Open!

[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.

Comments

[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!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Since fucking when?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Since you whined at me until I gave up my position!

[Wait.]

Are you not the leader in your session?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

No. And neither was Terezi. Not that it matters.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Who was, then?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Kanaya and Aradia.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Weiiird! So what's it like, being a fancy blueblood?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

It's ok? Better than being Kanaya or Vriska, anyway.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head.]

What do you mean?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Kanaya had the bright idea of blabbing about her candyblood, now the whole planet is trying to cull her. Vriska's not much better off.

[Pause]

Or they were trying to cull her before everything happened.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[Weeeird. This is kind of giving her a headache.]

So! How do you think we get out of here?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I've been looking -- you were the first thing I saw that wasn't dead or not actually there.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Let's go look!

[DRAGGING AGAIN.]