Give thy thoughts no tongue

[carnagecarnival]

Who| Initiate and OPEN
What| Initiate got told to go to speech therapy lest he find himself avoxed again. His escort signed him up. He's not enjoying this.
Where| Around any lobby, lounge, cafe, library, or park -- you decide! 
When| Wibbly wobbly time -- various points before and after dying gruesomely in the children's arena
WARNINGS| Language. 

The books are piled high around him. There's enough he could build himself a small tower, or he could rearrange them into a wall what he could sit inside. Truthfully, he ain't above none of those things, but he's on business right this minute.

Some very frustrating, slightly painful business.

Normally, when he takes to reading-- which is often-- he keeps quiet, letting the words roll all into his skull of their own willing. Reading out-loud just drew attention on things he didn't need attention for. In this case, however, he ain't got a choice. Alex hadn't outfight said, get this done or you'll be made a mute again, but there was still the threat there, and if he had to talk with the motherfucker again, it might not go so well. But the other reason was that he hadn't actually signed up willing. It had been done for him, and it was awful, and he'd be happy to never ever motherfucking do for one of them sessions again, with the Capitolite "speech therapist" making like he was some kind of stupid and couldn't talk just as well as any.

Like he did the fluctuations deliberate. He didn't. Doesn't. But they happen, all scarred on him by the power of his voodoo, and he can't just make it stop. Voodoo scarring don't fade. This is a futile task.

Still, he's here, reading Shakespeare aloud and miserable. 

"WHAT-- gh-- what do you read my lord? WOR-- rrr-- FUCK!" His voice has never sounded quite so hoarse. His face is twisted up like he's in physical pain. He breathes deep through his fangs. "Words, words, words. WHAT IS THE M- OTHERFUCKING...! Whatisthematter,mylord, betweenwho!"

He drops the book and let his face fall in his hands. So what if everyone can hear him whine? They can hear him doing this shit, which is even worse. This is never going to work.

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Re: post arena, lounge!

[carnagecarnival]

He really ought to be more embarrassed than he is. This all appears something incredibly stupid to them what ain't in knowing.

"HOMURA," He greats in hoarse tones. "Making change upon mine own manners of speaking. MOTHERFUCKING MAKING ATTEMPT FOR ANYWAY."

Re: post arena, lounge!

[iflipmyhair]

Homura stared for a moment, before turning on her heel and walking off. A few minutes later, she reappeared with a glass of water.

"Here," she offered as she sat down. "Why are you change your talking patterns?"

Re: post arena, lounge!

[carnagecarnival]

She disappears suddenly, and it brings surprise to him. She just... she just up and left? His eyes try to follow her as she leaves, trying to understand the way and why of it only to eventually shrug it off.

But then she's back. With water. Fucking yes.

He takes the gift with gratitude written all upon his face as he breathes a quiet, "Thank you." He takes the time to drink it and settle, before looking back to her to answer. "BEEN ASKED TO. Motherfuckers hereways ain't approve. I MAY CHANGE OR I MAY BE MADE NOT SPEAK UP AT ALL. Been sent to have alterings done practiced but I ain't want to go. BEEN TRYING TO MAKE FOR IT MYSELF, THAT I MAY FORESTALL ALL SUCH HAPPENINGS."

[iflipmyhair]

"I see." Homura clasped her hands together, brow furrowed slightly. "Its likely that they wish to understand what you're saying better."

Which, of course, would make it easier for the Capitol to discern potential subversive thoughts and sayings the Initiate might have been doing.

"What are they making you read, then?"

[carnagecarnival]

He supposes that's one way to look at it. Over just finding petty annoyance and demanding he change for them instead of them just taking the motherfucking time what to listen to him.

The question changes his expression. "Making me read? NO, SISTER." He grins. "Chosen this my own motherfucking self. IT IS SHAKESPEARE. Works of dear motherfucking favoring to he."

He gestures to the books all around him, all of his choosing. Then he shows her his copy of Hamlet.

[iflipmyhair]

There was that, also.

There was a measure of relief in Homura's expression as she looked around, and then at his copy of Hamlet.

"Did Shakespeare exist for you on your planet, in your world, also?"

[carnagecarnival]

He looks around him, just to be sure no one's near who might make for no kind of existentially crisis done by the truth. Then back to her he looks, smiles, and nods.

"CONSISTENCIES OF THE UNIVERSES ABOUND. Things what make to motherfucking carry. ECHOES DONE THE FUCK UP AND ALL OVER," He explains. "Had all the works what I could get claw upon. THEM AND THE SCRIPTURES BOTH. Shit was my motherfucking jam."

He picks up one of the copies, doing a quick casual flip through. Just to check and be sure.

"SOME THINGS IS DIFFERENT. But some stays samelike."

[iflipmyhair]

"Interesting..." Homura closed her eyes. "Would you like help with it, then? If not..."

A pause.

"There's someone who might be able to help you."

[carnagecarnival]

She doesn't react like as it's any kind of big deal. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised.

But he is, at the last thing.

"YOU KNOW ON ONE WHAT COULD FIX HIS VOICE?" He asks, raising a brow.

[iflipmyhair]

"Of course." Homura idly rubbed her marked fingernail. "Her name is Korra. Plus, she's rather new; she could use something to get her mind off of...things she doesn't need to think of, don't you think?"

Hopefully, Initiate would get the idea she was getting at.

[carnagecarnival]

"Korra," He repeats the name in recognition. He met Korra, early on her coming here. He looks a little surprised but it's only part show.

He thinks he understands, and so, he nods.

"AIGHT. I can be as to talk to her."

[iflipmyhair]

"I'm glad." A ghost of a smile played on Homura's face. "If I can't help, or it anything else ever should happen to me...I think she will suffice well."

[carnagecarnival]

He's all thinking, damn, a sister was almost near smiling. Until she's saying if anything should ever happen to me and then good feelings slam to stopping, feet dragging along the ground.

"THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY--" No. He frowns, looking all at once firm. "Nothing's going to motherfucking happen at to you."

[iflipmyhair]

"Of course not. I don't intend for anything to happen to me." Yet. "But we are in Panem."

[carnagecarnival]

He shakes his head and turns that firm look all sharp on her.

"NOTHING," He repeats, "IS GOING AT TO HAPPEN TO YOU. I don't give a fuck where we is. I AM NOT LETTING SUCH THINGS BE."

Panem ain't the worst place what could be. Even if it was, he's not just going to let his people think as they will walk into open maw. Terezi, Albert, Homura-- he's not going to let it happen. Not if he can help it.

[iflipmyhair]

For once, even Homura's expression withered slightly at the sharpness stabbing at it. With that kind of conviction, how could she possibly tell him the truth? How could she let him down?

"Of...course." Reddening a bit, she could only nod. "I understand. You won't let that happen."

[carnagecarnival]

He doesn't know. He doesn't know why Homura would think herself doomed, he doesn't know why all she would get acceptance on simple to be at to having that. But he knows it unsettles him.

"No, you don't," He says. "JUST PLAYING ON WITH ME SO AS LIKE A LET THE WICKED SHIT ALL TO BE." He still looks firm, but it's wearing. He's not scolding her, just stating the truth. "I ain't believe in grand sacrifice for any purpose. THE FUCK WOULD LET YOU TO ENJOY IT IF AS YOU CAN'T HAVE FOR YOUR OWNSELF?"

He shrugs his shoulders. He is but one troll with an opinion.