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‘Sibling’ Rivalry // Vriska and Terezi

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Terezi was definitely being more cordial then she had been the last time they were face to face. The typical stream of insults and one-upmanship ever present as they bantered back and forth. Vriska respected her. Which was quite a bit more then she could say about any of her other fussy friends. But even with the respect she held, she was in no way willing to submit or put her pride away long enough to listen to orders like some trained bark beast. If that was what Terezi expected from this exchange, she had another thing coming.

“No need to explain yourself, Pyrope. You missed me! You couldn’t stay away and here you have the means to quite literally force my company.” She snickered, watching Terezi’s wrist twitch quickly as she spun her cane and walked them both to the entrance. Vriska had been in Terezi’s hive before. Always brief visits, but enough that the scene before her mixed with the tell tale smell of Pyrope caused quite a bit of nostalgia to strike her. “Settled in? Why, aren’t you the courteous host! Here I was expecting you to make me spit clean your floor, or color arrange your scalemates.” While sarcasm laced her voice, she HAD expected the teal blood to put her to work immediately. Fuck, that’s what she would have done. As a matter of fact it would be HILARIOUS to watch her on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. Which is why it was almost unsettling that Terezi was being so… cordial? 

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The more cordial tone was definitely intentional on Terezi’s part.  The behavior wasn’t going to last the whole time she was here- in time things would go right back to the typical sharp-tongued banter they so often shared.  The only difference would be she could make Vriska do something humiliating whenever she wanted.  Of course, she wouldn’t be cooperative with any of the orders she was given, but if Terezi could get her to do at least a couple things while she was under her command, it’d be even better.

“Wow, you’re good.  You’ve always been able to just read me like a book, haven’t you?  Very impressive as usual.”  Snarky as the comeback was…she was a little right.  Terezi did want to see what having Vriska’s company again after these few sweeps would be like, and renting her would be a great way to make that happen.  It’d just come with added perks.  As the two of them entered the hive, she pushed the door closed with her cane, planting it on the ground as the other made her statement, chuckling under her breath.  “Oh, the temptation was there, but you should know I’m not one to just jump into things like that.  We’ll just have to see if I’ve got anything for you to do later on!”  Would Vriska see right through her and work out that she had something planned?  Probably, but that’d just get her even more focused on wondering what she was planning- an idea the blind troll relished greatly.

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“Flattery so soon? I must have caught you in a good mood. How fortunate of me!” Near predatory eyes watched Terezi closely. This was out of character. This was a game and she wasn’t keep on losing, especially to an old rival. Pyrope had always had her appeal, physically she was all unforgiving angles, and while it was easy to underestimate her, Vriska has seen her her achieve feats that would give wrigglers nightmares. Still, she was always unpredictable. A constant pendulum that either resembled a snake about to strike, or an old friend. It was off putting, in the least. Always causing the cerulean blood to be on her toes lest she wanted to get bitten.  Even so, Terezi’s words had an after taste. One that she wasn’t sure whether she should anticipate or dread because fuck the potential was a flip of the coin. “We’ll see if you have anything for me to do later on? We both know that you wouldn’t have had me brought to your hive if there wasn’t a set agenda. You don’t play chance without knowing the outcome. So tell me, Pyrope. What exactly do you want me for?” She sat on the nearest chair and tapped her fingers in mock anticipation. She was curious. Gods she was so curious but if Terezi caught on to her, what, giddiness? Excitement? At FINALLY being around someone who was a competition. She wouldn’t let her live it down. She’d be so fucking smug and Vriska couldn’t allow the only entertaining person in this god damn shit hole the satisfaction of riling her up in such a way.

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‘Sibling’ Rivalry // Vriska and Terezi

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She let out a dejected sigh, knowing damn well that Terezi had the upper hand here, and causing a scene would only make things worse for her in the long run. God why did it have to be Pyrope? Why did it have to be the most meddlesome and annoying person she knew? What’s worse is she is fully aware of her capabilities. Vriska had seen Terezi take down dozens of people without raising a finger. While Tomori would use physicality as a punishment, the teal blood would weasel into her head. As the guard bots grabbed her, she shrugged them off, walking towards the elevator by herself “Well well Pyrope, I didn’t think i’d be here again” She called up to her, stepping onto the platform of the elevator and waiting for it to take her to Terezi. In a twisted way, she was almost happy to be here. It brought back memories of Scourge when everything was much less complicated and much more fun. When she stood before her, she crossed her arms with a raised eyebrow, curiosity causing her bright eyes to dilate, “Well? When does the fun begin?”

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In spite of her lingering desire to patch up their friendship, she couldn’t help but relish this opportunity to have power over Vriska.  Even though their days as Scourge saw a fairly even share of power between them, it was always obvious that Vriska felt she was worthy of having more.  Perhaps that was one of the factors that’d led to their little falling out.  Well, that and her causing the series of events that rendered Terezi blind.  That tended to not go over well.  Either way, with the extent to which they knew each other, this would certainly be a most interesting master-slave relationship.

“And I didn’t think I’d be the one to invite you back here,” Terezi called back down to the cobalt blood, waiting for the other to get up as well.  “Just thought I’d give it a go after I saw you were finally here.  Funny how things work out like that, isn’t it?”  To be able to spend time here with Vriska again…the circumstances were far different, and their relationship had been severely marred since this last happened…but she still felt the same bittersweet nostalgia that nagged at the other right now.  She stepped back as her slave got off the elevator, listening to the question before shaking her head in reply.  “All in due time, Vriska.  I’ve got to get you settled in first!”  With that Terezi turned and headed to the door, her replica sword-cane spinning idly in one hand until she reached the entrance.  She twisted the knob, pushing the door open before turning back to her old friend with a grin.  “Come on in.”

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Terezi was definitely being more cordial then she had been the last time they were face to face. The typical stream of insults and one-upmanship ever present as they bantered back and forth. Vriska respected her. Which was quite a bit more then she could say about any of her other fussy friends. But even with the respect she held, she was in no way willing to submit or put her pride away long enough to listen to orders like some trained bark beast. If that was what Terezi expected from this exchange, she had another thing coming.

“No need to explain yourself, Pyrope. You missed me! You couldn’t stay away and here you have the means to quite literally force my company.” She snickered, watching Terezi’s wrist twitch quickly as she spun her cane and walked them both to the entrance. Vriska had been in Terezi’s hive before. Always brief visits, but enough that the scene before her mixed with the tell tale smell of Pyrope caused quite a bit of nostalgia to strike her. “Settled in? Why, aren’t you the courteous host! Here I was expecting you to make me spit clean your floor, or color arrange your scalemates.” While sarcasm laced her voice, she HAD expected the teal blood to put her to work immediately. Fuck, that’s what she would have done. As a matter of fact it would be HILARIOUS to watch her on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. Which is why it was almost unsettling that Terezi was being so... cordial? 

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‘Sibling’ Rivalry // Vriska and Terezi

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Nobody could be worse then that good for nothing bitch. She could be rented by Her Honorable Tyranny herself and it would still be favorable to Tomori in nearly every way tangible, so why was she pressed up against the wall of her room worrying about who would walk through her entrance and take her away next? After the scene she caused with the last person who rented her, surely she had no reason to not expect the worst.  She raised an eyebrow in surprise when the guardbots opened her door instead of another troll, instructing her to follow them to her next “Master” (What a fucking joke, nobody owned her). Regardless, she followed quietly. Vriska actually figured she preferred this to the alternative, guardbots didn’t muzzle her or humiliate her or act like they were above her. 

There hadn’t been many opportunities to see all the other facets of the hold, all the halls and floors and people inhabiting it. She typically chose to stay in her designated area and stick to herself. She couldn’t have her rep tainted by socializing and fussing like everybody else. Because of this, she followed them quietly and complacently, taking in her surroundings and trying to think of who she would be taken to. Who didn’t even bother fetching her themselves. That was, until the transportilizer took her to a new destination and she saw the familiar view of scalemates hanging from branches, and the familiar hive of Terezi Pyrope

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As the minutes passed, Terezi wondered silently if maybe she should’ve gone to meet Vriska herself.  She could’ve just showed up at her door and knocked a few times, greeting her with a grin and a “Why, hello there~!”  After thinking more on it, though, sending the guard bots was the easiest way.  The slave’s reaction could’ve proven pretty undesirable for one or both of them, so she went with the safer option and now waited for them to show up nearby.

And wouldn’t you know it, the transportalizer activated, off which stepped…well, Terezi couldn’t tell from where she was.  She hopped up and grabbed her smelloscope from nearby, taking a deep whiff.  Sure enough, the shapes were those of two guardbots and Vriska Serket herself.  She pulled away from the instrument, that shit-eating grin of hers everpresent. “Hey, look who finally decided to show up!” she called out, walking the couple of feet back to the elevator and nudging it off with her foot.  She grabbed the rope to control the speed it fell at until it finally got close enough to the ground.  “Send her up, you two!  I can take her from here.”

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She let out a dejected sigh, knowing damn well that Terezi had the upper hand here, and causing a scene would only make things worse for her in the long run. God why did it have to be Pyrope? Why did it have to be the most meddlesome and annoying person she knew? What’s worse is she is fully aware of her capabilities. Vriska had seen Terezi take down dozens of people without raising a finger. While Tomori would use physicality as a punishment, the teal blood would weasel into her head. As the guard bots grabbed her, she shrugged them off, walking towards the elevator by herself “Well well Pyrope, I didn’t think i’d be here again” She called up to her, stepping onto the platform of the elevator and waiting for it to take her to Terezi. In a twisted way, she was almost happy to be here. It brought back memories of Scourge when everything was much less complicated and much more fun. When she stood before her, she crossed her arms with a raised eyebrow, curiosity causing her bright eyes to dilate, “Well? When does the fun begin?”

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‘Sibling’ Rivalry // Vriska and Terezi

Up until now, Terezi was certain thatthe most hell she’d ever get from a slave was from Tomori Megido. Really, who could blame her for thinking that?  The handmaid was sneaky, knew Terezi hated her platonically, and was overall generally awful.  Those two weeks had been a hell of a struggle between the both of them.  She thought she’d already gotten the worst of it that she could.

But that was before Vriska showed up. The blind girl’s past with Vriska was…complicated.  They’d once been the fiercest FLARPing duo Alternia had ever seen, but before the hold they hadn’t exactly parted ways on a good note.  Terezi was now far more wary of the dangers the other could pose to anyone, and she was pretty sure Vriska would be watching her carefully too. Still, with her having less control now that she was a slave, there was no telling how their relationship would come out.

It was only a matter of time before they’d get their answer.  At the moment Terezi was waiting for the guardbots to show up with Vriska. Sitting atop the roof of her tree hive, the elevator resting beside her ready to be deployed, her legs kicked gently while time passed without a single other being coming within sniffing distance.  She leaned back and supported her upper body with one hand, the other gently drumming the handle of the cane she had over her shoulder.

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Nobody could be worse then that good for nothing bitch. She could be rented by Her Honorable Tyranny herself and it would still be favorable to Tomori in nearly every way tangible, so why was she pressed up against the wall of her room worrying about who would walk through her entrance and take her away next? After the scene she caused with the last person who rented her, surely she had no reason to not expect the worst.  She raised an eyebrow in surprise when the guardbots opened her door instead of another troll, instructing her to follow them to her next “Master” (What a fucking joke, nobody owned her). Regardless, she followed quietly. Vriska actually figured she preferred this to the alternative, guardbots didn’t muzzle her or humiliate her or act like they were above her. 

There hadn’t been many opportunities to see all the other facets of the hold, all the halls and floors and people inhabiting it. She typically chose to stay in her designated area and stick to herself. She couldn’t have her rep tainted by socializing and fussing like everybody else. Because of this, she followed them quietly and complacently, taking in her surroundings and trying to think of who she would be taken to. Who didn’t even bother fetching her themselves. That was, until the transportilizer took her to a new destination and she saw the familiar view of scalemates hanging from branches, and the familiar hive of Terezi Pyrope

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Might As Well Be At a Butcher Shop (Vriska and The Handmaid)

What’s with all the damn newbies??? Tomori sighs harshly, feeling like the hold might as well be a butcher shop nowadays with all the fresh meat coming in lately.  And she apparently got herself stuck with one of those slabs of flesh they call slaves. Pah! These slaves… They think they know slavery? They don’t know slavery! They can come talk to her about slavery after a few hundred sweeps with no freedom (or not. She’s in one of her occasional irritable moods. By the time she’s back to some semblance of normal, she’ll be back to feeling some insignificantly minuscule amount of sympathy for those at the bottom of the chain like she once was)!

Mind you, she was one of the lucky ones, able to claw and bite her way to more freedom than she’d ever had until that moment. But being opportunistic also helps. It’s as she’s thinking about that that she arrives at her current slave’s room.

She’s usually nice enough to at least knock before walking into the room when she’s collecting her temporary bitch, but this time, she simply walks in. “Get your shit so we can get going,” she commands. She sounds annoyed and is clearly not in a very tolerant mood. The maroonblood crosses her arms and looks over at Vriska impatiently, gaze tracking her every movement.

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The hold in itself is less than welcoming. It isn’t all sounds of torture and old hard surfaces like she was lead to believe, but it certainly isn’t her block either. At this point, the only things keeping her spirits from dropping into the negatives is knowing that a few of her friends are in the hold as well, and the promise of raising hell for the people involved in keeping her in this piece of shit room. Not that she’s being forced to stay in her cell specifically, but for sake of being stubborn she has refused to leave for any reason but to use the ablution trap or the bathroom. It’s been a few days since she’s eaten, but fuck if she were to give them the satisfaction of being a prim, proper, and well behaved slave.

She’s almost startled when the other troll walks in. Similar in height but head held high with confidence and a look that could melt candle wax. She knew that look. That was her look. She’s sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, eyes running over Tomori. “I see you don’t have the decency to knock before invading someone’s privacy,” She shifts, watching the others body language.  “I also see you aren’t the most observant troll in the watch because, if you didn’t notice, I have no shit.” Her tone mimics the others, her chest puffing out in means of defiance. She smirks minutely, proud of her words for not faltering. 

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The maroonblood is not at all amused by Vriska’s words in the slightest and chooses to ignore the comment about not being observant (the statement isn’t accurate, but if she had been any less irritable, she would have taken the bait).

“Then why aren’t you moving your ass? Come on, let’s go! I’m not in a good mood today. And I swear to God, backtalk me again and I’ll muzzle you like the fucking animal you are!” she growls, a corner of her upper lip raised in a snarl.

“By the way, Lesson 1 of being a slave: You have no privacy unless your master chooses to allow you to.”

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She raised an eyebrow and all but snickered at the others words. “You put me in a muzzle? That’s fucking hilarious, good luck with that.” Vriska sized up her master, and wasn’t impressed. They were similar in size and stature, and as far as she could tell there was no way this maroonblood could over power her.  Vriska stood up and approached her smiling. “Lesson 1 of being my master, I do what I want.” She sounded calm and sure of her self, and at this point she was. Tomori wasn’t physically intimidating, and Vriska hadn’t yet seen what she was capable of. Determination was all what drove her, and she was more then determined to make the best out of this. 

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Might As Well Be At a Butcher Shop (Vriska and The Handmaid)

What’s with all the damn newbies??? Tomori sighs harshly, feeling like the hold might as well be a butcher shop nowadays with all the fresh meat coming in lately.  And she apparently got herself stuck with one of those slabs of flesh they call slaves. Pah! These slaves… They think they know slavery? They don’t know slavery! They can come talk to her about slavery after a few hundred sweeps with no freedom (or not. She’s in one of her occasional irritable moods. By the time she’s back to some semblance of normal, she’ll be back to feeling some insignificantly minuscule amount of sympathy for those at the bottom of the chain like she once was)!

Mind you, she was one of the lucky ones, able to claw and bite her way to more freedom than she’d ever had until that moment. But being opportunistic also helps. It’s as she’s thinking about that that she arrives at her current slave’s room.

She’s usually nice enough to at least knock before walking into the room when she’s collecting her temporary bitch, but this time, she simply walks in. “Get your shit so we can get going,” she commands. She sounds annoyed and is clearly not in a very tolerant mood. The maroonblood crosses her arms and looks over at Vriska impatiently, gaze tracking her every movement.

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The hold in itself is less than welcoming. It isn’t all sounds of torture and old hard surfaces like she was lead to believe, but it certainly isn't her block either. At this point, the only things keeping her spirits from dropping into the negatives is knowing that a few of her friends are in the hold as well, and the promise of raising hell for the people involved in keeping her in this piece of shit room. Not that she’s being forced to stay in her cell specifically, but for sake of being stubborn she has refused to leave for any reason but to use the ablution trap or the bathroom. It’s been a few days since she’s eaten, but fuck if she were to give them the satisfaction of being a prim, proper, and well behaved slave.

She’s almost startled when the other troll walks in. Similar in height but head held high with confidence and a look that could melt candle wax. She knew that look. That was her look. She’s sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, eyes running over Tomori. “I see you don’t have the decency to knock before invading someone’s privacy,” She shifts, watching the others body language.  “I also see you aren’t the most observant troll in the watch because, if you didn’t notice, I have no shit.” Her tone mimics the others, her chest puffing out in means of defiance. She smirks minutely, proud of her words for not faltering.