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[OPEN] April 2013 Introduction Log

Characters: Volunteers, Newcomers and OPEN for mingling!
Location: All Around Death City
Rating: Varies
Time: May 19th, All Day
Description: Welcome to Death City.

BREW doesn't think about kidnappings, activists or the hot, dry weather that hangs over the desert city this week. After powering up, giving energy readings on the night of the 18th that alerted Shibusen to new arrivals, they turn now to volunteers to assist in giving the newcomers the information and supplies they need.

Perhaps you're one of the ones who woke up in the Kishin Chamber on the morning of the 19th. Perhaps you live in Casualty Communal and were woken up by equipment transporting strange x-ray machines to rest in front of the building, prepared to scan the fresh meat and determine which are Meisters and which are Weapons.

Regardless, it's looking a little more like old times... let's give them a warm welcome, shall we?

[ooc: Newcomers! Simply tag in to any or all of the sections here and volunteers will pop right up to greet you ASAP! The last section is completely OPEN for newcomers, volunteers, or Guests all ready in Death City who want to come up and say hello. Have fun!]

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For someone how claims to know an awful lot about the Ancestors, he sure as hell isn't very informed on how Mindfang likes to conduct business. While he's rambling away about something that has absolutely nothing to do with anything, she's flirting it up with a civilian politely asking for a few directions while the slight of her hand has already robbed the poor man of his wallet.

He's off and leaving by the time Karkat can even come up with another retort to her actions that don't seem to ever make sense. (Or do they?) "If you're done scolding me, which is much more than I should allow you to get away with, this housing situation is due northeast and I've got a few....whatever this is for food. Maybe if you start shaping up I'll buy you something nice too."

There's a wicked grin painted on her blue lips that just doesn't seem too moral. "I'm not sure how the currency here works yet but I'm willing to guess 2,000 of anything is enough to get going."

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Oh my god. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He should have thought about this. Duh, this is Vriska's ancestor he's dealing with here. "Alright, fine. How do you suggest I fucking shape up?" He's already heading in the direction of the housing, because once they get there maybe she'll leave him alone.

If he's heading toward housing, she isn't following. There's a whole new city to explore and she highly doubted that following the procedure laid out for them to a T would affect any further knowledge on the place. With that much in mind, she smirked. "You can start by getting lost." No, Kartkat. Not how they were already lost, but actually leaving her the hell alone because she is having the hardest time resisting culling him right now. That mouth of his is not going to pose well if anyone high up on the hemospectrum that she is gets a hold of him.

He stops, turns slowly around and crosses his arms. "I thought you wanted me to impress you. I don't see what's all that impressive about getting lost." His eyes narrow. He knows what she means of course she does, but he has his pride, and god dammit, even if it will probably get him culled, he's going to stand his ground and at least fight back a little.

"Aren't you doing a smashing job at that." She comments rather harshly. So far he's managed to prove he has anger management issues, he's quick to insult, and he has absolutely no respect for authority. The last part doesn't displease her as much as the rest. One would figure this situation wouldn't phase her as much considering who her Kismesis is, but there are lines that can be crossed. "You are the most contradictory little wriggler I've ever run into. I can accompany you to this Casualty Communal and I do have the capacity to be courteous but when I see no benefit. As it is in this situation, I find no reason to entertain your company any longer." Oh god, she's getting wordy.

Though, for a moment, she just sighs. Why is she letting a kid get to her? This isn't like her at all. Something seems a bit. . .off. "On the other hand, I desire to keep you around namely due to interest in your knowledge of other. . .what's the word. . .timelines. I'm curious to know what you know, but I don't have a desire to pry it out of you if you insist on acting completely uncivil." There, that's a little better maybe. Get a hold of yourself, Marquise. "Now, are you going to calm down or is it best we part ways?"

[ooc: Throwing this out there, she's struggling with her Meister ability that she doesn't know she has yet. Her damaged soul perception is grasping onto the emotions of others and increasing her ability to 'feel' those emotions eightfold. Just thought I'd mention that. xD TL;DR she's on emotional overload and doesn't know how the fuck to control it yet.]

She's a lot like a combination of Vriska and Aranea when she's ranting like that. The tone is all Vriska, but her wordiness and the way she phrases things is higher brow than Vriska's normal language. It's equal parts weird and horribly familiar. "...Fine. I can be calm. You have a right to know this shit, even if I don't like it. I probably won't know the answers to all your questions, but I know enough."

_{[Poor Mindfang being around Karkat probably makes that ten times worse ahaha.]}

At least she received a level headed answer. Now she didn't know what to ask. This is what happens when she has emotional outbursts. ~~Poor Dualscar~~. "For starters, why do you know so much about me? You mentioned me being dead." That seemed like a good place to start. There's so much she doesn't know. Poor Karkat is going to be chattering for a while.

"Well, I know your descendant for one thing, and she was constantly blabbing on about how cool you were. She found your journals, and she used your name, Mindfang, as her flarping name. Before you ask, I don't know anything about the contents of your journals. Vriska just liked to brag about your accomplishments and shit. For a while, I thought she actually made you up. I didn't really believe in ancestors for a long time." Until he was thoroughly proved wrong by the appearance of the dancestors. "But anyway, I know you're dead because besides the Empress, me, and a couple of my friends, all other trolls are dead. Alternia's been destroyed. So even if you lived long enough to be around at that point and Vriska just found your journals and your loot because you weren't fucking careful where you hid them or you just didn't give a shit, you'd be dead anyway since you'd have no chance of surviving with Alternia completely obliterated."

Interesting; her descendent name is Vriska and she admires her? That's a big of an ego boost for the pirate queen. Leaving behind a legacy is something that she always dreamed of. She never wanted her memory to die and she wanted her life to mean something even if that influence is minute in the big scheme of things. To this, she actually smiles bit. That is, until he mentions the destruction of their planet. So whatever she left behind is already gone should she return after this war? What a shame. Though Mindfang tries not to show it, there's a flicker of a disheartened demeanor beneath. "I can assure you I wouldn't leave something like that behind without an intended purpose." She pauses. "What happened to Alternia then? A whole planet doesn't just disappear." Though she is not entirely sure she desires to know the cause.

"A whole bunch of meteors did it in, plus the Vast Glub. It wasn't exactly the greatest end. As far as I know the planet survived, but none of the inhabitants did, and it's probably not a place where anyone could live now. My friends and I, including Vriska were off planet at this point, so we all made it, and the Condensce was on her Battleship, which is why she survived." He purposefully leaves out any mention of the game, and the fact that Vriska may have gotten off planet, but she didn't make it as far as he has.

Truthfully, she would prefer to perish where she left her mark in history for the Alternians. What semblance of hope for her return after this war was quickly snuffed out by harsh reality. Should she return to her timeline she faces death. At least in that aspect she could have died without this sudden heavy weight on her shoulders. Part of this Marquise ventured to believe that if BREW could steal them from different points in time they could return to said points but there is no guarantee.

"Come, we've a building to find. We should be close." She ushers Karkat to walk with her, keeping pace to their destination. There is no purpose in dwelling on the inevitable. Mortality is a part of life no matter the fierce defiance to sate it without consequence. "It is odd to be told one does not have much of a future." She finally gets out passed her veneer of mixed emotions that range somewhere between indifference and insurmountable grief. "I suppose that makes the lot of you that survived very important. Make your efforts count. And when you get back, tell my descendent I said hello."

"Yeah, well, it's odd knowing you were never meant to exist at all. And we're all going to die eventually. It's just a matter of when." He shrugs, picking up his pace as they near their destination. "We're the last of our race. If that's not important, I don't know what is. ...She'd be over the moon if I told her that." Oh god, should he tell her? She's already upset enough, telling her might just set it off. He won't lie if she asks though. She has a right to know how Vriska died.

Forgive her, mortality is something she struggles with. The thought of her memory dying is not a fond one. In the meantime they'll pass though the outer edge of the Shopping District, the Holocaust Mall off to the left and the residential side of Death City to their right. By now it should be obvious where the Casualty Communal is given its large structure compared to all the other buildings around.

She smiles a bit, chuckling. "Learn to take a compliment, Karkat. I don't give them often." Mindfang isn't going to ask. There's only so much she can take all in one day. Displacement, death, and drama are not her favorite activities. "Or I'll start calling you little again."

He looks around, actually really curious. There's so much to see here. He's gotten so used to the repetitive constant gray of the meteor. He's sort of overwhelmed. "God dammit, I'm not even that small. And I just haven't hit my growth spurt yet." He's sort of given up hope of ever being the least bit intimidating, but he can bluff, because he has his pride. "Thanks for the compliment though. I like to think what we're doing is meaningful and shit."

And that's part of the lure in taking a detour. There's all the time in the world to actually check into the apartment complex and meet others. You only get to explore new places once so why not make the most of it? It is part of the reason she chose piracy in the first place; there's always the prospect of a new idea. "Alright, alright. I'll give you this much; I don't have to bend over too much to be at eye level." She snickers, weaving passed another business, trying not to get bumped by the horde of people walking passed.

"Is that supposed to be sarcastic?"

He has the horrible urge to stick out his tongue at her but he refrains because no that's going to give her way more fuel then she needs. Instead, he just glares at him. "Asshole." He's a little shocked by just how many people are around, and his pace slows a little as he stares at the sheer amount of them.

"Maybe. What's it to you?" He's not even sure himself. Maybe it would be meaningful, if they managed to beat English. A new life, a new chance to start over. If they don't, then they'll be forgotten, and they'll have accomplished nothing.

Despite Death City being in the desert, it is a fairly popular destination. It seems that whatever the people here had going was working. The citizens seemed happy (at least happy enough during wartime) and they had plenty of newcomers to keep them busy.

She takes the insult with a grain of salt. Her teases are mere meant as just that. That fact that it produces a rise out of him garners her amusement. "It's nothing to me granted it does not affect my future but its admirable that you seem to be inclined to finish what you started. Drive is important." It took another five minutes or so until they reached the entrance of the Casualty Communal. There seemed to be many others filtering in as well, all different but none quite as different as the two of them. She turned to Karkat, her hand retrieving the money she stole and divvying up half of it. Mindfang holds it out to him. "Don't go spending it all in one place, little one." Yep, he'll have to accept it. She totally digs this nickname because it gets under his skin. "I do sincerely hope you get back to your friends." And that he isn't resigned to a fate such as hers..

Did he just get advice, encouragement, and money from a high blood? A high blood that he's insulted and argued with for most of this conversation? What the fuck. "I know how to conserve resources just fine." He takes the money, slowly, waiting for the other foot to drop. There's got to be some trick here. "Uh...thanks. I hope so too."

There's something he's got to remember; Mindfang is a coveted kismesis in her time. Banter and insults were something that became somewhat of commonplace with her and she didn't find anything wrong with what she said. On the other hand, congratulations Karkat. You just experienced your first Mindfang emotional whiplash and survived. "I'm not so sure about that with a temper like yours."

[ooc: I'm fine with closing the thread here with a few more comments if you'd like. Or they can continue looking around c: I'm really up for anything.]

"What does my temper have to do with anything? Who the fuck gets angry and then goes out and spends money on shit?" He certainly doesn't.

_{[ooc: I'm down with anything. This seems like a good place to stop, but I wouldn't mind if it kept going from here.]}

A lot of people actually. Maybe Karkat is just an exception to this rule. Still she can't help but tease him. "I mean I can take it back. You don't have to have anything to start out with." She smirks slyly, tipping her head to the side. "I can always leave you with nothing if that's what you prefer."

[ooc: Well for consistency sake with Communicator stuff, we'll just end it with these last few comments. I'm sure they'll eventually run into each other again.]

"No, really, it's alright. You're being so fucking generous, and I would hate to spoil that by giving you your money back." No way is he letting her take the money this is free money.

_{[ooc: Sounds good! :) We'll have time for crazy long threads later haha.]}

That's what she thought. She smiles slightly. Mindfang turns back toward the city, much more interested in it than anything they may have to offer for comfort. She is not unaccustomed to life without a means to normal amenities. "I'll see you around, little one. Maybe you'll find some familiar faces." With that she's back in the other direction toward the Shopping District. A little bit of alone time may somehow console what information has been given to her. This pirate has an entire city's layout to learn, and many more customs to adapt to at that.

[ooc: c: Yes~ orz]

He watches her go, still a little confused by her sudden gesture of kindness. "See you around, I guess." He even forgets to bitch at her about the nickname. Once she's gone, he goes to get this stupid soul scanning business sorted out. He has time to figure out what to do with the money and to explore later. Right now, he wants to get shit figured out.

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[OPEN] April 2013 Introduction Log

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Right in the feels!

Oh, ouch. ;;;

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