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[devwocean]

Wwho: That big dumb fish Orphaner Dualscar
Wwhere: Inside his hive, apartment 1 of Ordo
Wwhat: He's been sulking for a couple of days. Probably no one's noticed. Wwoe.
Wwhen: Eveningish, I guess? Any time people want to come knocking on his door.
Style: Any. I'll start in prose, but follow you.
Status: Open

It had been a rough couple of weeks for Dualscar. Starting with his death, and then culminating with two people telling him in quick succession that no, it's not you, it's me. Not that he really even wanted either of them. He'd just been giving them a chance, being nice. Anyway, he had Mindfang back, though she seemed far more interested in doing just about anything but spending time with him.

More importantly, he wasn't going anywhere near her while that stupid thought bubble was still floating around beside his head. His thoughts were far too black, too preoccupied with things he'd rather she not know about, not ever, like jadeblood slaves.

It was his lot to be alone, that's all. So he'd spent the last couple of days holed up in his hive, watching stupid television and reading books and sulking in the spa and wishing that the Condesce were here. She cared for him. She'd have made him feel better.

Weh.

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[ex_fintastic398]

[ She's no Condesce, but there does come a knock at the front door, courtesy of one small Heiress. She carries with her a big soap bubble-like ball that swirls inside with sparks of red and blue and occasionally purple, the rest swirling in a haze of black and navy, ebbing and flowing rhythmically. Hazy images flash through in relatively rapid succession-- cuttlefish, a tarantula, Vriska, Eridan, a tub of ice cream, a snowy landscape that looks somewhat off-- all cycling through her rapid train of thought as it bounces from one thought to the next, waiting.

Once upon a time, a big fishtroll had offered her tea, and she has come to collect on it only just now, on nothing more than a whim. ]

[devwocean]

[He might have ignored the knock, except he's expecting the Helmsman at some point today. He certainly isn't expecting random people to show up at his door.

So the Dualscar who answers is not quite put together.

He's not wearing his armour or cape, just a plain black shirt with his symbol stitched small on the breast, and a pair of comfortable, old pants that normally he would never be caught dead wearing if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't expecting anyone REAL to see him.

His hair is damp and hanging down instead of properly brushed back, slightly curling black strands framing his scarred face.

He blinks, then adjusts his gaze down, and blanches. His thought bubble goes white, then starts flashing through images of his own clothing and hair, as he catalogues how terrible he must look right at the moment]

Uh...Heiress. I wwasn't expectin' you.

[ex_fintastic398]

[ The bubble brightens considerably the moment he opens the door, fading into a torrent of red and orange and gold, and then becomes awash with deeper pink and purple shades. You don't need a bubble to tell that she's pleasantly surprised, though. The dressed-down look seems to appeal to her a lot more than it does him, the image going hazy as she notices his own bubble and laughs. ]

Hello! I hope you don't mind, I thought I'd come by and finally take you up on your tea offer! You know, from like... a month ago?

[devwocean]

Oh.

[The last thing he wants is to spend time with this wiggler right now. His mind - and the thought bubble - swirl in confusion and uncertainty for a moment, and then he steps back reluctantly]

Of course, Heiress. It's my pleasure to servve. If you'll givve me a moment, I'll change into something more suitable for entertaining.

1/3

[ex_fintastic398]

[ As if Feferi's mind theatre wasn't troubling enough, on one side she seems to have an elevated mental image of dressed-down Dualscar-- look, he's so handsome, he's sparkling. Literally. To the point where it is almost getting a little anime in there. The colors are vivid and warm and inviting. ]

2/3

[ex_fintastic398]

[ On the other side is dressed up Dualscar, looking a lot frumpier than reality, looking foreboding and cold and sour. And also greasy. Definitely no sparkles going on here. ]

[ex_fintastic398]

[ Still intermittently oblivious to the fact that the bubble is actually broadcasting her every mental image, Feferi just smiles pleasantly as usual as she steps inside the doorway. She does't even notice what's going on, made to look up unless she wanted to be talking to the bottom of his ribcage. ]

No! You don't have to do that. I don't want to put you to any trouble, especially when you look comfortable already.

[o8liter8]

Mindfang had decided her ship wasn't quite nicely furnished enough. Not that she expected Dualscar to come by this week, but she'd seen the way he'd looked askance at her quarters when he'd come by before, and it had made her feel so...inadequate. He was good at that, damn him. So she'd decided to come back to the empty, fancy suite, steal more fine furnishings so he would at least not think her completely unable to live as a troll with power should.

He really wasn't any kind of good influence on her compulsive looting.

Imagine her surprise when she jimmies open the window and climbs into the seemingly empty suite, only to find the person she wasn't intending to meet occupying it.

"...When the hell did you get here?!"

[devwocean]

Dualscar looked up when he heard the sound of someone breaking into his hive. He drew his sword and moved steathily into the room where Mindfang was climbing into his window, but then stopped and lowered the weapon a few inches at the sight of her.

He wasn't about to put the weapon away, though. This was his kismesis, after all, and there was no telling what she wanted.

He only wished he was properly dressed. His thought bubble flickered with various suggestive images, thoughts of her climbing in the window and finding him asleep and vulnerable. And...so on.

"You wweren't expectin' me?" he asked ironically.

[o8liter8]

"This place was empty, last time I came by."

She hops down from the sill, closing the window behind her and circling him warily. She sees those images in his thought bubble, and she can't help considering them, her mind straying to her own thoughts of teaching him his place, making him respect her.

But that's also swept away by confused mages of Dualscar, wondering what he wants her for, what kind of game he's playing with her. From her perspective they're not even kismeses yet, he's just playing with her. Images of Darkleer's bruised cheek, too. And what he told her- Dualscar being jealous? Over her?

[devwocean]

"Wwell, it's my hivve, and you wweren't invvited in," Dualscar says calmly, watching her circle him, smugness radiating from every pore at the sight of her wary confusion.

He loves to see that she wants to make him respect her. She wants things from him, still. That's perfect.

His smugness is shaken a bit by the sight of Darkleer in her thought bubble.

"So wwhat did you wwant, if it wwasn't to see me?"

[o8liter8]

"Oh, you know. Thought I'd case the joint. I've never been one for invitations, they're so pedestrian." She shrugs, casually. Her mind is racing, paranoid. Wondering, always wondering, what the hell he wants from her, and wanting to make him hurt for those marks on her old friend's face.

[zelda_hylia]

Though Zelda isn't exactly making a habit of being home these days (Zelos seeing her thought bubble is high on the list of "do not want"), she had returned to pick a few things up and spotted the Grand Highblood a couple days back. It's conjuring up some unpleasant images. Finally, though she's not sure her brand of magic will even work against this sort of threat, she decided to pay a visit to Dualscar. She might not have if she'd been able to view the post that told about the Highblood's pacification, but she can't.

She knocked on his door, glancing at the house next door warily as she did so.

[devwocean]

Dualscar might not have answered the door if he wasn't expecting the Helmsman to arrive with ice cream. He wasn't wearing his armour or cape, just a plain black shirt with his symbol stitched small on the breast, and a pair of comfortable, old pants that normally he would never be caught dead wearing.

"Zelda," he said, his thought bubble mostly only showing the static of confusion.

[zelda_hylia]

There was a brief flash of a window with someone hanging from it in Zelda's thoughts, but she suppresses it quickly. Forcing Dualscar to view his own death is not something she wants to inflict on him.

"Hello, Dualscar. Have you been well? I..." Well, there's no delicate way to put it, is there? She'll just be blunt. "I have developed a spell that I'm keeping on my house to alert me if I have any sudden... neighborly visits. Would you like it as well, while I'm here?"

[devwocean]

He blinked. He'd question why she'd want to give him something like that, but by now he knew what her answer would be. It didn't satisfy him - he didn't understand it.

"Wwell, if you'd like to do that, I'd be happy to alloww it. It wwould alert me, though, right?"

[zelda_hylia]

Zelda smiled and nodded, holding up a disc about the size of a half dollar. "It grows warm when someone is approaching the building specified and shows an image of who it is. It's a small enough spell, and I already have it on this general area."

It won't do anything in particular about the danger, but she at least felt better knowing who might be in or near her home.

[withoutasign]

Someone has not been answering his text messages, meaning that someone is getting a visit. Signless arrives at Dualscar's big hive with ice cream, hot chocolate, and other various goodies carefully tucked away in his sylladex. He raps authoritatively on the door, waiting for the seatroll to answer.

[devwocean]

Okay, that was not the Helmsman. But Dualscar sighed and went to the door. He opened it, then scowled.

"Wwhat do you wwant?"

[withoutasign]

Ouch. Signless isn't used to Dualscar being so harsh and rude to him; he's always rude, but he's usually a little nicer about it, at least.

"You haven't been answering your text messages and I've been worried about you. What if something had happened?"

Behind him, Signless' bubble is dark and gloomy, showing images of Dualscar injured or dead again, and Signless himself off in the distance, unable to help him.

[devwocean]

Dualscar's own bubble is filled with images of Mindfang again, laughing as a faceless jadeblood slave touches her. If Signless looks closely, he might recognize the horns.

It's interspersed with images of him culling Signless. Red blood fountaining. But they're vague. He doesn't intend to do it. It just might make him feel better.

"Then it wwould a been none a your business, Signless."

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Delayed somewhat by a large line in the grocery, the Helmsman is filled with a disproportionate amount of trepidation about knocking on Dualscar's door. He has the required items, all in backs floating around him in that colorful display of red and blue and purple.

But there he goes anyway, knocking because melted icecream and being increasingly late would only be worse punishment in the end. ]

[devwocean]

[Once again he opens the door and finally!]

It's about fuckin' time. It's been a parade a vvisitors today and all I wwas wwaitin for wwas you.

[Yet despite his peremptory words, he is in an oddly good mood. His thought bubble is cool waters and a few images of Mindfang and Signless, warm and fuzzy with soft edges. He steps back to let the Helmsman in] Go ahead an put evverything awway then come to the parlour.

[And he walks off to wait]

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ It does not take a considerable amount of time to put everything away given that he can do it quite literally all at the same time with his powers. A few extra seconds, just to reorient himself because Dualscar generally does little to keep him from being filled with incredible anxiety, and then he finally starts to float to the parlor.

When he gets in there, he automatically moves to sit near the highblood-- on the floor, of course. ]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar watches him enter. The strange thing is, his mood has entirely changed since he ordered Psiioniic to come to him earlier. In that space of time, he's decided to try out having the Signless - of all people - as his moirail.

His mind is still reeling from that decision, in fact, and his brooding and doldrums have been replaced with a weird fuzzy contentment reflected in the still waters of his thought bubble.

He reaches out automatically and strokes the Helmsman's hair thoughtfully as he sits down.]

I don't think I'vve mentioned before, but you'vve done quite wwell, since I'vve been here. All things considered.