pythianjudgment: ([d] scent of despair)
Terezi Pyrope ([personal profile] pythianjudgment) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-02-14 09:43 pm

[backdated] The past comes back to haunt you...

Who| Terezi, Initiate, Cuthbert, and Karkat (But not all at the same time.)
What| Fun with wax statues. Terezi goes scouting for supplies, finds something else entirely.
Where| Sixth floor
When| Mid-Week 4 [backdated a little]
Warnings/Notes| None?

[Multi-purpose post, threads inside.]
carnagecarnival: (I want you to follow and find me.)

Re: For Initiate

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-15 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Terezi isn't the only one feeling the wear of the masks effects, but unlike her, the Initiate has yet to completely realise them, already a creature of rage, of impulse. He does recognize the effects of his voodoo however. Visions dance in the corners of his eyes, dutifully pushed aside and ignored for now.

He searches for... for... he's not sure. Maybe a kill. Maybe his moirail. No spirits around corners, something more than that. Not more visions.

For a moment, when he falls upon the wax statues, he despairs. But quickly he comes to realise these are absolutely real. Physically real. He can smash his club into it if he wants too. Them. People. He recognizes one, two culled tributes from arenas past. He stares at them all, the scattered lines of them stretching on and on, immobile. And through his mask, ticking down the last seconds on his voodoo, he can't feel fear off any of them- just one, far in. It reassures and unnerves in equal measure as he casts off the mask and presses on.

He doesn't get used to the statues. He swings his club every so often, taking one down. He almost smashes the head of one right in. But, he starts to expect faces, searches for them even. It's thank to that, that he nearly mistakes her for one.

Terezi stands there- definitely real, he assures himself- staring at another was statue. It's a troll girl, one not far off in age from the little Vantas or Terezi. A dread settles in him and he breathes deep, trying to settle the spin of his pan. He walks closer.

"SISTER?" He starts, watching her. "You all motherfucking right?"
carnagecarnival: (Forgotten language.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-15 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He grips his club tight all while he watches her hand slowly lower. He stares at her, glances at the statue, then back again. He doesn't loosen his grip on his club, but he does walk closer. To the question, he shrugs. "PART OF THE MOTHERFUCKING ARENA AIN'T IT? We all got a know for why all we're up in this wicked motherfucking business. ALL GOT A KNOW FOR THAT WE DO."

His clothes are still the same as he started with, pyjamas all too much like a subjugglator uniform. The sides of his face are crusted over with purple, painful looking welts beginning to form. His facepaint has started to smear. His focus though, is only on her. And on the one he nods at.

"Who all is that?"
Edited 2014-02-15 18:18 (UTC)
carnagecarnival: (I've been waiting.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-16 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Vriska. Finally a name and face to the shadow. A shadow that had been signless shaped and red marked, splits off into a wild haired girl with round glasses and light mutation in the eye, one like his arms or his moirail's eyes, that wouldn't be cause for culling. The plaque on the bottom gets a glance over too. She looks young. She doesn't look all capable the amount of motherfucking grief she apparently up and caused. But she doesn't come off as innocent either; she is a troll after all.

"DID YOU MOTHERFUCKING LIE AT TO A MOTHERFUCKER?" He asks after a moment, not looking at her exactly. She doesn't need scrutiny, not for real. He speaks calm, no harsh tones where he can help it. "I asked once if all you regretted the know of anyone. GOT THE IMPRESSION IT WAS HER. But the know of her ain't looking to be what all you're regretting, sister. DID YOU LIE?"
carnagecarnival: (The longer you'll haunt me.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-16 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. That makes all kinds of motherfucking sense it all does. And so he says, "Fair. FAIR THAT ALL IS TO BE."

Except in say every single way that it's not. He doesn't say sorry for the wound he digs into. But he is careful not to turn it fatal.

"What else all is there? IF A MOTHERFUCKER MAY ASK. If all she wills to tell."
carnagecarnival: (Inventions.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I DON'T KNOW, SISTER," He admits, frowning. "I ain't no seer of such motherfucking things. DON'T EVEN KNOW AT IF THERE'S A THING WHAT ALL I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BUT IT SURE IS SHIT AIN'T GO NO SCRYING UP INS." He wonders, briefly if there was anything- and what it might've been. He could ask, if he wanted, not that Kankri's here. But that would also require talking to Kankri, and he doesn't even want to think about that fucker right now.

"A sister had at for two paths. MAYBE A MOTHERFUCKER WOULD WONDER. Maybe he might get all to wondering. I DON'T MOTHERFUCKING KNOW, SISTER. All every single thing what all ever was seems like a damn good way to the fuck come apart. MAYBE THERE AIN'T MORE THAN TWO CHOICES SISTER. Who's all to say you ever had at for anything but two choices? WHO'S TO MOTHERFUCKING KNOW WHETHER ALL YOU DID HAVE POWER?" He says. He doesn't try to pull her eyes to him. He just shrugs. "Maybe it's set the fuck to be as it is."

And that drags out like so many knives. That drags out like organs from up inside a corpse it does.

"I can't think all at you'd have chosen no thing what ain't what a sister thought was being right."
carnagecarnival: (That you ever seem to have.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-16 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"AND WHAT THEN, SISTER. Got thought up in plan aside that jack shit else would happen?"

Anger. Anger he can deal with. It feels right. Rage makes sense. He undermotherfuckingstands rage. Not talk of choices and what could have been. He meets her rage with a chill.

"YOUR CHOICES. Your motherfucking selections all dished the fuck out. WHAT WERE THEY? Let all a sister in where she tears shit up, tears all like to be asunder and done the fuck apart? I AIN'T HEARD NOTHING WHAT WOULD GIVE TELL THAT SHE WOULD MAKE TO LISTEN. I ain't heard nothing what all would make to suggest you should give even slight consideration of motherfucking trust her. YOU LET HER IN AND WHAT ALL HAPPENS TO YOU? For that motherfucking matter, what all happened to her?"

He can guess. He can guess easy. But nobody ever said he couldn't be cruel.
carnagecarnival: (The longer you'll haunt me.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-16 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
With her, all the future illuminates real slow. One point, it's all dark. The next there's a demon. Now there's a demon standing over the body of his friend. He knows then exactly what the right choice was to be.

"IDEAS. Wantings. IT DON'T MATTER. You can intend all for something what ain't being for you, but if cost be of it- and oh, there will be motherfucking costs- it must be paid. YOU HAVE TO DO IT. And sometimes, sister, it ain't worth what all it be. YOU COULD BEG BUT IT AIN'T GONNA MAKE NO MOTHERFUCKING DIFFERENCES, DON'T YOU KNOW. Get your ponderings all strewn pastways but the price is the motherfucking price. THAT'S BEING IT. And one single living troll? THAT AIN'T NO GOOD FOR NOTHING. That ain't a motherfucking win. YOU GAVE HER A CHANCE OF REPENTANCE SHE WENT ALL TO MAKING HER CHOICE, CHOOSING HER SIN."

He doesn't sound happy but like fuck will he falter. Like fuck all will he bow aside for taunt of her ownself. He sees other faces in his mind but he won't pay mind to them. His tone softens, just a little.

"Why should you make yourself pay for it anymore all than you have? I AIN'T HEARING REASONS WHY ALL YOU SHOULD'VE CHOSEN DIFFERENT. Only hearing at for more reasons to drag yourself along for it. SOUNDS LIKE HOOFBEASTSHIT, SISTER."
Edited 2014-02-16 21:48 (UTC)
carnagecarnival: (The pull on my flesh was just too strong)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-17 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
He can't go more still than he's been, when she confesses what the other troll was to her. Stillness could hardly mean the same, surrounded by statues as they are.

"No," He says, quiet. "I GET IT. Sometimes they are..." Or one might think it, anyway. Out of some stupid thing or other. "BUT THAT DON'T MATTER. That don't matter at to costs and what all must be up and motherfucking done."

Fuck this arena, fuck what it's all done at to his motherfucking head. He looks away, almost thinks to turn his back to her.

"YOU MENTION A THOUSAND TIMELINES. That is a thousand times over where all I lead my moirail to torture. I KILL THE SIGNLESS FOR GOOD, FOR TRUE, AT FUCKING LAST. But I would kill too... every single motherfucker here... including you. A THOUSAND TIMES. That's how it up and is, there ain't seeming to be any other turn all spun the fuck there, no choice. YOU WANT TO SEARCH A THOUSAND TIMES FOR A MOTHERFUCKER WHAT YOU AIN'T EVEN KNOW ALL EXISTS, WHAT MIGHT NOT EXIST AT ALL. You can't. YOU CAN'T DO THAT SISTER. You will get lost in them waves and you will not find shore all the fuck again." He breathes deep. His eyes look for stars through the ceiling.

"OR YOU CAN WALK ONTO SHORE. You can scrape the mud and blood up off your feet. AND YOU CAN WALK WITH IT RUNG IN YOUR EARS. That's it."
Edited 2014-02-17 04:00 (UTC)
carnagecarnival: (Stay.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-17 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"YOU CAN WAIT FOR A MIRACLE," He says. "But I know you ain't want to do that."

He head bumps against his chest and she's right. He doesn't push her away. Head to center. His eyes close, shoulder folding inward. He drops his head lower and brings his arms up around her. He holds his sister there.

"PREACH," He says, to her, in response.

He waits for her.
carnagecarnival: (The mirror shows not.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-17 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs too. "Kidding a sister must make all to be. I CAN'T MAKE AT TO SING. Not all with what voices make to sound from he and what don't. MY SONGS ARE WAR CRIES. My songs are voodoo hymns. THAT'S THE JOKE." His brow is furrowed but he looks down with his lips tugged up, just barely. He squeezes her just a bit. It's an intimate position and he won't profess to absolute comfort, not knowing the eyes on them always. But he doesn't give them the pleasure of looking to the camera's. This ain't fucking for them, he gave good enough show with his power already.

He continues gently as he can, "Belief in miracles persisting here be a matter of motherfucking opinion sister. A MATTER OF MOTHERFUCKING OPINION THAT'S ALL LIKE THE FUCK AT TO UP AND BE. A matter of faith. AND FINDING. He's made all to find for some."
carnagecarnival: (I saw bright open common sense.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-02-17 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He pauses. If they ever seek to punish him, they might use this moment again. It stalls the words on his tongue, thinking of what might happen should... the almost inevitable occur.

But he always was a believer in miracles.

"...PEOPLE," He says. "Never had so many. ONES WHAT ALL WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN. Ones what are now."
Edited 2014-02-17 23:34 (UTC)

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