd have to go out to do that.

[Nyx]

Leaning in to examine the pretty pointys, Vozai nearly topples over. Regaining her balance, she hears "Antenna" and stops. "Oh, thhhhey are earssss actually." she said. blushing a bit. "Can I rouch them?" she asked nodding towards the blades.

[Thalron]

He withdrew his arm slightly when she seemed to lose her balance, it wouldn't be the first time he had skewered someone that way... <.<; but replaced it once she had recovered. "Oh, heh sorry..." he said then tilted his arm slightly to show the edge of it alittle more, then she asked wether she could touch them "Umm... Just don't hurt yourself." he said as he blinked afew times, what exactly was she going to touch them with he was wondering...

[Nyx]

Strangely enough, she brushed the blades with her antenna like ears. They were super sensitivy after all. "I lllike thhhem." she said, finally gaining control of her wing twitch. "Ssssoo, wwwwhat arrre yyyyou dddoing ooout herrre? Bbbbesssidess kkkilling trrress thhhat isss."

[Thalron]

His blades were rather insensitive as it went, and the only way he could tell that she was actually touching them with her antenna was that he could see it, and that occasionally they would brush near the base of them. "eheh... err... Thanks." he said as he made sure to hold his arm really still, he was pretty sure that her... ears.. were rather delicate and even a small stroke might remove something.

"Just avoiding... People..." he said and slowly trailed off, as he thought about the tsumes he had escaped from, there were definitely more psychotic seeming ones than he would care to admit, although the nice ones were usually worse...

[Nyx]

"Ar-r-re you s-s-s-sure your-r-r-re n-n-ot h-h-iding?" she asked. Vozai knew all about hiding. She was teased so much that she often hide. Being smallish made it pretty easy.