POV: Ψiioniic

"Fuck.." I muttered under my breath. That was a lot of people, especially for a secret cult organization meant to defend the lowbloods, under the rule of just one singularity. I looked up past the dark swaying ocean of Followers to see him, standing atop a low hill. His voice echoed through the crowd despite their numbers, their debates, and various chatter. His voice was the sound of fresh morning dew, of rejuvenation and of the restoration of long forgotten ideals. He inspired in me the motivation that I never thought I could possibly ever have, and instilled in me a desire to break free of who I was and of the purpose that I predeterminedly served.

Never in my life had I been so moved by another's words before. Never had I met another who could affect me in so many ways, and so deeply and thoroughly, through such simple and little action. Was this trickery? Had it been a mind trick? I wasn't sensing any psychic phenomena radiating from him...so no, that couldn't be the answer. I later learned that this is just how Signless was. This was his gift.

At the end of his speech, most of the crowd burst into applause and erupted into cheers of joy and vigor. But I remained silent, shocked by what I had just witnessed. I stayed standing motionlessly until the area had become mostly bare, only a few remaining Followers conversing in groups excitedly about what they had just seen, or remaining to argue confusedly afterwards.

I had remained unmoving throughout the whole gathering, as if my feet had been glued to the ground. My ear stayed trained on his voice the entire time, my mind taking in nothing other than his words. And before I knew it, the area had cleared of almost everyone, his speech having ended already. I had been thinking too hard about what he had said to notice my surroundings. It was perhaps the first time I had become so absorbed in thought as to lose track of both time and space.

I looked around and saw only a few small groups of trolls who had remained afterwards to continue their own personal debates with each other. Then I noticed that one of the groups consisted of The Great Speaker himself, and I started walking in their direction to get a closer look as to what they could possibly be doing.

He seemed to be shaking the hands of a few of them, while answering the questions of others, and laughing a bit at humorous things they must have said. Sadly, I could not hear his laughter from where I was standing, but could only see his laughing figure.

I was curious as to what his laughter must have sounded like, and I wondered what it was that could have possibly made the serious guy laugh, so I started to head closer in their direction, but then realized that if I was going to eavesdrop, I was going to have to do it right.

So I stood behind a tall tree and watched silently from behind it as one of them tugged playfully at his cape, threatening to pull the hood down, smirking.

The hooded troll laughed nervously and replied timidly, inching away a bit to escape the grasp of the intrusive troll. The taunting troll laughed loudly at the other's soft reply, giving him a light, playful punch to the shoulder.

"Boy, you are just too funny!" he exclaimed, turning to look at the rest of the group who had joined in on the joking to laugh and giggle along with him.

The "boy", who from up close, really did seem younger than the rest of the group, turned away a bit, his face hidden behind his dark hood as he chuckled nervously.

I could barely hear the soft sound of his chuckle, and I wanted desperately for this annoying group of trolls to leave already. Not only because I wanted him to myself, but because I could tell that they were making him feel uncomfortable and uneasy.

To my relief, the provocative group started to leave soon afterwards, and most of the other groups had cleared the area as well. I silently watched the young hooded troll start to gather his belongings, preparing to leave like the others, and realized a bit late that if I wanted a chance to talk to him, I would have to take this one.

The problem was that I had no idea what to say to him. I didn't even know his name, for crying out loud! But I knew that now was the time to make my move, before he was to leave.

So I came out from behind the tree and walked up to him slowly, taking in his appearance. He was wearing all black; a tight one piece body suit topped with a hooded black cape that covered most of his small, slim figure. He indeed appeared physically younger than I, perhaps by a sweep or so. I took in the simplicity and anonymity of what he wore, taking note of the small bright red details here and there contrasting the overall blackness of his appearance, noticing how the bottom end of his cape was torn, ripped up and tattered-looking, as if it had gone through many dangerous ordeals. Uniquely rounded short horns stuck out from his hood on either side of the top of his head, and I took note of those as well, having never seen anything quite like them before.

It wasn't long before he noticed I was eyeing him. (Okay, staring. Yeah, I was probably creeping him out.) Nope, it didn't take him long at all.

"My friend, is there something with which I can assist you?" he asked in a soft, stable voice that sounded slightly more youthful than mine, turning to face me as he finished gathering his belongings.

There was a subtle smile on his face, and a hint of genuine concern in his tone, but it was difficult to tell what he was thinking or feeling due to the shadow from his hood and long, shaggy bangs covering his eyes, revealing only the lower half of his face. He was indeed a mysterious looking figure.

"Uh…yes, I'd like to know your name...sir…" I stuttered, my thoughts having been stopped short by the surprisingly soft sound of his voice from up close.

Stupid, stupid, stupid… I thought to myself, regretting not thinking of what to say to him beforehand, having blurted out the first thought on my mind simply to break the awkward silence between him and I.

"I am most commonly referred to as The Signless," he said, smiling kindly. "May I ask for your name, young mister?"

I hadn't expected such attention and warmth from a busy, well known guy like Signless, and I managed to say, "Psionic…" as I took in his kind, friendly demeanor.

He smiled more widely and offered a hand for me to shake, and I just looked at it for a moment, stunned, not having expected such treatment, before taking it eagerly and shaking.

He had a gentle, but confident grip, warmth radiating from the touch of his skin. I had never felt such intense heat from another's hand before.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Psionic," he said as we shook hands. He then released my hand and I mumbled "..You too.." as I looked down at my hand, as if something holy had just come into contact with it. Welp, that was apparently my new favorite hand from now on.

"I am assuming that this is your first time at one of my gatherings…?"

"Yes."

"I see, then that must be why I don't recognize you. In that case, I thank you for your time and open mind, it has meant a great deal to me, Psionic."

My face became a bit hot from the direct mentioning of my name, and it felt out of place to hear HIM thank ME for time and an open mind, rather than the other way around.

"No, thank you. Your words have inspired in me many new feelings which I cannot convey to you by any means of communication or definition."

"Oh really, now? I believe ...that drinking can be of some help to you, if so. I've found that it easily allows for effortless expression of thoughts and feelings." He smirked with an unreadable half-grin. Damn, how I wanted to know what he was thinking then.

I gave him a slightly confused look by raising a brow, and then his grin widened a bit as he chuckled softly. The sound of that beautiful little laugh made me practically melt inside, but I had no time to even think as he continued his proposal.

"What I'm meaning to say is that, I was just planning on heading down to the old underground bar to get some drinks and chill down a bit, but uh…I'd love to have you with me as company, Psionic. It does tend to get a bit lonely and quiet down there around these hours."

And so I, the humble Psionic of low class, was offered a gracious outing to a bar. To be treated to some drinks by The Signless, the great Speaker himself. How could I possibly refuse such an offer? I had no idea what his blood color was at the time, but I was almost certain that it was of higher value than my own relatively low hue. And thus I felt like I was just one, lucky, bastard.