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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.]
forcingrins and youSetting: 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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eightsnines as per usual.He doesn't even notice Redglare as he wanders out and down the hall, one hand running through his hair in an attempt to pull himself together. This tower was so ridiculously draining. What with the other Karkat wandering around on top of Signless in addition to the Vriska confusion, it was only a matter of time before some other version of him appeared.]
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Excuse me!
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So he turns around...and stops dead to stare. Adult. Adult troll. Adult troll that looks strangely like another troll he knows in a weird outfit.
He can't even speak. He's simply left staring.]
Uh.
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That sign. It's your class symbol?
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Who wants to know?
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You may call me Neophyte Redglare. Answer the question.
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Finally:]
Yeah. It is. What about it?
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Significant.
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[Still kind of unsure over here.]
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[He's tensing again. The flight instinct is kicking in. Depending on her answer, he may or may not bolt.]
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I mean you no harm because of it. It is simply rare to see one brazen enough to wear such a forbidden symbol in the open.
somehow i lost this tag and plurk reminded me of it
[He has no idea what any of this means. It doesn't even make sense from what he knows of the alternate timeline he's most familiar with. Karkat had never mentioned anything about a forbidden symbol.]
the magic of plurk
On the Alternia I know, it is a sign of suffering.
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[His eyelids lower a little. Explaining this is always so exhausting.]
You're probably looking for the other Karkat.
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I am not looking for anyone. The sign is what it is.
You share a sign and name with another in the tower?
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