Willow Rosenberg (
guiltapalooza) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-02-21 01:45 pm
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❝If you're out there trying to move on❞
Characters: Willow (
guiltapalooza) and you! OPEN.
Setting: Floor 20, the one open to the outside.
Format: Action tags preferably, but I can prose if you wish!
Summary: Super duper backdated to sometime during the chocolates event last week, around Valentine's Day. Willow ate a peanut butter chocolate and... thinks she should be Aradia's older sister. This includes turning herself into a troll. On purpose. Whoops. (Note: she's only a troll for this post, nowhere else! Please excuse the icons!)
Warnings: Just obsessive stalkerness for Aradia.
[It was delicate work, and it'd taken her a while, but it was finally done. She was even the same blood color as her, which was a happy coincidence. Willow had eaten the chocolate and gotten a glance at Aradia earlier, but had felt too overwhelmed by her feelings to approach her right away. How was she supposed to talk to her unless she was right for her, first? She couldn't be her sister if she was human. Trolls didn't even have sisters.
Which was, honestly, a minor detail in her mind. Everything right now was centered around finding Aradia and showing her what she'd done, certain she'd be happy. There was also a minor footnote about how she had to give Eridan his ring, and oh, he'd probably be happy, too! His ring was all done and she was a troll now! They could be real matesprits. Willow couldn't figure out why that word had seemed funny to her before.
It was something Aradia had, so she, of course, had to have one, too. They both had matesprits. It was perfect.
She'd sought out the big empty space of the twentieth floor to do her spell, but now she's packed up all of her supplies and stuffed them in her messenger bag, and is making her way over to the stairs. She stops the first person she sees.]
Hey! [she says brightly, maybe too brightly, as if nothing is strange about her appearance at all.] Have you seen Aradia? I need to show her how perfect we are now. How alike.
Setting: Floor 20, the one open to the outside.
Format: Action tags preferably, but I can prose if you wish!
Summary: Super duper backdated to sometime during the chocolates event last week, around Valentine's Day. Willow ate a peanut butter chocolate and... thinks she should be Aradia's older sister. This includes turning herself into a troll. On purpose. Whoops. (Note: she's only a troll for this post, nowhere else! Please excuse the icons!)
Warnings: Just obsessive stalkerness for Aradia.
[It was delicate work, and it'd taken her a while, but it was finally done. She was even the same blood color as her, which was a happy coincidence. Willow had eaten the chocolate and gotten a glance at Aradia earlier, but had felt too overwhelmed by her feelings to approach her right away. How was she supposed to talk to her unless she was right for her, first? She couldn't be her sister if she was human. Trolls didn't even have sisters.
Which was, honestly, a minor detail in her mind. Everything right now was centered around finding Aradia and showing her what she'd done, certain she'd be happy. There was also a minor footnote about how she had to give Eridan his ring, and oh, he'd probably be happy, too! His ring was all done and she was a troll now! They could be real matesprits. Willow couldn't figure out why that word had seemed funny to her before.
It was something Aradia had, so she, of course, had to have one, too. They both had matesprits. It was perfect.
She'd sought out the big empty space of the twentieth floor to do her spell, but now she's packed up all of her supplies and stuffed them in her messenger bag, and is making her way over to the stairs. She stops the first person she sees.]
Hey! [she says brightly, maybe too brightly, as if nothing is strange about her appearance at all.] Have you seen Aradia? I need to show her how perfect we are now. How alike.

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[Aradia paces a little as she tries to wrap her head around this and what that means for them]
Well okay, but I'm not sure my clothes would fit you...and yours definitely wouldn't fit me, not with these. [As she indicates the wings]
And what about...does that apply to our matesprits too? Because I'm not sure...maybe if we were moirails for our matesprits...but you have a moirail already so that won't work...
[She gives Willow a look very much of "help I have no idea how any of this works]
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Don't be silly, we don't need to share relationships. [Cursed or not, Willow is Willow, and she wouldn't be pleased to let someone else in on her boyfriend. She's already a bit secretly wobbly about Sollux being there as kismesis.] We just need to share everything about ourselves!
If the clothes thing is really important to you, I'm sure I could magic up a fix, anyway.
[She takes a few steps closer to her, fixed on watching her as she paces.] But really... I'm just glad that you don't mind. I-- I was worried. [That obsessive gleam in her eyes is hard to miss, by this point.]
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[There's something in that last part that causes her to look up, and it's then she notices the extent of how serious about this Willow is]
Um, well, I'm sorry if I worried you...how long has this been a thing? To worry about, I mean...I just don't remember you mentioning it before.
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I don't know how I could've missed it before. I just saw you, and... all of a sudden, I knew.
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[Oh. She'll have to be careful here]
Seems like a lot of people are suddenly knowing things today.
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[Intense frown. She really might want to be careful, yeahhhhh.]
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[And is probably for the best, she's starting to think]
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[But she's still getting more warning vibes here]
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[She at least seems worried as well as disapproving now.]
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[It's been happening enough lately that the thought has effectively derailed her from her earlier creepiness, at least in part.]
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[It comes to something when everyone else is more worried about her than she is]
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[All very matter of fact]
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Also, um... by the way? This whole suddenly being a troll thing is kinda funny.
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[That last remark gets a cautiously curious look]
Funny how?
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... also I'm kinda having more violent urges than I'm used to. Not ordinarily one for the violent urges, me. It's unsettling.
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[Or maybe he's just like that around you, Willow... maybe.]
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[She hesitates at the mention of Eridan before venturing:]
Didn't Eridan mention something about being forced to take sopor? That seems like it would have an effect.
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... Wh-- what? I know Vriska said something about that, but-- did he say to you that he had to, too? [Willow doesn't look betrayed, exactly, just distressed and concerned. These are the kind of things she wants to know about her boyfriend. She doesn't assume he'd be keeping it from her intentionally, but... she can't help him with it if she doesn't know.]
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[And she'll be changing the subject now]
Why would Vriska say something about it?
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It just came up when we first met-- the one from his world, where you're the Empress, not yours. She got rid of her pills right when she got here.
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[She shakes her head]
It's awful that it's even an issue at all.
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