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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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He's a little surprised to find a troll who recognizes him, or at least knows of him. What's worse is that he's immediately dismissive of him, after all the work he'd put in to get trolls behind him. Summoner immediately assumes this troll is a high blood.

"Maybe, if the masses will listen. I will probably have to start from scratch again. Just don't think a scrawny little high blood like you could stop me, far better than you have tried."

The Psiioniic blinks.

Then he starts laughing. He assumes he's a highblood? That's probably one of the most hilarious things he's ever heard.

"Thorry to burtht your bubble, but I'm a yellowblood. Why do you think I've got thuch awful mutationth?"

Oh. Now the Summoner feels like an ass and he actually blushes coppery brown before responding.

"Sorry. I guess I just assumed that you were asking about the revolution because you wanted to see it fail. That's usually why I get asked about it."

He gives the other troll a closer look, trying to figure out if he should address the horns, or the overbite or if any of that really had to do with his mutation. Summoner knows well enough that not all mutations manifest physically.

"What makes you think your mutation is awful?"

Well. His laughter dies off, and he fixes the Summoner with a stare. Should he tell him? He doesn't know how the troll would react to being told that he knows what happens to his revolution.

He sighs. "I already know what happenth."

Raising an eyebrow and spreading his arms, the Psiioniic shrugs. "I'm a pthionic. It happenth."

Those two things get mixed up when he hears them and the Summoner is a little stunned.

"I've never heard of a psionic who could see the future. That is a very impressive mutation."

The face he is making right now.

"I can't thee the future. I'm from your future, you moron."

What was so hard to understand?

That explains a lot.

"Oh. So you know how my revolution ends!"

He's excited to hear this, it would mean a lot to him to know his victory is assured.

Oh, no. No, don't get excited. You're going to make the truth hard.

Though, really, he's not sure why he's hesitating. He knows what happens, knows that the Summoner did change the Empire, but not in anyway that brought about equality or better lives for lowbloods.

He looks away. "Yeah, I know. I don't think you want to know what happenth."

The Summoner is noticeably saddened by that. If it wasn't something he wanted to share, Psii probably shouldn't have brought it up.

"You mean I'm going to fail."

Well, at least he catches on quickly.

"...Yeah. You do, but you managed to thhake thingth up quite a bit. Your rebellion wath the latht one."

"Is it because I disappeared to come here? I wasn't there to lead and everything fell apart, right?"

He's actually pretty hopeful about that because if it was true it meant he just had to make the people who stole him from his home send him back sooner. Surely being gone a day or two wouldn't alter the path of his revolution.

"Thingth don't work like that."

He sighs, crossing his arms awkwardly. Hope is...something he hasn't dealt with in a while, and he can't help but feel like it would have just been much better to stay quiet.

"There are people I know, who were clothe to me, who are from my patht. I don't remember them ever leaving, tho being here didn't effect my future at all. There'th no real gap from when you get taken to here to if you ever go back. It'th thome thort of thpathe-time bullthhit."

There's still a way to pull a win out of this, the Summoner isn't going down that easily.

"How did I lose? If you can tell me I can avoid it, I know there's still a way for me to succeed."

He refuses to believe that all is lost.

"How do you think it endth? You die. You get cruthhed by the Empire, like every other rebel before you."

He rubs his temple, staring at him. Then he shakes his head, slowly.

"Though I will tell you that you do make a change. After your rebellion endth...the Empreth dethideth to move all adultth off planet tho there'th no more rebellionth. That'th your legathy."

He's starting to get angry about this.

"You can't just tell me that and expect me to swallow it and accept it! I'm not going to go back and die like a cornered barkbeast. There's a way to win, I know there is."

Unconsciously, the Summoner lowers his head so the tips of his horns are pointed more threateningly at the other troll.

Why does everyone keep getting mad at him?

"That would be better than ending up like me!" He motions to his face, and that scars that circle his eyes and trail down his cheeks. "Would you rather die because you want equality, or do you want to suffer for thweepth and thweepth?"

He's almost snarling when he speaks, just getting more and more irritated. "You're not the only lowblood who wanted to change thingth, and dying ith better than what otherth have thuffered through!"

That gives him pause, because he really doesn't know what happened to this troll to make him so bitter. He can probably guess, if he's a psionic with those kinds of scars.

"I'm sorry you had to suffer for so long. This is exactly what I wanted to stop. And it's why I can't just accept that I'll be defeated. No one should have to go through what you have."

He shakes his head. He obviously hasn't realized who he is, but...But he's not really sure if the trolls who idolize the Signless have even heard of him, the psionic companion. The slave.

"I only thuffered tho long becauthe I wath thupid enough to fight alongthide thomeone who thought he knew how to make Alternia better. Hith plan backfired, obviouthly."

"He cared enough to try. There's not a lot of trolls out there who could say the same thing. I still want to try, I want to make things better for you and all the others like you."

He bows his head, careful not to hit anything with his horns as he does. He doesn't know how else to get his message through. Of all the things the Summoner can do, standing by and watching isn't one of them.

"That'th all well and good, but you...You can't jutht fight the empreth. You can't eckthpect to win, becauthe you didn't. Nobody ever will."

He knows that in a way, the Summoner did make things better, at least a little bit. Trolls like him could live with their lusus, they had a few sweeps of peace where they weren't treated like shit.

But how does he explain that? How does he tell Summoner what changes he instilled, and what changed for the better and the worse? He doesn't know.