[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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[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.