#lookingforfour

     He’s made plenty a mistake choosing to leave the comforts of a rather peculiar household. Curiosity and an adventurous spirit drive his overconfident strides down along the sidewalks, eyeing oddities he’d never thought possible let alone be capable of dreaming up even in the wildest of fantasies. Large parades of strange metallic things frequently startle, their excessive noise blending with chaotic gossip of passerby’s; a cacophony of horrors, unsettling an already homesick gut and rattling what little confidence he’d managed to conjure up along the way.

     Quiet seemed more a luxury than ever before. A luxury he’d been in a desperate search for. Peering into buildings, ducking into alleyways, only finding himself growing more lost the longer he ventured forth. As much as he detested the idea, for the sake of his sanity, pride could be swallowed down if only for a moment.

“ Elnézést! You there, peasant with the tacky wears! Are you aware of any places free from all this... ” A lazed roll of the wrist accompanies trailing words as he abruptly forces himself into the other’s way, a gilded blockade ready to offer headaches galore. “ ...Mess? ”

“So, like, you make violins and all that?”

─ ✦;     The wind blows and her chocolate brown hair dances along the breezes; the sand got in between her toes, but she doesn’t dive in the sea. The place feels wrong still -- a woman could enjoy herself, yes, but not when everything was strange and unknown to her. It doesn’t feel right.

It had been a while since Xigisi had stumbled across some needless violence. That was left to the drones and the death-happy back home, the malice in a trolls blood, the dark nature by which they all survived. And though Galekh would admit that he had a rather privileged life back there, high and happy in his vine-crawled hive while the drones sought out those more unlucky than he, that didn't mean he hadn't seen his fair share of weird and inopportune murder.

So when he glanced down an alleyway to find a rather... familiar scene gracing his eye, he couldn't help but stop and stare.

It wasn't the most... brutal death Galekh had ever seen. That award likely went to some poor sap on Alternia that now barely crossed his mind. And while he wasn't exactly a fan of this sort of thing - which one would consider surprising, if they knew anything about trolls in general - he wasn't unused to it either, giving the man a curious look as he regarded this situation with an all too casual air of what the fuck.