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[hangingaround]

Who| Redglare, District 5 tributes
What| Red is here and she's not in the greatest of moods
Where| District 5 Common Room
When| Just after Redglare's arrival and briefing of her current situation, pre-Arena 7
Warnings/Notes| None for the moment

Less than an hour in Panem and Redglare has already made not-so-subtle threats against multiple people's lives. She's sure that has to be some kind of record.

The guards (Peacekeepers? Is that what they were called?) who escorted her to where she'd be staying had told her nothing despite her verbal prodding. The prodding would have included some of the physical kind but they'd taken her cane upon her arrival. Once at the appropriate floor, they'd led her to the common room and left her to her own devices. When she tried to leave, to explore the rest of the tower, they stopped her.

Left on her ow, and still working on processing her situation, Redglare takes her time to explore the common room. Best to familiarize herself with her new surroundings as quickly as she can.

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[carnagecarnival]

It's the bright red and teal that makes him look up from the book he's claimed. Not exactly designed for stealth, they're a combination that commands and he instantly thinks Legislacerator before realising that she looks exactly like the Legisister. Only bigger. His brows raise and he tugs the headphones- for the audio book to play over while he learned to decipher the words- off.

He's tilting his head at her from the chair in the corner, squinting just a little bit, as if that will somehow help to understand as to why there's a bigger sized version of the trainee. He decides to take a leap.

"PYROPE!" He calls out across the room.

[hangingaround]

Her back is to him when he calls to her. Her first instinct is to straighten her posture and wonder who the hell would know her last name instead of just her title, especially in this place. Then hits her: she knows that voice. There's something different about it, that's true, but there's no doubt in her mind that it's her partner. A wide grin breaks out across her face.

"Makara! What an unexpected surprise. I should have suspected these Gamemakers would be interested in capturing an enormous brute for their games." Her tone is surprisingly affectionate despite her jabs. She turns to face him, reaching up to lower her glasses down the bridge of her nose.

Redglare stops short when she actually sees the Initiate. Her grin fades. "Who are you?"

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate stares back, incredulous. There are too many things to be alarmed and insulted by in that whole bit of speech and behaviour.

"Apparently," he growls after a long moment. "she already knows. A PYROPE SHE ALL IS THEN. But you ain't Terezi, no; she's motherfucking yours, ain't she? TELL AN INITIATE. Who the motherfuck TOLD AT YOU THAT NAME?"

If it was, then rules be damned, he will find the mutant in his district before the arena starts and render him to nothing.

[hangingaround]

After sweeps of working so closely with the Highblood, Redglare's fear of indigos is not nearly as strong as it should be. She pushes her glasses back in place to hide the disappointment in her eyes.

"It's the hatch name of my partner. I took you to be him." She crosses her arms behind her back at the wrist. Her head is held high, her entire torso unprotected. Her body language is either a sign of boldness or just cockiness. Possibly both. "It seems I was correct in my assumption, though I'm unsure how."

"Yes, I am a Pyrope but I prefer to go by the title of Neophyte Legislacerator Redglare. To my knowledge I am the only Pyrope and I know I have not lived long enough to have a descendant yet, Initiate."

[carnagecarnival]

"Don't got at having lived that time of partners yet, Neophyte. DON'T GOT AT HAVING LIVED SO LONG EITHER FOR ECHOED KIN, BUT HE HAS HEARD TALE AND WITNESSED WICKED FUCKING PAIL SPILL WALKING," he scoffs. "Yours up and got converse on with I she all did; IMPUDENT, brazen, ATHEIST, blind-bitch. ALBEIT MOTHERFUCKING ONE WHAT ALL BRINGS AMUSEMENT AT OCCASION AND WHAT AIN'T WITHOUT KNOWINGS UP IN A PAN. She too was to be of time of partners. LEADS UNTO HE TO ASSUME AT A NEOPHYTE IS ONE OF THREE THINGS," he holds clawed fingers as he lists, "a lying bitch what got at name from elsewhere, PARTNER OF A MOTHERFUCKING DESCENDENT OF HE WHAT SHARES HATCHNAME, or you are to be partner of I."

He pauses, thinking it over with a frown, until very slowly a vicious grin takes form. He laces his fingers and rests his chin on them. "SO WHAT'S IT ALL TO BE THEN? Heard at who made such idea take motherfucking breath already- again your teal to up and thank. IS HE TO UP AND ASSUME, THAT YOU ARE WHOM ALL HE CHOSE AT TO MAKE SUCH BEGINNINGS UP AND GET OCCURANCE? That you were found worthy of a GRAND motherfucking HIGHBLOOD. Oh Neophyte, won't you make a brother up and believe."

[hangingaround]

An unreadable look crosses her face for the briefest of moments. A time before partners...It's possible he's lying but she's always prided herself on being able to sniff out a lie- a sort of inside joke with herself considering her sense of smell is weak at best and nonexistent at worst- and she's not not getting any sort of lying vibes from him. Could he really be her ma-partner (it's impossible for her to think of him in intimate terms at this young age) from long before she was even hatched? He claims her descendant is here, which is a big enough leap in logic, but they were both dragged into an alternate universe full of pink squishy aliens to play a death game for others' amusement. Timeline shenanigans would not be so strange.

She smiles a little when he speaks of the young troll who may be her descendant. Clever, brazen, blind yet not culled. Either the imperial drones are slack in their duties in the far future or the girl is smarter than them. Redglare likes her already, descendant or not.

"I am a legislacerator." She replies curtly. "It would be hypocritical of me to lie. And what do I stand to gain using a stolen name in this place? Therefore it stands I am truthful." Her smile changes to become sharp and humorless. "You certainly have the Highblood's ego, that is clear. And you're correct. My partner the Grand Highblood created the subjuggulator and legislacerator teams then eventually chose me as his partner."

"But the way I have come to see it he was the only indigo of the bunch worthy of me."

[carnagecarnival]

He doesn't look pleased or amused with her answer. At first. But the trace of leering smirk returns.

"BEGINNING TO SEE AT WHY HE CHOSE YOU," he says, and it's hard to say if he's joking or not. "Sister Pyrope, I am the Grand Highblood. AND YES, I AM OF THE MAKARA LINE IF THAT'S ALL WHAT UP AND PROVES IT." He huffs. "Would hope that if she is truly his partner, she would realise such on her own. WOULD THINK AT A SISTER COULD PROVE TO HIM IF TRULY NO FALLACY BREEDS AND SLIPS FROM HER TONGUE."

He raises a brow. "Do you, Pyrope, truly think to know?"

[hangingaround]

"You can't blame me for being cautious in believing you entirely." She pauses. "I would think the fact I can understand your obtuse wordings without a translator should be enough but if you need more..."

She's quiet for a long moment, considering her next words carefully.

"Kurloz Makara."

[carnagecarnival]

He goes very still, eyes wide. Then after a long moment, he slowly straightens, looking her over with an unreadable expression. It did give it away. At least that she knew him. He'd told it to one other troll outside the church and she wasn't it. That had been when he was young, and not once ever again had he shared it since he'd demanded the priests give him title (so what if it was before average time? He'd been ready for it).

"SO... you do at know me."

There's something uncomfortably fragile about that. It confirmed things for him but now? Now he had to wonder how much the Neophyte knew. And what the score had been between them. He tries to imagine recognizing her beyond what he knows of the little pyrope, but he can't.

"AIN'T GOT EXPECTATION UP ONTO HER FOR CALLING HIM HIGHBLOOD. No other motherfucker up and does here, and I ain't truly seen at earning the title for my own yet, merely heard for tale and another's recognition. THE INITIATE, FRAYSONG, HOWEVER SHOULD BE ABIDED AT MOTHERFUCKING LEAST." Or so motherfucking help him if she chose to use his wriggler name...

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[hangingaround]

"I had no intention to." He needs no fear of her using his wriggler name casually. That's not even something she does with her partner unless the circumstances are right.

"Initiate it is then. In return I would ask you not call me 'Pyrope'. My hatch name is something I would prefer to keep out of public knowledge if it can be helped. You may call me Neophyte or simply Redglare. Whichever you prefer, I'm used to answering to both."

[earthborn]

Shepard had long taken to claiming a corner of the commons as her own. It had a seat with a little divit that was rapidly deepening as the days past— and that was plenty comfortable to her mind. She could run laps, or on a treadmill, keep up her reflexes against a sandbag or sparring partner, or wander the Capitol like some kind of tourist, but none of that solved the fundamental problem of information.

Information on the Games, the Capitol, the Districts, and their war. And, of course, on the other tributes. She glanced up from her book, because walking peacekeepers were always worth noticing, and watched their gentle gatekeeping. Huh.

"I take it you're new," she said, with a prisoner's aire; what are you in for, "Welcome to hell."