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Characters: Signless and open, but hopefully Romano as well!
Setting: Anywhere and everywhere. He's exploring the tower.
Format: Either is fine
Summary: Signless woke up with a leash on. He's going to find out where it goes, and run into shenanigans on the way.
Warnings: Nothing yet except Signless' language o/

Yesterday had been... busy. Between waking up in a strange place and getting lost, running into a couple of troll kids, and then saving Psiioniic from a creepy dickwad, he was pretty tired. Thankfully, Psiioniic had apparently been given the same room as him, so he could keep an eye on him as he slept.

He'd always suffered from insomnia, particularly when he had visions. So it took for fucking ever to fall asleep, and when he woke up that morning to find a weird orange and violet leash type thing attached to the collar at his throat, Psiioniic was still asleep.

But he didn't want to just sit around with this stupid leash thing on. It was pissing him off. At least Psiioniic didn't seem to have one - that would probably freak him the fuck out, given how messed up he already was.

He ripped a page out of his dream diary and scrawled a quick note on it I'M JUST OUT FOR A BIT. DON'T PANIC. DON'T LET ANYONE FUCK WITH YOU UNTIL I GET BACK, IF YOU CAN POSSIBLY MANAGE A FEAT OF THAT EXTRAORDINARY DIFFICULTY. and then left, following the leash as best he could to try to figure out where it led.

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[He's stiff under his hand, looking down at it and then back up at the adult in front of him. He sees the candy colored red in his eyes and he's not sure how to feel.]

No. Nobody like that exists where I'm from.

[Or maybe they did. Kanaya never mentioned much in regards to her ancestor. When he thought of what he knew of his own, he couldn't blame her.]

[Yeah, Signless doesn't bother to try to hide his blood colour. Ever since his irises changed colour, there was really no point, even though he doesn't wear a sign. He grins at Karkat and lets go of him] Well, that's me. I'd like to tell about the things I've seen, if you're interested. [Small shrug] If not, that's fine, too.

Things you've seen?

[This is kind of surreal.]

Sure you don't want to wait for your...uh. Actual descendant?

Nah. [He gives another shrug] I can tell him later. See, I've gotten visions since I was a wriggler. I guess you could say that they're visions of a way that troll society could have been - and was, once. It's a sort of world where we're not constantly fighting, or in danger of going shithive maggots at the slightest provocation.

[His eyes drop to Karkat's blue symbol thoughtfully] Where the hemospectrum doesn't mean shit, and highbloods can't cull lowbloods just for breathing in their general direction.

[His eyes follow Signless' to the cancer symbol carefully embroidered on his jacket before looking back up at him. Right. 'Signless'.]

Sounds...like a crazy fuckin' daymare. [His nose wrinkled a bit.] I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't really care about the hemospectrum or any of that shit but...

Yeah, I thought I was fucking crazy for a long time. [He easily admits this with a grin] Then I met Disciple. And I realized that I'd already seen her a thousand fucking times, in my visions. Same with Terezi and Vriska, whom I met yesterday for the first time.

[Another shrug] Maybe what I've seen is bullshit, I don't know. But I'm not making it up, and a lot of people seem to like it. So whatever. And really, what's so fucking logical about some people automatically being given absolute power just because of what colour their blood is? Why is it logical to put our wrigglers through so much shit that they're half-crazed and paranoid by the time they hit adulthood?

[That actually makes Karkat scoff.]

I could think of a few scarier things than our heir, but whatever. I guess it makes...sense. In a weird, roundabout way.

[Which was his way of saying 'You crazy, bro'. But it made for a good tale, so the suspicious look he had on before had warped into a very slight snaggletoothed grin.]

[Hey, approval from a blue blood is a new record, and Signless brightens, giving an answering, equally snaggletoothed grin. Yeah, think he's crazy all you like. Most people do.]

Hey, as far as I'm concerned, the highbloods would benefit from having a society they don't need to rule with as hard a fist, too. It's just a matter of letting go a little and recognizing that we have something to offer other than bare, resentful servitude.

[He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again wordlessly. He was getting too comfortable around this guy, this wasn't his ancestor, so there was no reason to spill things that didn't need spilling.]

Maybe.

[Signless' lips twist a little at that. It's clear the wriggler wants to tell him something, but is hesitant. He knows the feeling. For all that this Karkat isn't his descendent, he suspects they share a lot of traits.

Pushing won't help, so he changes the subject subtly instead.]

So I guess your ancestor wasn't a red-blooded freak like me, huh?

[Hearing the admission actually makes Karkat wince a little in guilt. That had been what he called his duplicate, hadn't it?]

No. My ancestor was...

[There's a pause in thought, followed by a short sigh.]

My ancestor was nobility. A writer and a councilor. So I guess a little like you.

Nothing about the stuff you were talking about though.

[Signless has heard the epithet many times before. There's really no sting to it for him anymore, but he sees the wince and it makes him like Karkat even more. Here's a highblood who has potential.]

No, I guess there wouldn't be much about what I'm talking about. So what'd he write about instead?

Eh. It's not really anything of merit.

[His jaw sets a bit stubbornly. In comparison to Signless, his ancestor was little more than a big wriggler.]

[Eyebrow] What did he write, Rainbow Drinker porn?

[Yes.

Except Karkat's pokerface is WAY BETTER THAN THAT and he just fakes a grunt.]

Seriously, don't worry about it.

Hey, I'm just curious. [Okay, changing tactics now, and giving Karkat a faint smirk.] You almost seem ashamed.

Maybe I am.

[Casual shrug. Nope, his lips are firmly sealed.]

It doesn't matter anyway. I'm not like him. Just like I'm not like you or your descendant.

[Karkat barely succeeds in keeping his tone from getting too defensive.]

[His smile softens. Okay, he's done poking at that particular bees nest, Karkat.] You're absolutely fucking right. And thank gog for that.

Why? I mean, you're not all that bad, I guess. Kind of fucking pushy with the twenty questions thing, but I guess I can't blame you.

Aside from the whole mutant thing.

[Eyeroll] What would be more creepy than meeting yourself? I don't mean someone who looks like you, but you? Besides, I was a fucked up wriggler. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

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