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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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."

Pruna wrinkled her nose, "Yes because they could be hating you even more and be wanting to be killing you." She could see how this was difficult.

"Can you be having a bo... matesprite and a person you do be hating at the same time?"

"Matesprit." She gently correct and draws the heart intersecting the spade, "And the person you hate is your kismesis. Honestly you can but it's not generally...done. In our culture. I don't know if humans do or not. But your switch between quadrants. Hate and pity are so close sometimes that you simply can't stop yourself from switching quadrants."

"Ideally you have one in each quadrant. But I have one person who filled all mine." She smiles softly.

"No I did be meaning two people, but at the same time." She wrinkled her nose again, hate and pity were sort of close. Though Pruna didn't really pity anyone... "Who did that be being, who did be filling yours?"

"Oh then yes. You should have one in each and each should be different. According to the 'rules' of society and all."

Where the spade and heart intersected she made diamond stand out. Then she drew the club inside the diamond and smiled, taping the ground beside it, "My quadrants in one was Signless. Heart--the red one, it was our main one and the one I called him by for lack of a better name. But we sort of...mixed all four."

Pruna looked at the symbols with interest and then wrinkled her nose. "What do the other two be being?"

She hesitates a little, she really didn't mean to get so involved in the conversation. Just this and then she'll leave the girl be.

"Pale, the diamond. Ashen, the club. It's a...those two, the matesprit and kismesis, you kiss, these two, you wouldn't. Ashen is where you keep two people from hating each other in the wrong way or work as a go between to keep their relationship from failing or changing. And Pale, the diamond, where you keep each other out of trouble or make sure they don't do dumb things that get them killed."

She wrinkled her nose, "So one you do be making sure two people do be hating each other but do no be killing each other and the other one you do be looking after them but do no really be their girlfriend."

Because really that last one sounded exactly what she had thought being a girlfriend was. She sighed. This was really complicated.

"Or don't hate each other in the romantic way. You can hate someone without wanting to kill them or be their kismesis. It's...like rivals really." She tilts her head, "And with your moirail...you keep each other sane and out of trouble and really that's part of matesprit as well. Pity. But you don't want to kiss them and you know all their flaws and how to help them overcome them rather than...letting your pity for them overshadow their bad points."

She's not sure that made sense really. It's so hard to explain the finer concepts when she wasn't sure that's how humans did them. Since the names weren't even the same.

Pruna frowned, this all sounded really complicated, much more complicated than she had thought already. "How can you be being all four with Signless though, if you do be wanting to be kissing him, but do no be wanting to be kissing him, all at the same time?"

Shes slowly shrugs. It was hard enough to explain herself to people who understood quadrants. She turned it over in her mind, trying to find an explanation.

"Well, remember how I said matesprits often don't see the bad parts of someone, or don't believe they're that bad. And moirails see the bad parts and accept them and help them? I still want to kiss him--but I see the bad parts of him. I accept them--even if they enrage me sometimes. Which is where the kismesis comes in but honestly this is something no one else really does on my world...You shouldn't see it as an ideal, when it's simply how our relationship worked."

Pruna wrinkled her nose, "So you do be hating him, and liking him, and seeing the bad parts of him, but be wanting to be kissing him all at the same time?"

She sighed, "Do you no be getting a headache, I do be thinking there do be being a reason noone else do be doing that."

She laughed softly, probably one of her first real laughs in this place, even if it was short and quiet. She nodded once and moved herself to stand.

"That is a big reason no one does. All mixed up, it is enough to give one a headache. But it's not all at the same time. It's just different parts of our relationship."

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

like she doesnt already cry

sob

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