When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers

[carnagecarnival]

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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[carnagecarnival]

For a long moment, pride makes him want to let it go. Let the mother fucker leave and maybe trip on the way in too. But he's hardly done anything to win the other boy over. He hadn't tried for what worth could be managed. To uncover or to proclaim 'fuck it'.

He swallows his pride and straightens back up. He offers up a few quick vague pantomimes; do-a small movement of clenched fists; you-pointing at justin; know-a touch to his temples with his fingers, a waving of them before his own face and eyes; my-a touch to the sternum; mirror/alter- a covering of one side of his face with his hand, then turning that hand over to hover in the air beside him.

He could try with his alter himself, but sometimes it was a good idea to collect information from an outside source. He decides if he truly must get a pen, then he will.

[deafscythe]

Justin is trying to understand, despite also trying to hold an expression that says he has no interest at all in the troll's motions. He could do that. He could learn to communicate with just the flick of fingers and a shift in expression. It might even be easier than reading lips.

"Ah, the Initiate? I have met him."

[carnagecarnival]

A win! He looks hopeful, tries to look encouraging. He's truly surprised that that worked as well as it did. He spins his hand in almost-universal gesture of go on. He will try to get from this as much as he can.

Indeed it would be possible for Justin to learn pantomiming, and then perhaps signing. Meulin had after all, as had he.

[deafscythe]

The troll looks hopeful, but Justin has nothing good to say.

"We do not get along well. Our religious beliefs differ dramatically."

[carnagecarnival]

There's a twitch in his face, a simple kneejerk at the mention of anything opposing his faith. True, his alternate's view on faith might be just slightly different, for any number of reasons, including a lack of knowing what he knows. But it was still his faith, and the conflict with it? Well that was blasphemy.

Kurloz gives a slow solemn nod, to say he understands. It's next to nothing, but he did try and fish what information he could.

[deafscythe]

"Ah, do you have a problem with my religion as well?"

[carnagecarnival]

He holds up a hand and shakes his head. A lie, but he's good at that. There's no purpose in fighting this boy. He's not that invested. Heretics would get their due in their time.

[deafscythe]

"I see. Why would he be opposed to it?"

[carnagecarnival]

He holds his palms up in a shrug, eyes wide. Who could say, who could know. He points at Justin (you), makes a "talking" gesture with a hand (tell), and then points at himself (me).

[deafscythe]

"Do you share a religion?" Justin is always curious about other religions, if only to tear them down.

[carnagecarnival]

He tilts his head. Thinks about it, truly. Then does a 'so-so' gesture, putting his hand flat in the air and wobbling it. Same faith, yes. But he couldn't help but think things were a little different here and there, from Beforus to Alternia. And then of course was his own self.

[deafscythe]

"I see." No, he doesn't, but this entire conversation is going nowhere.