thecapitol | And all the people hurried fast, real fast [OPEN]

Who; Rose and Open!
What; Rose exploring, attempting to make new friends??
When; The Days after Rose leaves the arena
Where; Mostly around the tributes tower, possibly around the capitol if you prefer I am coo with whatev
Warnings/Notes; Trolls are Rose's trigger, so. Be aware it's gunna be neg CR for any Trolls? And unsure face at any other aliens.

Rose has only been out of the arena for a few days, and it's a few days she's spent mostly by herself, reflecting as well as trying to find out what she can about this new place. The news of District 3's annihilation is still new enough that she hears it, stores it away. There's obvious unrest in this place and she can practically hear the whispers of rebellion. Good, she might need something to do.

Because reflecting is more just her beating herself up. She had lost controlled completely, let herself be devoured by a power she's tried so hard to tame. Se doesn't blame Bro for what he did, after all, when there's a rabid animal, you put it down. He did what he needed to do, and she can't hold it against him.

So Rose tries to occupy her time with wandering, exploring where ever she can get into. It's not too hard, she's a tribute, though she's quickly found the way the Capitol people so easily recognise her, the hushed whispered and obvious staring to be an annoyance, making her feel even more unsettled. So she spends little time outside of the tribute tower, prefering to go out in shades and a headscarf when she does leave.

But the tower has more than enough to study, from rooms to people, Rose studying anyone she runs into to try and judge if they'll be worth her time should she speak to them

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Her brows furrow. It doesn't make sense, why would the Empress...unless she survived it all? But they were all fairly adamant, Alternia was dead. Over. Gone. She'd realized that she can't change that.

"Alternia's dead, all of it, isn't it? The whole race died long after my time. Something with meteors--but god, the Empress, that..." Is exactly something she would do. She shakes her head hard.

"She must have survived.I didn't realize...Everyone was so sure everyone was dead. I mean, it's exactly like her. I never met her but god no one needs to. She's genocide personified. Destroying a world, taking it for her own, she wouldn't even blink."

This troll must think her to be some sort of fool, to think she'll believe anything that comes out of her mouth. Rose knows better, Rose knows what their leader is like, how happily she wrecks a world for her own purposes. Rose has dedicated her life to stopping her, foregoing nearly everything that normal people get to have and.

And yet.

Yet there's something that keeps niggling at her, old feelings, old memories, of green text that is overly formal, of a girl who worried about her, who tried to talk her out of making a foolish choice. They're old thoughts, old memories, that she had crushed when the Batterwitch became known to her because they were thoughts she couldn't even tolerate if she wants to defeat the bitch.

And yet they're rising with this troll who speaks so calmly, who seems honestly upset for her. It's a strange series of feelings and Rose begins to feel doubt creep in, a foreign feeling that she doesn't know what to do with.

"Obviously she did," she says curtly, and she looks past the troll, expression unreadable. A troll is here, and seemingly speaking out against her Empress. Who would have ever thought.

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"I'm sorry, no one told me. I don't think anyone knew or that would have been the first thing out of their mouths," And she's thinking aloud now, hands reaching up to play with the various little braids in her hair, "I think Karkat is furthest ahead, the most...they take us from different times, for amusement. I'm ahead of my matesprit, his moirail eons ahead, and the young ones so far I would never have met them if I had live my whole possible life. We're just not far enough along. None of us heard of her new sets of horrors."

Another reason to hate her, another reason to add to the list of reasons that the belief that there is good in every troll can be excused for the one who endorses it with wholehearted glee.

She's silent as the troll talks and while her expression is unreadable it's only because Rose has had many years of practice in hiding her emotions. Lying through her teeth when questioned on the Batterwitch is doing, forever treading the fine line before playing along and planting the seeds of questions in others minds. The name should mean nothing to her but some part of her recognises the name Karkat, grey text and all caps and Rose pushes the thought aside.

"So," she says, and it's still ice cold. "Why should I care." It's clear to her that even if these ones had no involvement in the Batterwitch's actions she doesn't need to trust them. Her run in with the one in the arena showed her enough.

She frowns, the hatred is completely understandable but it makes her bristle. Makes her pull her shoulders back and want to pull out the lines she spoke over and over, about the greatness everyone is capable of, the kindess, compassion.

What use would that be to a woman who is seeing her world fall under the rule of a tyrannical empress.

"You don't have to. I can only apologize for what she did. Our race, it's a cruel violent one from birth, our world demands it and most think little of it. The empress thrives in it, it's her world and her doing. I know we could be better trolls, better people, if we are given the chance. If we stop to think about the horrible things the world wants us to do."

Even to her own ears, it sounds empty, hollow, the world is already gone.

"She would never apologize, she doesn't care, but I do. I'm sorry."

Sorry. The idea that this troll thinks she can say that is almost laughable. Sorry, as if the word makes up for anything that's been done to her people, her world, her life. It's laughable and yet it still irritates Rose, to think that one could be so presumptious to apologise for that bitch and think it would help.

Rose knows the Batterwitch would never feel such emotions, and this troll isn't helping her. But. She is giving her things to think on, things Rose will want to check out over time. Because as much as Rose's hackles are raised she's knows the benefit of seeing things.

So she'll think over it, but not here. Not in front of one of them, not when the troll might think it's actually had some influence over her.

"I suggest you stay out of my way, in future," she says coldly and Rose brushes past her out of the room.

And all the people hurried fast, real fast [OPEN]

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