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[therealrufio]

Who| The Summoner and Anyone
What| Too big for the Capitol
Where| District 2 Suites and the Training Center
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| None


District 2 Suites

The Summoner had been cleaned up and led to his level and pointed to a room. He had been itching at straps for the fake wings he was wearing that mimicked the real wings he had tied down under his clothes. This was a strange place indeed.

So far in his stay he has left a hole in the wall with one of his horns above the door to his suite. It was an accident, and after that he hadn't attempted to go through the door again. He was currently slumped on one of the couches pondering his next move. He could probably stay where he was and just sleep here until they could do something about his door.

"I wonder if anyone minds me sleeping here for now."



Training Center

Having finally escaped his living quarters the Summoner has come to a place he thinks is somewhat familiar. There are weapons all around but he goes straight for a lance, the sort he's used to using. Of course to get to the lance he has to go past a rack of throwing knives (which he bumps with his horns and knocks over) and an area for practicing camouflage (which he has dragged his fake wings through on the way). Between the mess and the noise, and the generally huge horns he's walking around with it's impossible not to notice he's there.

Comments

DISTRICT 2 SUITES

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate's gotten fairly used to district two, its layout and its people. Not as if he'd made much effort to talk to them or hang around, but he'd seen enough coming to and from his moirail's room. He's also pretty well aware of what trolls have been made tributes. So as he stops dead in his tracks, seeing the enormous set of horns before anything else, he knows right away that this one must be new because there was no way he could've possibly missed that.

Nothing could motherfucking miss that.

He walks slowly forward, silent and on alert. As the Initiate makes his way around the couch to get a better look at the troll, he speaks. To himself apparently.

"YOU MAKE MOTHERFUCKING HABIT AT FOR THE TALKING ON TO YOUR OWNSELF ALOUD?"

[therealrufio]

This is more of a surprise than he was expecting. Honestly, of all the trolls he might have expected to see here, one with powers like the Grand Highblood was not even of the list. Summoner just stares at him for a minute while a smile slowly grows on his face, from pleased to almost scary.

"Well I wasn't talking to you, was I?"

He stands up, fake wings flopping and taking away from the effect, but still trying to look imposing.

"Or did the little squishy pink people take away part of your think pan with your height? Look how short you are!"

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate blinks, then stares, face twisted into utter disbelief. There was nothing short about him. He towered over near everyone. This one wasn't far off.

"Ex-motherfucking-cuse me?" He says, incredulous. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL TO BE? If anyone's motherfucking thinkpan is all to be prodded or rotted out it ain't to be goddamn mine."

What an asshole. Who did he think he was?

Training Center

[69problems]

By this point, the Signless has learned the blurting out 'Rufioh?' is probably not the right way to make a first impression on a new troll who looks like an older version of someone he knew on Beforus (at least he thinks this is Rufioh. The horns are right, but those wings look... strange).

"Be careful!" is what he says instead, seconds before Summoner is about to get himself hopelessly tangle horns-first in the climbing net.

[therealrufio]

He wasn't trying to head for the climbing net, that was just a recipe for trouble. But he was distracted by trying to get a clump of seaweed off his fake wings to notice until it was too late.

Suffice it to say, he's a mess.

"... Little help?"

He has no idea who this tiny troll is, but it's clear he can't get out of this himself.

[69problems]

"Of course." It's both helpful that he doesn't even have to duck to avoid those huge horns and sad that he has to reach up quite as far as he does to work on getting them untangled.

"You're new here, I take it?"

Suites | RUCKUS INVESTIGATION

[xanthous]

The first thing he realizes is that that sort of noise isn't normal. It's not quite a crash, but it's definitely out of place. So, after a moment of hesitation, he ventures out of his room to see just what is going on.

Of all the things he imagined, he wasn't expecting to see another troll.

His gaze sweeps around the room, and he sees the hole, and it doesn't take much to figure out it's because of his massive horns. He sighs. "Way to go. You thhould have been more careful."

[therealrufio]

After all the humans he's met so far, it's actually comforting to see another troll, even if he's starting off on a bad foot.

"They should have built better doors, then. These may work for a troll with tiny horns like yours, but normal trolls can't get around."

Which isn't to say he thinks his horns are normal, but he knows more than a few trolls who would have trouble the way he has.

[xanthous]

"Thith might come ath a thurprithe for you, wiggler, but thith ithn't Alternia, and they don't really care about our comfort."

He scoffs, crossing his arms. It's...kind of nice, to know that he's no longer the lowest blood around - those damn mutants don't count - but it figures that the next lowblood to get dragged in would be a brat. "Motht trollth here don't have problemth with doorth, tho I gueth that maketh you the abnormal one."

District 2 commons

[pythianjudgment]

The district two suites isn't normally on Terezi's list of places to be, but she's been making a redoubled effort to pester the Helmsman. As such, checking his room to see if he's hiding out there is generally the best place to look.

Unlike other days, however, Terezi pauses at the common room, sniffing the air like someone who has caught the scent of something good. She wanders in the direction of the couches and stops short. She seems almost...taken aback by the troll she finds lounging there.

"Jegus, you have got to be kidding me." The silence that follows can only allude to some very obvious staring going on.

[therealrufio]

"I know, this place is obscene in all sorts of ways, but they don't even account for trolls with bigger horns."

He gives a curious glance toward Terezi, but she's still so young and he doesn't really have much interest in her. So far he's seen several other trolls, one of which he knows, so she's not anything out of the ordinary now. He doesn't care that she's staring, he knows he's the new troll here.

[sleeplessinalternia]

Once the Summoner is finished talking to the Signless, he gets accosted by another troll, this one younger and smaller than most of the others he's met. "Hey, bulgebreath, mind keeping your leprous fronds off my moirail. You were freaking him out, shitpan. Also, what the fuck are with those stupid fakey fake wings? You think you're a fairy? Newsflash, there's no such fucking thing."

Said angry little troll, upon closer look, appears to be a miniature version of the Sufferer.

[therealrufio]

He is in no mood to be lectured by a wiggler and he almost shoves Karkat away until he sees just how much like the Sufferer he is.

"Not a fairy, just a mutant." Which sounds hollow when he says it. But only until his blood starts to heat up again.

"And I wasn't trying to upset the Sufferer. Why would I? He may be your moirail-" And that was a strange thing to say out loud "- but he means a lot to the rest of us, too. More than some pale relationship. Or do you not know how many trolls have died for his sake?"

[knifewithnoname]

There is a small human child in the corner throwing daggers at a straw target. She turns and glares when the rack of daggers is. "Be watching where..." She paused as she saw the horns. "Do those even be being real?"

[therealrufio]

She talks a little like a high blood, but she clearly isn't a troll and he stops trying to untangle his cheesy fake wings to stare at her.

"These?" He indicates the wings. "No, they're fake. And I'm about ready to rip them off, even if it will make the pink woman who spent so much time getting them on me upset."

He doesn't think of his horns as being questionable because all trolls have horns, of course, he just happens to have big ones.

TRAININ CENTAR

[shellfishlovver]

There's rarely a day when Dualscar isn't in the training center. He has no friends to speak of and very little to occupy his fantastic and intelligent mind with, so he entertains himself with long training sessions. He may be the most bored tribute, but at the very least he will also be the fittest.

It's hard not to notice the other troll as he makes his way through the center. Dualscar follows him with his eyes, giving him a bland look as he attempts to identify him. He doesn't know him and he certainly doesn't look worth knowing, so he will speak as freely as he likes.

"You've brought new meanin' to the belief that lowbloods shouldn't be seen or heard." His voice is ever so dry and he's going to just fold his arms over his chest as he scrutinises The Summoner. "The powers that be certainly have a fondness for the incompetent. They seem to drag you in by the dozen."

[therealrufio]

He finally had himself righted and was trying to figure out how to rip the fake wings off so he could move more freely when Dualscar spoke up. He knew that derisive tone far too well and he wasn't the least bit surprised to see it coming out of a sea troll.

"If only there were so many of us. It would just make it that much easier for us to kill you." He stalks over, leaving his wings behind as he does.

"It's lucky for you that I've already been warned against culling here. It's been far too long since I saw one of your kind hanging by his gills until he stopped wriggling."

Training Center

[akingalways]

One person who was always to be found in the Training Center...well, most of the time...was Jack. Like clockwork, he went down after his drink of coffee, and practiced. His Tributes were always given the announcement that he was going down, and that if they wanted in, he'd be down there to aid them.

No one in District 8 had taken up his offer, thus far.

After that, his routine was generally the same. The first place he would go to was the strength training part of the center, where, after warming up, he would first do his several hundred bench presses, followed b--

"WHAT THE HELL!?!"

Never mind about the routine, he found the racks in disarray. So much for having a peaceful day training.

[therealrufio]

The Summoner made an effort to ditch the wings so they don't get caught on things. He can't feel them as well as his horns and he's just ripping them up anyway.

When Jack shouts though he startles and looks around fast enough that if he hadn't already taken out the closest weapon rack it would have gone down.

"What? What is it?"

Training Center

[letthemburn]

Iskierka still isn't really certain of the point of the training center. She can't actually use most of the things in there, in so far as she's aware, but everyone keeps suggesting that she should go, and so she has. She hadn't quite been expecting a funny-looking gray human, but she supposes it's at least better than trying to figure out what exactly she's meant to do about the whole affair and besides, the Summoner's unusual coloring is more than enough to get her attention.

"Oh! I didn't know humans came in that color."

[therealrufio]

Summoner is so much more excited to see a dragon than he was to see all the trolls he's met so far. Finally, someone he could genuinely understand and communicate with. It takes him an extra second to catch that Iskierka said that out loud, and then another to hear that she called him human.

"That's because I'm not human. I'm a troll."

He's totally amiable about it, he would cut her more slack than anyone else here just by virtue of what she is.

[hangingaround]

With all the time Redglare had spent in the Training Center over the past few weeks one would think she'd be used to seeing people embarrass themselves. She was not. Between watching this new troll knock over the throwing knives and knocking over the camouflage materials all over his...are those wings? That's a rare mutation if she ever saw one but the overall effect was dimmed when they're covered in some kind of berry juice. The secondhand embarrassment was strong in this one.

After a few minutes of distracting noise, she set the sword she'd been practicing with back where it belonged and approached him with folded arms and a raised eyebrow. "You're certainly a troll of grace and beauty, aren't you?"

[therealrufio]

He's gotten to the point where he's ripping the fake wings off so he can stop worrying about them. It's not the same when he can't feel where the tips of his wings are and move them out of the way in a narrow space. There's nothing he can do about his horns except stay away from potential hazards. He'll adjust eventually.

"Heh. You should see me fly."

Training Center

[onlyimmune]

Ellie was slowly getting used to her predicament. Well, perhaps 'getting used to' was too strong a phrase. She was no longer kicking and screaming, though, and that was an improvement, right?

She'd gone down to the training center again, hoping to maybe smuggle a few more items into her possession, but had gotten distracted by the rack of bows and arrows, running her fingers over each of them in turn.

That was at least until there was a very loud clattering behind her at the knives rack. She spun around a little too quickly to catch sight of -

Another troll. With... Massive horns.

"How the fuck do you even walk with those things?" She asks before she can stop the words coming out of her mouth. Woops. Nice, Ellie. Real charming.

[therealrufio]

It takes the Summoner a little bit to answer, as he's more preoccupied with getting himself untangled from low hanging net. But when he's got that taken care of he looks down at Ellie.

"By putting one nub in front of the other. How do you walk?"

He's joking about it, after as many sweeps as he's been around looking like this, he's heard it all.