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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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"It's a title someone else slapped on him after he died, you sick fuck," Karkat snarls at him. "He hates it. It reminds him of how he failed, you fuckpail. Signless is his original title and if you really respect him--which I don't think you fucking do--you'd call him by what he wants to be called."

Congratulations, Rufioh. Somehow you've managed to beat out the Initiate on Karkat's list of Asshole Ancestors I Platonically Despise.

"Maybe you should let him speak for himself, wiggler."

Karkat isn't exactly getting his point across well, and Summoner might actually listen if he wasn't... well, if he wasn't Karkat.

"I might not have been carrying on his message the way he wanted, but you're worse. I only acted on his words; you're taking them right out of his mouth."

Congratulations, Rufioh. Have Karkat screaming inarticulately at you. "IS IT THAT FUCKING HARD TO CALL HIM SIGNLESS, YOU PANLESS PAILSHIT?"

"That's enough now."

A shadow suddenly appeared right in front of Karkat, line of vision; if Karkat had any inclination to attack, there was a new roadblock in his way. A tall, blonde, somewhat sweaty and all too familiarly-shaped roadblock.

Jack, for his part, stared at Rufioh, a dumbbell in his hand.

"What's going on here?"

"This wiggler thinks more of himself than he should. Nothing to worry about."

He's calm talking to Jack, he really doesn't want to start trouble right now. It was more out of respect than fear, Jack was obviously in charge of something here.

"He's being a giant nooksack," Karkat says, jabbing his thumb in the Summoner's direction. "I keep telling him that Signless doesn't like people calling him 'Sufferer' but he doesn't listen."

Aside from the fact Jack had...absolutely no clue what any of those words meant - from both of them ~~well, no, wriggler he'd heard, it involved grubs and...ah, whatever~~, it was pretty obvious otherwise that if he didn't figure out a solution fast, it was going to devolve into something Peacekeepers were going to have to intervene in. And, regardless of his feelings towards the trolls, they hadn't exactly done anything other than be annoying and idiots. ~~And bite him. And scare him about their eating habits. And--~~

Looking back at Karkat briefly, he turned back to Rufioh.

"I've only heard of him being called Signless, if you're talking about the same troll." He did his best to keep his voice relatively calm, and more importantly low. "Maybe you should ask the guy himself about it, if it'll settle the matter to you. He's in District 12."

Edited 2013-09-12 04:02 (UTC)

"Thank you for agreeing with me. This oversized grub shouldn't have any say over what someone else calls himself."

Summoner turns quickly, forgetting that Jack isn't as likely to duck as the trolls who were familiar with him. Karkat will probably be able to get away with not moving since his horns are above his head.

"You moron," Karkat growls as he ducks, "he was agreeing with me."

And...well, Jack was lucky the horn didn't stab him in the eye. Which would have been rather gory and unpleasant. But, unluckily, the horn in general was a still little too quick for Jack to avoid.

"GHH--"

And Jack was smacked right side the head, behind the ear but good. He'd ponder what material troll horns could possibly be made of to make them hurt that much, if he'd not been blindsided like that. He staggered sideways a step, holding the throbbing area of impact, as two rather shaky Rufiohs stood with his...head? Back? Both? to him.

He was, at the moment, a bit too stunned to say anything about who he was actually agreeing with. ~~But he would have said he was agreeing with Karkat. Amazingly. Somehow.~~

Edited 2013-09-12 04:56 (UTC)

The Summoner is leaving before he does something he will really regret. Clocking Jack with his horn doesn't really count. If the Sufferer wanted to be called Signless he could tell the Summoner himself. There's no way he is going to do anything Karkat tells him to do right now.

"Barfbucket," Karkat growls, watching the Summoner ragequit like a two-sweep-old wiggler. Tavros was worth ten of him.

"Hnngh..."

Finally, Jack managed to snap out of his daze, feeling the ungodly bruise already starting to form. Letting out a slightly annoyed noise, he started to walk off towards the medical station for an ice pack.