[OPEN] Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore

[carnagecarnival]

Who| The Initiate & OPEN 

What| The Initiate gets inspired and paints something new

Where| The Training Center once more

When| Any time this week

Warnings| Really foul language and the Initiate being a terrible person forever

He's been there since early evening, and seemingly hasn't left even now that it's mid-day. He'd been there long before anyone else had arrived at least, and more than ever before, with almost feverish intensity, he's been focused on painting the wall, using the paints he's nabbed from the camouflage area.

The painting goes high as he can reach and stretches wide across the wall. At the end he now works, four dark poles rise up and curve over the color, with ribbons of all sorts of hues wrapping and falling around each like a maypole, weaving itself into tents that bleed into near inscrutable designs of death and demons below.  At each pole end, red and blue lights twist together in union, and on the forth a loose band of wider yellow spreads and breaks off into light yellow bubbles, and as they reach on, into skulls of varying color; greens and blues and purples, reds and browns. Circus imagery is woven in with a priest's reverence. A shoreline of water makes appearance atop the yellow band, a simple handprint smear of white in the sea with a mark of Purple-Indigo atop that, dripping down onto the yellow and making like to rot. In the darkness, the bit of sea, a star of swallowing pink twists. Then, above even that, a looming pair of bright eyed figures with knives for teeth observe the scene below. Beasts and trolls, colors and shapes make up the picture. The entire image is a mess of rainbow that still manages to make itself look unnerving. There isn't a logic or sense to it, it's entirely a painting made from madness.

As he prefers it.

Coming into the Center, it would be hard not to notice it. Perhaps, depending on who you were, it would be just as hard to ignore. Certainly there was much to look at. Even the Initiate himself seemed to be covered in color up to his arms and then some. But rainbows couldn't be that scary. Could they?

Comments

[earthborn]

Shepard tends to regard almost any expression of art as beyond her ken. Very rarely does she listen to music, she's never seen more than a few vids, and her deepest interaction with serial storytelling is a passing knowledge of the most recent plot synopsis adverts for Blasto: The First Hanar Spectre. The Initiate's painting is colorful, but that's about as far as she's willing to go in her analysis; she'll never be the maestro of any artform not directly related to killing people.

"Alright, I'll bite. What the hell am I looking at here?"

[carnagecarnival]

And the funny thing about that is that, it is, in fact, directly related to killing people. At least, it was when he was allowed to cull trolls for their blood.

"Would up and depend at where she directs ocular, wouldn't it?" he says, still idly smearing color. "CAN'T SEE AT THROUGH A SISTER'S MOTHERFUCKING JELLY PITS LEST SHE OFFERS UP EMPTY NUG CASING WHAT TO LOOK THE FUCK THROUGH. Perhaps what first ought to be told is what she thinks to see."

[earthborn]

Now that was just plain rude. Probably. He spoke like he painted, in a smoky mixture of profanity and pronoun abuse, and versed though she tended to be in the eccentricities of alien dialect, Shepard had to squint a minute to decipher what the hell he'd just said. Ah.

"Honestly? A goddamn mess," Because she's never been one to back down, our Shepard, "I mean, how bored are you?"

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate goes still.

"SISTER," he growls, without looking back. "Let him tell at you. LET HIM FUCKING DEPART SUCH HONEST WORDS UNTO SHE BECAUSE SHE ASKED SO MOTHERFUCKING NICELY. He is. VERY. Mother. FUCKING. Bored. CONTINUE TO REMIND HIM AND PERHAPS HE WILL FIND AT MEANS OF ALLEVIATING IT." And with reminder of such sin of boredom, his mood is fouled. He doesn't particularly feel like painting anymore.

"Who would you all be at anyway?" he snaps, turning so as to see her. "ONLY THE TONGUE-CUT WHAT CLEAN SO AIN'T NO REASON FOR HER TO FUCKING CARE NOW IS THERE?"

[earthborn]

"Is that a threat?" She doesn't need to look to see the set-piece Peacekeepers go a little more stiff-backed. It amuses her to make them sweat, poor bastards; they have no idea what she's capable of.

But just for you, Initiate, she'll cock a hip and affect her own nonchalance; your annoyance means nothing to me.

"Maybe I'm bored too. Maybe your wall-vomit is offensive to me. Personally I don't think I actually need a reason; you put your shit in the lobby, I'd say that makes you fair game for anyone passing through."

[carnagecarnival]

"Perhaps it is a promise," he sneers. He has no more care for the Peacekeepers than she does. Let them squirm. Let them worry he might tear her throat out, because he damn well could.

He narrows his eyes at the posturing and snorts.

"SHE ALL GETTING TO BE SO FUCKING DELICATE AT THE WICKED PICTURES LAY SEARING MARK ON HER?" The Initiate snarls. "Good. FAR AS ANY HERE WHAT MAY BE CONCERNED, IT IS THE LEAST THAT OUGHT TO BE DONE TO THE SINNER HIDES WHAT FLOCK AND FLAUNT IMPIETY. And yet ain't one what's motherfucking lamentable sensibilities were stressed but hers. WHO STILL AIN'T EVEN TOLD AT WHO SHE IS AND WHY I SHOULD I GIVE A FUCK THAT SHE DON'T LIKE IT."