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Date & Time: Evening, 10th February 3312
Location: Transport Room
Characters: Open To All
Summary: Everyone is brought into the transport room at roughly the same time, in a great succession and flow of imported individuals. Everyone is being lead around in small bundles, or left to their own devices together inside the Initiative Hold.
Warnings: None.

Widespread and crowded, everyone is being transported into this unusually bright room with an efficiency that is almost horrifying. One after the other, new people are appearing -- being led, shown around and then ultimately abandoned with one final phrase; "Good luck."

The Initiative Hold is wide, like a small town in its depth and industry. You've received your weapon; you've got your keys, your netbook, and one of those robed strangers has shoved a small pouch full of what you can only assume is money into your open palm. You've been given an apartment, but where on earth -- are we on earth? -- is it? Your best opportunity right now is to mingle; at least, that's what everyone else appears to be doing. Those strangers in the robes have left. They're tending to the people who are arriving, one by one and in a quick procession. Energy bustles all around you, as you're strapped up with your sudden gifts and looking around.

Hey, maybe you'll even see some familiar faces.

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[Two is the perfect number of repetitions for anything, a certain bifurcated troll would have you know. If it were an actual questioned posed to be answered, which it isn't, and if it were from anyone else, which it also isn't.]

[Case in point: two repetitions.]

[By now Sollux has given up his sulky slouching against one of the walls, since that seems to have been taken as unspoken code to bother him by all onlookers, largely to his annoyance. Stalking through the crowds isn't much better though. The bulk is still humans. The faces are all those he doesn't recognize, nor does he care to.]

[Well, almost all. He's seen Vriska already and - again with the twos - he now sets gaze on Equius. Tall, muscular Equius about to sweat, looking half-awkward, half-imposing, all out of place.]

The bulgethuckerth in charge mutht be going out of their way to bring univerthally horrible people to thith plathe.

[No fond look for him. Instead it's all wry frowning, eyebrows set like they could fend him off with the appropriate angle, fangs ever poking his lip. He felt shitty enough already about the scenario without him cropping up; his presence only serves as a reminder of Aradia's still-too-recent explosion.]

[Yes, of course it isn't, no one asked you and surely no one of Equius's standing will. Conversing with your kind is pointless, unless of course it's to get you to get anything servile done. Since you, as in Sollux, is a disgusting pissblood merely awaiting his orders like an obedient lowblood should!]

[But at least know this, seeing one of his kind does perk the strong troll up slightly. Equius had just arrived and thus, had yet to set eyes on any other troll. Sollux, be him... annoying and loathsome-- if a bit ...lucky, that blasted yellowblood-- was a sight for sore eyes. Equius's ears perk when he hears the familiar slur of the other's mangled speech and even though he sneers in his direction, Equius feels some means of relief seeing him there.]

I do hope you don't mean me, you sniveling peasant. But good, I suppose I will excuse your extremely rude greeting if you would tell me this. [A purse of his lips, eyes moving about the crowd again before he looks to Sollux. Equius raises his head slightly, upper lip rising.]

Amidst these hooligans, are you and I the only of our kind here? Have you seen Nepeta?

Or... [He swallows.] Sir Makara?

[Fat fucking chance on that one, Equius. He's not looking to serve the humans here, but he's sure not looking to him as an alternate. He might help when it's called for, but he's no one's servant, especially not his. The 'sniveling peasant' remark gets little more than an eyeroll, regardless of how hard it is to notice with his eyes.]

Keep hoping if it'th what thtuitth you; it'th not going to change what I meant.

[If there's any relief at all, it's buried vary beneath the negativity of the moment, and not about to show itself. He crosses his arms, expression not budging from his face.]

Only Vrithka, for ath much ath I wish I didn't. Though they can have her for all I care.

[Think what you want. Just remember those 'powers' of yours aren't for you when it comes down to it. They'll serve their rightful purpose! As for your other impressive ability, such a thing has already served the lot of the group on the meteor. See? A servant to the end.]

[He'll just ignore the first comment completely because really, why bother. More important things to attend to.]

Hmm... Serket. At least whatever this 'initiative' is, decided to bring useful trolls here. [A pause, hand moving to curl fingers about his chin for a moment.]

Extend the rest of your knowledge to me. About this place, these people. The information given was meager and not at all helpful. My exit from this place is mandatory and needs to occur as soon as possible.

[All what he's done only occurred because he decided to do it. He is sacrificial in life and purpose, having died once and fated to die yet again before that role may end, but he does it under the mantle of his own will. Even if that won't be so easy here.]

Like I thaid, they can have her.

[A dismissive gesture. He really couldn't care less. But when the... not a question, but a demand comes, Sollux raises an eyebrow. Is that how it's going to be? No, of course it is when it's him.]

Okay, here'th the deal. One, you're a douche. Two, thuck my bulge.

[His own will, yes, the will of a servant wanting to serve. Good to see you know your place in the world, Sollux. That's very important. Even if you don't act like you know your place. Equius growls low, lifting his upper lip again. Sollux really should show some respect for Serket. She may be worse than Equius by a little, but she was by far better than this yellow blood.]

You should- [Hears the next of Sollux's words and hitches for a moment, eyebrows furrowing.]

Must you use such vulgarity? [A huff, removing a towel from his sylladex and pressing it to the back of his neck. Equius takes a breath, looking away for a moment. He had just been ordered by Karkat of all people. Already a little riled up. He didn't need some inferior plebeian speaking to him with such a vile vocabulary on top of that, and...well, on all of this. Even if the other's ridiculous speech impediment made everything he said sound moronic to some degree. It'd be endearing if it wasn't a reminder of their race's rare bitching mishaps.]

Now then, try that again. I'll humble myself to ask this of you this time, since this is extremely important.

Yep, it'th one of the ruleth here. Tholluckth Captor mutht be a vulgar, dithrethpectul little shit to any and all who thpeak to him, and complaintth are to be thent to the management becauthe he couldn't give lethh of a fuck.

[Go stuff your semantics up your ass while you're at it. And respect Vriska? After what she made him do? Hah.]

[Seeing Equius retrieve a towel, though, he backs away, lip curling. Sweating already - figures, but he doesn't want to be near him while he does.]

You think if I knew a way out I'd be thtanding here talking to you? Headth up: no way in hell. And if I even had a plan I wouldn't be inviting you along for it.

[A snort, shrugging his shoulders and flicking his hair to the side and over his shoulder.]

Well, honestly, what more can I expect for the likes of you? Even if I despise such talk, it is reserved for your end of the hemospectrum.

[A little more attention to his neck and collar with the towel before it disappears into his sylladex again. Equius sighs, adjusting and tightening his fingerless gloves before he looks back to Sollux.]

Ah, so proving yourself useless already... Either way, I must get out of here and get back before something equal parts disastrous and exhilarating happen. Which reminds me, weren't you unconscious?

Edited 2012-02-10 14:07 (UTC)

[Sollux raises one eyebrow to that.]

Tell that to Vrithka, Gamthee, and Eridan. Even FF'th not clean if you thwap the glubth for what she meanth.

[That look dissolves with the question, eyebrow lowering to knit with its companion, mouth twisting to a different shape.]

No. Why would I be unconthiouth? You weren't even in the main room then. P-Ethh, I'm only uthelethh becauthe you're a dickbag.

I'd like to tell something to the Highblood once I find him. As for Eridan, I- [He stops, his throat catching, eyebrows weary. Dear god, why did Eridan always make him anxious, even when the mere subject of him is brought up. So many... uncomfortable moments.]

[Equius grinds his teeth for a moment, calming down before speaking again.]

Anyway. You seemed to be unconscious as a result of something that perhaps led to the death of three of our group, and a lost fourth. Though, all of this was told to me by Vantas, so take it as you will-- And dangit, Captor, enough with ill placed name calling.

[Well that sure sounds odd. Something gross, he's sure, and he definitely doesn't want to hear it, so he lets the subject go. That and there's a more important subject at hand now. One that, once explained, turns his expression back from confused to flat out disbelieving.]

Yeah right. I wath on the horn pile talking to FF, not even athleep, and the only one of uth who'th dead ith AA.

[A sharper note enters his voice at that. It's still a raw spot.]

If KK told you thomething like that, it wath only to methh with you becauthe you're a colothhal douchetard. I'll call you want I want, thankth. But even then I doubt he'd pull that kind of thing on anyone.

'FF', along with Maryam and the lowblood Nitram are all dead. They are the three I mentioned. [His voice is a little more growled after the comment about Aradia. How dare he even mention her.]

I doubt it was to 'mess with me'. Unless he was purposely trying to pin me against Makara. Again, which I highly doubt. Apparently the highblood as well as ...Ampora, both go on some ...rampage. Makara's being of course justified by his caste, but all the same crippling to the group. [A small sigh.]

[Sollux is the one she said goodbye to. He has all the right in the world to mention her.]

Okay, now I know you're thcrewing with me. Tavroth wathn't in the room but I doubt whatever you're thaying there thinthe I know FF and Kanaya were both alive. I already told you FF wath on the pile with me, talking, and Kanaya talked to both of uth a little before I wath yanked here. And Gamthee? On a rampage? Are you thure they didn't lobotomithe half your think pan when you showed up, or are you that dumb on your own?

[That is something they will never agree upon.]

I have no reason to screw with you. That would be either lying or joking, and I don't care enough about you to take the effort. [A shrug, straightening his posture.]

Everything I am telling you now I only know due to Vantas telling me and then promptly [Swallows, licking his lips.] Ordering me to kill one or both of the 'rampaging trolls'.

[He's getting more aggravated as they go on, teeth flashing more with every word out of his mouth.]

That ith an abtholute load of hoofbeatht shit. He wouldn't tell you to kill Gamthee; that thopor-brained moron ith hith friend. And for reathonth I can't fathom he'th on relatively good termth with Eridan, too, even if offing him would thave everyone a lot of annoyanthe. Tho either you are lying, or telling the shittietht joke in ekthithtenthe.

[Ignoring the shivers he gets from the other's obvious aggravation at his person, Equius shakes his head, taking a deep breath.]

I am doing neither. To execute the task of lying, I would have to desire wasting my time formulating such a foolish tale and it's components. And joking? I never joke. So, even if I do haa-- very much appreciate your titillating lividity, I an assure you, what I say is truth.

[Not even going to acknowledge the near-slip there, his concerns are too far elsewhere.]

My girlfriend'th not dead, athhole. If it'th not a lie and it'th not a joke, then for all I know it'th thome completely thick fantathy you've deluded yourthelf with becauthe you're a blood-obthetthed freak who can't get over the fact that not everyone matcheth your idea of who'th thuppothed to act which way.

[Equius swallows, his teeth starting to grind again as he watches and listens to the other rant in his obvious denial. Again... he... appreciates such emotion but there is nothing else to be said here.]

I... uh. I would suggest we discontinue this before I get far too anxious to continue speaking to you any longer... [His arms uncross, going to remove a towel once again and nervously press it to his forehead.]

Either way, believe what you want. Even with such... uh, results, I will not continue this discussion any longer. [A lowblood yelling at him about lying and screwing with him? Dear Mother.]

[Oh.]

[Oh.]

[Sollux's expression morphs from consternation to disgust, shoulders hunching up as if the grossness could physically assault him should he not take proper precaution. And while Equius's care with his towel at least removes the threat of stray sweat, it only further confirms the implications of his words.]

Oh my god, you thick pervert. Get away from me. How can you get off on thomething like thith? I bet that latht idea wath right. [And the thought makes him shudder.] Ugh.

Jutht--figure out the retht of thith on your own. I don't care. Jutht don't even pull that with me again or I'll blatht you through the nearetht wall for trying. And don't get off on that either!

[Excuse you, you disrespectful little brat. It should be common knowledge by now, from their time on the meteor, that such aggressive confrontations usually result in something like this as far as Equius is concerned... It's not his fault you didn't think of that! And not his fault his sweat glands are over active either.]

[Equius's nose scrunches, upper lip sneering as he growls in response, teeth grinding hard. The nerve. After after what happened with Aradia... Must the lowblood egg him on further?]

Again, I can assure you. What I say is the truth. I will not doubt the Princess's fraternization with a twit of your stature, she exercises the strangest of mannerism anyway. But from what I remember before being taken here is what I have said.

[And then quickly.]

And I am NOT a pervert! I am merely getting nervous... that's all. [A breath, doing his best to loosen his tensed muscles and return to the stance he was in before. Again his towel meets his neck and Equius takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.]

[Really... really wish Nepeta was here, a pleasant thought before Equius hitches again, teeth grinding.]

Blast me thro- Captor, stop with the threats. [Gasp. Don't get off on it you say?] If you don't wish to believe me then don't I don't care. Perhaps is Vantas shows up here as well you can ask him.

Edited 2012-02-10 15:24 (UTC)

[Well it's certainly not his fault that Equius has weird fetishes and a glandular problem. Not his fault he's an aggravating pain in the nook, either. If anything his aggravation is totally justified in his own mind, especially now that the blueblood is being a totally gross pervert about the whole thing, ew. And hey, Aradia liked him first and liked him last, all without messing with heart programs. Eat that.]

That ith thuch pungent bee-ethh I bet everyone in the room can thmell it. And whatever euphemithm you want to uthe for it, keep your "nervouthnethh" the fuck away from me.

But it'th obviouth ath your towel addiction that we aren't getting anywhere here. I'm out. Don't ekthpect me to bother KK with thith shit, either.

[And if allowed, he turns to leave, muttering under his breath about stupid sweaty assholes who don't know when to shut up.]

[Make sure to keep those thoughts to brackets, force driving the other troll. Certain things being said would prove to be very provoking, and it can't be seen which emotion(s) will be provoked just yet.]

[Also, what was that about not knowing when to shut up?]

I'll be sure to bring it up to Vantas myself. I wouldn't expect you to put out any effort to solidify your extremely wrong beliefs on this matter. But being such a loathsome individual, I would suppose crippling denial befits you, Captor.

Farewell then.

[A swallow, aanndd, sigh, okay, feeling a little less 'sweaty' once Sollux is steps away. He puts the towel back once again and crosses his arms, now taking note to search for more of their kind, and perhaps Karkat. It'd be better to just have him clear this up rather than bicker any longer.]

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