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thecapitol2014-03-15 09:39 pm
pythianjudgment) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-15 09:39 pm
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you
Who| Terezi Pyrope, OPEN!
What| Terezi is making it her job to "redecorate" the training area. After that arena, everyone could use a little more color. So she's putting it everywhere.
Where| Training area
When| About a week after the arena ended, timing can vary.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet!
Another arena has come and gone, leaving dozens of emotionally-troubled tributes back from the dead--and one no-less-emotionally-troubled Victor, she's sure. Pretty soon, people will start lining up to work on their skills for the next round. It's relatively quiet right now, though, as she stands in the middle of the training area. She's been here for three arenas now--not even the longest running member, and it's not any surprise to her that she's starting to feel run down. It's tiring, throwing so much energy into those death matches, only to be rewarded with yet another and another and another.
What she really needs, and what some of these other tributes need... is color. She remembers smelling the colors that the Initiate had painted on the wall the first time she came in here and how touching that had been. That was what they needed. Something to make them feel like people again, not animals. Primed with the paints from the painting station, pastel chalk from her personal collection, and the best of intentions; Terezi Pyrope gets to work.
At first, she just paints swirling colors, mixing paints and pastels and smelling how they work together. She trails across the wall, stopping by the knot-tying station to spill onto the floor with deep greens and browns. Once the paint dries, she scratches whimsical bits of flora overtop, things she's found on her own forest floor. On the other side of the station, she scribbles a forest of tall blue-trunked trees crested with fuchsia canopies. She stops on that wall and restarts again across the room by a rack of weights, reaching up on her tip-toes to scribble mountains and clouds and fearsome beasts flying across the sky--dragons of every shape and hue, big and small. After spending no small amount of time on that, she stops and moves to a new place. This time, she's not working off of personal memory, but she tries anyway. She haphazardly spreads blue paints across the wall, dripping onto the floor. Overtop, she scribbles every manner of sealife she can think of. There's a lot of empty space when she's done--places for other people to fill in what they want.
Near the center of the area, she leaves some paints and chalk and a scrawled note on the floor in big bright letters.
It reads: "Help yourself."
[OOC note: There's one closed thread in the comments, but the post itself is open to anyone who wants to reply!]
What| Terezi is making it her job to "redecorate" the training area. After that arena, everyone could use a little more color. So she's putting it everywhere.
Where| Training area
When| About a week after the arena ended, timing can vary.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet!
Another arena has come and gone, leaving dozens of emotionally-troubled tributes back from the dead--and one no-less-emotionally-troubled Victor, she's sure. Pretty soon, people will start lining up to work on their skills for the next round. It's relatively quiet right now, though, as she stands in the middle of the training area. She's been here for three arenas now--not even the longest running member, and it's not any surprise to her that she's starting to feel run down. It's tiring, throwing so much energy into those death matches, only to be rewarded with yet another and another and another.
What she really needs, and what some of these other tributes need... is color. She remembers smelling the colors that the Initiate had painted on the wall the first time she came in here and how touching that had been. That was what they needed. Something to make them feel like people again, not animals. Primed with the paints from the painting station, pastel chalk from her personal collection, and the best of intentions; Terezi Pyrope gets to work.
At first, she just paints swirling colors, mixing paints and pastels and smelling how they work together. She trails across the wall, stopping by the knot-tying station to spill onto the floor with deep greens and browns. Once the paint dries, she scratches whimsical bits of flora overtop, things she's found on her own forest floor. On the other side of the station, she scribbles a forest of tall blue-trunked trees crested with fuchsia canopies. She stops on that wall and restarts again across the room by a rack of weights, reaching up on her tip-toes to scribble mountains and clouds and fearsome beasts flying across the sky--dragons of every shape and hue, big and small. After spending no small amount of time on that, she stops and moves to a new place. This time, she's not working off of personal memory, but she tries anyway. She haphazardly spreads blue paints across the wall, dripping onto the floor. Overtop, she scribbles every manner of sealife she can think of. There's a lot of empty space when she's done--places for other people to fill in what they want.
Near the center of the area, she leaves some paints and chalk and a scrawled note on the floor in big bright letters.
It reads: "Help yourself."
[OOC note: There's one closed thread in the comments, but the post itself is open to anyone who wants to reply!]
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"She died, just after she hatched. It was kind of inevitable, given the situation. And there aren't any other dragons left anymore. Not that I think I would want another one. It wouldn't be the same."
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He doesn't think he should pry, but he wonders what could have caused such a widescale loss of a whole world's dragons.
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"Thanks. I guess." She doesn't know what else to say about that. It feels strangely personal to tell him that her world is dead, too. Normally, that wouldn't bother her, but he's so solemn that she's not sure she could take someone taking it at one hundred percent face value. It'll be a hard day when she can't laugh at the tragedy in her life anymore.
"What's your name?" That seems like a safer topic. "I'm Terezi Pyrope. Legislacerator-in-training."
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"I'm Kain Highwind, dragoon, as I already mentioned. " Though there's something that he's unfamiliar with. "What is a Legislacerator?"
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"Legislacerators are like... lawyers, I guess. Or bounty hunters. In my day, they would fight their battles in courtblocks, attempting to ferret the truth out of suspicious evildoers. But back in my ancestor's time, they were more like bounty hunters. Once they had a mark, they would bring back the criminal dead or alive to face judgment for their crimes. My ancestor was... a prodigy for her time." Terezi sounds proud when she says that, like a bit of that honor had rubbed off on her. "It probably helped that she had a dragon, I'm not going to lie about that."
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“Many circumstances can be resolved more easily with a dragon on your side. We surely would have been out of this place long ago if we had dragons to fight for us…” If only there were some way to make it happen, though it seems unlikely at this time. “It sounds like you come from an honorable family line, if that was their duty. It takes great strength to carry out tasks like battling criminals.”
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"She was really great. You could have met her. She could have told you more about what our dragons used to be like." Among other things... But she figures that's the most immediate topic.
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