towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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.]

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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?

[Kanaya was going back to her dorm room when she saw her. At first she thought it was Terezi in her FLARP outfit but after a second more of staring she realized it must be her ancestor. Kanaya was wary of all ancestors, she was told about Dolorosa and Signless and, well, she didn't know how all the other ancestors felt about that particular topic.]

[But dammit, best to be polite] Good morning.

[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.

Morning, is it? To you as well, I suppose.

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.

You are awake.

[The girl that strides into the room is pale and thin, in all-white save for the bright red of her hair and the dark cover of the sketchbook pressed to her chest. She's told herself to be careful around trolls because of her conversations with Dualscar, but she isn't quite the type to be unfriendly. Aloof perhaps, but not rude- not unless it's called for.]

Another troll, correct? From Alternia?

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.]

Yes. And what are you? It seems a fair question since you seem to know much about me.

[Oh look, this one seems to be an adult.]

[He's more than familiar with trolls by now, but the number of them that were beyond the human age of thirteen was very slim in comparison. He had met a grand total of one such adult troll, and did not particularly enjoy the concept of going through that again, but he is approaching with caution.]

[And he is walking directly by with caution, too, watching Redglare as he goes. Even though it doesn't seem like she wants to go hitting people with that dragon-headed cane, he still knows that trolls are violent by nature. It's all in the spirit of self preservation, you see. Tall female troll wearing obnoxiously bright outfit, carrying pointy stick and looking around suspiciously? ~~Must be a day ending in Y~~ Definite danger present here.]

[Chidori at least, isn't the type to be insulted by the businesslike nature of her tone. She inclines her head and considers the things that she figures might be the most pertinent to know.]

Human. No horns, our skin comes in varying shades, and we all bleed red. Our languages also vary, though that does not seem to be an issue within the Tower at the moment.

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.

What an odd species you must be. The information is appreciated.

I take it your planet was also destroyed. Assuming the letter speaks true.

Excuse me.

[Yeah, he probably should have expected that. After all, the trolls are supposedly not very well versed in the ways of humans, so presumably a super tiny one walking right by them would evoke a response. Oh well, hopefully he's not dead by the end of the day. (Ienzo is so optimistic.) He stops and turns around, looking her straight in the eye. ...Glasses. Eyeglasses. Wow.]

...yes?

[What in the world??
Mindfang pretty much stops dead in her tracks, staring at Redglare for a long moment. What is with all of her friends and showing up here older than usual...?
Ah well. No point not saying hello; they were friends, afterall.]

Why heeeeeeeello there, my dear Redglare. [You get a flirtatious grin.]

[Considering some of the other humans in the tower? Prepare to be unintentionally trolled by an entire species.]

Yours is hardly what we are used to either. [Chidori is, as ever, pretty much unflappable.] Of course. It does not do to leave someone uninformed, when it comes to this place.

[Unless they deserve it, but she keeps that to herself.]

It certainly seemed that way when I was... returned there, brief though that was.

You're a human, correct?

...yes. [He's not going to go ahead and state the obvious there. Of course Redglare is a troll, there must be like twenty of them in here now. So instead, he's just going to keep staring.]

Excuse me?

[She pouts playfully.]

Can't even recognize me now that you're so oooooooold~?

How can one return when the planet is gone?

Terribly small things, aren't you.

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