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When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers

Who| Initiate, Gamzee, Kurloz, and the old goat! OPEN TO ALL!!

What| Bad raps, bad food choices, bad habits, bad people, brooding. Come meet the Makaras!

Where| All over the tribute tower, the commons, D5, and outside

When| Thicker Than Blood week!

Warnings/Notes| Swears and slurs. Drug references. Past abuse/neglect implied. Atrocities done in the name of rap and miracles. Body modification / self harm / mouth stitching. Creepy awful people with Problems.

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She's confused almost immediately, is he playing the prey? Perhaps once, a long time ago, her lusus had done this with her, hiding things for her to find, another step on the way to becoming independent. Not a game but teaching. She glances back at them. The green eyes seem just as confused, a little wary, but not overtly aggressive. More curious than anything else.

She clasps her hands behind her back, letting the leash trail from her fingertips--as if she needed it, and steps after him. As she nears him, she calls out.

"You aren't very smart prey. A hopbeast at best and even they have the sense to keep still."

He bursts into strangled snickers, tucking his knees closer.

When she gets close enough, he lifts himself out and puts on a pout, batting his lashes. He is the smartest of prey and he is oh so hurt by such cruel accusation, Meulin. See how hurt he is?

He raises his pointer finger up. Why, sister, this is just the beginning, see here his excellent prey skills. But first she must close her eyes. He points at her then covers his own eyes, before turning and starting off.

Perhaps this way she might actually look for him if he hides well enough. And on the plus side too, if he gets pounced for his efforts, he will be well used to it. The next place to hide is... behind a door he thinks.

Edited 2014-04-20 22:35 (UTC)

Everything he does catches her off guard. So playful, so much the opposite of the Initiate, she doesn't know what to think of him. Playing hurt, the smiles, he's...so strange. She wants to pull his stitches free, hear him say something, ask him what happened to make him so different from that other indigo.

Instead she closes her eyes. She's so confused, so off balance, she doesn't know what else to do besides play along. Her hands clench at her side, she wants Terezi, she wants Kankri--the small one, the one who might understand. When she opens her eyes, she looks around quietly, unsure all over again.

HE doesn't smell like much in particular but she looks for signs, a scuff in a carpet, the imprint of his heel--how does he walk in those. She finds one, then another, her lusus trailing behind her and sniffing the air.

If she pulled his stitches free she'd not get a word. She'd not get the barest noise. He keep his lips shut and she would never see the tongue he has no more of. And if she asked him what made them different, he would not tell. Couldn't. She'd have to ask another.

As for how he walks in heels? Why that one is easy.

Miracles.

When she finally finds him, as she inevitably does he puts his hands up in the 'you got me' gesture. He smiles down at her lusus. Then he looks back to her. His wonder has got the best of him. He points at her then taps his ears.

It's easy to find him, easy to walk over. He's the easiest prey, doesn't run, doesn't hide very far and his distinctive tracks--well she's aware she'll have no trouble with this. Even if she hummed to herself, didn't listen to where he went or try to catch a scent in the air, he would be easy to find because he wanted to be found. Simplest game in the world.

His hands catch her attention again though, moving in gestures she recognizes this time. Her--ears? She touches her ears, wondering if somethings wrong with them.

"Is there something--I know they put things in my ears, hve to punch the holes in them too after ever arena." It was annoying at best.

For a second, just a moment, he actually feels something... A dread. Could it be? Even a whole lifetime later, and still she was cursed by him? His scream, beholden to the Lord's call, still marked upon her sorry husk?

But then he finds she's mistaken what he means. That alone is indicative. If it had stayed, she would know, instantly, as to what he was referring to. And that's a good thing except... except...

No, she was happier as she was. He had her closer, his Meulin. But more importantly, she was closer to the Lord as she was. As he was. The both of them were better this way, part of the faithful, part of the family. It was as the Lord willed it. As by Him it had been mother fuckin willed. Not a tragedy. A triumph.

He beams at the Meulin before him and shakes his head and hand. It is of no consequence, let thy queries lay forgotten.

Edited 2014-04-23 16:26 (UTC)

If she'd known what he'd thought--that was she was better deaf, better that way--she would have run. Walked away and never looked back at the disturbing version of the Initiate that another version of her loved.

She doesn't know, can't read minds, can't even read his expression because he hides it so well. So she simply smiles hesitantly back.

"I know they look strange. Only higher bloods really wear jewelry in their ears or fins back home."

She still thinks he's referring to her earrings. That's precious.

He brings both hands up to his cheeks to express such.

Then he reaches out really slow, seeing if she might let him touch the pierced in pieces. Of course piercings were for anyone on Beforus. Meulin was only one notch lower than the pierced tattoo-ist Porrim. Not so truly amazing to see in his case but it's easy to pretend.

Her smile is awkward now, a little too thin. Is he mocking her? She doesn't know and when he reaches for her piercings, her body screams to pull away. To not let him that close, because for all he claims they were in love--or that he, at least, loved her, she doesn't know him. He's not the right version and neither is she really. They're odd and off and wrong.

"Um--did you want to. See?" She doesn't move, frozen by her indecision, by her curiosity about this stranger and the life he represented, and all her instincts telling her to not trust blindly.

He spots the shift. Even on Beforus, an indigo could not easily go without the noticing of fear. Not when one can feel it all around.

He slows his movement even more, hands pulling back some. He nods, throwing in a thumbs up. Simple and to the point. He smiles soft as he can, to portray no harm, but perhaps some sympathy, or maybe apology.

She can't help her hesitance, even as he pulls back and away. He's sweet, she thinks, but something nags at her, an inherent distrust of indigos perhaps. Her hands rise to her earrings again, quickly, before dipping down to her side. Behind her, a growl rises.

"I'm sorry--lus' shh." She turns, using that excuse to quietly reflect for a moment. A scratch under the jaw and a few whispered words manage to subdue the growl for the moment.

"I'm just a little on guard. My lusus never made it long enough for me to have close friends--well not one who touched me. Forgive me if I try to make sure they don't bite someone's head off."

Kurloz folds his hands over his heart. He gives a look of sympathy. An expression almost sad. Then he looks to the lusus, peering it over. It can't be the same as Meulin's was can it? Who could say.

He starts to lower himself down to his knees, supporting himself with a hand before settling. Then he lifts that same hand slow and turns it over, not quite extending, but an invitation. He doesn't stare into the eye direct, so as not to challenge, just like he was taught.

Look see? Making peace.

She watches dubiously. This cannot possibly go well. Surely, her lusus senses her unease, that why they were growling at all. That and protectiveness. Her fingers curl in the base of the mane, loose but ready to tighten. Ready to stop if a silly Beforan troll tries to gets himself bit.

The growl starts back up almost at once. Her lusus seems equally as dubious of this proffered hand and the growl only changes pitch now, higher perhaps. Suspiciously her lusus sniffs--then sneezes.

The growl keeps going but he is patient. He waits and waits, for that moment of 'yes' and then he can give those scritches like what he knows.

He blinks. It sneezed in his hand...

Gross.

He makes a face at first. Then slowly, he makes a noise like a snort. His shoulders shake and he keeps making breathy wordless noises. But if she listens close, from the way he does it, it will sound sure enough like laughing. Or maybe crying, but there are no tears to be seen.

A feline to the core, her lusus seems offended by that reaction and pulls back. A few licks to their paw and the growl becomes a little softer. It doesn't really go away, but at least they don't seem in immediate danger of the indigo becoming lunch.

"...Are you laughing or upset?" She squinted. Sorry, she is not well versed in the many moods and mannerisms of one Kurloz Makara. Either version.

He lifts his hand in place of his bow head, shaking them both. When he lifts his head, he smiles in a way that scrunches his eyes to closing. No need to worry, dear Meulin.

He looks back down at the lusus, breathing a deep sigh. His smile doesn't go away, but it certainly doesn't reach his eyes.

Finally, he starts rising on up to his knees. It's not a battle lost. It just ain't over yet. He takes a step back, folds one arm over his middle and one behind his back, then bows to her. A thanks for her indulgence.

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