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Who| The Psiioniic and YOU! Plus the Initiate.
What| The Psiioniic is in the Capitol. Humans are both disgusting and fascinating, and he has a horrible sweet tooth.
Where| The Capitol! Typically near shopping areas.
When| Todayyy.
Warnings/Notes| The Initiate being a violent, creepy clown.

Closed to the Initiate

The Capitol is large and bustling, and the Psiioniic isn't quite fond of it. He's gotten far too used to being alone, with just the stars and space bending around him to be used to anything like this. He stays close to the Initiate, hoping the large, imposing troll will help keep others away.

And he does, for the most part. Or at least the Psiioniic can believe he does, and it gives him a small comfort. He can focus on the objects around him, stopping at a few small shops so he can pick through things with the Initiate by his side.

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The Psiioniic has found heaven. Or, well, something close to the troll equivalent.

He's standing in a stall selling a variety of honey and other sweets, and he looks baffled. He's holding a sample spoon, the woman behind the stall looking nervous as he stares at her blankly. He keeps bring the spoon to his lips, chewing on it briefly before asking for another sample.

If someone doesn't stop him he's liable to eat all the honey in the store, and if anyone gets close they'll hear him making odd chirpy noises and see him blinking rapidly. He's just...he's very confused and conflicted over the honey, and he needs help.

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He's taken aback, blinking at Cuthbert.

"What'th that thuppothed to mean?"

If he's mocking his lisp again he's going to get a jar of honey smashed over his head.

He actually isn't this time.

"I know you're not humans, but I've heard you speaking a tongue I can understand before. It's just that the last thing you said was so odd to me you might as well be speaking clicks and whistles."

Which might be poking a bit of fun at the chirp sounds Psii was making earlier.

The honey is safe. For now.

"And? What'th your point? It'th only natural our language ith different."

Huff, don't hate his native language.

"I can't be blamed for your ignoranthe."

"Nor can you blame me when I don't understand half of what you say."

Bert puts a hand on his hip, somewhat indignant.

"I speak two languages already and I would gladly learn a third or more. But that means someone must teach me, not simply spout out words and expect me to pick up on it."

"I can damn well try."

He's not going to agree with Cuthbert, ever.

"What, are you athking for me to teach you Alternian?"

He desperately hopes it's a misinterpretation.

"And take the risk of speaking it with a lisp? I think I would be better off learning from a book. If I could read it."

It was a misinterpretation, mostly. He would be curious to learn Alternian, but not enough to pursue it seriously.

"I don't think your vocal cordth could make the noitheth, anywayth."

Oh, thank goodness. The less time he spends around Cuthbert, the better.

"If it involved that chirping sound you were making earlier than mayhap not. I'm not cricket enough to make those sounds."

Yeah, that would end badly for everyone involved if Cuthbert was actually serious about learning.

"Cricket?" Stop confusing him with your human animals. "But, yeth, that'th largely what Alternian thoundth like."

It would be hilarious, though.

It takes him a second to think of a way to describe a cricket that the Helmsman might understand.

"Crickets are little night-chirping jump-bugs. They sound like you do when they're seeking a mate."

He assumes that wasn't what Psiioniic was doing when he walked up earlier. Although you never knew for sure with trolls.