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Characters: Signless, Disciple, Psiioniic, Sollux, Feferi, and Aranea? SORRY IF I MISSED SOMEONE
Location: The Ancestor Den
Rating: PG? Maybe a bit of language.
Time: April 25th-30th? IDK However long people want to stay, just use this a catch all log xD;
Description: With the arrival of a certain catfish, there are a lot of discussions to be had.

[It was strange that it had never occurred to her that any of their "enemies" might appear here in Death City. BREW certainly worked in mysterious ways if it thought someone like the Condesce would easily lend her hand to the war effort. She supposed she should at least be grateful that it had stripped her of so many of the things that would make her a dangerous foe, but considering what the Empress' mere presence could do to some of those she held dear to her, Di wasn't feeling especially thankful.

Given that their home was away from any of the free shelters where most newcomers resided it seemed the obvious choice to open up their doors to all those trolls who would be in immediate danger of the Condesce. She scrambled around making preparations for the large host of people they would be getting--thankfully she still had all the furs she had on her person upon her first arrival and they would serve as good temporary beds until they managed to get something better.

The couch had been covered in blankets and pillows, all the furs laid out before it to make a secondary bed. Drinks were pulled out in preparation and when the first knock came she quickly marched over, peeking through the glass in the center of the door before opening it up.]

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[ AFTER everyone is settled in and sleeping, there is one troll who is restless enough that he can't. being as quiet as he can, the Signless makes some instant tea, grabs a blanket, and slips out onto the balcony.

maybe it's just to keep a look out. mostly it's just to soothe his own nerves about the situation. Signless has been angry before, oh yes. this, though? this is completely a new level that he's never had to deal with and he's not sure how to quell it. it's a slow burning kind of anger and it flares slightly every time someone is upset by her.

and thinking about the situation at large? well that just is like tossing a log onto the fire. he's probably making a nasty glare into the night, but he'd still rather just sit and watch the night without disturbing anyone inside. ]

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[It didnt take long for Di to realize that Signless was gone. When she stirred into wakefulness, there was a moment of panic when she realized his absence---a scenario that had played out many times in her nightmares before. Thankfully she noticed his silhouette out on the balcony, and let out a sigh of relief, pressing a hand to her chest as if to soothe her pounding heart.

The olive troll drew a blanket around her, and futilely tried to push her bed head out of her face only to have it flop forward again. She made her way to the balcony, stopping at the door to call out to him so as not to startle him

Hon?

[She made her way to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind in a hug. She pressed her face to his back, laying a kiss against his shoulder blades. It was strange how even without looking at him, she could feel the anger emanating off his person. It reminded her of his last moments when that anger had near consumed him, and.she worried.]

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I didn't wake you, did I?

[ that's his primary concern, feeling her at his back. his hands fall on hers, giving a reassuring pat. honestly, Signless should have thought what it would look like if she had awaken to find him not there. how silly of him... ]

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[Signless you need to think about yourself every once in a while. -A-]

It's alright. [She nuzzles his back a little, before moving to be by his side, still keeping one arm around him. She looks at him, eyes large and concerned behind tousled hair.]

How are you feeling?

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[ he chuckles, shoulders sagging a bit. hiding from Di anything that he's feeling at the present is impossible. ]

I should be asking all of you that. Yet I can only feel my own irritation grow.

[ his free hand still hold that mug, but boy does he wish he could rub that growing sore spot on his head. ]

And it's very selfish, I think. You are the ones that got the worst end of it, not I. I should be doing more to make you all feel at ease instead of brooding.

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[Di wasn't sure she'd agree on that point, but it seemed a silly thing to argue at the moment, in lieu of other things.]

It's not selfish to feel what you feel. It's not as if we have any control over that, and irritation is perfectly understandable considering everything that has happened today.

But you've opened your home, you've cared for all the others and offered your strength and comfort where it was needed so you have hardly acted in a selfish way, either.

[She gave his waist a gentle squeeze]

Remember, it's okay to think about yourself. Healthy, even.

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[ after a moment of consideration, he removes her from his person. hikes that blanket nice over his shoulders and goes to sit against the railing, pushing the cup aside. ]

Come here. Meul.

[ as in come sit down between his legs and allow him to wrap himself around you like a giant Signless thing. ]

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[Di is all too happy to obey and she sits down before him, leaning back against her Kankri and resting against him. What a happy place.]

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[ sharing his blanket warmth... that and his body heat. he rests his head on her shoulders and just sighs. a coming undone sort of sigh. moment of showing weakness and his wariness. ]

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[She rubs her cheeks against his.]

Things will be alright, Kankri. She can't get any of our dear ones here, and Mituna is stronger than he thinks. We'll be by his side whenever he needs us--we won't let her hurt anyone again.

[Including you]

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I know. She has no army. No way to kill off the entire populace. No allies or anything of the like...

Yet she can still get under my husk. To know that she had a hand in your suffering... His imprisonment... And mother's...

There is an anger that boils deep within and I can't seem to shake it no matter how hard I try.

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[Her heart wrenched a bit, and she once again recalled his last moments when he unleashed that anger upon the crowd. She was glad she was facing away from him because for a moment hr eyes filmed over at the memory, but she quickly blinked the tears away.]

Give yourself time. Anger is not an emotion that goes away easily, especially when it is so justified.

[She bit her lip, thinking for a moment]

Is it make you want to act in some way? Or say something?

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I don't particularly like it. Reminds me of biting into something so bitter that the taste lingers in your memory.

[ he's no psionic, but he can tell when something's on her mind. his thumb brushes at her cheek, offering comfort for something he cannot change. ]

Meulin, I am not about to hunt her down. However, I do not believe myself strong enough at this point not to give into some form of confrontation if we cross paths.

[ a pause... ]

Surely a few missing teeth would make her less likely to grin, yes?

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[Aranea hadn't slept, though she knew that was the expectation others had for her. There was a lot for her to think about and up until now she had been the one providing insight and guidance. While that was beneficial in most cases, her worries were beginning to mount. From the day that she had appeared here there had been ever mounting problems. Worse, the difficulties of this foreign world appeared to be getting mingled into the ones from their previous universe. When she was a Sylph, she would be able to deign some insight in the complex weaving of actions and beliefs that thread into the tapestry of fate. Yet with the loss of her memories of the time before her death, the lost of her empathic sense, and the loss of her abilities as a Sylph, it was becoming more for her to handle.

It was time to open up.

Only a few steps marked her presence. She had her quiet way of sneaking up on a person. Unnoticed and unneeded, until she made her presence known.]

I think it's time we've had a talk, you and I.

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That sounds ominous.

[ turns to face the other troll. only polite. though, truly, the phrasing is making him somewhat uneasy. ]

What's on your mind?

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Only if you're uncertain of the intent of the other person. [She smiled a little, clasping the edge of the balcony.]

Do you remember the first day we met? Or rather, you met me?

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I am only uncertain of the content of this little talk, not of the person.

[ Aranea is a decent enough troll. Signless does not feel threatened by her presence. ]

Yes, I recall it. It wasn't that long ago.

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In our first talk you had many questions about me, or more accurately Beforus.

And how you could ask me anything you want if you had them?

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I remember. At the time I couldn't parse any questions...

At it were, I still don't right at the moment.

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Then you wouldn't mind offering me the same consideration?

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Of course I wouldn't. What's on your mind?

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Not Beforus.

Everything but, really.

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That does not really help me understand what you wish to talk about.

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[She smiled] BREW took more from me than my powers. It took away my memories. The time before Alternia. The time I spent with the people from my own universe. Their names. Their history. My history.

I don't remember anything.

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Are you saying that you do not remember anything before your game session? At all?

Have you seen someone about this?