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[worldswillburn]

Date & Time: August 16, a few hours past midnight
Location: One of the Hold's training rooms
Characters: Kerrigan & Sollux
Summary: Two psychics meet and one of them picks up on more that they bargained for.
Warnings: These two aren't exactly the nicest around...

[Kerrigan would often have trouble getting a full night's sleep.

When you've been through as much as she has, knowing what she still harbors deep inside, any semblance of peace and relaxation is pretty hard to come by. Some nights are more restful than others, but even with Jim around, there's just too much to keep her awake. Dreams of what she did in the past continued to haunt her. There was regret, guilt, and an unwavering desire for vengeance. Even so, in effort to distract herself, and maybe tire out to the point where she could get some rest, Kerrigan opted for a very late-night night trip to one of the training rooms in the Hold.

Power was still so very familiar to her, so she gravitated towards that. It was quiet enough, making it easy for her to focus and lift the heavy training weight. No problem, Kerrigan thought to herself. It was hard to really be able to push oneself when she was as strong as she was. At the very least, it kept her busy.

It kept her from thinking too much.]

Comments

[biwinning]

I'd have to be dead or blind.

[worldswillburn]

What does blindness have to do with it?

[biwinning]

Don't athk me man, I didn't make the rules.

[worldswillburn]

Maybe not, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to change them.

[biwinning]

I can't change my genetics, lady.

[worldswillburn]

Maybe not here. I told you already, my hair wasn't always like this.

[biwinning]

Then explain.

[worldswillburn]

I don't suppose you've ever heard of the Zerg Swarm, and if you haven't, consider yourself the envy of everybody back where I'm from. In any case, the Zerg are known for assimilating most species they deem useful, all for the sake of their continued evolution.

That includes humans.

[biwinning]

That sounds like a pretty good idea.

[Were you expecting him to not think mass assimilation of species was a bad idea? Because his race is basically a more human-like Zerg.]

[worldswillburn]

[Trolls sure are weird...]

Most humans weren't exactly jumping for joy when they were infested.

And even then, most of them weren't fully compatible, which only left them alive for a few minutes, and that was before they were only good as suicide soldiers.

I was one of the lucky ones.

[biwinning]

If my race had their way, there wouldn't even be lucky ones.

You're saying your hair is because of your infestation. What the fuck kind of infestation are they doing, fashion checks?

[worldswillburn]

The Zerg may not be pretty to look at, but they're good at what they do. Making their numbers grow, conquest and evolution...

Can't help but wonder what's next for them now that their Queen's out of the picture.

[biwinning]

What, ith she dead? They'll probably just replace her. Or just fall to pieces. I wish our Queen was dead. Solve a lot of problems for everyone.

[worldswillburn]

She's still alive, just not in a position to give orders right now. [If only you knew.]

What sort of problems are talking about?

[biwinning]

Paralyzed then? That's messed up.

[Just... let him draw his own conclusions, Kerrigan. It's easier.]

Trolls society, ath enforced by the Empress, runs heavily on classism. Meaning my kind of troll and the types below me are bathically slaves to the higher class trolls.

[worldswillburn]

Classes? Didn't think there were places out that there still used a system like that. [especially when it almost never works out well.] Here's a question, how many of the lower classes are there compared to higher up?

[biwinning]

Of course there are. There will always be places that use that sort of system.

It's kind of segregated. The "low class" is like, three different shades of blood, like maroon, brown, and mustard yellow, plus any mutants. Which, lucky for me, I fall into the latter two. Middle class is like, shades of green. Lime, olive, jade, teal. Upper class are blues, indigos and violets. And then the seadwellers, are purple. Highest class. But pretty much unless you're a blueblood or higher, you're lower class.

[worldswillburn]

So the classes are set by the color of your blood? That's a first. [troll society sure is weird.] What about red blood? Don't you guys have any of that running around?

[biwinning]

[It sure is weird, indeed!]

Candy-ath red, like humans? No. We don't. Unless it's one of the mutants, like I mentioned. But they are usually culled instantly.

[worldswillburn]

You get rid of the mutations that quickly? What if it turns out they could've been of use?

[biwinning]

"Oh well" ith the general reaction. There's no such thing as "uniquely useful" in troll society. Chances are, anything special about you, at least fifty other trolls have. ...Except in really rare cases.

[Like him.]

[worldswillburn]

Doesn't really give much of a chance for your species to evolve. [you seem to focus a lot on that, Kerrigan.]

Guess your Queen doesn't want any threats she can't deal with.

[biwinning]

Pretty much.

She's a shit queen.

[worldswillburn]

No one around willing to overthrow her?

[biwinning]

You don't think attempts were made? Kind of hard to get a total victory when the enemy holds all the cards.

[worldswillburn]

Doesn't mean you should stop fighting.

[biwinning]

Wow, you're SOOOOOOOO right! The Lowbloods from the revolution totally should have kept fighting! You know, despite being all dead, maimed, and tortured into defeat! Talk about not trying hard enough, when your enemy is naturally genetically stronger and faster and has psychic powers that can mind control you into stabbing your friends in their sleep! Oh, and I forgot to mention can breathe underwater and live longer. OH, and have nicer health conditions because being a highblood entitles you to them. Yeah, fuck small victories like stopping slave labor from happening to trolls below the age of eight, why did those assholes who spent decades fighting just stop there?!

[worldswillburn]

[Kerrigan just stares and raises an eyebrow.]

Feel better now that you got that out of your system?

[biwinning]

I'll feel better when you stop suggesting stupid shit like it'th brand new fucking information.

[worldswillburn]

If it keeps you from going off like that? You might be on to something.