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Thank you, my treacherous friends.

Who| Terezi, Sigma, Initiate

What| Terezi and Sigma have definitely never fought before and absolutely need introduction. Clearly.

Where| Central commons

When| Now-maybe a few days back perhaps?

Warnings/Notes| Language probably. Will keep updated.

Hands and knees and... pretty much motherfucking everything thoroughly paint and chalk coated, the Initiate rides along up the elevator, ashmate on the otherside as he leans back against the wall. That seemed like the best way to deal with anything. Something up on the mind on death? Worried if all someone ain't coming back, or relieved when they do? Paint it. Up and paint motherfucking everything. It was good for biding time until everyone all came back, something he's never had to do so much before.

He hasn't watched much for recaps, only watched those that weren't yet dead, trying to see when and how (and who would all make to be responsible so that he may hunt them where needed, next time). When the doors open to the Commons and he and Terezi step out, this is his excuse later. He spots the (his) old man across the room-- one who'd been back before him-- and immediately grins. His eyes dart from Terezi then to him, and he gets an idea.

"Sigma! BROTHER SIGMA!" He calls. And then, in his eagerness he brings Terezi along. To her he says,"You got at to having a greet on for him before as yet, sister? THIS IS SIGMA. My friend." He gestures as he speaks. "SIGMA, THIS HERE ALL BE MY MIDDLE LEAF, MOTHERFUCKING AUSPISTICE, TEREZI PYROPE. " He beams at the pair, standing between them and clearly fond of both.

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Sigma rises as he hears the Initiate's voice, his heart warmed by the boy's enthusiasm. He had not pushed their bond they had made in the Arena aside, after all, as the old man had secretly feared, and in fact intended on strengthening it. There's a start of a pleasant smile on Sigma's lips as he turns to meet his ally, a smile that freezes partway as his gaze falls upon his guest.

Indeed, Sigma would have been perfectly charmed to meet any friend of the Initiate's... Any friend except Terezi Pyrope, that is.

Despite lifelong practices in keeping his composure, Sigma cannot contain his surprise as he realizes who it was the Initiate intended to introduce him to. This was the 'woman' who killed him in one of his most excruciating deaths yet, and for a man who essentially could not properly die no matter how many doomed timelines he lived through, this was quite the feat. He stares at her awkwardly, hands instinctively smoothing over the fabric of his jacket that fell over his ribs. The sound that comes out of his mouth is equal parts discomfort and disappointment.

"A-Ah..."

The painting was good. Terezi could agree that it helped ease her mind. After everything that had happened, she needed a little time to unwind. She was especially glad to share it with him, though she hopes he didn't notice the way she shied away a little from her indigo chalk. It's too soon for her to want to slather the floor with that particular color. A little too fresh to her nose.

But it's okay. She knows, it will be okay.

She's still relaxing in that mindset when they step out into the Commons, and the Initiate hails to someone. She barely has time to pick out who it is--she doesn't recognize the name--before she's being dragged by the hand over to meet him.

Him, being one of the Tributes she killed a few weeks ago.

A friend of the Initiate.

Her mouth opens, but she doesn't make any noise at all. She doesn't know what to say, and there's a bit of panic in her thoughts as she tries to rationalize the situation she's found herself in. Her attention shits quickly from Sigma to Initiate and back to Sigma again with only the tiniest movements of her head.

For a blind girl, Terezi does a marvelous impression of a deer in the headlights.

Confusion holds him for some moments, until finally his face falls.

"You've met," He says dully. It isn't a question. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"SO DO EITHER ALL OF YOU WANT AT TO EXPLAIN WHAT ALL THE FUCK HAPPENED OR AM I TO BE LEFT LOOKING ALL LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING FOOL?"

He steps back from the both to frown unhappily at them. This would up and figure. All everyone could seemingly ever do was make to befriend those he hated or hate those what all he claimed for his own. Why all is he even all to be having the faintest flicker of surprise? It ain't anything but president by this point. He waits impatiently.

The Initiate is disappointed, and that disappointed Sigma in turn. The esper swallows and considers the Tribute standing before him, looking her over. He did not know what the boy meant by 'middle leaf' or 'auspitice', but Sigma could hazard a guess. He was not so oblivious that it needed to be said that the Initiate looked forward to their mutual friendship.

Through gritted teeth, Sigma tried an apologetic smile. It was not in his nature to forgive killers or violence, but he would at least give the other a single chance. "Forgive me, Initiate Fraysong, it is not your fault. Unfortunately, I accidentally happened upon the wrong end of her staff some time ago. Isn't that right, Miss Pyrope?" The way Sigma brushes the situation off, he could have been explaining he had met Terezi at the grocery store. But it's clear by the tone of his voice and the tension that he has made quite the exception for her, and expects an apology in return.

Fraysong's face falls, and Terezi's not sure that she could feel more guilty than she did in that moment. She messed up, she knows. Not intentionally, but the result is still the same. She wouldn't have been happy about admitting to that, but she would have done it. Terezi Pyrope does not skirt responsibility, and it was her decision to put the old man out of the picture. She dealt the first blow.

But then he chimes in first with the apology, and it grates on her pride that this (mostly) stranger thinks he has to coax the truth out of her.

"That is one way to put it," she agrees, smiling back at him sharply. "Another way would be that you somehow warped natural causality to put yourself between me and my intended target--a turtle. Which doesn't so much constitute an accident in that case."

But no, she can't hide the fact that she does owe an apology... So she turns to Fraysong, more seriously. "Sorry. I didn't know he was your friend. If I had, I would have steered clear of the both of them."

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His eyes dart between the two of them. His hands twitch automatically. He is incredibly, amazingly, not satisfied. With either response.

(And of fucking course the Turtle, shellbeast, whatever had to get all to be involved.)

He smiles, all teeth and no happy. It falls quick. "Of course all a motherfucker can't make at to call on a cull. AIN'T LIKE TO BE MY MOTHERFUCKING PLACE. I ain't to eschew the blood spill," He growls. "BUT I WOULD LIKE AT TO KNOW WHY. Just all for a motherfucking reference sake. DID EITHER OF YOU PULL WHATEVER SHIT OR WAS IT CULL FOR THE SAKE ALL OF CULL?"

She's supposed to be his Auspistice and she's gotten into a fight with his friend. Of course his friend would be....friends with fucking shellbeast.

...Terezi could tell that Sigma manipulated the future? His eyes narrow not threateningly, but in curiosity, humming thoughtfully to himself. To compound his problems, the Initiate was far from happy with his apology. Well, wasn't this getting awkward.

Sigma sighs, his shoulders dropping. What a mess. "I... I saw someone getting killed in an unfair advantage. Sometimes, I can foresee things yet to pass, among other visions." He clarifies in the interest of holding back the Initiate's wrath. "I acted purely out of instinct. Frankly, I should not have done it," he admits aloud. He needed to protect Howard above all, and yet he had moved to save someone he once hated. It wasn't that he disliked Donatello anymore, per se... but there were others that needed his help instead. Did that make him a horrible person, regretting saving someone's life?

"I leapt in front of her strike from hiding. Otherwise, I do not know if she would have killed me." He looks at Terezi for clarification.

"I wouldn't have." Terezi is quick to assert that, not for fear of Fraysong, but simply because it's the truth. She doesn't want either of them thinking otherwise... She had made some bad decisions in that arena from lack of forethought, but she would never 'cull for the sake of the cull'. She would hope that Fraysong at least would know that by now.

But she is a little surprised to find that Sigma has precognition at his disposal--just like her. She's even more surprised that he doesn't mind admitting it out in the open. She frowns at him. "I can See things, too. When you got involved, everything shifted in a way it definitely wasn't supposed to. It was my job to make sure my friends came out of that fight alive, and I didn't know what else you intended to change. I didn't cave your ribcage in because a whim happened to hit me."

"SEERS. You're both seers." And neither of them got the vision of this at all. He looks up at the ceiling and says, "YOU GOT ANY MORE SEERS WHAT ALL TO THROW THE FUCK AT ME? A motherfucker all thought at he was lacking! PERHAPS ONE MORE WHAT ALL COULD'VE PREDICTED THIS, DO YOU THINK?"

He looks back at them both, a funny expression on his face. Not happy, but like the picture is becoming much clearly, just the faintest exasperation. He huffs.

"Gonna get confessional on at both you fuckers, this Seer shit all sounds at to be a goddamn hassle of proportion motherfucking magnificent. FROM ANY DAMN END WHAT BE OF IT."

"Still, you did initiate the battle, and did continue to strike," Sigma points out with another sigh, though it is in defeat. He was amazed he was being blamed for his own death, but such was life, he supposed - she had a point that he'd thrown a wrench into what should have been a predictable timeline. Still, Sigma finds himself frustrated; other than the skin of his cybernetics bursting open to reveal his true strength, he posed no threat. Despite having found another esper, he's somewhat wary of Terezi - her apology was not to him for causing him pain, but to the Initiate for inconveniencing him. "It is fine. At least we understand each other." He decided it would be best to let this go as soon as possible.

Yet genuinely hurt by the Initiate's comment, Sigma looks at him somewhat painedly - at least, as much as he risked to convey against his normally stiff and stoic persona. "It isn't as if I chose to be an esper," he says stiffly. "I apologize. I suppose I will not help anyone anymore unless they request it," he quipped.

The Initiate's outburst at the ceiling earns him a dry stare from Terezi. She's tempted to shove him for the comments, but she's not sure if he'd appreciate that sort of joking around when he's in such a displeased mood. She'll have to settle for ribbing him later about it.

Terezi mostly ignores the first of Sigma's comments in favor of the second. He's right about her actions. She did choose to initiate the battle, and she isn't going to refute the fact that she aimed to kill when he got in the way. She is, however, going to refute his self-pitying remarks. "You didn't choose to be what you are, but you do choose the actions you make. If you didn't like the outcome of what you stepped into, if you couldn't own up to all the repercussions, then you shouldn't have stepped into it. That is pretty much the first rule of foresight."

He hadn't meant it all in complete seriousness. Maybe a little bit. Okay he was absolutely exasperated but he hadn't meant as how all it seems to have come to be. And this all just gets to being worse and motherfucking worse it all does.

"Fuck," He curses, pushing finger pads into his eyelids. "AIGHT, LOOK, I'M ALL LIKE TO BE MOTHERFUCKING SORRY, YOU HAPPY? And a sorriness anew along with it for trying this. ALL THE SORRIES BE FROM ME. I am goddamn well of motherfucking apologies to pass the fuck out. COME ON, MOTHERFUCKERS, I CAN MEET ALL WITH EITHER OF YOU LATER, OR FUCKING SOMETHING." Messiahs motherfucking dammit why was this happening. Was this another test?

He turns to Sigma. "I don't care you're an esper! I DON'T KNOW WHY ALL THAT MATTERS OR WHAT ITS MEANING TO BE, AIGHT? I got for power too but this seer whatever fuck be beyond this motherfucker, aight? VISIONS AT TO ME WOULD ALL BE GOD GIFTED AND NONE BUT."

He turns to Terezi, pleading. "Do we got to be all making at a whole motherfucking thing of... this?"

Sigma shoots an accusatory, and perhaps defensive, look at Terezi when she speaks. Neither of them had any idea the sort of things the other had forseen, and yet she judged him so? What was it he was supposed to do, allow those who did not deserve it to die when he could have stopped it? Sigma no longer understood what the people around him expected of him. He was beginning to miss Akane - at least the bloodthirsty woman was ever rational in her demands.

But when he took a moment to think about what Terezi had said, Sigma's expression softens. She was right, he thought. Yet, if he took responsibility for his meddling, did that put the mass extinction on his hands? It was something Sigma liked to avoid considering. The Initiate's chiding only adds to his shame and Sigma lowers his gaze to the floor shyly. To hear those words from someone did help him, but it was the Doctor's responsibility to be the parent. All the poor boy had wanted to do was introduce his friend and Sigma was being a fool.

"...Forgive me, Initiate. I made a mistake," it's a hard thing for a Zero, one who had to trust wholly in himself no matter how evil his deeds became, to admit to. He lifts his gaze to Terezi to speak at her directly. "You are correct. After all of these years, I suppose there is still much I could stand to learn," he yields. It's the second time he's gone against his impulses and extended the olive branch for another's interests.

Fraysong's outburst is unexpected from Terezi's point of view...but not entirely unreasonable. Here he is, trying to introduce his friends, and they're making it more difficult on him than it really needs to be.

She frowns at him when he makes his plea to her. Did she have to be making a whole thing of this?... No, not really. It's not like she knows enough about the other man to make a case for proper Foresight usage. Her comment was only based on the little bit he had said... Honestly, she didn't know what this stranger was like at all.

But when he concedes to her point, the tension leeches out of her. "It doesn't have to be a thing," she concedes in return to the Initiate. Then to Sigma, she continues: "...I'm pretty sure that Foresight never stops being a learning process. I didn't know that I couldn't See what would happen when other Seers--espers, whatever--acted on their visions. I've never actually met another Seer like me before." Not exactly, anyway. Rose was a Seer, but her powers were a lot different. She's not even sure they See in the same manner, or the same kinds of things. She never really bothered to ask, either.

"I'm sorry for attacking you," she adds, trying for casual and hitting somewhere between that and awkward. "I didn't know what else might happen, and I panicked."

Motherfucking... miracles?

They both concede and seem to back down and The Initiate is surprised enough to blink and stare. Maybe he will turn his back and they will go back to bickering again. Or something. But seems almost as if things are really going to be so modicum of alright.

He elicits a noise like a 'huh'. Would all a motherfucker fancy that. He steps back as if all it might give him better view of this grand picture. He'd tilt his head but he thinks that all would make it be too obvious. (He might be doing it without notice anyway.)

Remembering himself, he says to Sigma, "NO GRUDGE WHAT ALL TO BE HELD." He shrugs. And then he keeps watching the two. Just in case.

Thankful the Initiate has defused the situation, there is finally a smile in Sigma's voice. First, he nods to the Initiate, sheepish he had let such a benign comment slip under his skin, and then to Terezi.

"All is forgiven, then," Sigma confirmed. "In fact, it seems that the two of us should find the time to speak." Truly, it was not the first nor the last time he would die and come back to remember it, and though it tortured him at the time, it was as easy to push this one from his mind as it was the rest of them. He could forgive Terezi easily enough if she meant it.

In fact, Sigma was overwhelmingly curious. He wondered how the powers from other universes operated, if they were the same as his own or worked under a completely different set of laws...

Terezi nods back to Sigma's suggestion that they find the time to speak. If he's not mad, then she's not going to be too concerned about the incident. "Anytime you want. It's not like I have anything pressing to do until they start rounding us all up again."

She notices the way that Fraysong has stepped back from the picture, only to watch them curiously. She scrunches her mouth up to one side and takes a step closer--just close enough to poke him in the ribs. "It's rude to stare. Even I know that."

The Initiate yelps and jerks to the side, promptly shoving her-- though noticeably not hard enough to knock her over. His expression of annoyance is a good portion just for show.

"You lying heathen, if you could stare you would make all to do just up and unnerve a motherfucker. JUST TO UP AND UNNERVE HE'S SURE YOUR BLIND ASS HAS MADE ALL TO STARE ANYWAY," He taunts. He flashes a grin at her and bumps her side again, before he straightens himself up. His expression smooths back to neutral.

Lifting a brow, he says to them both, "So motherfuckers got at for similarity true what all I ain't. AIN'T TO BE SHARING NONE ALL OF A KNOWING WHAT BE OF OWN POWER. Got prayer and parable I all do. TELL, SHOULD ALL HE MAKE AT TO LEAVE TO NINJAS UP OF THEIR MOTHERFUCKING OWN? ...And in good motherfucking sense all do so?" He can hardly leave them by their own selves with each other if they're going to strife here.

Sigma smiles at the two pleasantly to see them getting along in front of him at last. It appeared to him that the Initiate was quite fond of this woman, and he found himself hoping the two of them would stay together. It would be good for him, Sigma thought. It also surprised him to learn Terezi was blind, a fact he noted without comment. Like Clover's brother, she managed fine, at any rate.

"Oh, I don't mean to chase you away, Initiate Fraysong," Sigma says apologetically. "We can find our own time. It is as she says, I do not have much to do but wait around until they release us into the Arena," he shrugs. "I don't believe you have anything to worry about any longer, at any rate."

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Terezi grins back at the Initiate's teasing, going as far as to lightly shove him back for the physical rough-housing. He tries to act like he wasn't being a kid two seconds ago and Terezi just snorts.

"Yeah, you don't have to run off and leave us alone or anything. I'm also not going to knife him in the middle of the hallway, even if you do." Most people might think it's too soon to be joking about killing someone when you did in fact actually kill them before... but apparently not Terezi.

"But you can stay, even if you didn't have the good sense to be a seer like us. We're perfectly willing to accept the less gifted into our gracious fold. Right, gramps?"

Don't push him, little sister, he will invent the troll noogie. He will do it. And you will regret.

He smiles subtly at Sigma, grateful, but not sure how much he wants to show it yet. It would be too easy to pretend things in the arena didn't happen, but just as easily so would it to let all his guard down too quick. "AIGHT. Bitchin'."

Terezi, contrastingly, naturally, earns a raised brow.

"GRAMPS? The fuck's a Gramps? ARE YOU INSULTING HIM?" He narrows his eyes at her. "For that motherfucking matter, how dare you. I WOULD ALL HAVE BEEN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HIGHBLOOD, SISTER. Less gifted my goddamn glutes."

Edited 2014-03-18 21:57 (UTC)

Sigma laughed good-naturedly at Terezi's joke, and again at the Initiate's reaction. For the first time since he had been brought to Panem, he felt as if he were among friends, which was something to behold considering they had been fighting only minutes ago. It was true, however, that Sigma's tolerance of the deplorable actions of his friends was remarkably high, and he had never had many friends in his lifetime to begin with.

When he had recovered, he turned to the Initiate. "It's... a colloquial term for 'Grandfather,' or a man whose children have already sired children of their own. It has also come to mean one who is very old," he explained patiently. "It can be an insult if used to mock one's old age, but not a serious one, and I do not mind. I am old, Initiate." Sigma beheld him a moment affectionately. "There is a lot I have to teach you. Until then, it might take you some time to join our ranks, young one." He smiled at Terezi.

Terezi all but beams at Sigma. He is officially on her "coolest humans" list in part for rolling with her joke and in part for making fun of Fraysong with her. Those are two things that she can appreciate in a friend. Not that she's going that far yet, but the sentiment is there.

"Please! We don't need another conversation about your comfy-as-shit ass cheeks," she shoots back at Initiate. "We already know that your plush rump is the least gifted of us all. That is why you are itching to encase it in a shitty throne."

He listens to Sigma's explanation, trying to make sense of it, and it's context in weird human relationships. It does strike him again, that he should know someone to have survived to old age. It's a strange feeling and it gives him pause before he realises.

They're ganging up on him. They're ganging up on him! The goddamn motherfucking nerve.

"AIGHT, THAT FIRST TIME WAS ALL LIKE TO BE YOUR FAULT, PYROPE. You're the one what all what all called he the most ancient of ancients without knowing it was he, as I fucking recall it. IT WAS YOU WHAT ALL WENT ON TO TALK OF HIS ASS WHAT ALL WOULD SIT ON THAT THRONE, THANK YOU VERY MOTHERFUCKING MUCH, WHICH BRINGS ROUND TO FURTHER POINT; Don't get your harsh on at the throne, sister, that's too motherfucking far that all is, I tell at you true that thing is the most bitchtits miraculous what all ever was like to be. YOU'D MOTHERFUCKING WISH AT YOUR SAD ASS COULD BE GETTING PERCH UPON IT IF ALL YOU WEREN'T A MOTHERFUCKING HEATHEN OF HIGHEST BAR AND HAD AT THE SLIGHTEST OF SENSE TO YOUR NAME."

He lifts his chin, and straightens his back, peering down at them from his lofty height. His pride shall not be vanquished. He spreads his arms, smirking.

"I don't need at to join ranks of no seers. MY RANK CLEARLY MAKES AT TO UP AND SURPASS THE PAIR OF YOU." He dons a mock, snobby, seadweller accent in the last sentance. It is terrible.

Sigma does not know the Initiate's History well- or what lies in his future, for that matter, as he seems to be explaining- but Sigma can recognize one making fun of themselves when it happens. He chuckles at the change in tone and puts his hands on his hips.

His stomach drops a bit when he realizes he finds it easier to talk with the Initiate than with his own son, but he recovers quickly.

"Alright, alright, I yield," Sigma smirks, starting a self-important and mocking tone of his own. "I shall vacate myself from your presence, Your Most High." In truth, he was getting a little tired. He was a self-inflicted introvert and it was going to take some time to undo the exhaustion he felt around others. "In all seriousness, I should be going. But it has been a pleasure to meet your friend, Initiate Fraysong. We shall speak again soon, I do hope, Miss Pyrope."

For the most part, Fraysong gets a bunch of scoffing noises of almost laughter from Terezi. She knows he's being ridiculous, and she's more than willing to play along with his snobby self-righteous bullshit. At least he's having fun for once, and not being a grump.

But then Sigma is excusing himself from the conversation. Terezi's a little disappointed, but they can't stand around in the hallway and chat forever. "You bet," she chimes back at him, grinning wide. "In the meantime, you don't have to worry. I'll keep this pretentious piece of shit in line." She raises up and tubs on Fraysong's ear for good measure.

Terezi's not the only one dissapointed. He almost lifts his hand to reach, but stops himself. He press his mouth into a line, looking down for a moment.

Then, "It was good to see you, Brother. HE'S GLAD YOU'RE... that you made it back." It occurs to him then that there's still so much more to say. There's much they need to talk about. But not in front of Terezi. It's hard enough to think about alone.

And then she's pulling on his fucking hear-cartilage.

"YOU!" He whirls on her, ears going right back. "You fucking little--! YOU'RE DEAD! You hear me Pyrope, you're motherfucking cullmeat! THE ONLY FUCKING LINE YOU'RE MAKING IS THE ONE WHAT ALL I'LL BE PAINTING FROM YOUR INSIDES!"

Sigma watches the two bicker lovingly for a moment. Despite the implied violence, he knows they will be fine. Over the din of their argument, Sigma responds quietly, "I am glad you are safe as well, child."

He turns to the elevator and retreats to the silence of his room.

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