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Open Log
Who: Orphaner Dualscar and YOU
When: Any time throughout the curse week
Where: Out and about in the bubble or the island
Style: Starting in action, but I'll follow your lead
Status: Open
[Dualscar's taken careful notice of this curse, and is pretty sure what it's all about - and that he's not affected. As a highblood troll, it would be practically unconscionable for him not to take advantage of this opportunity.
He may be deliberately visiting your character - if you're someone he knows - or it could be a chance meeting. Either way, he may be trying to ferret out information. Or there might not be anything in particular that he cares to know.]
When: Any time throughout the curse week
Where: Out and about in the bubble or the island
Style: Starting in action, but I'll follow your lead
Status: Open
[Dualscar's taken careful notice of this curse, and is pretty sure what it's all about - and that he's not affected. As a highblood troll, it would be practically unconscionable for him not to take advantage of this opportunity.
He may be deliberately visiting your character - if you're someone he knows - or it could be a chance meeting. Either way, he may be trying to ferret out information. Or there might not be anything in particular that he cares to know.]
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I'm your ancestor's moirail, and your matesprit's ancestor at the same time. That makes us somethin', I'm sure. Shouldn't wwe try to get along? I don't expect you to wwait on me prong an foot.
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I guess so.
[He's still not pleased, but he steps aside to let him in.]
Watch your horns because I don't want scratches in the door frame. Sit wherever, don't mess with my stuff, and Eridan will be back when he gets back.
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I would apologize if I actually cared enough to.
[There goes the curse again, but it would have been a sarcastic apology if he offered one. He rolls his eyes either way.]
But if that's how you want to get around my refusal to make you any, fine. Follow me.
[He adds a wave of his hand for emphasize, and if he'll come along, he leads to the kitchen. There he'll get out the kettle, tea leaves, and so forth. Once upon a time Karkat did learn from someone who knew his stuff.]
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You don't havve to be so fuckin' rude to me wwhen I'm bein' civvil, you knoww. Wwhat is it that makes you treat me this wway? [Even as he asks the question, knowing Karkat will have to answer honestly, he wonders if he really wants to know the answer]
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Rude is my default to everyone, particularly people I don't really trust. Guess what, I have reason! I'm not just a lowblood but an actual cullbait mutant, so trusting people is not something I do super easily despite the amount of friends I have. And yeah, you're my ancestor's moirail, but you're still the troll Eridan tried to emulate when he was at his worst, which I have seen the full fucking spectrum of. I'll give you that you aren't the complete castist douche I was expecting you to be, and you've actually been helpful at least once, but don't expect me to pretend to be all nice and happy to have you here when you're intimidating to be around, barring that time you were a seahorse.
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[What.]
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Don't wworry, kiddo. [He'll just... ruffle Karkat's hair, if he can] You're not the only one wwho's intimidated a me. It's nothin' to be ashamed of.
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Keep your prongs to yourself, asshat! What the fuck just happened? I didn't intend to say half that, and also, I would say I hope you drown on your tea but I don't actually wish you death.
[Pause.]
WHY?
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Guess it must be the fuckin' curse. Wwhy don't you havve a bit a tea, then, if you don't wwant me to to drowwn in it.
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No. I don't want the stupid tea.
[His eyes narrow a smidge, then--]
I want to know if I was right about you, with what I said.
[It's a gamble, but he might as well see if the curse goes both ways, and he should think Dualscar owes him after that.]
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Wwhich part did you wwant to knoww about. Wwhether I'm a 'castist douche', or did you mean somethin' else?
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[It's annoying to be this open about his worries, and he cringes about it, but there's nothing he can do. Curses are curses: they do what they want.]
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[Pause. Huff. He wanted to say "haven't been hostile", but the curse corrected him.]
And don't even talk to me about blood, not like that. You are not the fucking troll to schoolfeed me on what blood means. I'm the one who's lived with this color, so I know it better than you ever will.
[His eyes narrow, but this line of talk has brought an idea to mind.]
If you want to reassure me, try this. What, in detail, are your views on the hemospectrum and the value it gives trolls?
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I suppose I could indulge you a bit. Blood affects a lot about trolls, like wwhether they'vve got long livves or sea dwwellin' anatomy, or psychic powwers, but I'm not sure wwhat you mean by vvalue. Evvery troll is vvaluable in their owwn wway.
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You know exactly what I meant, you disingenuous tool. Give me a straight answer.
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Still kind of vague, but it's probably the best I can expect out of a presumably old as globes sea dweller.
[His gaze slips down, towards a cupboard door. He wants to keep being irritable and defensive, but the curse hinders that.]
It's better than you could give me.
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[He looks back. He doubts he'll reach a century, if half that.]
But... I don't know, I guess. I'm being stupid, because of course you aren't just going to roll over and say it picture perfect to my liking when this is a pretty big concession in the first place - especially for a troll who's lived three centuries in our society. You could have killed me, I don't know, ten, twenty, a hundred times over now if all it took was a sufficiently delusional human to do it the first time.
[He cringes considerably; he did not want to bring that into this.]
But still some animalistic part of my sponge hisses and squeals and tells me, don't trust this bulgewart! So maybe I'm kind of a tool, too, and I am already scowling mentally at my past self for even getting into this conversation.
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[He rolls his shoulders, irritable.]
Then consider the chance given. I am tentatively going to allow you to call me on my bullshit when I'm being stupid, but solely if I get to call you in turn if you do something that makes me leery of you. Sound fair?
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