Groot has never seen a marshland, not that he can remember. Awakening in one is as strange a sensation for him as witnessing it might be for another. His body, largely buried in the thick, stinking mud and weeds, looks for all intents and purposes like a bit of deadfall, an old log to sit upon--and then it jerks upright and limbs break apart from the core of it.
He sits up in a fluid arc, like a child awaking from a nightmare, and the mud sloughs from him loudly, sliding into the puddles and the murk at his hips. It takes him a while longer to free his legs and stand. He doesn't even notice the red and black tunic draped over him at first, not until the rain begins to fall in earnest, and once he does he picks at it.
One can only hope that others are nearby--for he makes no move to walk, or to wander, and spends a long time staring at the distant horizon.
X Marks The Spot
It has been a terrible and distracting night and Groot is both disoriented and cold. He cannot recall ever feeling cold but, by the same token, he cannot recall any feeling other than cold and, as such, is in a sad and miserable mood. The battlefield it had left is full of memory and sadness and everything is grey--everything save the building in the distance. It is not the safety of the trees but Groot heads toward the sounds of life and laughter and the little lanterns.
The woman who greets him is kind, he recognizes that much, even if he doesn't quite parse what she is saying. He stares and she points and gestures. The flames inside give him some pause but it is warmer inside and so, despite his misgivings, he enters the building and moves to where she has directed him. He all but folds himself in half to avoid taking too much room and is careful and delicate with his motions. When they bring him soup he honestly does not know what it is and spends some time staring at the bowl before him.
A City Under Siege
The city is a strange place full of loud noises and lots of movement. The people here run to and fro, ducking away from fires or toward them, swinging weapons and fighting. They clash all around him and Groot is simultaneously fascinated by them and wary of lingering too near. The last thing he recalls doing was searching for familiar things--a little mouse where his last friend had been and he had no idea where his home was. Fortunately, he had one other friend.
Groot weaves around the combat and wanders toward the city, trying and failing to be subltle in his movements. This place is full of people and chaos and noise and he hopes it will not take long to find his only friend.
The idea that he might not be present here doesn't even occur to the arboreon.
Divided We Fall
The city is very large and very interesting. Groot rises with the sun on the day after the Orc attack and from the moment he steps outside into the daylight, he is overwhelmed and fascinated. He walks in bursts of slow, plodding momentum until something new or something moving catches his attention. Sometimes he investigates, looming or leaning to stare from far too nearby, sometimes he watches from afar for a long few minutes before moving on.
He is not subtle and he is not short. He towers above the crowd by several feet and is given to leaning over people. His whole body creaks and sways like a tree in a gale. When he hums it is a strange and wooden sound and, occasionally, one might spy a small mouse peering out through the gaps between the bark that grows over his surface.
(OOC: Feel free to use this prompt as a wildcard option and set Groot up in an awkward situation if it helps. Groot wanders around day. He will be doing awkward tree stuff in awkward places and has no sense of decorum or personal space.)
Groot | OTA, will match prose or brackets.
Groot has never seen a marshland, not that he can remember. Awakening in one is as strange a sensation for him as witnessing it might be for another. His body, largely buried in the thick, stinking mud and weeds, looks for all intents and purposes like a bit of deadfall, an old log to sit upon--and then it jerks upright and limbs break apart from the core of it.
He sits up in a fluid arc, like a child awaking from a nightmare, and the mud sloughs from him loudly, sliding into the puddles and the murk at his hips. It takes him a while longer to free his legs and stand. He doesn't even notice the red and black tunic draped over him at first, not until the rain begins to fall in earnest, and once he does he picks at it.
One can only hope that others are nearby--for he makes no move to walk, or to wander, and spends a long time staring at the distant horizon.
X Marks The Spot
It has been a terrible and distracting night and Groot is both disoriented and cold. He cannot recall ever feeling cold but, by the same token, he cannot recall any feeling other than cold and, as such, is in a sad and miserable mood. The battlefield it had left is full of memory and sadness and everything is grey--everything save the building in the distance. It is not the safety of the trees but Groot heads toward the sounds of life and laughter and the little lanterns.
The woman who greets him is kind, he recognizes that much, even if he doesn't quite parse what she is saying. He stares and she points and gestures. The flames inside give him some pause but it is warmer inside and so, despite his misgivings, he enters the building and moves to where she has directed him. He all but folds himself in half to avoid taking too much room and is careful and delicate with his motions. When they bring him soup he honestly does not know what it is and spends some time staring at the bowl before him.
A City Under Siege
The city is a strange place full of loud noises and lots of movement. The people here run to and fro, ducking away from fires or toward them, swinging weapons and fighting. They clash all around him and Groot is simultaneously fascinated by them and wary of lingering too near. The last thing he recalls doing was searching for familiar things--a little mouse where his last friend had been and he had no idea where his home was. Fortunately, he had one other friend.
Groot weaves around the combat and wanders toward the city, trying and failing to be subltle in his movements. This place is full of people and chaos and noise and he hopes it will not take long to find his only friend.
The idea that he might not be present here doesn't even occur to the arboreon.
Divided We Fall
The city is very large and very interesting. Groot rises with the sun on the day after the Orc attack and from the moment he steps outside into the daylight, he is overwhelmed and fascinated. He walks in bursts of slow, plodding momentum until something new or something moving catches his attention. Sometimes he investigates, looming or leaning to stare from far too nearby, sometimes he watches from afar for a long few minutes before moving on.
He is not subtle and he is not short. He towers above the crowd by several feet and is given to leaning over people. His whole body creaks and sways like a tree in a gale. When he hums it is a strange and wooden sound and, occasionally, one might spy a small mouse peering out through the gaps between the bark that grows over his surface.
(OOC: Feel free to use this prompt as a wildcard option and set Groot up in an awkward situation if it helps. Groot wanders around day. He will be doing awkward tree stuff in awkward places and has no sense of decorum or personal space.)