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Characters: The Handmaid and you!
Setting: Around the tower
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match!
Summary: The Handmaid is starting to think that maybe Lord English won't be showing up after all.
Warnings: Nope!


[The Handmaid can't sit still. She's been wandering the tower since late last night, her movements still stiff from her scuffle from the Highblood. She's carrying herself oddly, shoulders hunched as though trying to make herself disappear, and she's quite obviously jumpy, freezing at every unfamiliar movement or sound.

He hasn't arrived yet, and she doesn't understand why. A tiny part of her is daring to hope that he can't reach her here, and that for all of the tower's restrictions and horrors she might actually be free. But even that thought scares her. What is she supposed to do now if that's true? She'd never considering being truly free before. She'd thought she would only escape her servitude with death. She has options, so many it's dizzying and a little bit terrifying.

But then, time could move differently in this universe. Maybe she's only been gone for seconds to him. Of course, if that were true, it wouldn't stop him from arriving the second she did and taking her back. Clearly, that hasn't happened.]

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[megid0-maiden.livejournal.com]

[Aradia's sat on the fourth floor, something of a favourite haunt of hers ever since she got here. As she hears someone approach, she looks up and can't help but feel shocked. The troll passing by looks almost exactly like her, only bigger. And without the wings.

So of course, she has to investigate]

Hello?

[entropied]

[It takes every ounce of self-restraint the Handmaid has not to jump. She stiffens instead, turning to face the younger troll with a surly expression.

Oh. Her descendant.]

What?

[megid0-maiden.livejournal.com]

[Aradia holds back from approaching - it's clear that would be a bad idea]

Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to startle you. I've just...I don't know too many adult trolls, particularly ones who look like me so I couldn't help but be curious.

[entropied]

[That seems to be a good choice, because she relaxes. Anyway, it isn't really the other residents she's worried about.]

There are a few adults here.

[It's muttered and distracted, and she completely ignores the "who look like me" part.]

[megid0-maiden.livejournal.com]

[Oh good, at least Aradia hasn't made things more tense.]

Oh, yes, I know...I spoke to Ψiioniic when I first arrived and I've seen another since then. They reminded me of friends of mine...you're the only one who reminds me of me. I can guess what that means...I'm glad I've gotten to meet you.

[Even if this is the most they ever say to one another. She might not have been as obsessed with her ancestor as, say, Vriska or Terezi, but now she understood the desire to connect, a little.]

[forcingrins.livejournal.com]

Ah, we meet again.

[entropied]

[Nope, it doesn't. She's eyeing Redglare warily.]

Unfortunately.

[forcingrins.livejournal.com]

I've been thinking since we last met, and I think I've come up with a good title for you. Since you so graciously left your naming in my hands.

[entropied]

[Oh god, she is not looking forward to this.]

And what title is that?

[forcingrins.livejournal.com]

I believe I'll call you the Contumacious. Unless you have something better to offer, of course.

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

_{[Admittedly, horns aren't the weirdest thing that Marceline's seen in her existence. Ooo has some strange things after all, and stranger people. But horns combined with grey skin combined with jumpy nerves, and it signals opportunity for a question. She's obviously not a vampire, or at least not one Marceline's ever seen before, so...]}

What are you supposed to be?

_{[She's busy floating around trying to get a decent look, manners completely ignored in favor of satisfying her curiosity.]}

[entropied]

[She takes a step back, looking at Marceline with clear disdain.]

What are you supposed to be?

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

_{[Well. She sees your disdain and raises you mild irritation.]}

I think I asked first, but I'm trying to figure out if you're some kind of mutant vampire or just rude now.

_{[Personal space: regained. Marceline's floating a few feet back now.]}

[entropied]

[Scowling!]

I'm a troll.

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

_{[Now she's interested- scowls aside, this is one thing she's never seen at home, only in old pre-war storybooks. She's still hanging back, but it's curiosity on her face now.]}

Troll, huh?

[benigncancer]

[He has seen the Handmaid before, but the last time she seemed angry rather than nervous, like this. Not to mention the fact that she's moving stiffly, as if she was recently injured.

Signless moves towards her, advertising his presence with a strong stride and the click of boot heels on the floor, giving her time to notice him when he's not too close]

Are you all right?

[entropied]

[She glances up, brows knitted. He's one of the few trolls she doesn't feel threatened by at the moment, mainly because of his whole peace and cooperation shtick.]

Fine.

[That's pretty clearly a lie.]

[benigncancer]

Yeah, right.

[He keeps walking until he's right up close, but doesn't touch her, just yet.]

Listen, if you're injured I can help...

[entropied]

[She flinches away all the same, not used to such close proximity.]

I don't need help.

[benigncancer]

[He holds up his hands, watching her with a closed-mouthed smile]

Sure you don't. But I'm offering it, anyway.

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[There's a troll in the aquarium! He's sat on the floor, within sight of the staircase, silhouetted against the weird light from the water]

[He appears to be just... watching the fish swim, unmoving and silent. Truth is though, he's drifting between sleep and meditating. It's been a long month, his daymares have been increasingly awful, he's been beaten the fuck up by the Grand Highblood, and he still hasn't found a way out. How... depressing...]

[entropied]

[The Handmaid hesitates at the entrance to the aquarium. She would hope, at least, that this floor would be a bit quieter. It certainly is, but it seems like every troll she's ever learned about is wandering around this tower.

Whatever, who cares about him, anyway? She stomps past the Summoner and plops down a few yards away.]

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[Gosh... rude, Handmaid. She ends up passing him while he's in the sleep portion of his drifting so he doesn't react to her at all]

[In fact, he doesn't react for a good several minutes, until he's pulled back into the world by some terror or other. Takes a deep breath and blinks a few times, reaching up to mess with his hair... maybe wake himself up a little b--]

[OH GOD THERE'S ANOTHER PERSON HERE]

AH! What?!

[Sorry about that quiet you were looking for :X]

[entropied]

[That was definitely not good for her nerves. She jumps, biting back a gasp.]

What?

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[Squints......... Well she's definitely not the Highblood. He can't make out her eyes in this light, but she hasn't started attacking him... Relaxes a little, straightening his shoulders out. Calm down, Summoner, honestly]

You uh, startled me. [Head tilt] How long have you been there...