It's been about a month prior from that day, Dave had come over but Amina's parents didn't let him see her. There was a slight commotion going on outside, distracting John from his Pesterchum chat with Rose and Jade he moved from his seat and to the window. Finding it was Whitney and Jonathan, Amina's parents who were telling their daughter some house rules. Next to Amina, was a rather large German Shepherd big enough to hitch a ride on. He assumed that was the dog she talked about last time she talked to him. At the dinner he found out Amina was anti-social, that and she had short-term memory and a bit slow-witted with certain things; she could understand the simplest of task but not the best of math. At least he understood why she didn't want to even speak to him, heck if her parents didn't exactly force her too she wouldn't have. He'd be some weird guy in her room watching her paint. Amina's parents were telling her to be careful as they would be gone for a long time, and someone should be checking in on her John wanted to hear more but he had a chum pestering him at the moment, Dave.
TG: Hey man, what's up? I was making some sick beats today I'mma send you a sample.
EB: Oh heeeeey Dave, there's something happening.
TG: You spying on the neighbor girl again? Dude, you're like on creepy levels now.
TG: Seriously, if she doesn't even want to talk with you of all people she's just not interested.
EB: It's not like that I swear! She gets into your head man, you have to spend time with her to understand.
EB: She barely talks, I think her only friend is her dog. She sits in the house all the time and never leaves.
EB: What kid doesn't at least want to go outside once in a while?
TG: Are you sure you're not over thinking things?
EB: Sigh, anyway her parents are leaving on a business trip. She'll be alone in the house for maybe 2 weeks.
TG: And that means anything to me?
EB: Come on Dave, you're my best friend. I need someone helping me out on this, it's almost a mystery!
⇒ Be the other, other girl. Somewhere in the future but not in the same universe and timeline.
The day had turned into a bleak, boring grey. No clouds or sun and the land was cascaded into a lifeless body of nothing. There was nobody except for her and a couple of plushies she had made, they were from this comic she was into that could never be finished due to the whole meteor thing. You could say she knew a few things but honestly with how her mind works it's all easy to forget than to remember, she let out a sigh and stared out the window looking over to one of the medium sized plushies she had made, this was a wolf plush, after being trapped on this planet with no known way to go back home was getting to her mental state these plushies started to have minds of their own even chose their own names, the three main ones where Nabi, Drako, and Kit. To keep her mind from wandering elsewhere though she roleplayed scenarios with them and a few others, in her mind they were alive and she was the Princess of their little kingdom. The shelter, she had dug and made with things she was able to get on her outings, was fairly large. She didn't really have to worry about food unless she went on another binge of loneliness and gobbled everything up, her parents , before they either died or disappeared on her taught her survival skills. The fact that there was creatures to hunt was great, just she had to be careful as to not be seen, the Transportalizer (from what I remember it being called) gave her nice weekly supply of foodstuffs. Enough so she could make a yummy cheesecake, there was a bathroom and a separate room that played as her bedroom, a makeshift bed made out of extra plushie stuffing and things she found that'd make a good box spring. The kitchen appliances were in the main room, it was her calm place, her living room, her play area and sometimes a sleeping spot. It was the largest area and enough room for everyone to do their own thing in peace, everyone meaning the plushies that she made in her plushie kingdom.
The girl's name was Amina Nightray, she spent half her life in this little bunker it did get boring but she wasn't sure what was out there on this odd planet she was teleported to for safety..or because they wanted her gone she wasn't sure. Drako sat, positioned in a way that he was staring up at a large computer control panel that was within her bunker as she was digging it, Nabi was positioned over by the stove, it wasn't on but she was cooking, and Kit was reading some books. Amina walked over to the thing and looked at it in confusion, it was covered in strange buttons and functions one could never understand. The screen usually had some video, like a TV but with actual people doing actual things the four screens would switch simultaneously to 12, not human she would say, people. They were called 'trolls'. An alien race from the planet Alternia. They weren't all bad. Each troll had light grey skin and horns all their own. No two pairs were the same. As well as each one wearing a black shirt with a different zodiac symbol "I wonder what they fight about here, humans tend to fight over the silliest of things." Drako had said, but his voice given to by Amina she pushed him in a thinking pose "No other skin tones, they don't seem to care about the different horns. Must be the blood colors they fight over." Kit had said though by Amina as well, a much lighter tone but British "Could be, could be. Or what Birth sign is the best, no need for fighting though cause Scorpio is best." Nabi chuckled causing Kit and Drako to face paw, though a slight twitch from Amina's arm made the stuffed wolf fall off of his seat and onto the floor, slowly but surely Amina began shuddering pulling at her long unkempt hair "Drako what are you doing, you're making Mina freak out!" She voiced for Nabi, before she could tear up her fourth Drako plush a loud 'Fwa-ting!' Got her attention, she looked up to one of the computer screens and raised an eyebrow at the new Troll, should she count the main ones as 13 now or still 12 considering she's a Scorpio, the new Troll girl was painting. A picture of her friend John, she recognized that face how did she know John?! The world looks completely in tact as well! Perhaps I shall explain the situation. It all started with a game, in her universe, shall be named Universe 2. Amina had been playing an online game with a few other neighborhood kids including her and John, she was good friends with Dave and acquaintances with two girls named Rose and Jade, they were enjoying the neat Beta a lot of things could be added and moved in real life, it was a marvel! But things turned to worse and soon before the world probably exploded Amina and a few good items were suddenly zapped to another planet, in another timeline. This timeline seemed to have Trolls and humans, humans were either dead, not around yet, or just not wanting contact with the odd alien race. But from what she watched and heard the residents of this planet were mostly nice. If you count some things as nice, unique quirks here and there a few of them seemed to have Tourette's syndrome, if you want to call it that, one named Karkat another named Gamzee, and some huge Troll she couldn't get the name of only the initials GHB. Sure she wanted to contact them, but what the hell would they do to a human, a human female at that. Tear her asunder and let her red blood spray, she shuddered in fear not even wanting to think of death now.
A loud growl had came distracting Amina all together, as she's easily attracted to things and can easily forget things. Heck, she even forgets how old she is and still puts 10 as her age (Future, as is she's 18..maybe along with the other characters. Everyone is older in her timeline, and universe.) the robe she wore with an attached wolf tail and wolf ear hood swayed a bit. That growl though was her stomach, she hadn't much to eat and she needed any type of meat (That wasn't human or some Troll creature. If anything they taste like the blood colors or the Gigglepies from Fairlyodd Parents. So yes I'm saying they might taste like shit, cow shit.) the ocean..or if it is an ocean, she remembered the waters being blue like Earth's there was certainly fish and sea dwelling mammals...but what else? The Transportthingamagig hadn't sent her anything in awhile. So going out to hunt for a good supply of fish should be a good idea.
As long as she doesn't get impaled that is.
Freely able to leave and come back to her underground home was great. At least she could make do with what she finds on this forsaken planet, the Ocean area is where she got most of her materials from, she'd never go out to far in the sea but she collected all she could and dragged it back to her bunker she enjoyed the water (I really do honestly. If I could I'd live near the water.) when she had her parents they'd bring her there on hot summer days inviting along her friends, Dave never stopping with lewd remarks of the beach babes and her fitting one piece swimsuit, John trying to come up with a conversation with her only to have Jade drag him away to build a sand castle leaving her and Rose to enjoy the day and sometimes cool off in the water, she missed the beach...she missed her home. Like from the past years...sweeps she was getting used to Troll lingo and language. Like if one should love another here it's part of something called a Red/Flushed Quadrant and you say Flush/Flushed/or Flush-Crush on where you stand. Morial(s) is the meaning for friend/friends/friendship, she blushed lightly grasping her homemade fishing pole holding her right cheek in her right hand the thoughts of love making here was such a lewd subject, she sweated lightly and shook the thoughts from her head. Maybe even dangerous, she never truly got to feel such a thing. Aside from her crushes on John and Dave, but they were a bit clueless plus she always found herself to be a bit absent minded to be in a relationship. She'd forget the anniversary. She moved the pole to her dominant hand and picked up the tackle box along with a little fridge for the fish before wall jumping out of her bunker, which had opened up so she could leave. Placing down the gear she took out a small remote and pressed a button which closed the hatch. Designing it as the flora and foliage here, a lot of them odd colors for plants but she is on another planet...Nasa would eat their hats if they found this place..if they could. Whole different Universe and Timeline. Pulling up her wolf hood she looked around anxiously before trotting down the path she's come to know to the beach. It was odd to find that the big white Whale that usually beached and unbeached itself almost like it could fly, but it was a whale those motherfuckers can't fly they fucking leap out the damn water, either way it wasn't around anymore, it kept her company for a short while until it had to leave in a hurry. So for now she fished by herself, she glanced around again before finding a steep rock she could sit on to fish, and went over to do so. Taking a nice seat on the rock her rags bellowing in the sea breeze, she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling as it's something she missed going to the beach with her friends. Going to the beach to hang out and do whatever, Dave playing his tunes Rose berating just about anything John does wrong with setting up the Beach umbrellas, and Jade with her oversized white furred dog prancing along the water's edge with her on his back Amina herself would be staring out at the ocean the sense of wonder within the group they called her. The girl sighed lightly, she missed them dearly and even if that new Troll knew them all they wouldn't know her.
/Tug tug!/ A sharp tug of the line happened making Amina jump from her thoughts and start to reel in the fish, she let it go at some points then continued to reel it in. Successfully pulling the big fish out of the water, it was a nice looking one despite its looks. The fish here were somewhat different, this one is a mackerel. A Holy Mackerel. The girl chuckled at her fish pun before tossing the fish in the fridge she brought with her, still flipping and flapping about "Hm, poached, baked, or fried?" She mumbled poking her pink tongue out from her plump lips wondering how to cook her lovely fish dinner, heck if she was starving like the first week here she'd eat the fish whole after cooking it, scales and all but no. The girl hated the head and tail of the fish, the head mostly because of the eyes. Anyway, she put more bait on the hook and cast the line in, awaiting for the sinker to once again be tugged down. Unaware of what..who was watching her from under the depths of the ocean. (As this is an AU I don't exactly want to go far from the actual story but this is going to be mostly about Amina 1 and Amina 2. If you get upset by this rant over to Kankri cause I love to write, it's fun damn it!)
Grey fins writhed slightly in irritation or maybe clear anger, how dare some lowblood land dweller take upon the fish of his sea? He glared, reading his Harpoon or one would rather call them Ahab's Crosshairs (I know a lot of things are different but damn do I love earlier stuff, I mean the stuff they get later is cool but come on! Fucking harpoon laser weapon thing! CHA-Phoooo! Ahem..sorry. Also they coincide with each other, it's not all that separate.) Freaking land dwellers, think they could do anything with the ocean, he swam his way to them. Ready to kill at a moment's notice, with skill and finesse he leaped out of the water and landed on the rock in front of the land dweller. Gaining a surprised yelp, female yelp. The shock of the newcomer made her fall back and roll continuously into a nearby sandstone hill she shuddered in pure fright as Ahab's Crosshairs was ready to fire "Impudent land-dwweller, thinkin you can trash the sea and get awway wwith it, yeah?" She raised an eyebrow at the accent, almost British..but she squeaked gulping down her fear not at all wanting to meet one of the Troll creatures like this, seeing one and then death. Though, the sea dwelling troll stopped his aiming, staring at the frightened girl. Red blood no doubt but she wasn't a Troll, she didn't have horns just a makeshift outfit seemingly made from plush creatures, as he stopped his killing boner though he looked around at the secluded beach, a lot of trash would come here due to the currents shifting but it was clean, newly cleaned at that. He wondered if it was her, he shook this off though. He had to kill her, only to find she was gone. A dust cloud left behind as she ran back to her safety place, the Prince of hope (I'mma call him Prince of the sea after this, sounds better-) coming after her. Amina glared at him from over her shoulder, he surely could catch up to her. He's much taller and his legs are long, a few quick paced steps she'd be fish food. A large blue blast had shot by her making her falter in her run, but kept on she had to lose him
⇒ He's shooting at you, engage wolf mode!
Leaping far ways she landed onto all fours and looked back to his surprised but still stoic expression, how do you do that? She used her legs to dig up a dust cloud and bounded away, pouncing over boulders that blocked her path "Get back here slippery land-dwweller!" She'd have to come back later to gather her supplies unless he took them, damn it that'll take a whole week and a half to make again. The bunker was near, she recognized that fake but real looking tree, it had a heart on it, she reached for her remote as she stood up on her feet again but was yanked back by the collar of her hood as a hand grasped it, the action making her fall flat on her face. The Sea Dwelling Troll had pressed his shoe down on her back, harshly in fact gaining a startled yelp, and held Ahab's Crosshairs by his side a snide growl coming from his black lips bellowing through from his throat "You're a fast one." He mumbled feeling the shivering lowblood beneath his foot, she was trying to crawl away. He chuckled at her attempt at survival, then moved her onto her back she glanced over to his his weapon, and he saw a bit of submission. Like if anything she accepted her death, that raised his eyebrows. The light woodsy breeze making his puff of hair flow with it, she seemed amused by the one purple area in his hair he moved closer to analyze her face. White pupil, hazel eyes...no fins, no horns. Nothing that would make him think and say 'Yeah, she's a Troll. A land dwwellin one at that.' . Amina's cheeks flushed a deep rosy color, she could handle herself around people yes. Male's and Females alike, it's been awhile since she had any human contact or Troll but she's never met one. Until now that is.