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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.

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"Or imaginary friends, apparently!" Terezi edges closer, her eyes narrowed suspiciously on the new adult troll. The shape of his horns is remarkably familiar and remarkably large. She's not even sure what to say to that. She wants to get close enough to catch a whiff of his blood--just to be sure, but she's not sure how to do that just yet.

Instead, she paces around the couch in a wide circle. "So... What's up, Rufio? Are we off to fairy bullshit wiggler land? Should I pack my bags? Don my feathered cap? Or are you just here to help me believe in myself?"

There are an endless number of ways to poke fun at this...whatever this is, and she really doesn't know where to start.

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Even under the best of circumstances the Summoner doesn't like being mocked, but hearing her say his name is a major shock to his system.

"What are you talking about? Who told you that name?" He narrowed his eyes at her, trying to get a read on what she was after. "Was it the Grand Highblood? I swear I'll rip every last smug tooth out of his head this time."

He's sitting up now, angry and digging his claws into the couch, which isn't made to resist the might of an upset troll.

Wait. Is that actually his name? Or is he just trying to fuck with her? On one hand, he seems upset enough that it could possibly be true. On the other hand, it's only five letters and that's not how naming conventions work.

She raises both eyebrows at his reaction, but she's ceased her circling. She's not coming any closer, either. "A little brownblood told me, and his name is None of Your Business. Esquire. What's your beef with Fraysong?"

He has no idea what she's talking about, and he's starting to think she's just messing with him because he's new.

"No little brownblood could do that. They have it posted here somewhere, right?"

He had only given them his title when they grilled him earlier, but he wouldn't put it past them to find his real name anyway. Suddenly, Summoner relaxes a little, he knows what this is. He's being hazed because he's new.

"Oh. I get it, it's because I'm new. Well don't think I'm going to just take it without getting you back."

"No, it's because you're Pupa Pan in the flesh, and I need to make the most of the wonderful opportunity. Most people don't actually care if you're new." Terezi grins, nudging her glasses a little higher on the bridge of her nose, obscuring her eyes.

Though, now that he's given her the idea... This is a prime opportunity to fuck with his head. Nothing could go wrong from a little good-humored fuckery, right?

"Besides... Nitram, right? I just needed some asshole to try out my mindreading on. I hear brownbloods work pretty good for that." Those parts were guesses in the dark, but given the nature of the people who have shown up here.... Somehow, she doesn't think she's off the mark just yet.

"Who is Pupa Pan?"

This strange troll already knew his name, it doesn't surprise him to hear the rest of it out loud.

"You're welcome to try, but I don't think that sort of thing works on me." He means because he's a mutant, but he doesn't want to bring that up with her if she really thinks she can read his mind. She should already know.

"Pupa Pan is a shitty brownblood with wings who comes in the night to steal wigglers away to a land with no adults where they can be free and happy. So basically: Fictional fairy bullshit! And what would you know about my mindreading, anyway? It works on everyone. That's the nature of being a Seer of Mind." That is not at all what that title means, but she knows well enough that this troll won't understand it. Still, she's a little annoyed that he just ignored one of her more important questions.

"You still haven't told me what your problem with Fraysong is. Don't think that I'm just going to forget about that."

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"I have never stolen a wiggler in my life! Where are you getting this? And how did a troll with as few sweeps on her as you get a title?"

He gives her a look like she's crazy. This conversation has taken a very weird turn and he's contemplating just leaving instead of trying to make more of it.

"That's because I don't know what a Fraysong is."

"I have a title because I earned it, just like everyone else." In so much as the word Earned can be used to describe their entrance into SGRUB and all the events thereafter. It certainly feels like something that she's earned, if nothing else.

"And you do know what a Fraysong is. You just don't realize it because he doesn't go by Grand Highblood yet."

The Summoner thinks on it for a second, he hadn't heard anyone call the Grand Highblood that in a very long time. But he breaks into a smile a moment later.

"You can't be much of a mind reader if you have to ask why I hate the Grand Highblood."

They had a rich and sordid past, which he was now reminiscing on.

Drat. He has a point.

"Fair enough! I can't actually fuck around in anyone's mind. That's the sort of thing that shitty lame bluebloods do. My powers are a lot cooler."

Terezi steps a little closer, now that it seems he's cooled down a bit. The last thing she needs is to get impaled on his horns.

"So are you going to enlighten me or what?"

He tilts his head to one side so one of his horns rests on the back of the sofa. It looks slightly uncomfortable. He's going to ignore the blueblood comment, Mindfang isn't here to fight her own battles.

"Maybe. It would help if I knew why you wanted to know. I don't really have to answer to anyone here, least of all a nosy little wiggler who seems intent on messing with the new guy."

The Summoner has his legs crossed now and is looking more relaxed and in charge of the situation. He isn't sure what to make of this little troll, but she's no longer a potential threat.

"Hey. Don't get the wrong idea! I would mess with you whether you were new or not. Your newness is not the deciding factor on whether I go easy on your or not! Really, if I thought you couldn't handle it, I would have kept walking, so you should be taking this as a compliment."

Terezi flashes him a grin, but she still hasn't exactly answered his question. She knows he doesn't like the Grand Highblood, so maybe admitting that she's friends with the Initiate isn't the best course of action. Then again, if she doesn't give a compelling reason, he might not answer at all.

"As for the Initiate Fraysong... consider it curiosity! I've heard a lot of stories and rumors back home--there's a lot of people who know of him, but not nearly as many who can say that they've exchanged wiggler names with him. That makes you quite the anomaly!"

When he snorts it sounds a lot like a hoofbeat snort. He isn't exactly on good terms with the Grand Highblood, here or back on Alternia, and he's still not convinced that Terezi has good reason to be asking about it. But she seems to be fairly stuck on the topic, so he might as well give her something.

"I wouldn't say we were that close, but you get to hear more than the average troll when you're the head Cavalreaper. We may have had our differences more recently, but the troll wearing his disgusting indigo blood here has never laid eyes on me before, so it doesn't matter anymore."

He smiles wickedly. "Which isn't too say we're ever going to get along."

"I didn't assume you would! Not when you clearly have your cherry hobo leggings in a twist over something he must have did in the future." She approaches a little more, resting her hands on the edge of the couch.

"If you're the head Cavalreaper, that means you're part of the fleet proper, right? I can't imagine that stirring up trouble with the Highblood is smiled upon."

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