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[xanthous]

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.

Open

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.

Comments

[carnagecarnival]

"Beacause he's a highblood?" Or rather, the Highblood. It would be a good reason; keep from being culled, perhaps even to make alliance so as to be on the side of a subjugglator. The Helmsman did do that sometimes, bend suddenly to the subservient, sometimes even right after a genuine remark on one thing or other. Or perhaps the Helmsman sought to make a fool of him somehow within the arena, reveal himself more powerful or... fuck if he knew.

Part of him would rather not know.

[xanthous]

The look the Psiioniic gives him could be described as somewhere between confused and incredulous. He, honestly, had never thought of it that way - and after sweeps of servitude, after being trained for obedience, he knows he didn't do it because he felt like he had to help him because he needs to help his betters.

Slowly, he shook his head. "No, becauthe I thought you...needed it, tho you didn't hurt yourself..." He trails off, clinking at him.

[carnagecarnival]

The Helmsman's confusion only adds to his own. He didn't think it so unreasonable an idea, and he can't figure out why else the Helmsman would have done what he did.

"MOST WOULDN'T. Most would all stay at away." Most would try to cull him and then be culled for it and used as paint and warnings for all else what came near. He goes back to tearing up napkins.

"YOU'RE DIFFERENT... is motherfucking all."

[xanthous]

They're just going to be confused forever. He stares at him quizzically, taking note of the poor napkins that are being destroyed.

"Motht trollth are not in thituationth like thith," he says simply because, well, it's true. Most trolls aren't dragged somewhere so bizarre and alien and watched.

"Ith...different a bad thing?"