thecapitol | A dream I dreamed // OPEN

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A dream I dreamed // OPEN

Who: The Disciple & Anyone
What: Exploring the center from the elevator doors
Where:Training Center Elevator/Any Floor
When: Today, anytime
Warnings: Probably tears.

Too many hands had touched her this morning for comfort. A woman used to living alone and running if people came too close was not suited to strange aliens manhandling her or others insisting that her clothing be changed. Her hissing and tearing at the clothing they pressed at her just got hurt scared looks and she felt a pang. No stronger than grubs, these creatures with their clothes and devices held out pleadingly. Eventually guilt and a sense of inevitability made her take the clothes she was offered and let them pull the knots from her hair.

They called themselves humans when she asked. Humans. Aliens. Was she merely a creature to them, to be kept for their amusement, killing and playing their games. Hardly. She pulled on the only thing she had managed to save from their hands, a long skin and fur cape, and held it closed over the clothing. As much as she liked the leather and fur that adorned her outfit, she almost wanted to tear it off.

The Disciple did, at least, want to find out where she was being kept beyond these rooms. A way out was probably too much to ask at this point, given that they had subdued her before. Their words and explanations flew over her head, things she didn't know of or understand. They at least managed to explain the elevator to her and when she asked if she was to merely stay here, they encouraged her to go look around. Technology she didn't quite understand swept her up and down until her stomach was queasy and at each new floor, she surveyed the area from the elevator doors and occasionally stepped off to explore.

She's not as silent as she hopes with new clothes to adjust to and the ding that precedes her at every floor makes any hope of a silent entry impossible.

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Disciple had barely any time to react to the sudden storming in of a young human. Any instinct to see her rushing in as an attack were stalled by the sight of the girl wrestling with footwear. She could definitely relate to the hatred of things being strapped on your feet. Definitely. Yet, she couldn't quite relax enough to enjoy the camaraderie that mutual hatred of these ridiculous shoes might bring.

But a blunt girl, she could deal with. Given she had been a bit of a blunt girl herself as a wiggler.

"I'm an adult. You probably met a wiggler."

"I did be meeting lots of wriggler alien trolls and lots of adults." Pruna told her wriggling her nose, "This one did be looking just like you but littler, does she be being your sister?"

Disciple wrinkles her nose a bit herself and shook her head sharply. She doesn't know what a sister is but if it's something human then obviously it has nothing to do with her.

"Apparently I look like someone." She doesn't say that she thinks all humans probably think they look alike. One scary alien is much like the next--and considering her own problem with differentiating between them, she's sure they feel the same way.

"Yes you do be." She nodded. "I have no been properly meeting her yet, and I did no never be seeing you before."

"I don't know who that is though." It seems silly to keep denying a connection where people were obviously going to make one. Coincidences apparently didn't exist to them. She pulled the cape tight over her chest and backed herself against the corner of the elevator. If this wiggler needed to go somewhere, she wouldn't stop her.

"You can use the machine." She nodded at the panel.

"Yes." Pruna skipped over and pressed the basement button. "Do you be being new then? Do you be being a tribute? I do no be thinking there do be any alien troll mentors or stylists."

"I think I'm a tribute." Disciple thinks that's what they called her. It sounded right anyways. The button Pruna presses is one she hadn't pressed yet so she's curious to see where it ends up.

"And I just woke up here."

"Then you do be being a tribute yes." Pruna grinned at her and the doors opened on the training room. "Did you be wanting to be training?"

Training. Training in what, survival? She was good at that already. She peered from the elevator and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you train in?"

"Lots of things." Pruna told her with a grin, "At the moment I do be learning how to be throwing daggers. Though the person who did be teaching me do be being dead now." She wrinkled her nose, it was very inconvenient.

A long time ago she was probably exactly like this girl. Used to killing and fighting. Death merely an inconvenience. Her stomach is queasy at the thought and she shakes her head a little. Training is necessary she's sure, but her heart just wouldn't be into it.

"I don't know how to throw daggers. I'm better hand to hand."

"I do be being okay at that but I do still be little so it do be being better to injure them first." She told her, "Do you be being a strong alien troll or do you be crying about killing like Signless?"

Her and Signless have an interesting relationship. "Do you be knowing Signless? I do be thinking all alien trolls do be knowing him, even if some of them do be hating him."

She has to stop to think about that. She doesn't cry but she certainly doesn't like it. She doesn't want to do it.

"...I can if I must but I prefer not to. And well, Signless is my...matesprit. I'm his Disciple. We don't like to kill--it's our belief."

"He did be telling me about his beliefs." She wrinkled her nose, she still thought it was silly. "What do a matesprit be being, and a disciple?"

"A disciple is one who follows beliefs--a devout follower I guess you could say. His Disciple--The Disciple is my title. It's simply an expression that means I follow his beliefs and speak of them to others. And--well--"

She tilted her head, "I don't know what humans call it..."

She nodded, understanding. "So you do no be killing or hurting others either..." She wrinkled her nose. "Be describing it and I can be telling you the human word."

"I'll defend myself." She was a little put out by that. She's not going to let herself be killed without a fight--but won't go out of her way to kill.

But she'd rather not talk about that right now. She gets distracted and a little annoyed by the idea of having to explain such a basic thing as a matesprit. How did she get involved in such a conversation when all she wanted was to get her bearings?

"Someone you pity a great deal and have a--" Oh a wiggler. She waves her hands in a little strange way as if to explain without having to explain.

"Fondness for. The symbol is like this." She drew a heart in the air.

Pruna wrinkled her nose, since she knew Signless didn't believe in fighting, even in defense. "Someone I do be pitying? How do you be being fond of someone you do be pitying, do that no be meaning they do be being weak?"

She didn't seem to recognise the symbol at all.

"Well no--I mean, sort of but--" Disciple bit back a huff. She forgot how annoying talking to people could be. Aliens doubly so.

"Don't you people have romance?"

"Yes, we do be having that!" And Pruna has been learning all about it. She hadn't known it had anything to do with pity though, no one had mentioned that. She wrinkled her nose and thought about that. Okay she thought Sandy was pathetic sometimes, so she guessed that counted.

"So do matesprite be being your word for girlfriend or boyfriend?"

"I guess so? I don't know why you have different words for genders but..." She shrugged a little. Humans.

"Do you have different words for hate romance and that type?"

"Hate romance?" She wrinkled her nose, now that sounded interesting. "I do no be knowing about that."

"You know, when you hate someone so much you want to keep them to yourselves. Kiss them and things--Because you hate them but they're attractive in a way?" She frowns, "Not killing of course, you shouldn't want them to be dead. Then you can't keep them."

Wow it sounds so healthy doesn't it. Perfect for growing minds of children who murder.

Hate someone so much you wanted to kiss them... Pruna didn't know anyone like that. But she knew people that she hated but liked hating so wouldn't really want to kill. At least not forever. Unless she had to anyways.

"That do be sounding cool, do you be having someone like that?"

She ponders it for a second. Signless spent a little time in that quadrant long ago but no one full time. So she shakes her head no, kneeling down to look at her. She traces the spade in the training floor dust idly.

"It's harder when you can't stay in one spot to find someone to hate that way. Most trolls I had to slash and run, no getting to know them. It's a hard quadrant to fill to be honest. Finding someone you hate in the right way who hates you the right way back."

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they're going to have weird ideas about romance after this

like she doesnt already cry

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