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[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Characters: Terezi Pyrope and all of you!
Setting: Dormitory hallways
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Terezi's just arrived after a pretty traumatic event back in the Veil.
Warnings: Nope!


Terezi had scoured the room she'd woken up in for some sort of clue as to where she was, and had only found a letter. If that letter was telling the truth, she thought it was pretty ridiculous that whoever was in charge was saving her now, when Alternia was already largely barren and lifeless.

So she wandered out of the room into the hallway, sniffing carefully as she went. Nothing like the Veil, of course. Everything is too clean and bright and sugary. There was still blue blood, bright as paint, on her that she couldn't manage to scrub off, and so she'd left it. If this was some sort of trick, she just hoped everyone back in the Veil was safe.

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[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Let's find out!

[Tug tug!]

Come onnn!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH oh look, a phantom, they didn't even have to go far.

He stops short and points wildly at it. It's taken the form of magenta Sollux for him, but he knows better by now. Slowly. Backing away.]

There. Right fucking there!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Terezi squints, sniffing loudly. Nope. She can't smell anything. But he isn't lying, either.]

I can't smell it!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Don't fucking go near the thing. Other way. Pronto.

[Turn, slight shove, steer away. That's what's happening to you right now, Terezi.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[HUFF! She allows herself to be steered away but shoots him a glare.]

I want to check it out!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you.

[Best for her to find out herself, right?]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[YES best for her to find out!]

Where is it?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Following us.

[Placing his hands on her shoulders to turn her around and face the creature, stonefaced. He'll be prepared to jerk her away if the BAD FEELINGS in general aren't enough to force her away.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Bad feelings, sure, but that's not enough to deter her. She takes a few steps forward, but it's only until she's a few feet or so away that she can actually smell it. But she can't quite pin down the scent - it shifts, so quickly and smoothly that she can't quite pick any out.

It's making her feel almost sick, but she stands her ground.]

What is it?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Now that we're close, it looks like...I don't know. A ghost, I guess.

But it was talking to me. Trying to pretend it was someone it wasn't. Probably a good thing you can't see them.

[Geeeeently trying to ease her away from it.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Fine. She'll let him.]

Who was it pretending to be?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Not important.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Laaame! Tell me!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

No.

[Turning her around and pushing her away from the phantom. He feels a bit sick to his stomach now also, and he's prepared to get as far away from that creature as possible.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.]

Is this a daring rescue from my fearless leader?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Maybe if I was your fearless leader, it would be. Right now I'm just the idiot keeping you from getting your soul sucked out of your mouth, I guess.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Heyyy!

[She turns, leaning forward to sniff his neck.]

Yours is a different color than mine!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh. Right. Any idea what the fuck these things are for?

[Tugging at it with a bit of disgust.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

No! But mine is better. Look!

[She tugs on her own. BRIGHT ORANGE AWWW YEAH.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Mine looks like someone shoved sopor in it.

[...also its slowly dawning on him that you just sniffed his neck.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[PROBLEM?]

Mine is like tangerines!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[ONLY A LITTLE.]

So is it just us?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

I think so! I haven't seen anyone else.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Scratching at the base of his horns with a sigh.]

Fuck. Now what?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She raises her eyebrows. Did he really ask that?]

You're the leader, retard. Lead!