[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?

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[pythianjudgment]

His guess at her blood color pulls a meager grin to her lips. It draws her attention away from the paint, and she turns her head towards him for the first time. "Teal and proud of it. A Legislacerator-in-training."

It's sort of funny to think back to her old aspirations. Before the whole universe imploded on itself via video game. And it's funny that just when she'd given up on anything remotely resembling what her life should have been... She runs into this young Subjugglator.

District five... She stores that knowledge away for later. There's no telling if she'll need it or not, but it's nice to know what They have them classified as. She also notes the title given rather than a name. He doesn't seem much older than her, but it must be old enough to have joined the Fleet properly.

"I like this," she says, returning to her musing regarding the paints. She reaches up finally, tentatively touching the edge of the water. Her fingertips come back dry, thankfully. "There's passion in here, strong enough to feel it. I can't say I care much for the Church one way or another, but... This is beautiful."

She's quiet for a moment, another list of curiosities going through her head before she finally asks one: "Do you have a partner assigned back home?"

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"PERHAPS she has not seen for the RIGHT church," He says, thinking of the one he knows, then of the true verses and that of the Travelling Church. "BUT a trainee for the Legislacerators taking motherfucking ill, FINDING AT LACK OF GRASP OF THE ELUSIVE MOTHERFUCKING MYSTERIES, breeds no disillusion. NO MOTHERFUCKING DISILLUSION WHAT TO BEGET WITH HIM, PYROPE, HE WHOLLY ASSURES. To deny beauty in the church though he would call a motherfucker out on their fool spit and let tongue be cut for it."

He looks at her directly upon that last note, confused and unsure if he's missed some note of implication. "A PARTNER? What fucking for?"

[pythianjudgment]

"I imagine I have not seen the right church, either, but that's not quite what I meant." She wonders if that little pun will pass by unnoticed or not. Probably. He doesn't seem to have taken too carefully of a look at her just yet, and she's okay with that.

His confusion at her latest question is another matter entirely. She turns towards him at well, her brow furrowed with her own confusion. "A partner, a Legislacerator that you've been paired with? A Subjugglator and a Legislacerator will work together--Church and Law, complementing their skill sets to apprehend those that commit crimes against the Empire. Not always the smoothest partnership, but it's been done for centuries."

[carnagecarnival]

Let it pass, he does. It brings questions but not any particularly significant ones, yet.

"HAVEN'T A FUCKING CLUE AT TO WHERE SHE HEARS OF THIS DONE. Church and law always were to being apart." Mostly because the legislacerators were stone-old atheists ninety percent of the time. "PAIRED WITH NO ONE I UP AND AM, WOULD SEEM AT HER FACTS TO ALL BE SKEWED CROSSWAYS," He says. But he ponders it, thinks of all he's learned from the Helmsman. And time changes things, true. "Who motherfucking instated such legislation, Pyrope? HER CONDESCENSION? Or another?"

[pythianjudgment]

That is telling in and of itself. If he hasn't heard of the partnership between their two groups, then he must have been pulled from before it. Which means he's at least several centuries before her time. Which probably means that it wouldn't really hurt to tell him anything. The probability of decimating the timelines is most likely minimal.

"Another, actually! The Grand Highblood. Otherwise known as the most ancient of ancient assholes, whose over-ripened bottom graces the stone surface of your Messiah's throne. And probably will for the rest of known time, because I am pretty sure he has completely forgotten how to keel over by now."

[carnagecarnival]

He makes an odd face at her, almost looking like he's ready to cull. Then his lips twitch up, followed by the escape of strange half-muffled noises which devolve into snickering. He can hold it in no longer; the snickers become full howls of laughter, a terrible assault on the ears of cackling and honks. He can't speak for several long minutes with of full-bodied laughter, ignoring whatever reactions she may have to it for just as long.

When finally he finds breath enough to speak, he says, "WICKED LEGISISTER SWEET. Trainee, motherfucking, Pyrope. LET HIM DIVULGE TO SHE THE RAUCOUS NOISE OF WHAT IS TO COME, and has been. THE THRONE OF WHICH YOU UP AND SPEAK? It seats my glutes."

[pythianjudgment]

When all's said and done, Terezi is remarkably patient with the sudden bout of howling laughter. She wonders at length if anyone will wake up and hear the racket that he's making. Probably, but she doubts that anyone will have the gall to come investigate. It's rather alarming, but at least he's laughing, and she's pretty sure that she'll find out what's so funny as soon as he's done.

Though when he does finish and elaborates on the humor, she has to laugh, too. For completely different reasons. Hers is shorter and less hysterical, but it is quite clear that what she just heard is one of the funniest things she's heard in a while.

"Wow. Please. You are either one of the best or one of the worst comedians I've ever heard! And I am pretty sure that making outrageous claims like that is a cullable offense, no matter what planet we're on. But I am feeling gracious and that was pretty damn funny, so I will keep this little blasphemy between the two of us."

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He rises to stand, smiling still, but it is tighter. He advances on her, slow and measured. "WHO WOULD YOU HAVE HIM CULL SO AS TO SHOW MOTHRFUCKING TRUE? Should he slay every motherfucker what's here? MAKE CORPSE PILE HIGH AND BUILD MOTHERFUCKING CRAFT OF FUCKING DOCUMENT OF THE BONES? Should he tell of what things he's had audience of with vision and what the voices of fear motherfucking speak at day? TELL WHAT AMOUNT OF INSIDES RIPPED FREE WOULD PROVE MOTHERFUCKING SUFFICIENT, PYROPE, what amount of screams must be made of the faithless and unworthy must be heard for her to motherfucking listen unto he. LEGALBITCH. Sister. SHARE WITH ME, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I AIN'T?"

He is close enough to snap his teeth at her. He is close enough to make her hurt. He stares at those red glasses, peering close, a growl ready to make itself known. Then he goes back to the wall and smears a bit of color onto it before it dries on his hands.

"The Helmsman knows of he, Pyrope. RECOGNIZED HATCH SYMBOL. Recognized me. NOR IS HE, the only one what has. I HAVE NOT YET CULLED THE PREVIOUS HIGHBLOOD OF MY TIME," he admits. "But his head is to be mine neverthemotherfuckingless as it has been foretold to me.

"CANNOT TELL AT TALE WHAT AIN'T BEEN LIVED. Save one, of a motherfucking Gamblignant and her deplorable bore of a kismesis, BOTH TO SEE TRIAL. But only one by a Highblood. CAME TO SEEK REVENGE ON SHE, HE DID, A WORTHLESS BIT OF TROLL HE WAS. A seadweller what thought higher of himself than even a Highblood. HIS TRIAL WAS IN FINDING IN HIM SLIMMEST SHRED FUCKING HUMOR IN HIS CONTEMPTIBLE CORPSE, and wouldn't you fucking know it, the feckless fishfuck CAME UP DRY. So a Highblood helped at him to find worth. MOTHERFUCKING SHOWED I DID AT THE SEADWELLER WHAT WAY TO PROVE HIMSELF PART OF THE MESSIAH'S GRAND PLAN. I turned him to wall-work of violet hue. AS FOR THE GAMBLIGNANT, I DID NOT CARE. And still don't. SENT ON SOMEONE WHO APPARENTLY FUCKING DID AND SO ENDS THE TALE. If she finds no recognition still, then it is SHE who fails."

[pythianjudgment]

When the Initiate advances on her, Terezi takes a small step back--against her better judgment. She knows that you're not supposed to show fear to an Indigo, but knowing it and willing it are two different things. She's suddenly very aware that he could overpower her, and she doesn't even have a stick to defend herself with.

When he moves back to the wall, the tension releases. She exhales slowly and quietly through her nose, only just realizing that she'd been holding her breath in the first place.

She lets him rant and ramble about whatever his heart fancies. The story, she obviously recognizes. It was about the Orphaner and the Marquise, Eridan and Vriska's ancestors. It was more emphasis put on the Orphaner's part than she usually heard, but then again she was never much interested in Eridan's lineage in the first place.

"Anyone can tell a story. In fact, I am pretty certain that I know more of that story than you do! Considering how well acquainted I am with the descendents of the other three trolls involved. That doesn't prove anything about me, and it doesn't really prove anything about you."

She might be pushing the boundaries a little bit, but she's not about to be coerced into catering to this Indigo's ego like some kind of sycophant. If given the choice between being candid or being a bootlicker, she would always choose the former.

"There is very little you could actually say to convince me, since I--and the rest of my generation--know very little about him at all. It's rather difficult to catch a glimpse, when adults aren't even allowed on Alternia at all anymore." Which, if he's from as far back as she thinks he is, should be news to him.

"To be perfectly honest, all that I have in front of me is a troll! One who professes himself that he has not done these things yet, but has been told by others that he does. Second hand confirmation does not make for very compelling evidence. That being said, I rescind my original laughter, and I will keep an open mind about who you may or may not grow up to be back home. The probability is ridiculous, but the possibility exists, and I certainly can't claim to know the past any better than you can claim to know the future."

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He doesn't look at her, continuing to paint as she speaks. When she finishes, he throws his hands high. "MOTHERFUCKING FINE. Don't care at if she wishes to stay ignorant. SHE DON'T WANT AT TO GRASP IT THEN MOTHERFUCKING DON'T. She wishes at to stay blind then BLIND SHE SHALL UP AND BE. Didn't ask at her to call him Highblood in any motherfucking case."

And it's not an unfair conclusion even as it's irritating. He would feel the same way at anyone else.

"AS FOR A PARTNER, as he would hope THAT at least she up and concludes, HE HAS NONE. Before my motherfucking time it would up and seem," he huffs. He glances back with narrowed eyes, just once. "WONDER AS TO WHY SHE WOULD ASK. Wonder at if she thought it funny to pay compliment of the motherfucking visual when in ACTUAL FUCKING FACT, a sister's lookstubs are burnt up to fuck. BLIND AS BLIND COULD UP AND BE. Sun scorched. BEHELD at corpses looking like a PYROPE. And yet she ain't been culled." There's a question of "why" there, even a bit of a how on the assumption she's not a liar in her compliments, but he's ran out of enough patience with her to ask it directly.

[pythianjudgment]

She smiles a little at his frustration. It's not that she likes being annoying, but there's a certain satisfaction to being able to rile someone up, especially without them retaliating. It's a good measure of how far she can trust them. So when he asks about her reasons and then about her blindness, she doesn't feel quite as compelled to lie to him.

"I asked because it was worth asking, because I was curious, and because I didn't intend to assume. Also, because the last thing I need is a jealous teal breathing down my back for chatting you up. Things can get pretty catty with young recruits, or so I'm told." Indigos had the luxury of being more choosey than Teals, and as such that made Teals a little more protective of their partnership. Not that Terezi ever intended to get tangled up in that game. She is the best after all.

"As for my sight... You're right, I am blind. I imagine I haven't been culled because no one has been able to cull me. I think being able to avoid death is more than enough reason to let melive." She shrugs a little, as if she'd just rattled off the most uncomplicated logic in the world. She certainly hopes that the Initiate buys into it. "Besides, there is more than one way to perceive. I've never needed anyone's pity, mercy, or protection; and I'm not about to start now."

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“GOOD. Because rest motherfucking assured he ain’t about to offer.” He wonders whether it’s truly an avoidance of cull attributed to her own skill, or whether the drones of the future were simply so poor in performance. Well, if he was to live to be Highblood, he’d certainly see to it that it wouldn’t be the latter.

“IF AVOIDANCE OF ASSUMPTION AND INQUISITIVENESS IN PAN ARE TO BE REASON ENOUGH, than it should then be reason enough to return samewise. AWARE PERCIEVING MAY BE DONE IN DIFFERENT WAYS. In different ways a ninja can be about making sense onto what lays around.” Like voodoo, seeping into the heads of approaching attackers. “BUT A MOTHERFUCKER WOULD GUESS SHE MEANS DIFFERENT. Or specific. HOW THEN DOES SHE PERCIEVE? If she would understand that it’s ‘worth asking’,” he says, echoing her. He swirls a claw in a bit of off-teal paint.

“AS FOR JEALOUS TEALS,” He scoffs. “I speak at to whomever the fuck I wish to. ANY MOTHERFUCKER WHAT GETS IN THE WAY SHALL BE REMOVED FROM IT.”

[pythianjudgment]

Terezi sniffs at the paint he's idly mucking about in. It might unnerve other trolls to know that under normal circumstances that would be a castemate's lifeblood--or her own, but she doesn't seem phased at all. She's too used to this bullshit to really care, but she has to wonder if he picked up that one on purpose.

"She ensconces herself in the flavors of the world around her, of course. Scent and taste and sound, as the dragons do. Each bit of color has its own scent, each person their own bouquet." She reaches over and swipes a bit of the off-teal paint on her finger.

"Even cool mint," she says, rubbing the hue between her finger and thumb," is a world of difference from fresh wintergreen." She flicks her finger against her own wrist with a dry sort of humor.