towerofanimus | we gather together (backdated to Friday)

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we gather together (backdated to Friday)

Characters: Ancestors!
Setting: Floor 14 (Media Room)
Format: Action
Summary: MOVIE AND BONDING TIME. The Disciple has posted a note on the door of every Ancestor asking them to come to floor 14, without any explanation as to why.
Warnings: TOO MANY. Language, possibly violence, possibly sadness, possibly everything. I'll edit this list as needed.

[The Disciple sits on one of the couches, legs pulled her chest and eyes trained on the door as she waits expectantly. She hopes they all show up. This was just such a wonderful idea and maybe they could all get along. This Tower could mean new beginnings and she just hopes it will. With all of the bad stuff that happens, everyone should really stick together.]

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[The party don't start till Mindfang walks in. Or rather, swaggers through the doorway only to stand and block it as she takes her time to look around the room before she turns her attention to Disciple, raising an eyebrow]

Ah, the cause of the Expatriate's exile. Were you behind this little note then?

The Expatriate- [Oh no, she doesn't really want to think about that particular memory right now. This is supposed to be a nice, fun night.]

You'd be correct! I'm glad that you showed up despite not knowing me.

Oh so you do know his name. [Hums softly. What, she gets her fun by causing drama] He was so sure you wouldn't. Even I was doubtful.

It seemed like it could prove to be... interesting. [Chuckles]

[Her smile dims.] What kind of person would I be if I forgot the name of the one who spared me? Or of the one who executed my beloved?

[She shakes her head.] Regardless, I hope you'll stay for the movie.

A person. Really, you think I would judge you for that. It's not like I remember everyone's names... Only the really important ones.

[A lazy shrug again as she looks around the room] I'll see what I can do then... perhaps it'll be worth it.

I'd not be much of a good person at all if I simply forgot. He is important.

[She smiles again.] Wonderful! Oh, where are my manners? We've yet to be formally introduced. You may call me the Disciple.

You'll make him blush, saying that.

[Tilts her head in a slight nod. Oh, she knows who you are, she'd be stupid not to. But still.] Marquise.

[She's quiet for a moment, expression a little pained.]

Do you know why he spared me?

[A shrug]

Not a clue. He never gives a reason and I've long since grown bored with asking. Perhaps he'll tell you. If he shows.

I wonder if he will. Though I am not entirely sure that I would want to see him... It's a difficult situation, I fear.

It would be polite. And he's all for politeness.

Though I don't think the world could handle the explosion of sweat you'd get for acknowledging his actions.

[Curious look, and putting two and two together from various things]

Mindfang?

[Glances his way, giving a slight head tilt of a nod] Sufferer.

Or was it Signless? Which do you prefer.

I prefer Signless, if it's all the same to you. [He smiles and approaches her] It's good to meet you.

Does it look like it matters to me? [But there is the flicker of a smirk on her lips as she looks at the troll her dear rosa wept for. Oh if only he knew...] Hmm, you too, I suppose. I have heard so much about you after all.

Have you? [His smile turns a little self-deprecating] I doubt what you've heard was entirely accurate, but I've heard a little about you, too. Your descendent, Vriska, has a lot of nice things to say about you.

Yes. [She continues to hover on the edge of a smirk, watching him] I've got a reasonable amount of sweeps behind me, enough to have seen you here and there....

Ah yes, she's such a sweet descendant. Have you met yours?

Good to hear. [He's watching her, too, a bit wary just because she's a blue blood, but open. She's not acting like she hates him for existing, so that's a good sign]

Yeah, I've met him here and there. Not in person, though.

I suppose it is nice to find people who have heard your words. [A lazy shrug, as she flicks her eyes around the room]

A good one?

Yeah, it's nice. Are you saying you give some credence to my position?

[He smiles] Oh, he's a rude little grub, but that's not surprising.

They were interesting. Your words. I found you left a mark on quite a few, for quite a long time. Most rebels are forgotten much more quickly.

[But that's all he's getting on that. Though he does get a chuckle] What, were you like him as a grub?

Thanks, I guess.

I'm like him now, though I've got a bit more of a handle on it.

You're welcome.

Really? Now, that's not how the world seems to see you, though I suppose we all remember the positives over the negatives...

Like I said, I control my temper. But Karkat's a wiggler, and he hasn't had as much time. No one's perfect, anyway.

Ah yes, they're still all learning to better themselves... Though mine has shown to be a quick learners, both of them. [And excuse you she's perfect]

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