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thecapitol2013-06-11 03:47 am
carnagecarnival) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-11 03:47 am
[OPEN] Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore
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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Then it sinks in. The Helmsman's been spending time with the Initiate, enough so that he's been woven into one of the indigo's paintings as tribute to his gods.
"Are you his friend? Do you care about him? Is that why this bothers you?"
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It outs him but it's too late to take it back. Fuck yes, it bothers him. For so many reasons it bothers him.
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He squares his shoulders and takes a step closer to the raging indigo beast before him.
"But if you're the one he wants, if you're the one he's chosen--" and oh, he hates that thought, hates it with every fiber of his being, "-- then you had better treat him with all the care and respect he deserves."
He's so, so angry, and he can't even properly sort out why. All of his feelings are a convoluted painful mess all centering on why, why did he leave me, what do you have that I don't, what makes you better than me?
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"YOU WERE PALE? The two of you?"
And now he's hurt. Hurt like watching an empty shore. Hurt like waiting for nothing. He's not even sure what exactly over.
Who over.Hate rises up and chokes him. He snarls, standing over the other troll."I HAVE NOT DONE AT A MOTHERFUCKING ON HIM WHAT TO HARM! Is he to think at you to still be his moirail then!? STILL FUCKING PALE PITEOUS!? Because it would seem at you're still up in his business!"