vatheon | Unwwelcome vvisitor

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Unwwelcome vvisitor

Who: Dualscar, Helmsman, and Signless
Where: Dualscar's apartment
When: Early evening.
Style: Prose
Status: In progress, closed.

Dualscar slept horribly. Without a nice, comfortable recuperacoon, and even having taken the blankets and pillows from all four of his bedrooms and piled them together, he still wasn't comfortable, and it took forever to get to sleep. And then he kept waking up from nightmares - not the usual violent dreams, but nightmares of a painted skull face and the laughter of the subjugglators.

Then when he woke up and stumbled downstairs, he realized he had no food in the house, because he hadn't yet purchased any. The appliances are vaguely familiar, yet frustratingly alien. And everything is horrible, but he can't leave the house to go shopping because the Helmsman and the Signless are on their way, and he's pretty sure he made a fool of himself the night before when he started getting really frustrated, frightened, and tired.

So it was a growling, hungry, snappish sea dwelling troll who answered the door at their knock, glowered at them and then glared at the Helmsman

"You. Get me breakfast." And then, to the Signless. "You. Come inside."

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Dualscar locks eyes with Signless and doesn't look away. That foul, unnatural colour all but turns his stomach. The little chittering of cup against saucer is a bell of victory to him, if a minor one. Signless doesn't have the stomach for the inevitable war that's to come.

He leans forward, taking his hand off of the Helmsman's head and gripping the arms of his chair. "I completely agree. There's no need for unnecessary vviolence. But the Summoner made his contempt for me obvvious in the first wwords wwe exchanged. I wwill givve him a chance to mend his tune, but you wwill understand me - I wwill not be soft on someone wwho has no discipline and wwill not givve his commander respect. If he wwill not obey me, if he wwill cause chaos in the ranks and endanger my soldiers, endanger the mission, then I will not tolerate it. Wwhen he wwakes up again, perhaps he wwill havve learned his lesson."

He leans back. "If you wwant my experience, you wwill havve to accept my style."

At least he's not touching Psii anymore. Signless is grateful for small victories.

"Then that is where we have a fundamental disagreement. The Summoner is a general in his own right, and I doubt that he'll willingly follow your command, especially if the only way you know to lead is through violence and the traditions of the hemospectrum."

Signless stares right back at the seadweller. Yeah, get a good, long look at those bright red eyes, Dualscar; let them bore into your soul.

"One thing the Summoner would never, ever do is endanger the lives of his men. Quarrels with you aside, he wouldn't put them in unnecessary danger to prove a point or to show off. Can you say the same?"

"Of course I can say the same!" Dualscar snaps, his shark's teeth clicking on the last syllable as if biting it off. "I don't care wwhat kind a experience that browwnblood has, it doesn't hold a candle to me. I'm just sayin' that if he causes disruption, I wwon't havve him. If he can act professionally - somethin' he'll have to provve, like evveryone else does - then he has nothin' to fear from me."

He sits back, grinding his teeth. Why does this conversation feel like he's trying to prove himself to the Signless, and convince him to allow him to act? Right, because the Signless is in defacto control here, something that Dualscar is loathe to accept or admit, but which is still reality.

He lowers his voice. "I wwill lead through competence an experience, an I wwill demand respect an obedience from my soldiers, as any commander wwould, hemospectrum or no. Military servvice is not like your touchy-feely crap, an if you can't accept that, wwell, then this city is not goin' to do wwell the next time there's a kraken an there's no cohesivve, disciplined fightin' force to oppose it. Despite wwhat you might think, in a city a this size, there aren't enough trained soldiers an people wwillin to servve to just go about cullin evveryone wwho doesn't showw me the proper respect. If I didn't recognize that, you wwould already be dead."

"Don't threaten me, Dualscar. I don't appreciate it and it doesn't speak well for your character."

Signless says that in a calm, measured tone, but he needs to take a sip of tea to steady his nerves afterwards. The simple fact remains that Dualscar does, in fact, intimidate him, but now isn't the time to let that fear overtake him. When it was just his little band of rogues and renegades, they could all fend for themselves, and stayed one step ahead of the Empire for longer than anyone could have imagined. But now there are the children to look out for, and the humans, and he can't afford to piss Dualscar off.

That, and he's met Eridan now. Thinking about the younger seatroll actually calms Signless, and he sets down his teacup and looks up at Dualscar, smiling slightly.

"I'll be your friend if you let me, Dualscar, but if you don't, then at least we can work together to protect our new home. It's up to you to sort things out with the Summoner and Darkleer, but your experience is certainly something we can use, and I believe them professional enough to recognize that. In the meantime..."

He gets into his sylladex and pulls out some fresh eggs that he brought from the supermarket.

"May I use your kitchen, and how do you like your eggs cooked?"

The Psiioniic had stayed quiet through the exchange, the only sign of his discomfort being the gradual way he seemed to pull in on himself. It wasn't his place to speak, and he is certainly reassured when he sees Signless hold his own so seemingly fearlessly. There was something familiar about the steady cadence of his voice and the sheer strength of will; there was a core of iron beneath his soft demeanor. It was easy to forget that.

The yellowblood sits up more, however, when the topic suddenly shifts. He tries not to glance back at Dualscar with trepidation that was too obvious, though it's a tough feat.

"I could..."

Dualscar snorts and sits back, looking at Signless through narrowed eyes. His fins are quivering a little with his anger and frustration, but they smooth out and rest against the sides of his head as he relaxes. Was that a yes, then? He supposes it was.

"If you thought that wwas a threat, you havven't evver heard me threaten someone," he says wryly. It wasn't a threat, as far as he was concerned. Just a fact. In fact, it could almost be interpreted as the opposite of a threat.

As the Helmsman looks at him, he glances down at it, considering. He wouldn't mind seeing Signless do menial tasks for him, and if he grants the yellow-blood's request, then he might wind up in a tussle over it, again.

"No, you stay here," he says with a flick of his fingers. Then he addresses Signless. "I prefer them poached wwithout a lot a runny yolk, if you're capable of it."

"Naturally."

Signless stands up fluidly, and starts moving towards the kitchen.

"Of course, if you want everything served hot, I'll need Psii's help," Signless says casually, almost as an afterthought, even though it's a calculated move on his part. "I only have two hands, and that makes it hard to get everything done at the same time."

Helmsman sinks back down on command, but his eyes track his friend's movement with an obvious concern. While he was well-trained to be properly submissive to the seadweller, it didn't just outright negate his feelings for his friend. He was just stuck waiting, watching and biding his time as he just hopes nothing goes horribly awry.

It was frustrating, more so than it was when he was alone with Dualscar and he really was coming to dislike it.

"Don't wworry, it'll be followwin you in a moment," Dualscar says sarcastically. He waits for Signless to leave, then directs his attention towards the Helmsman.

"Wwhy did he come here? Did he mention anything to you about it?"

"He dethireth to avoid negative relathionth with you," he answers promptly, if quietly. The worst part of all this, more for Dualscar than himself, is the knowledge that he really can't lie to him. Mislead with some effort, perhaps, but never outright lie--though in this case, there isn't any reason to do so right now.

"He would thooner have you ath hith ally than otherwithe."

Dualscar nods, looking away and staring at a point in the middle distance for a few moments. "The Expatriate is making me a robot, wwhich wwill act as a drone, and take care a my basic needs. No doubt it'll be wwatchin' me, as you wwould havve. In any case, I'm sure that's a relief to both a you. But you'll still come to me to check in an make sure you're not backsliding."

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Signless is clattering around and singing quietly, under his breath.

"Yeth, highblood. I will do whatever it ith that you require of me, I thwear it."

That wasn't strictly true, but it was supposed to be. He leans forward, eyes sparking faintly as he presses his hands to the floor. "May I athitht in preparathionth now, thir?"

He watched the slave bow low, then gestured with a hand. "Yes, you may go assist."

It was frustrating to have to play nice with these rebels.

Oh, good, he's just... getting right the hell out and into the kitchen. His pace is still the same, slow float powered by his psionics, but his heart is racing for some reason he can't exactly define. This was definitely one of the less enjoyable situations to be in, and he just wanted to please the highblood and eventually be dismissed.

Dualscar sighs faintly the moment the Helmsman is out of earshot, and settles back in his chair. How long is the Signless going to insist on being here, he wonders.

Signless isn't exactly enjoying your hospitality either, Dualscar.

For all his nonchalant behavior, Signless is very on edge and has been listening for Psii, and he turns almost the instant he comes into the kitchen. Crossing the room in a few quick strides, leaving the eggs cooking on the stove, he flings his arms around his friend's waist and squeezes him tight.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers into Psii's chest. "I'm so sorry he talks to you that way, I'll do everything I can to make him stop, this won't last forever, I promise, I promise I'll get you free, I promise!"

His breath comes out in a shuddering sigh as arms wrap around him, and he bows his head faintly in return. He feels just a little bit ill, shaky and unsure mostly out of concern for his dearest friend. He reaches up, touching the other man's cheek gently.

"It ith not tho abhorrent," he whispers in response. "Let uth thimply complete our tathk."

It is abhorrent, it's terrible, it makes Signless sick to hear it and makes him tremble with anger to see Psii groped by Dualscar. Psii is right, though; they just need to get through this, and then they can go home.

Because he's not going home without Psii. That is simply not a thing that is happening.

Signless gives him one last squeeze, then reluctantly steps back. "Would you mind making some toast while I finish the eggs?" he asks in his normal voice, returning to the stove.

The Psiioniic hums a wordless reply, quietly moving to complete the task asked of him. There really wasn't any need for him to assist in the kitchen, he knew, but the breather from the interaction with Dualscar was appreciated.

After a minute or two, he notes, "It ith worth it."

Everyone had to do unfortunate things for the sake of peace. Even if there was some part of him that found this uncomfortable, that didn't want to submit in the face of all his conditioning and training, that was suppressed by the knowledge that this could make a real difference in the safety of others around them. As long as Dualscar didn't feel provoked, there was still a chance for everything to turn out without violence.

So he would make his toast and allow Dualscar to handle him in that casually depersonalizing way without even trying to fight it.

Maybe the Helmsman is used to being groped like a toy by highbloods, but Signless isn't, and it makes him sick to see it happen. The Psii he knew wouldn't allow that, would fight against it, would keep his independence and sense of self intact at all costs... but this new Psii has a point, too. If he can tolerate being pawed and treated like dirt, it helps keep the peace, and it's obvious that Dualscar won't come to their side easily, so perhaps this is a step in the right direction.

Signless sighs, confused and tired and heartsick, and plates up three plates of eggs. He'd like to stay in the kitchen longer, if only to protect Psii, but he knows that highbloods don't like to be kept waiting. So, laden down with breakfast, he nods to Psii and then returns to the living room.

"Here you are."

He offers one plate to Dualscar.

It took all the willpower Dualscar could muster not to snoop on their conversation. He sat there, tapping his claws against the arm of his chair impatiently, straining his auditory holes to try to listen to what they were saying. All he could hear were noises, though he thought he picked up tones of distress from Signless, and conciliatory noises from the Helmsman.

He wondered if Signless thought they were moirails. The idea made him want to laugh.

With a polite inclination of his head, he took the plate. He assumed the Helmsman would be smart enough to resume its seat without his order, and he didn't look at it for now.

"Feel better after your chat?" he asked with a touch of sarcasm. "Perhaps you think you'vve figured out by noww howw to pacify me."

"We weren't talking about you at all, really."

As far as Signless is concerned, that's the truth. They weren't talking about Dualscar, not really; they were talking about Psii and his situation. Signless would feel the same about it if it were Dualscar or the Grand Highblood or the Condesce herself mistreating his dearest friends.

For all his faults and stubborness, Darkleer is easily Signless' favorite highblood, if only because he doesn't try to hurt Psii.

Signless takes his seat, and eats a bite of egg before speaking again.

"I see no need to pacify you, Dualscar. You are completely in control of your faculties, and if you were going to lash out violently, you would have done it by now."

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Unwwelcome vvisitor

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oh shoot sorry guys, I've just been slow to Psiioniic

<3

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Skip him for a bit, if you two want to talk, I guess.

don't worry, Dualscar's breakfast won't get cold, they won't be long! <3

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