Trolololololololol SYNTHESIS

The good Troll, the goodest of them all, was tasked with finding a meeting point in the forest to suit their member, The Scarecrow. Trollington walked through the jungle taking in the sounds of the local wild life that was around him. The giant jaguars gracefully dancing about the beaten paths of the land, the bugs trying to stay out of the way of the larger predators, and even occassional older firebirds. The whole scene was something out of a story book, majestic. The greatest thing about what was happening here was that in a way Trollington was complacent, seeing the stalky pale flamingos and the overly big gorillas. It was almost like the good Sir was visiting a zoo or a wild life reservation. Even the aquatic life was a spectacle to behold, what with the dolphins trying to mate with everything that seemed bi pedal or less and the sharks trying so hard to get the dolphins, but even in beauty there were signs of war. Yes, the one thing men hated was to see a war torn place such as this, left with used grenades more sickening than anything Trollington had seen, even on his trip to MexiTexi where he had secretly bashed a hookers face in with a bottle of vodka. Even though it was a bit odd he absorbed some of the rays of the sun over this under developed jungle though it was considered under developed not because of the whole it's a jungle thing, but because of the fact that the things that lived here seemed a bit mentally challenged. Trollington shrugged as he entered teh part of the area he had wanted to be in and stopped in the middle of some trees, throwing his cane up, and taking a picture with this thing called an Iphone and sending it to Hiim so that he and ray and Crow could all meet him here in the wonderful forest of JC. Yes, they would arrive in the midst of some trees in the center of some mall in shit shore New Jersey where all of the gorillas played. Ah, well, there were trees and sunlight so it fit the criteria well enough, right?

Flipping open an old phone that looked more ancient than time itself Hiim would notice the picture. Well it looked like it fit the bill, and he could see it. There he sat in his office with Scarecrow, he could tell that the creature hated the city. He needed some nature to be apart of, and with the ever growing expanses of the Symbiote's organisation it was time that the group branched. Yes the Scarecrow had done well, and Hiim was certain that he would be a good candidate. For that however, he wondered what he should call the offshoot. Like a giant tree this organisation had become, but now that a branch was sprouting it would need a name.

Thats when it came to him.

The Hive.

Yes he knew that dealt more with insects than with plants, but somehow it just fit. After all the Scarecrow could link plants to his mind and treat them all like one giant collection of actions and impulses. If that was not a hive mind then Hiim did not know what was.

Turning to his partner he would extend his hand out to him "We think we may have found a place for you our friend." In his hand was the picture on the phone, that was so Scarecrow could see it and follow Hiim on the journey. The picture held some trees in it, and in a flash Hiim was gone from his office standing next to Trollington.

Seeing his surrounding he would sink his head into his hand "God damnit" they would say together as if expecting more from the trolly bastard.

Scarecrow watched with such a interesting vision, well rather it was like communication with the plants, one could get minute messages across, vivid images of feelings, sensations, location, as most plants had magnetic essence to them. Moss on the north side of the tree's and all. Scarecrow watched as the Hiimray took stock of the location, it was perhaps a unique creature, sending pictures across vast distances uses the air. Perhaps that was the source of such trans-location of Hiimray, he used the air as a sort of wave to move from one destination to another, or perhaps he moved beyond the air, the air's air. In any case, Scarecrow was whisked away in a flurry of noises, screams and something about hitting a jim. In truth, it was a little overwhelming at first. Bright lights, everyone's skin reflective. Perhaps this was something of a local tradition. Scarecrow, not being a creature from this world, perhaps was being placed in an area where creatures of this world went.

He looked around, a few tree's, which called to him an a whispered voice, kill me, they said, kill me. Soft moans and hushed tones. His eyes adjusted perhaps from the bright focal point, he looked around, most certainty these were creatures not seen before. All orange, with wild variety of head pieces. Rocks flashed from the arms of there female genders, along with large ample bulbs. Most males did not wear top coverings, perhaps a custom of these creatures, perhaps of all mutants of this variety. Much like how certain plants have shaped leaves, so too these must have shaped bodies. They spoke a language unbeknownst to him, a lot of chu, foo, dude, lawl and roftcopter. It was very confusing. Some held babies, and some of there babies held babies. Perhaps this form of life died off quickly, so reproduction occurred early on. They were unique, flashy, drawing attention to themselves, perhaps poisonous like some flowers. Most of the gender male held food, there eyes covered and groping the gender female. The females that did not have children held a device not unlike Hiimray, there other side holding food. Scarecrow moved closer to the tree's, laying his hand upon them. Such horrors were visited upon him, Scarecrow could hardly contain himself. He quickly withdrew, he now knew why he was brought here.

"This place has been tainted, no wonder these creatures have mutated as so, perhaps degenerated is more like it. We must cleanse this land, and then perhaps these creatures will once again bloom." He said to his cohorts before turning outward, towards those who would be orange.

"There blooms are most visually unpleasing, is this to be our destiny, is this the phoenix's wrath, we must contain them." He said, to no one in particular, though perhaps to the tree's themselves.

Sir Trollington the Third was many things, but a liar wasn't one and he couldn't lie about the fact that he was so duly bemused by the events that took place here. The simple fact that Hiim and Ray both didn't expect this type of action from one of such very Trolltastic preportions was simply insulting in a way and so great in another. The shaking of his head, the meeting of his palm to his face, all of it was simply beautiful to the very good Sir. The fact of the matter was that everyone in this group acted strangely in his own way and it was just a fucking party for Trollington to be sent to set something up just to see their responses. If he took adequate precautions then it was simple for him to correct what he had to do and get his ass moving to elsewheresteryear and do what he had to do. Good thing his leader had the magical ability to teleport at will. That made it very easy for the Troll to troll all over the others that he kept in his simi circle because what good Troll didn't have an exit out of his own group should he need it? I mean, it was simple enough for him to use his powers but they were friends, royal guests in the good Troll's court. They had to be looked upon and treated as such, right? Yesh, he had to stop these rambles and show them the real picture, not the one of his Trollier parts, but the one that he had of the real place that they were supposed to go. Unlocking the Iphone that was held secure by a password needing to hear his own laugh Sir Trollington the Third showed them the picture of the forest in Peru. Catching his cane he placed it on the shoulder of Hiim and Ray and extended his hand to the tree hugger so that they could be gone from this place soon enough. All of the orange was giving Trollington a craving for tangerines and he hated those damned things with a passion.

"Swear to god if this is another mall, we are going home" Hiim said referring more to himself the symbiote more than the group. Of course this is when the Scarecrow would talk, it was odd how could a plant have feelings? Well one mustn't think of that one as just a plant. It was a being with its own hopes, goals, and desires ones that should be respected but they hadn't the time and the pr downfall of killing everyone in a mall was not something Ray nor the Symbiote wanted to deal with.

"I'm sorry our friend, let us be gone from this awful place. We can come back later, but I'm afraid you will find many places like this one, and we cannot cleanse them all" there was something in their voice, something that was rarely present. Remorse. Hiim knew what it was like to see his people suffer, and he empathized with the Scarecrow.

If and when Scarecrow grabbed the hand of the troll they would be off.

Gone.

In an instant, nothing flashy would accompany them nay no pyrotechnics were involved with the power of Hiim, they would be deep in the forest of Peru. The only human for miles would be Ray, the host of the symbiote. Three aliens were there and they were surrounded by elder trees, vines, fauna ignored by mankind's horrible march towards progress. There were animals there too, plenty although no big ones in the view of Hiim at that time.

"Is this better?" Hiim would ask looking at Scarecrow, hoping that he had finally done something right for his new alien friend.

Perhaps what Hiimray spoke was truth, but there was ill logic in his worlds. Scarecrow's home had been cleansed, that very purpose was achieved, not overnight, but over centuries, enough that the creatures there forgot about life before the Living Meristem. However, before much thought was given, Scarecrow was once again taken by means unknown to him. This creatures movement must be connected to the movement of air, for surely it could not process such a raw talent that Scarecrow also had. However, as Scarecrow tried to ponder this and the other matter, he was taken to a place, not unlike his home. But at the same time, lesser, more full of life, and less of order. Here one might feel the heart of the world beat, those that lived here only took what they needed, nothing more or less. It was a paradise on this desolate planet, and a welcome relief for Scarecrow.

The pure rush of perhaps it was something only plants can feel. It was almost overwhelming. Scarecrow felt them, his feet touched the ground, his hand moved to touch a tree, it was as if a fountain had opened at his feet. For such a place to exist, here, it was remarkable. For but a moment he closed his eyes and felt everything in the forest, each tree sang to him, and he in turn sang to it, if one listened carefully the animals had grown still, perhaps it was part of him that felt this way, perhaps it was not. He had discovered this worlds deepest regret, deepest power, these forests would be most welcoming to him and his growing understanding of culture. He opened his eyes, and without saying much of anything, just nodded, he after all was communing with a massive, massive amount of life. He would have to take note of everything, for everything wanted his attention, and he yearned for it. Like a sense of oneness overcame him, it felt amazing, and it was amazing.

He looked over waited for the others to begin the gathering of whatever it was they were gathered for.

Damn! The head strong forestation of the area provided great astetic stimulation, but the type of stimulation that the good Sir Trollington the Third looked for was the type that could only be provided by a warm meal. Or at least something seemingly stimulating to a degree where his very own team mate didn't look like a possibly tasty celery stalk. This area of Peru was somewhere withh which the great Troll was familiar with from his days traveling with his very own metal core flute band and he knew of a village about thirty or so miles away. With the memory of the place flooding back to his mind, Trollington came to a very desolate crossroads in his very trolly life. He had the option of staying and listening to what he knew was going to be said between the two or just go and get what he needed to for himself. Shaking his head a bit he looked to the two and spoke swiftly before enacting his plan. "Trololololololololol Hiim you, them, y'all, need to tell this man the plan! I can find the place and the custard, but you sir, need to let this being of ficus-y proportions what he and this great big forest will be doing together very soon. That being said I need to Troll off in that direction for a good, let's say ten minutes. Be back before you can say Trollolol ten times fast with a busted jaw!" From there it was up up and away to the top and then across. The flight wouldn't take long since he had just then as he assailed taken in sunlight yet again and boosted himself with augmented momentum abilities. Oh how good it was to be the good Sir, yes it was! As crazy as the Troll was he was even foxier! Or was it as crazy as a foxy fool? Who really knew these things, honestly? It didn't matter as the five or less minutes it would take him to make it to the Peruvian village were quickly spent and he was there and he was gone after completely stuffing the flying fuck out of his face with their delecacies. At any rate the Trolliest of Trolls was back with his comrades and fuller than full could seem and that in of it's self made him happy. Yeah, good food did that for the Troll but as he had nothing else to do he waited for the leader symbiote thing to make his move and teleport them back to somewhere else when they were done talking and so on. The Troll cared not what was going on otherwise, he was happy and did his job quite well.

-Exit-

"It's simple, we deliver the final blow to sssshield, that ssstuborn group has been a thorn in our asssscheeksss for a while now. It's time for you to make that thorn bloom into a flower Crow, but first We need you you Trollington to break in. Feel free to gather whomever for this misssion, that appliesss to you asss well Crow" the symbiote said this interrupting Trollington before he got past the word plan. They was not really in a mood for being long winded and since they had to they would be damned if they were going to sit through another speech. However they did and Trollington talked as the same time as him, wondrous. Even better trollington then took off, well now they had to wait. During this time they left Scarecrow to ponder his mission and threw a smile his way, it was meant to be reassuring. Regardless when Trollington got back, Hiim touched his arm and off they went in an instant back to Chicago.

-Exit-

It was something of a giant fountain of information. Perhaps if the fountain of information did exist Scarecrow would be sore off to find it. He took in all the information, both presented to him in a verbal fashion, and those presented in a telepathic fashion by way of the plants. Most of the chatter was about the coming phoenix, how all plants felt it. Others still commented about a dark evil that had arisen from some place, its evil had tainted the earth. Scarecrow pondered this for perhaps an hour, two hours, three hours, time was so relative and fleeting on his planet. One day consisted of several smaller parts, and those parts were broken up, and so on and so forth. On his home world, the day was not broken up, it was felt, there the planet was huge, perhaps the size of Jupiter or some sort. It was located where Mars would be, and rotated slowly, carefully plodding along. There was one planet closer to the sun, dominated by something else, but both planets hide away from each other, as the plants could not safely breath there. Here, it was difficult to breath, it seemed this plants had taken to taking in lower amounts of carbon dioxide and returning oxygen from it. Scarecrow thought this interesting, all that carbon going into the bodies, it was fascinating.

However, he listened to his two comrades in family. They were taking down a shield, which had become sharp and began hurting them. Well that was most interesting, it was time for Scarecrow to bloom, and he would. Those plants gave him there gifts, and he needed to give them one in return, perhaps safety, security, scrutiny. Yes, Scarecrow would have to bloom, however he needed a rich environment to sow his seeds, and he had found/discovered the perfect restitution to do so. He would gather information from all sorts of places, and slowly invade the very security this planet felt by way of plants, using his powers he would create meristems, connecting, locating, dealing and trafficking plants first and foremost.

Resigning himself to be steadfast like the wood, he would break off his connection from the jungle, and return back to there base.

[exit - Sending to Prestige]