towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters:

forcingrins and you
Setting: dormitories/random hallways
Format: starting with brackets but I'll match to whatever!
Summary: The Neophyte wakes up and 1NV3ST1G4T3S.
Warnings: none yet

[It's jarring, to have a thousand hands dragging you toward a gallows and an unjust fate one second and to be paralyzed on a flat (albeit somewhat soft) surface the next. Jarring and, if she's being honest with herself, terrifying. Horrifying. She forces herself to breath as the seconds tick by because it's all she can do, and after a thirty-second long eternity she's free. She practically jumps out of the bed but her assailants are gone, as is the courtblock and all of its inhabitants.

Instead she's wearing unfamiliar clothes and is lacking in the accessories that make her feel herself--her glasses are gone, leaving her yellow-teal eyes naked. So is her cane, and her gloves. Her boots. The chain with the forbidden symbol that she wears close to her heart. A cursory examination of the room leads her to the letters at her bedside and, even better, the chest at the foot of her bed, where she is relieved to find all of those items she was missing and more. Before she leaves the room she'll dress in attire that is proper for a legislacerator and poke around the living space she's found herself in.]

[And once she's done in her room she'll venture out, appropriately dressed and even more appropriately cautious, exploring her new environment while she tries to decide whether she believes the contents of the letters or not. It can be unwise to interrupt a legislacerator's investigation, but in this case a little interruption might be beneficial to her work.]

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[Vriska nearly stops dead in her tracks when she sees Redglare. At first glance she'd thought it was Terezi and was going to cut away to avoid her, but then she notices she's too tall and the outfit is different.

Shit. Shit shit it's Terezi's ancestor and she's been killing people right and left for Karkat's lusus. She takes a step back, seriously considering turning and leaving before the ancestor can see her. But she's sort of frozen in place right now.

Just because you aren't moving doesn't mean people can't see you, Vriska.]

Another refugee, I presume?

[Vriska straightens when she nears, determined not to look guilty or frightened of an adult troll. She's seen them here in the tower, there's nothing to be afraid of. And it's not like Redglare can sense she'd been killing people, right?

Everything will be fine, she'll just make the convesation short and get the hell out of there. It occurs to her she might have to be more careful now (not like she wasn't already being painfully so).]

Refugees? More like prisoners! There's nothing about this place that's a safe haven. You're pretty dumb if you believed that letter.

Ah, thank you for enlightening me.

Elaborate, if you have enough information to make such a claim.

[Her wings flutter, and she rolls her eyes like this is a waste of her time. She probably shouldn't be treating adult trolls with such disrespect, but whatever. She doesn't really care.]

Of course I have the info to back it up! Do I look like an idiot to you? They took a bunch of the people here and did pretty disgusting experiments on them.

You look like a particularly disrespectful child to me.

So what? Are you going to do something about it? You know, that has nothing to do with what we were talking about!

[Oops. Maybe she shouldn't mouth off so much. And yet she keeps doing it. Good job, Vriska.]

You shouldn't ask a question that you don't want an answer to.

How rare, a child that begs for discipline. Or you could continue that elaboration that you claim to be so well-prepared for.

[Vriska eyes the cane warily, considering her choice to mouth off to an adult. Probably not her best decision, if she was being honest with herself.]

I told you they experimented on us, what more do you want, huh? Do you want the creepy and disgusting little details of it or something?? How morbid!

Yes, how morbid. I must be under the mistaken impression that you know more on the subject, something like the motivations of the entity that "saved" us or the purpose of that salvation.

I know all about it! But you're being pretty rude so maybe I shouldn't tell you. Besides, I don't really have time to go into all the gruesome details of what they did to people.

Very well.

Hey, watch it!

[Vriska flutters out of the way, honestly thinking she's about to have an adult troll attacking her. When she does, it's hard to hide the small sigh of relief.

Sure, she can take Terezi but it takes effort. She doesn't know that she can face off against her ancestor and have the same result.]

I recommend you do the same.

[She huffs in annoyance, but she's ultimately relieved to have escaped unscathed and un-interrogated. She turns and hurries back to her own business.

Best to avoid this adult troll like she does with the rest of them.]