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Who| The Initiate and Terezi
What| Art
Where| Training Center
When| Before date auction
Warnings/Notes| Language

The Initiate sits up with a start and a gasp of breath. Then groans, rolls off the bed, and checks to see his paint is as it should be. It is, more or less, but he spends just a moment touching it up in the mirror, because he's alive and whole and his horn is back and... he's back. In the capitol again, denied Messiahs once more.

He's back where the Helmsman is. He leaves his block, passing by the fact that his pile has been removed and the room cleaned. He walks right out the tribute building and goes to find the necklace stand he knows should be there. The shop keeper's nervous glare is unrestrained, but the Initiate ignores it, taking what he wants and shoving the credit card at the person. Then... then he's not sure what to do. He needs to think before he does this. He needs to up and motherfucking...

He needs to paint is what he needs to do, he realises. And so, he heads for the Training Center. Without paying near as much attention as he should, he heads for the camaflogue area, with all its paint and the wall, that should be cleaned off by now, stretching behind it.

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Terezi presses her lips together, fighting back a smile that she knows is inevitable. She almost feels bad for the people responsible for the Initiate's room cleaning.

"Nah, there wasn't a glub." Not then, anyway. "Some of the lowbloods got unruly one too many times. So all the adults were ordered off of the planet. Probably to keep a closer eye on them and make organization more difficult! I can't imagine it would be easy to organize another rebellion while sectioned off onto fleet ships in different parts of the Empire. There was only trolls too young to be conscripted left on Alternia after that--and the Jadebloods, of course."

"WAIT. Permanently? ALL ADULTS ARE TO BE STARBOUND PERMANENT?" His face is the face of a young troll who just got told 12th perigrees was canceled forever ~~as someone for whom it hadn't been already~~. He groans. "Messiahs motherfucking dammit." He pouts for a moment, then sighs. "BUT NONETHELESS, NOISE OF SUCH STRATEGY SOUNDS AT TO BE MOTHERFUCKING EFFECTIVE." And on the other hand, if it was true, it wouldn't be until he was much older...ish. Probably. He liked not having to breathe recycled air.

"And what are her thoughts up on that?"

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Terezi shrugs at the question. She's not sure how to feel about it.

"It's the only way that I've ever known the Fleet to work, so I can't say that I disagree. It makes tactical sense... Though I guess I would have missed my forest a lot. Like I do now."

"PERHAPS OUR NEXT ARENA WILL BE SUCH. Forest about and around," He says. It doesn't occur to him that maybe some people don't normally-- or like to-- associate their home with death.

"BEYOND ALL WHAT LAYS HERE IN THE CAPITOL AS WELL," He muses. He can't say he's never wondered where the shores might be.

"Perhaps! A forest would certainly give me an advantage." She grins a bit, but it's not quite as excited as one might think. "It won't be nearly the same, though. These earth trees are tiny and weird."

She scuffs her foot on the chalk again, thinking to herself for a moment. "...What kind of arena are you hoping for? What's your preferred landscape?"

"...any carnival what all these ones come up with will be sacrilege, he's sure," He says wryly. "A BEACH IS ALL AT TO BE JUST AS GOOD FOR DROWNING ON. Though it is what he is most used to after."

He smears on some more paint. A skull like shape in his own color. It leers down at him. "BEST WOULD ALL BE ANY WHAT GIVES BACK HIS VOODOO."

"I doubt they're going to do that. It would be incredibly stupid on their part." Giving an Indigo back their voodoo would be like asking him to use it on them. They have to know that it's going to happen, so she doesn't understand why they would.

"I can't say that I would mind a beach, but I'm not super good at swimming. I've never had any reason to need to be." She pauses, giving him a quick once over. "..Are you?"

"Sister they have already done for many an incredibly stupid thing. THEY BROUGHT ME HERE. They marked me their enemy." He holds his wrist, still cuffed. "BUT IN ANY MOTHERFUCKING CASE, THEY HAVE RETURNED POWERS TO THOSE WHAT HAVE THEM FOR THE SAKE OF A FIGHT BEFORE." He'd gotten to see some of the recaps of the prior arena before his. And just a small flash of Mituna's, the end of an explosion.

The Initiate hesitates before answering, keeping his face turned to the wall. "I'm familiar with it. AIN'T NO SEADWELLER, but I had reasons all to learn. COUNTS FOR SOMETHING WHEN ALL A FUCKER HAS AT TO STRIFE AGAINST THEM OR GO MOTHERFUCKING FISHING. Avoiding rip currents." Trying to swim out to a lusus. "HE COULD DO IT IF HE HAD TO."

She nods at that, acknowledging the fact. He's probably a better swimmer than she is at any rate. What water there was around her forest wasn't nearly as deep or fast as an ocean current or riptide.

"...You should teach me sometime," she suggests, a bit of a coy smile to her lips. "In case we get some kind of ocean arena. I can trade you something for it, if you want. I wouldn't expect survival lessons for nothing, after all. That would feel like cheating."

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He doesn't look superbly comfortable with the suggestion. "Maybe," He says, short. "I AIN'T APT TO TRUST WHAT ALL WATERS IS BEING ABOUT THE ARENAS..." And it was far from wise to teach a potential enemy anything at all, especially not something that would help them survive. That was just incredibly stupid. He shouldn't. He looks her over, tentative.

"He understands there all to be places in capitol what offer such. FALSE WATERS. Pools what all be chemical drenched... SHE SWAM BEFORE?"

"Yeah. There were rivers and stuff around my hive. And after--when we left." She senses the tension from him, but she can't really blame him. If someone else had randomly asked her to teach them about... tree-climbing, for instance, she'd probably be uneasy about that, too.

"There's a pool around here, somewhere, I think. I haven't tried finding it yet."

He shouldn't do this. He really shouldn't motherfucking do this. He heaves a breath and rubs at his neck-- even despite his hands being covered in color. He feels the cord of his paint vial necklace. And the chain for the necklace he intended to give as a gift. He still had to find the helmsman, to thank him for the gift he'd been given and...

It occurs to him he's not the only one who sent at gift. He lets his breath whistle out between his fangs.

"You sent me paint. BACK THERE. Perhaps he can teach you some motherfucking thing or other. I AIN'T A SEADWELLER AND IT AIN'T FUCKING FANCY OF MINE. Can't all teach her as if that were to be a thing, only what all this motherfucker up and has a know for. THERE'S MAPS AND HE DOUBTS AT IT TO BE HARD TO UP AND FIND. He can do that for she."

She smiles a little, gratefully. It's not a huge deal, but she was honestly expecting him to say no. The trust that he's showing in her is appreciated.

"Thanks. Just let me know when." And because she can't let any conversation veer towards complete sincerity: "I'll make sure to wear my dragon arm-floaties."