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thecapitol2013-09-11 02:42 pm
disciplewhomsignlessloves) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-11 02:42 pm
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Since your history of silence // Closed
Who: The Disciple and Terezi
What: Speaking to the one Karkat was worried about
Where:Training Area
When: Today: Afternoon
Warnings: Libra Leo things though really none so far
The Disciple hasn't exactly sought the girl out. For all she does want to speak with this Terezi, she doesn't think it's particularly pressing. She remembers Karkat's worry that things would go wrong at the Crowning and Signless, sad but not scared or cautious.
So maybe it's fate that brings Disciple down to the training center when the girl is there. Chalk drawings litter the floor and the Disciple watches her for a moment before she approaches. She's not terrible, not great. Average. Not quite as good as her at that age--she thinks. Age seems so relative now. Everyone is young.
"Terezi, yes?" The Disciple doesn't kneel yet, hands open to show no weapons held. But claws filed sharp don't really make that as great a gesture as it might be. Especially since every inch of her, from her fur wrapped around her shoulders in shades of white, tan and brown and the particular shade of green her skirt is all give away whose Ancestor she is.
What: Speaking to the one Karkat was worried about
Where:Training Area
When: Today: Afternoon
Warnings: Libra Leo things though really none so far
The Disciple hasn't exactly sought the girl out. For all she does want to speak with this Terezi, she doesn't think it's particularly pressing. She remembers Karkat's worry that things would go wrong at the Crowning and Signless, sad but not scared or cautious.
So maybe it's fate that brings Disciple down to the training center when the girl is there. Chalk drawings litter the floor and the Disciple watches her for a moment before she approaches. She's not terrible, not great. Average. Not quite as good as her at that age--she thinks. Age seems so relative now. Everyone is young.
"Terezi, yes?" The Disciple doesn't kneel yet, hands open to show no weapons held. But claws filed sharp don't really make that as great a gesture as it might be. Especially since every inch of her, from her fur wrapped around her shoulders in shades of white, tan and brown and the particular shade of green her skirt is all give away whose Ancestor she is.