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WHO| Cuthbert Allgood and Signless, Initiate and Psiioniic
WHAT| Seeking ~~bad~~ advice
WHEN| After this conversation.
WHERE| Common areas
WARNINGS/NOTES| Language warnings for Initiate as usual

So some unfortunate and unplanned for things happened. Troll things. Things Cuthbert has no frame of reference for. So now he's looking for advice; good, bad or otherwise. And unfortunately with the choices at hand that was exactly what he would probably get.

When he catches sight of each of the other trolls he knows he immediately moves to corner them.

"A moment, if I could."

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"I will admit I'm not entirely sure what will happen here. But I've little choice but to trust your judgement and his in the matter. I will abide by what you chose to do, so long as neither of us gets killed for it."

Which is still on the table, apparently. But really, it has been a possibility since they first met, it's just been waiting on the next arena to decide it. Trusting the Initiate seems like a poor idea at best, but as far as Bert can tell this is how Troll things are done, so he's going to do his best to go along with it.

The last phrase is amusing to Bert, but he knows better than to laugh just then, so he just tags along instead, at least until he's told not to.

"IT MEANS you owe and NEED an Initiate. JUST AS THE VANTAS WILL SHOULD HE CONCEDE AND FIND EQUAL INTEREST IN ASH AS YOU. On I, you are MOTHERFUCKING DEPENDENT," he explains with exasperation and a noticeable bit of distaste. "AND IT MEANS SO LONG AS THIS STANDS, YOU WILL ABIDE, or be killed you Mirth damned may be. OUGHT AT TO MIND, this is still a game of death." Meaning he makes no promises for a relationship he has no idea will even come to fruition, nevermind survive the arena. He really would rather kill the two himself, but if they refuse to listen and take on a black quadrant unwanted, then it would be just as likely they'd kill each other instead. He's here to auspisticize not play motherfucking lusus.

He leads Cuthbert to his district floor and, making no indication of whether or not Cuthbert should stay or follow, heads towards his block. He doesn't bother with the door latch, just giving it a kick. The door, surprisingly, concedes to this and swings open to a dark room, apparently having taken enough of this sort of abuse that it accommodates.

If Cuthbert squints, he may note that the place is a mess; there are claw marks and streaks of colored paint on much of the furniture, some of which has been toppled and shoved about. It's entirely possibly it had been even worse at one point, and the unfortunate Avox who'd been dispatched to his room was trying to reach some term of compromise by leaving the large pile of linen and pillows stripped from the now bare bed, and various other less cozy items, undisturbed, if the Initiate would only, for the love of god, leave the furniture unbroken please. Some of the walls too, appear half scrubbed clean and half painted in wild messes of color and imagery.

Fraysong, as fond as he may be of the written word, is in no way kind to the books. He lets them fall atop his pile without grace or dignity, some sliding off and away in futile attempt to escape. He stalks back to Cuthbert (wherever he may have chosen to wait) and growls, "TELL at him you have inkling in your pan to where the wriggler is. HAVE NO FEAR SIGNATURE TO PULL THE FUCK OFF OF HERE." Whichever directions Cuthbert shares is the direction he's going.

Edited 2013-06-09 02:01 (UTC)

Karkat happens to be in the training sublevel of the tribute tower, shadow-fighting an invisible opponent with a pair of sharp sickles. He sees Cuthbert and the Initiate and almost drops the sickles, but manages to keep it together long enough to execute a Counterwise Hurricane for his observers. (The move's shit in actual combat and he's sure as fuck not going to use it in the arena, but to show off? Fuck yes.)

If he's hyperventilating when he stops his deadly dance it has everything to do with his workout and nothing to do with the Initiate staring down at him. "What the fuck do you want?" he says gruffly--or at least, what he hopes is gruffly. There's a little too much squeak.

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"I-- We had hoped to proposition you."

Okay, that isn't really what he means, but at the same time he has absolutely no idea how one goes about asking someone else to be in a freaky three way sex-less relationship. He can only hope the Initiate has a better way with words.

This could take a while.

He rolls his eyes, both at Karkat and Cuthbert. He smiles unkindly. If he had a better way with words- which he would motherfucking think- it matters little as he cuts straight to the chase.

"Cuthbert wishes to take you ashen, and has asked my ownself to play middle leaf. I'VE NO INTEREST IN STEPPING IN FOR FUCKERS WHAT AIN'T WILLING TO LISTEN OR ADHERE, and this brother especially will not be playing such a game for a ninja what don't truly want for it. I DO NOT CARE NEARLY SO MUCH FOR YOUR SORRY CARCASSES. But a motherfucker could speak at of invested motherfucking interest, unfortunately," he says, forgoing all romantics. "SO THEN, LITTLE VANTAS, what say he?"

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Cuthbert wants to go ashen with him.

Cuthbert paid attention enough to (presumably) know what it meant to go ashen for someone.

CUTHBERT WANTED TO GO ASHEN WITH THE FUCKING INITIATE PLAYING AUSPISCTICE?

"What the fuck?"

"I thought it might be a solution to what's come up between us. A solution more toward your taste than mine... should you accept."

He really wants Karkat to accept, or the highblooded troll might rip him in half. He can't really convey that well without saying anything, although he's trying as best he can to relay the message.

"DOESN'T SOUND TO BE A 'YES', CUTHBERT. Sounds to be something like he'd prefer other fucking things," He taunts, brows raised. "BEEN ASKED TWICE LITTLE VANTAS. Pray it not take a motherfucking third." Because Cuthbert wasn't entirely wrong. If he couldn't keep the two from killing one another, he'd just have to kill both before they'd have a chance to do one another in.

Karkat looks at Cuthbert, then the Initiate, then Cuthbert again, then the Initiate, then Cuthbert once more.

The Initiate looks ready to cull them both, rules or no rules. And... and even if drones weren't a thing anymore, it was probably a stupid idea to be in a concupiscent quadrant with an alien.

It was probably an even stupider idea to be in a quadrant with the fucking Initiate, but whatever. Maybe this way he could go back to being normal friends with Cuthbert.

"Okay. Fine. Whatever. I agree."

"Thankee, I can only hope this will mend what happened between us."

Cuthbert bows and then turns to the Initiate.

"And thankee sai to thee as well for your help in this."

Help that was both unexpected and yet still appreciated. He finally breathes a little easier, hoping he and Karkat will be able to be friends again.

He makes a vague noise of acknowledgement. "KEEP IT IN MIND THEN. Keep it fresh in your thick motherfucking pans. YOU ASKED THIS OF ME AND UP AND MADE AGREEMENT. You will do EXACTLY as I fucking say ON ANYTHING IN RELATION TO MATTERS SUCH AS MOTHERFUCKING THIS. If you fail to do so, IF YOU FUCK UP, I will find out," he promises. "THE TASK, my brothers, is to keep at YOU TWO from killing one another in fit of witless caliginous FUCKERY. So long as you obey. SO LONG AT A PAIR PLAY NO GAME, what ain't what they've been told." He moves to clasp a hand on each of their shoulders. "CONGRATUMOTHERFUCKINGLATIONS MY SHITPANNED QUADRANTMATES, you've given him reason not to kill you." He gives them a shake and lets go.

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