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Characters: Disciple (

bloodwriter ) and Signless (

iron_infidel )
Setting: All day within floor 38
Format: Any which way we want!
Summary: Thanks to Darkleer coming back, Di and Sign decide its about time to see what happened that dark day.
Warnings: Loads and loads of sad/depressing/heartfelt feels.

Ever since Signless came back into her life, Disciple was very protective of him. She stayed by his side every chance she had, making sure nothing had happened to him again. But he started asking questions, questions that she tried her best to avoid. She didn't want to relive that moment, to let him know that everything went downhill and he was murdered horribly.

And things would have gone "fine" if it wasn't for one troll coming back. The one troll that was involved in their horrible horrible event.

She was just grateful to run into that troll first (or at least she thinks so), but she knew that the time had come. It was time to finally talk to her matesprite about that awful day...

So reserving a spot within floor 38, Di made a nice sized pile of pillows and blankets, and awaited for him to come.

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Signless to be honest didn't know what to expect. His lovely mate has addressed him and had informed him of a talk that was long over due. Of course he knew not of what she was to tell him, he could only assume that it had to be because of the recent new arrival, Darkleer. Still he didn't see why that was such a issue to be discussed that eh needed to join her a special floor with a pile. Not that he minded but he did enjoy his daily routine of exploring the tower to get his mind off of recent events.

However, Disciple was his matesprit and everything else that their culture allowed and thus he could not argue with her. When he arrives on floor 38 he takes a moment to take in surroundings. It was an odd choice for a discussion, but calming. The pillows were a comforting thought and he made his way towards the pile that had been prepared.

He beams at the sight of her and holds out his hand for her to grasp, "Yes dear, I have arrived. I do apologize for being a tad bit tardy to our date, but I do have my routines."

Disciple smiled warmly at him. She knew he could always come when she asked. She still felt a bit nervous though, and tried to calm herself while he approached. With a good pull, she pulled him up to the soft pile.

"I do not mind you for being late. In fact, it looks as if you had a good time today. What was it that you did?"

He gives a small laugh and falls into the pile and comes close to her. His arms come to wrap around her waist and he gives a gentle squeeze to her form.

"Nothing to exciting. I visited a few friends and just explored the tower."

She gives off a squeal of surprise at his squeeze, giving him one right back.

"Heehee! You did? How nice."

A pause came after.

"So it was just regular friends? You did not, perhaps, meet anybody significantly new...did you?"

He gave a pause as he thought to himself, "Old and new, I met one of us. Of age and species. One of the highbloods, by the name of Darkleer. I'm not sure what to think of it, this tower has a way of changing our cultural ways. I know I am supposed to avoid him, but we are equals now."

Another pause follows, "We are all here and if more high bloods come, they to suffer the same fate. It is a chance, Meu...a chance. It maybe that they will see our ways and stop this stupid oppression." His face drops for a moment as he realizes something.

"No, there is no guarantee that they will remember this word from the tower when they return.... There is no return...our planet is dead! But, that means we have hope here...right?" He continued on and on, thoughts jumping this way and that with his excitement.

She gasps when he mentions meeting a highblood, not to mention stating his familiar name. She gives off quick breaths and her eyes become wide. "WHAT?! Are you serious?!"

She then pushes him away only to examine him thoroughly; brushing his hair, checking underneath his attire, seeing if he had any marks on him. She soon became completely unaware of how much she shook while she panicked over him.

"I-it looks like you are fine. But I do not like this one bit! How dare you meet him without bringing me along with you!"

Her abrupt coddling...caused his speech to stop. A moment was taken as he glanced over her and gently placed his hands around her wrists, trying to calm her. "Why? Meulin...I know how to survive, it is only a high blood. There is no need to worry, he wished no harm on me and we engaged in an interesting conversation" Sure interesting, mostly just help and the gift of water, but she didn't need to know that part.

She felt weak to his hold and tried to get a hold of herself. She can't lose control over this. She has to be strong or else they'll both lose. She gives off a sad look and avoids his gaze.

"Forgive me for staying off topic, but I must know."

She lets go of him and continues to look down.

"Before you came here, what was it that you were doing?"

Why was there a recent need to know the answer to that question, Darkleer had asked the same. Signless frowns and brings a hand to her cheek, "I believe I have already told you this, dear. All I remember was our journeys together and spreading our word."

"That's...what I thought," she murmured. She did remember him telling her this, but she wanted to hear it again. She grabbed his hand and rubbed her face gently against it.

"Did...did I ever tell you of my past before coming here?"

Something was up, but for a moment he relaxed against her gentle affections. "No I do not believe you did. Would you like to? I can only assume that it is the same as mine."

She gave off a pause before continuing. She dreaded telling him but if that executioner was about to close in on her lover, then she might as well.

With a deep breath she situated herself, grabbed both his hands within hers, and look him straight in the eye. "Ok then. I would like to tell you the whole story of my past. I must warn you though, it is not exactly happy."

"There will always be sorrow no matter what story you tell. I can take it, my love. I have suffered many sorrows in my time" He squeezes her hands gently if only to reassure her.

Sigh

"Ok then. One day we were traveling and preaching like usual. Sadly it was not our day, for we were suddenly ambushed and taken."

She sighed again. "It turns out a spy was within the crowd and they had told authorities. They were hidden all over the place and surrounded us. We tried fighting them all off, but they were too many of them. They overpowered us and we were all taken to jail..."

All the while he listened his expression remained as it rested in a calm and content state, not allowing emotion to show. He had assumed that there would be a time for his capture, things usually did not last in blissful ignorance for long.

"Continue, my love."

She nodded.

"Once we were in jail, we were not there for long. The very next day they dragged us out to be executed for all to see."

Tears started to form in her eyes, and she paused for a bit. "It was overwhelming how many trolls were there, screaming and taunting, wanting us all to suffer. It was amazing how big of a spectacle they made of this, on us being kill. It made me feel frightened. Especially when they started dragging us apart one by one to be culled."

"The highbloods were never one for subtly." He comments. His frown stays constant on his features and he shifts a bit, but comes to pull her close once more. "Do continue."

She leans against him and takes a deep breath before continuing.

"It was scary how hard they pulled you away from me. I tried so hard to make sure that I was taken first, but they wanted you. They wanted to address the 'problem' first by culling you!"

She soon began breaking down and crying.

"And they strung you up! They made us all watch while they hung you on these weirdly shaped hot irons and tortured you! It had gotten so bad that once an arrow hit your body, you started sputtering out a loud vicious sermon. One where you started hating everything and everyone!"

Pretty soon she shook and shown a hateful stare away from him

"And the one who put that arrow in you was the same fucker whom you just met previously!!"

Silence fell over him. He didn't know how to take the information. Such...sorrow had be fell her and those of his followers, but...what could he do. His expression faltered and his gaze came to fall at the floor in a similar fashion to a deer in the headlights. He could only imagine the screams she heard coming from...him. His screams, his anger. No! How could he let any of this happen? How could he let his anger get ahold of him and allow it to turn himself on everything he believed. No, no this was not possible. Surely...no he couldn't think about this at the present moment. There had to be some good news to this story, "What....what of the others? Psii, Mituna, Porrim! You...oh my dear what was your fate?" anything to distract him from his own failure.

Meulin just hiccuped and sobbed before giving her answer to him.

"I'm not very sure on their fates. Because once you had died, I was to be culled next. But for some reason, that executioner just wouldn't let me die! He just told me to run and I was so scared of what you told everybody within your Vast Expletive, that I just ran. I did not even know how I acquired your leggings! I just continued to run until I collapsed. It wasn't until 4 sweeps later that I had learned of the others demise."

She took a gulp of air and brushed the hair out from her eyes.

"Dear Porrim was sold into slavery towards the horrible sea-dwellers, and poor Mituna was given the fate of being the helmsman to the queen's ship. No doubt because of his special ability. And they had the nerve to call it prestigious! I don't even know if they are even living when I was taken to this place!"

Edited 2012-10-10 04:18 (UTC)

Again came the silence. Signless didn't wish to hear the words that came from her mouth. Toxic words that he dare not believe, yet he knew they were true. There was no reason for her to lie and her intentions were only for good. He took the information hard, the idea that such an expletive had scared her into hiding...that he had failed his followers. What could he say to her now, how could she even come back to him in this tower, even approach him after such anger had graced her ocular devices.

He lets go of her and pulls away his hands come to rest on his forehead and hide his face away form her. Mouth opens to speak but all that comes out is a subtle whine. He had no idea what to say to her or how to proceed form here. Was there even a point to his presence in this tower? Could he even create his dream and try and seek a new outside the tower? Why did the younger ones even look up to him, did they even know of what his fate had been and the anger that echoed into the future and harbored itself within his very descendent. Karkat, suddenly it made sense to him.... No. This was not what he had prophesied. Suddenly all the hints that had been dropped during his stay here, which he had avoided like a forgotten trail of bread crumbs, came together.

Dolorosa had acted so relieved upon hearing his last memory, been so protective and Disciple. He lifts his head in her direction but could nto bring himself to meet her eyes. He had failed her, failed them all.

Seeing him react to what she had said made her feel broken. She knew this conversation was meant to happen, and that there was a reason he had to stay away from that executioner, but she still felt horrible. He couldn't even look her in the eye!

She didn't want to leave him behind when he was at his most vulnerable. She would feel even more of a failure! So instead, Meu just curled up into a ball where she sat and wept silently.

He turned to glance her way and it only made him feel worse within himself. She had not wished to tell him these words and it had upset her. His hands clench into fists and with a desperate motion he swings his fist into the the floor which they sat upon. The material cracks around his fist and in that moment his expression changes from sorrow to pure shock. They anger was within him and he hadn't even lived the story she had preached.

He adverts his eyes from her and tries to take a deep breath to calm himself, "Disciple...I am sorry that I have pained you." it was all he thought to say.

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