Freedom Can Be Confusing

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Characters: 2nd_dii2ciiple & whoever would like to talk to him!
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding areas
Format: Any!
Summary: He's... not quite sure what to make of this
Warnings: slightly broken troll ahoy



The first thing he noticed when he woke was that he was not where he was supposed to be. There was no sign of his control block, or the biowires that should have connected him to his ship. The constant ticking of the computer in the back of his mind was gone as well - he wasn't connected to anything at all.

Panic tried to encroach as his conditioning insisted that he needed to get back to where he belonged right the fuck now, but he fought it off. He hadn't brought himself here, so it wasn't his fault he was disobeying. And flailing around in blind panic wasn't going to get him back to his station any faster.

Besides, if he was very lucky, this might be his opportunity to finally break free of his punishment of slavery. He'd almost lost hope that this moment would ever come.

The distress of finding himself dressed in plain white without even the tiniest indication of his symbol was enough to distract him long enough to read the letters and scout the tiny room. Thankfully a cursory search was more than enough to reveal the clean change of clothes waiting for him in an otherwise empty trunk, and he changed quickly.

Not a single hole for the biowire connectors. No sign of his hated helmet. He felt more like the Ψiioniic than the Helmsman, for the first time in nearly a sweep. Although he couldn't remove the collar, and he assumed the blue colour meant he was now owned by a blue-blood of that shade. It was actually a fairly ingenious method of identification. The problem was that he had no idea who it was, or where to find his new master.

Or, for that matter, why the Condesce would have suddenly decided to sell her most powerful Helmsman.

Time to find out what was going on.

Outside the room he found himself in a corridor full of doors just like the one he'd come out of. He turned to look back at his door, and saw a list of names, presumably the occupants. His was the last.

Right above it was a name he'd thought he would never see again. The Signless.

Just the sight of it was enough to send his panic rushing back in on him, intensified by the forbidden name. He reeled against the wall, staring in shock and disbelief. It couldn't be him. The Signless was dead.

And a part of Ψiioniic had died with him.

Comments

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry my name is Kanaya, I don't know who Dolorosa is. Apparently I look like her?

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Yeth... only, you're so much younger than her. [He shakes his head and studies her curiously.] I'm called the Ψiioniic. What did you mean, 'another Thollux'?

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

I see. Forgive me I don't know who she is. Is she important to you? [a small nod] Sollux is another troll, he looks like you only younger, and, I don't mean to be rude, he has the same lisp as you.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

He lookth like me? [He's clearly astonished by the thought.] That doesn't really theem possible... anyone else with my mutationth would have been culled, probably.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Mutation? Then your blood is candy red and not yellow?

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

What? No... how did you even... tho you do know the Signless? [He's really confused now. Why would she assume that was the mutation he was talking about unless she knows Signless?] I meant my hornth and... other thingth that are doubled.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Signless? No, I do not. How does one not have a sign? Or was he outcasted because of his blood? [another nod] Sollux as well has two pairs of horns [we won't talk about those "other things"] I guess that is also seen as a mutation, although when I hear the word my mind tends to go to blood color primarily.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Yeth, he had no sign because of hith blood. The Dolorotha was an attendant on the mother grub, she found him and ethcaped the breeding caves with him, and raised him herself.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Karkat has a sign though, I wonder why that is. The Dolorosa seems honorable. Could you tell me more about when you're from?

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Well, I think I heard something about hith followerth having adopted a symbol for him? The shape of his irons, the only thing that was left after they burned him. [He sketches the shape vaguely in the air] I'm from a year after they killed him.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Oh! That is Karkat's symbol!

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Then, I guess that'th why he has one. I guess someone managed to find and raise him, or somehow a lusus chose him. That'th good.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Karkat had a lusus, yes. Although he still needs to hide his blood color in fear of being culled.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

It'th... kind of sad, though. I don't think he'd have wanted his suffering to be the thing that people really remember him for. He wath about peace and equality, not pain.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

The one like Karkat was about peace and equality? He doesn't seem much like Karkat anymore. He is more loud and yells a lot.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't get me wrong! He yelled all the time and he was the angrietht person I know. It was more that he believed we could be better. To ourthelves, and to each other. That we weren't meant to be bound by the hemospectrum, or slavery. [Welcome to his most passionate topic, he can go on for hours like this]

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

I see, so he yelled for a purpose, to get a point across. If he arrives he should speak with Feferi, she is a high blood who wants to get rid of the caste system. It seems like their ideals are similar.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

He'll happily talk to anybody, let alone someone actually willing to lithten. [He smiles a bit] A high-blood willing to listen... man, he'd talk for nights on end.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

I assume that the high-bloods of your time aren't as forgiving as Feferi. Don't get your hopes too high, many or our high-bloods do not agree with her ideals.

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

"Everything tharts with one person who's willing to lithten," Ψiioniic insisted with a faint smile; it was something Signless often said. "One tyrian-blood a damned good place to start."

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

She nods, "Yes, but it is a very dangerous position. Such views are deemed worthy of culling."