[OPEN] June 2012 Intro Log

[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN
Where: Inside Shibusen - The Tour
Rating: Gen
Time: March 1 onwards
Description: Welcome to Death City! Ignore the sand.



It’s one of those days when the BREW starts making the weird energy readings it gives when about to pull people into Death City. Shibusen prepares the place as usual, setting up their tables, the communicators, and calling for the agents who kindly volunteered every time this happened.

Just before the BREW starts, however, a cloud of sand rolls over the city and covers it in darkness, dust, and wind, going high enough to envelop even Shibusen on top of its normally safe location overlooking the city. The alarms go out, the residents quickly retreat to shelter, and Shibusen...

Needless to say, Shibusen isn’t happy about this, and resignedly prepares the dorms instead.



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[scribes]

She gave a small of her head and a sheepish smile. Then, as she had done with Kid, tapped her neck and gave another shake of her neck. Fortunately she had caught on pretty quickly how to use the mirror--a very convenient device, it was.

I would be most appreciative if you could do that.

It was strange. She had not thought that the Highblood had heired a descendent just yet. Nothing that she had been keeping tabs, but typically such a thing would have been known, especially if he was at this age. Her eyes roamed him a bit, to see if he bore his sign on him.

[thehonking]

The symbol should be easy enough to see, planted as solidly as it was in the center of his shirt. What was fashion?

At her lack of spoken word, he tilted his head, honestly surprised. "Some motherfucker up and stole your speechbox. Shame, that. Motherfuckin' shame. Bet it's all kinds of pretty to hear." And maybe even lacking in puns of the feline variety. That would be something.

Her written response causes his smile to widen, which might not have seemed possible, and he holds out one hand for her to take. Hopefully she'll understand the gesture. It's not actually necessary, but since when had that stopped him?

[scribes]

This was strange, very strange. He couldn't possibly be older then seven sweeps at most. He looked, and was clearly descended from the Grand Highblood if his sign was any indication, and despite herself she couldn't help but feel...uneasy wasn't the right word. Nostalgic, she supposed. A little melancholic at the reminder of what had happened so long ago.

Yet thus far he was polite, and his comment made her smile a little. She takes his hand, not perturbed by whether it was necessary or not.

[thehonking]

Gamzee took her hand, then brought his other one up to his forehead. Closing his eyes, he swayed just a little on his feet, humming. Then he laughed, because none of that did anything. It was easy enough, especially with his meister abilities, to tell what she was.

"I know all what you motherfuckin' ain't, and that's a weapon." There was no sync there in the slightest, and he could match up with anyone, if only a little. "So I guess that makes you the other fuckin' one."

That was the great thing about fifty-fifty issues.

[scribes]

She tilted her head, regarding Gamzee as he did his thing. Just...what exactly was it that he was doing? As far as she could tell, nothing, but he seemed pretty sure of his analysis and she could see no reason why he would lie about it. Odd.

So she must be what they called a Meister. She still wasn't entirely sure what that meant, other than being the one who wielded Weapons. Why was this sort of system even in place?

She brought up her communicator, which she still held in her free hand.

Thank you for the information, but may I ask, how were you able to tell?

[thehonking]

The clown just shook his head, waggling a finger at her. "Wouldn't all be right for a brother to just up and share what all wicked voodoos he got, would it? A motherfucker's gotta have his secrets." For however long they lasted, which probably wouldn't be long. All she had to do was ask someone else in the soul perception area.

"You gonna be chill with your fuckin' position? Ain't nothin' all I can do if you ain't, you dig?" There really wasn't much all he could do about anything, save inform her of what already was.

[scribes]

Her smiled widened just a little bit and she gave a small nod.

Alas, I have failed to procure the knowledge of your talents. They will remain secrets for a while longer, then. She was only made more curious, but she only jested. If wasn't interested in sharing you'd leave it be.

Could I, however, know your name? Mine is Disciple.

[thehonking]

For the hell of it, Gamzee took out his own means of written communication and held it up with his name displayed across the front.

gamzee makara.
PLEASED TO BE MAKING THE ACQUAINTANCE OF A FINE MOTHERFUCKIN INDIVIDUAL.
such as yourself. :o)

"Maybe there's some other questions I could get with spillin' the answers to. Should a sister ask me nicely."

[scribes]

If there had been any lingering doubts about his identity, seeing his surname would have vanquished it. It really did make her wonder just how long she had been in exile. She really couldn't remember, but if the Grand Highblood had a descendent now it must have been for a long time.

Pleased to be m33ting you as well, and I do have one question. I'm certain you are busy so I won't delay you too long. I'm still a bit unclear on what exactly it means to be a Meister or Weapon, and why this sort of system exists. Would you happen to know?

[thehonking]

"Now you're tryin' to get all into the Death City mysteries. And why would you want to go and ruin the miracles like that?" He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders helplessly.

"A weapon is just all bein' motherfuckin' that. What else would you think a weapon to be aside from what all you use to bash a motherfucker's brains in? Or other similar such fuckin' means of destruction. Then you got your meister, the brosis what all makes use of said weapon.

"Pretty simple shit, sis." At least it was if you'd been in this place long enough. He knew the Disciple wouldn't have any knowledge of it, but that didn't stop him from teasing.

[scribes]

That was all there was to it? She wasn't sure why, but she had been expecting much more. There were also other questions such as what made a person a Meister or Weapon, or why BREW altered them to fit one in the first place but perhaps those questions were best left for another time.

Well if that's all there is to it, I suppose that answers most of my immediate questions. Unless there is anything else you think I, as a fellow troll, should know about this place.

[thehonking]

"As a fellow fucking troll, you should be knowin' there's a lot of motherfuckers here what ain't. But it's all pretty much chill, yo." He waved that information off. She was probably already aware of it anyway.

"Don't go eatin' nothin' what all shows up on your doorstep with no warning, you dig? Don't all know where the motherfuck that might all have come from." That sort of information was far more important. He was a regular good troll Samaritan, telling her this right up front. Now she'd think twice about eating some strange cookie that might cause her to hug random strangers for no reason. Not that there was anything wrong with a few extra hugs from time to time.

[scribes]

That thing must happen a lot of he felt he should warn her about it. It made her wonder all the more just what kind of place she had ended up in, but now that she had her main questions answered she was really itching to seek out the Dolorosa and this mysterious other jade-blood. Naoto had given her all the equipment she needed to trek safely through the storm.

She gave Gamzee a small bow of her head.

I'll be sure not to do that. Thank you for all your help, Gamz33. I'm sure we will s33 each other again, so until then, I hope you fare well.

[thehonking]

He saw her off properly by thumping his chest with one fist and bringing it out into a peace sign. That was one hot female troll, no lie. He had a certain amount of respect for anyone who could handle that much hair so easily. Granted, that amount wasn't all that high, but it was still more respect than he usually had.

"You take care, sister. Don't get yourself all fuckin' lost on the tour." Gamzee'd heard it was something of a mess out there past the city limits just then.