[OPEN]

[xanthous]

Who| The Psiioniic, the other trolls, and YOU! It might lean heavily towards trolls, but anyone is welcome to join them!
What| Watching the final week of the Games.
Where| The Training Center common area.
When| Final week!
Warnings/Notes| Trolls everywhere. And also mentions of violence, death, and etc in passing.

It's probably not unusual for people to group together and watch the violence unfolding. The Psiioniic certainly doesn't see why it would be strange, and he looks remarkably unimpressed as a recap plays some especially gory scenes. He seems to be prepared for a crowd, with plates of food nicked from the District 2 suites scattered around him. He even prepared a sign for his little shindig:


Of course, most people won't be able to read the sign, and do you even know how long it took him to find a marker even close to the proper shade of yellow? Too long, that's what. But now he's prepared for the final cullwatch, and ready to spend time with members of his species. And people who might be curious as to what the hell he's scrawled on the sign.

(You would think something like "fiinal cullwatch" is pretty self-explanatory, but you could never be sure with aliens.)

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[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate is watching too, but Jay- unsurprisingly, all things considered- catches his eye. He observes him for some time, watching Jay's reactions, until he decides to get his attention. From where the Initiate sits on the floor, against the wall and away from others, he tosses a not-popgrub at Jay. If Jay doesn't notice the first time, he will only continue to do so until Jay looks to see him gesturing to him to move closer, a smirk upon his face.

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[amourtician]

It takes about ten pieces of popcorn for Jay to notice that someone's throwing things at him. He turns to face the Initiate, raises a eyebrow at him and waits for his nose hair to ignite.

Nothing happens. Jay, a little too late, remembers that his powers are gone, sighs, gets up and goes over to the Initiate.

"What do you want?" he says, wearily. "I have ears," he twitches them for emphasis "darling, I can hear if you call me. There's no need to be crude."

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[carnagecarnival]

His own ears flick up. Though it's unlikely Jay will be able to tell with the hair he's got, it will be pretty obvious he's amused. He chuckles.

"CHOSE TO TAKE PATH OF MOST MOTHERFUCKING HILARITY, Blue one. Righteous fucking duty on me to only do so," he says.

"WAS JUST FINDING INTEREST IN IT, a Blue one's admiration of the slaughter show." He gestures to the screen. "ENJOYING IT?"

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[amourtician]

Jay eyes the screen, nervously, then turns back to the Initiate and plasters a rather fake smile on his face.

"In a way, I suppose," he says. "It's certainly ... distracting."

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[carnagecarnival]

"Distracting," he repeats dully. "AND HERE I THOUGHT A MOTHERFUCKER WAS RAPT. Thought at a motherfucker to be rapture caught I did. AND FROM WHAT, there is wonder, WOULD HE NEED SEEK DISTRACTION FROM?"

You've got him curious now, Jay. What goes on in a blue one's pan?

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[amourtician]

"Oh, darling, lots of things," Jay says, after the now-customary pause to translate Initiate-ese into something he could comprehend and reply to. "But ... ah. I'm a little stressed, is all. I'm rather a homebody and ... my ... partner and I kept a very solitary lifestyle."

He glances around, for the first time betraying genuine discomfort. He then meets the Initiate's eye, his face set, his expression clearly conveying "that was a secret, I'll tear your tongue out if you blab," even as he says nothing.

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[carnagecarnival]

He chuckles at the look Jay gives. It's just so amusing to see others try and play threatening at him. He sees no significance in his stress or his apparent desire to stay hivebound, in any case, and therefore no reason for him to share with any other. But two notes of discomfort do earn curiosity.

"Pluck stuck strings what make tune in silence, fingers bleed no fucking symphony but art still," he hums in a rhythm, then asks, "SOMETHING PLAGUE A BROTHER'S PAN?"

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[amourtician]

Jay bites his lower lip and averts his gaze. He starts worrying at the frilly cuff of his shirt with one perfectly manicured hand.

"A lot of things," he admits. "I'm just ... ah. This is all so ... so alien, darling."

He looks up at the Initiate, miserably.

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[carnagecarnival]

He can't help but snort lightly. He gestures inward then spreads his arms wide.

"Brother," he laughs. "YOU AIN'T THINK THERE'S BEEN NO NOTICE? Ain't exactly speaking motherfucking Alternian here." He drops his hands, closes his eyes to call up memory. "THE CAVERN SHORE ENSCONCED THE FUCKER HOPED, to shroud, his reapers many in the cove, OH TO BREACH WITH HORROR AN ENEMY COUNTENANCE, but for tide's motherfucking rise awash." His eyes reopen. "AIN'T MORE TO IT BEYOND WHAT IS UNKNOWN? Take it to be lesson. TAKE IT SO THAT HE AIN'T UNAWARES FOR WHEN THE SHIT GOES DOWN, and if it ain't gone down yet, Brother, it will. WHAT MORE pesters a fucker's nug?"

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[amourtician]

Jay, a little rattled and a lot impressed by the Initiate's sudden outburst, looks up at the Initiate, meeting his gaze.

"I suppose I'm just lonely, darling," he says. "I don't know anyone here and everyone here is ... very much of the flesh. And ... ah. They ... they took my magic away."

He holds up his hands, helplessly. "The eternal fire does not burn and I swear, this is worse than pneumonia."

Privately, he thinks that it's rather typical that the nearest friendly ear is a hulking, grey alien with teeth like army knives.

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[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate’s expression goes from curious to unreadable, then, before Jay can do anything about it, the Initiate pulls one of Jay’s hands close to examine it, feeling the temperature with a clawed thumb pressed to Jay’s palm, and the rest of his digits holding his hand steady. His face stays inscrutable, and he doesn’t move for a long moment before tossing Jay’s hand back.

“BLOOD BURNS WARMER THAN MOST TROLLS,” he says, looking at his own cold hands. “Would say it if this is cool to him, he must melt the world around at when fire is returned.” He grins a bit. What a sight that would be.

“A BROTHER AIN’T THE ONLY WHAT’S LOST POWER. Motherfuckers are lucky at he did. AND OF FLESH THEY MAY SEEM, but if he looks close, he will find at bone lays always in wait beneath.”

As for loneliness, well, that was what Messiahs were for.