towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: orphaner dualscar (

orphans) and whoever!
Setting: the dormitory floor or cafeteria; any of the stairs in between
Format: starting with action, but i'll match
Summary: dualscar deals with his curse. or rather, doesn't.
Warnings: innuendo, language, the ability to use this icon icly, and general hideousness

[it was pretty easy to tell something was blatantly askew with him; thus, avoidance of the majority of the tower's floors for sometime. but that newly and mysterious acquired feeling of benevolence towards his peers? the seemingly inherent need to good? to keep peace? the come-ons, ones that would even make his fins curl with distaste, that would tumble from his mouth nigh every time he dared open it?

it was beginning to make him physically sick.

he was hoping this to be just another trick of the tower. though upon noticing no one else seemed to be afflicated as he was, the seclusion had began. however, he can't survive forever in such-- it's actually relatively easy to catch him rushing through hallways, up stairwells, or hurriedly finishing a bowl of oatmeal at a lone table.

feel free to say hi. the orphaner actually won't bite this time.]

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[how distasteful. and he has a feeling that would have to do with the second rebellion he's heard snippets of, the one he's dead for, but before he can comment:]

I'm easy. Are you?

*Blink.* No, I'm Nepeta! Easy's not a very troll-like name.

[he. actually puts his face in his hands.]

Nepeta. A pleasure to meet you; I meant that I'm Orphaner Dualscar.

Well you should've said that in the first place, shelly. Do you want to be called Orphaner, or Dualscar?

[also hand.* because gee wiz he sure does only have one arm. minor detail, that is.]

Whichever you'd prefer.

*Nothing she hasn't seen before. They come from Alternia, for crying out loud. She looks thoughtful.* Dualshark, then! Orphaner is too depurrressing.

Dual'shark'...?

[fishpuns. right. he inclines his head.]

I'd prefer not to think 'a my title as such, but as you will. Your, ah...? ["highness"? could he even had two of those? anyway, insert name / title / whatever there.]

Imperial Purrfection! *Grr! Look at this little six-sweeps troll trying to look all intimidating. And then she stops.*

Only, not really. I'm not Empurress yet, and even if I were I don't think I'd want people to call me like they do her. I'm going to be diffurrent!

["imperial perfection"... he supposes he can do that, for now.]

How so?

Lots of ways! I'm going to change all the culling and make it so that people don't treat the lower bloods as purribly as they already do!

[... it's one thing to be nice, another to have your views changed completely]

The lowbloods are treated as they should be.

If you think that then you don't know many lowbloods! It's downright pawful what happens to some of them!

[one would think he's not even listening to her. without pause:]

They receive what they earn.

*She glubs for a moment, frowning.* And it's because people like you think like that that I'm going to change it!

[and now he pauses to stare at her, considering, maybe. but then he resumes his eating, agonizingly slow in comparison to how quick he wished it to be, but then he'd probably vomit to be honest.]

I wish you the best 'a luck, then.

[sincere, though not quite in how she would think. and hey, he usually doesn't even believe in luck!]