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♑ Many small boxes and Maruzee
Who: Troll kids and anyone who wants to join
When: Saturday, May 26, in the early afternoon
Where: The Land of Boxes and Joy
Style: Whichever.
Status: Open, feel free to threadjack and use it as a general mingling log.
[Boxes. Boxes! So many boxes.
Gamzee knows how these boxes got here --miracles!-- and for what reason --mating! cause that is what all animals on tv do when they come together in large groups which clearly means that in a few weeks they will hear the pitter-patter of little matchboxes-- but he has no idea what he is doing. Well. He is building. Duh. But he has no idea what it will be. He figures the boxes will just let him know once he is done building. So far he's got a stack of boxes put together in the centre and the starts of a haphazard wall surrounding them. Could be anything really.
But it is totally a boxfort.]
When: Saturday, May 26, in the early afternoon
Where: The Land of Boxes and Joy
Style: Whichever.
Status: Open, feel free to threadjack and use it as a general mingling log.
[Boxes. Boxes! So many boxes.
Gamzee knows how these boxes got here --miracles!-- and for what reason --mating! cause that is what all animals on tv do when they come together in large groups which clearly means that in a few weeks they will hear the pitter-patter of little matchboxes-- but he has no idea what he is doing. Well. He is building. Duh. But he has no idea what it will be. He figures the boxes will just let him know once he is done building. So far he's got a stack of boxes put together in the centre and the starts of a haphazard wall surrounding them. Could be anything really.
But it is totally a boxfort.]
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[Disciple falls back into the role of storyteller, something she hasn't done in sweeps. As she speaks she is filled with a sense of right, telling stories is something she was meant to do. She smiles as begins.]
The story begins with a young greenblooded troll, barely older then a wriggler. This young troll had a name, one that has been forgotten... to time, and to her... [This bugged her more then she cared to admit. Telling the story in the third person would make this easier, almost as if it was someone else.] Later on, this troll will be known as the Disciple, so that is what we will call her.
Now, the Disciple was different from those around her. For you see, she did not immediately distrust those around her, like most trolls are taught. She liked having fun, and tried to make friends with everyone around her. Unfortunately for her, most of the trolls around her were caught up their rankings due to the color of their blood. Disciple thought this was all rather silly, and made the mistake of trying to let others know what she thought.
This ended up with the Disciple getting badly hurt numerous times, and even almost killed. She was a laughingstock for all the other trolls that lived around her. They would call her names, throw things and many other bad things. The worst was the trolls that outright ignored her, treating her as if she just didn't exist. It was really hard for her to try to make people happy if they didn't to acknowledge she even existed.
So as time went by, she learned the hard way that she had to hide what she truly thought; what made her happy. So she hid who she was and pretended to care about blood colors, and castes. She pretended to look down on the 'lowbloods' and showed favor to those of higher station. She stopped caring about others happiness, and finally she fit in. The Disciple could get by with nobody hurting her, they left her alone for the most part.
So she went on like this for most of her formative sweeps, and eventually the she that she was pretended to be started to become the real her. Disciple learned to hate herself, and those around her. She even lashed out and hurt a 'lowblood' for not showing her proper respect. She had become a product of her environment. She was surviving but at what cost? She was miserable every day, this hatred began to fester in her and she began to take her anger out on herself and others around her.
This downward spiral would have consumed her, my little hunter, if not for the rumors that began to spread. Talk had arisen of a mutantblood who was spreading radical thoughts and Ideas. Her curiosity peaked, the Disciple looked into it, and found that he spoke of a world free from anger, conflict and blood castes. She laughed, as did those around her, but his words resonated in her, reminding her of who she truly was.
It took a little time, but soon she had gathered what mattered to her most and stole away from her hive, seeking the troll whose words had inspired her. She would give up everything of her old life to go and track him down, there would be no turning back. But she had to, she feared what would become of her more if she stayed, then if she left.
It took almost half a sweep for her to finally track him down. It had been a long, dangerous trek, and it was finally at its end. Her hopes were fulfilled. This troll, Signless as he was to be known, was everything the rumors had said, and more. Here was this kind, compassionate troll who cared about everyone equally. He allowed me to join him, following his teachings. And I...[Her voice grows a little distant.] Wrote them down.
There is much more to that story, little hunter; what happens after, more of what happened while I was growing. Even the story of how Signless and I fell in love. But there will be time for that later...
[The Disciple continued to groom the little one during the story, finally finishing and just petting her as she spoke. Talking about this certainly rekindled a need to learn more. She vowed to find a way of recovering her lost memories.]
I hope I wasn't too rusty. Did you enjoy the story, little hunter?
lskdja I lost this notif somehow
She felt so bad for her having lived such a harsh life though - she hadn't realized how easy she had it by comparison. She hugs her tight once she's done, glad that the tale ended on a happy note, even though she knows things did turn sad again for them later on.
But they're here together now, right? And that was the important thing, like her and Equius and Tavros being here and together and alive too.]
I did! It's an amazing story! You're amazing, Disciple!
Its cool, sorry about the wall of text, lol
Thank you. Half the telling of a story is the audience, and you made a wonderful listener. I will have to tell you more when I feel up to it. Maybe even to others as well. Oh! that reminds me, Lysunder recommended something. He said we should make drawings together; I thought it was a fantastic idea.
wall of awesome, you mean :)
I love listening! It's even more fun than being the one to tell the stories! And yes yes, I'd love to hear more, and purrhaps Gamzee would like to come listen too, and Tavros - lots of us!
He did?! Ohhh, you're right, it's a purrfect idea! We'd make the best drawings together!
Awww yeah. [Rock guitar solo]
[Her petting stops, her tone grows deadpan serious. Though if Nepeta could see the Disciple's face she'd she it plastered with a huge grin.]
... When do I meet your Matesprit?
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[Nepeta's mouth forms a wide OHHH and she blushes green.]
Oh my paws, you haven't met him yet? Oh no! Then you really have to come over!
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Of course, little one. We will go and see him, and your drawings. I quite look forward to it... I need to make sure he's good enough for my little hunter!
[Silly grin still on her face, she delivers that little comment in jest and starts tickling the young greenblood.]
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[She squeals, and tries to escape! Oh no, the dreaded tickle-attack!]
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Then I look forward to testing the mettle of his hugs. I'm quite a connoisseur, you see. [She laughs.]
[The box was fun, but its time was coming to an end. They had been in here for quite awhile; Disciple was going to have to extricate herself before her muscles decide to stage a revolt.]
Kidding aside, I do look forward to meeting him. But as for now, poor Disciple needs to remove herself from the box; She could use a good stretch.
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We have to get out again? [She looks sad at this but wraps her arms aroundher neck, clearly willing to be carried away once Disciple leaves too.]
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[She laps at her face affectionately. Where her mama cat goes, she goes too!]
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[Getting out of the box with her bundle was a bit of a challenge, but her flexibility helped with that endeavor. Now freed of the box, she maneuvered the kitty-troll around to sit on her shoulders as she stretched her legs.]
[Feeling better about her muscles, Disciple started on the path back into the city. She got about ten feet away before she stopped, flashing a impish smile at her passenger. Returning to their home for the last part of the day, Disciple bent carefully down and retrieved the box they had stayed in. Holding the cuddle-box she once again started back into down, this time heading for the Holy Bros. Hive.]
We'll just save this for later.
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Yes! Oh, yes, yes! We'll make Signless get in too! And Mister Psii! And we'll have alll the cuddles!
[There aren't enough cuddles in the world!!] I love you, Disciple, you're the furry bestest.
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And I love you too, Nepeta. You are... one of the best things to ever happen to me. I'm glad this place gave us the chance to have our 'family'.
[Family: A human construct. The sheer concept was so strange and yet so perfect... and she enjoyed every minute of it.]
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