vatheon | Let there be, let there always be

Who: Signless and various campers
When: five days after drowning, early afternoon
Where: the Plaza
Style: action jackson
Status: semi-open to close CR; the video part is open to everyone!

Signless is dreaming. He's dreaming, and it's beautiful. He's surrounded by the neverending light, surrounded and engulfed by it, but there is no fear. How can he be afraid when surrounded by such vast, indescribable beauty?

Nor is he alone; he can feel them with him, all the friends he's known and lost along the way. Sometimes they stay beside him for a time, dancing next to him and sharing a beam of light; others slip past shyly, brushing against him and then disappearing. Disciple is there, and Lulu as well, and if Psii were there with them, they would be complete.

But the light begins to fade, and though he is sorry to lose it, he understands. It's not his time, not yet his turn, and he sinks willingly into the darkness, watching the neverending light as it retreats and glimmers into nothingness.

He opens his eyes.

It doesn't take him long to recognize the dome above Vatheon, and he sits up, looking around him. He's not surprised to see that some of his friends have gathered there with him.

"Hey. What's going on?"

~*~A few hours later, open to everyone!~*~

[The video feed clicks on, and there's Signless, brought back by Vatheon's miracles. He's sitting somewhere with his back to the bubble, tropical fish swimming and darting behind him, and someone has taken the time to weave him a crown of flowers, which almost completely hides his nubby horns. His expression is serious, as is his voice.]

Vatheon, I am back. I'm aware that there has been some fighting and violence regarding my death. Let me say, here and now, that what happened was an accident. Dualscar did nothing wrong, and should not have been held responsible. Anyone who would further trouble him about these happenings should first come and see me, because if anyone persists in bothering him will find they have a problem with me as well.

Leave him alone.

But yes, I am back. I missed you, Vatheon, and I'm very grateful to have another chance to be with you all.

[He looks into the video feed, like he wants to say more, then shuts it off.]

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You're a motherfucking force of nature, you all know that?

[Oh wow. Haven't talked to this guy in awhile.]

I've been told that, yes.

[He settles back comfortably in his seat, where ever he may be, facing the camera which appears to be propped up somewhere so that his hands are free.]

But it's not so much your motherfucking self that all makes you seem so powerful, you know? It's your influences, all them motherfucking believers all up and following you around like it'll all do them any good. Like they believe so motherfucking hard that you'll deliver them from their old lives back in whatever motherfucking universe they all crawled in from.

They didn't all come with you, no, the more level-headed of your little motley crew is motherfucking assembled here and all the more powerful ones at that. And THAT'S what all makes you such a motherfucking force to be all reckoned with: The motherfuckers all surrounding you. That's what I thought when you were first all trussed up and poked and prodded the mother fuck at on the execution platform.

[He seems to take a breath, contemplating something.]

[Signless listens, tilting his head and considering everything the Grand Highblood is saying.]

Maybe. We do have a common belief and goal that unites us, which gives us strength. I'm only the mouthpiece for such.

Yeah, yeah, you're just all a small piece of the motherfucking picture. Important though, right, motherfucker? For this... [He gestures vaguely with his hands, lips pursed as he tries to think of a word--] ...semblance of a motherfucking new ways of living for our kind.

I suppose. [Signless is almost afraid to ask his next question, but goes for it anyway.] What do you think? Of the message and this new way of living?

[A sudden frown, arms falling down to his sides.]

It all hinders a brother from doing what he all motherfucking feels is right all up in his blood pusher, motherfucker. See what I'm all doing here? I'm motherfucking having a casual conversation with a motherfucker I all up and watched die like a motherfucking dog all those sweeps ago. Smile on my face and everything.

[He chuckles.] Good times.

[Signless listens awfully calmly, considering the Grand Highblood is talking about his torture and death.]

Does that make you happy, being an agent of destruction and fear?

Doesn't just all go and make a brother happy! Shit, I ain't all motherfucking two-dimensional. Now that's just motherfucking straight up rude. There's all kinds of feelings, fucking believe it or not, when you're getting your business down with the coming of the Vast Honk, motherfucker! There's motherfucking sorrow, happiness, rage, and--

[He counts down on his fingers, getting pretty worked up about this conversation. It's been a while since he's just talked with anyone, and for some weird reason, he found conversations like this pretty invigorating no matter who he was speaking with. Then he smirks, heh.]

--a little something something down in the motherfucking southern region too, if you all know what I motherfucking mean.

[He shrugs, grinning slightly, but then quickly waves his hand at him and back to frowning.]

But this...place just all up and crushes a brother's spirits. This ain't no motherfucking way for a troll to live, all parading around and preaching the good old message of motherfucking Peace and Freedom, when it's all just a disguise for the motherfucking City of Vatheon's anarchy! In the end, motherfuckers are bound to cross some lines, if you know what I'm all saying at you here. People talk, motherfucker. They get fucked up, too. So why fight it? Let's just all up and do what motherfucking feels natural for us!

[As he finally seems to slow down to a stop, his frown transforms to a close-lipped sly grin, steepling his fingers in front of him.]

[Ewww, gross, Signless doesn't need to know about your southern regions, Grand Highblood!]

My apologies. I didn't intend to be rude. I haven't gotten much opportunity to speak with indigos, or followers of the Mirthful Messiahs, so forgive me if I unintentionally say anything impolite.

So... your concern here, beyond the emotions and feelings that you get from following your beliefs, is that people and trolls will cross lines and break the rules, and then there is no one there to punish or judge them accordingly? That's very interesting, and I can see where you're coming from, but there's a flaw in the argument. We don't all come from the same world, or have the same standards. What law and system of governance would you put in place?

[WELL YOU GOT IT ANYWAY!! Ahem, anyway, he dismisses the apology without even so much as a nod of acknowledgement, and pushes on through the conversation.]

You know, it's hard to motherfucking all say now that you brought that shit up. I get it. I can get my real serious understanding on about alien cultures and shit all getting involved in this motherfucking conversation. Can't say it's all the fuck about just us trolls now, can we?

[He taps his chin thoughtfully, staring off to the side. Yeah, he's actually really thinking about this and kind of serious about it.]

Something we once knew had to motherfucking stick, you know? Got to be all smashing some old rules and shit together and let it all grow with the wicked outside influence, like a bizarre motherfucking organic thing. Get the new blood pumping through it, the meat all melding the fuck together to create a whole new motherfucking life-form. It could happen, you know. A motherfucking system that we've never even all seen before, but with the elements of a similar system that motherfuckers are all used to.

As you can all tell, there's still some hashing out of details to be had, what with the limited motherfucking knowledge of said fucking aliens. These human types, you know? [He snorts.] It'll be all kinds of motherfucking difficult to find a way to govern the human motherfuckers. They're all like you, outspoken, out of place, and motherfucking bleeding hearts. Just makes a brilliant motherfucking mess all over the fucking place.

I wouldn't be opposed to any of that, as long as all the parties concerned were willing and we all worked together. Some of the humans are already adapting and using troll words to define their relationships, and one of them is going to tell me more about their justice system later this week. Clearly, if we're all thrown together here, we should come up with something so we're not constantly at each other's throats. What happened here was an accident, and troll business... but what will we do if a troll runs into conflict with a human? It could get very ugly.

[Wow, he is actually having a civil, rational discussion with the Grand Highblood. Will wonders never cease?]