Mmmrr~!

Divine begins to look for it.

A few Grimmkin were currently floating around the cocoon. They seem to be curiously poking it, wondering if they should try to move the cocoon so it’s not taking up space in Divine’s tent.

“Mrrm.” Brumm had merely turned enough to look back at the bug. His red fluff waved in the wind that was ever present in dirtmouth. Striped arms rested at either side, one holding a torch which was taller than himself and deep red in colour with a scarlet flame floating above it’s end. The other end of the torch was a sharp point and could easily he used as a weapon.

“The same could be said for you.” They respond in a very deep voice. It’s surprisingly soft for a bug their size.

The flame wavers in the wind but never goes out.

Something felt.. Familiar, about this bug- but they didn’t quite recognize him. Perhaps their memory was failing them from lack of sleep? Though they did recognize the iconic scarlet flame of the Troupe, easing some at the sight. A member of the Troupe wasn’t a bug to be worried about- a relief, compared to the potential of any random wastelander sneaking about at this hour.

“I am a knight. Sometimes my patrols keep me out rather late…” An interesting opposite between the two, really. Such a deep, yet very soft voice from this stranger- and despite Seeker’s more elegant and even a touch feminine appearance, they had a terrible rasp to their voice not much unlike that of the Troupe Master. 

How many would be doomed to die? A morbid thought but not an unusual one given the prescence of dead vessels scattered about.

{ @divine-charmkeeper }

The vessel didn’t technically need to be on patrol in Dirtmouth- that’s what city guards were for, and at least one was always stationed here. Or.. Rather just the one at night usually, as Dirtmouth was pretty quiet. But they might as well be keeping an eye out while suffering from the usual fits of insomnia- and sure enough, they weren’t alone tonight.

Seeker could be quiet when they really wanted to be, despite their size. It was mostly just not to wake up civilians in the middle of the night, given how frightening it would be to hear a grown vessel stomping around… But it did help when approaching others sometimes, no matter anyone’s intentions in a situation, bugs tended to run when they saw a looming void creature approach them in the dark.

"The same could be said for you." They respond in a very deep voice. It's surprisingly soft for a bug their size.