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@justicescales
Yet another tealblood? She looks young, so if she’s fulfilling the stereotype, she was likely just starting out in her legislacerator training.
“Were you, perhaps, beginning legislacerator training before coming here? If so, there are more exciting and meaningful careers you might considere.” You roll your eyes and sigh for effect. “Sure, we’re stuck in this shithole, but that means there’s plenty of time to explore options.
Call me Scent o’mental
justicescales
You don’t know, exactly, what happened, only that something happened, and boy did it happen all at once.
Your name is Joey Claire and you were just hanging out outside your apartment in Sector Five when a series of horns, screeching tires, and badly decorated hats assaulted your senses--and, in regards to the last one, literally assaulted you as a dozen granny hats buried you alive. Climbing out of the bundle of old lady church-going garments revealed a scene that would make a clown cry.
Three trucks had crashed into one another, evidently from a busted traffic light. Hundreds of gaudy hats (kind of like the sorts your babysitter used to play dress-up with you) were strewn about, along with a stupid amount of colored feathers from both the hats and a pillow truck, and then, most pointedly--or perhaps pungently--
Broken perfume bottles. Everywhere. God, you couldn’t breathe without choking on the scent. Your eyes burned. Thankfully, Byers was in your room, and thus you didn’t have to worry about his delicate avian constitution.
Admittedly, your worries for the people were briefly pushed aside as you spotted a pair of familiar horns off to the side. Not like Xefros’s, no, but the coloring, and the skin tone...!
A troll??
Seriously? What were the odds? You hurriedly approach her, noticing she’s looking a little stiff after that perfume explosion. Your head’s hurting so you’re wondering if hers is too, or maybe it’s something else entirely with trolls.
“Hey, um, are you all right?”
@scalematekind
You’d heard rumors of a detective scouting about, and you think it would be a good idea to let her know that if she’d like to investigate you, she’d better get a different idea. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to get a good description of her (maybe because you’re just listening in on people’s conversations?)
You hear she’ll be patrolling near the Medicine Shop in the Downtown Castle area around noon, though, so you think you’ll be able to spot someone looking around like they’re trying to sniff out information. Maybe. Detectives probably look like ordinary people, don’t they? Whatever.
That doesn’t stop you from hanging around. And when you do, you don’t believe what you see.
A woman with a magnifying glass and small pointed horns grins as she walks through the square. It’s been a long time, but you know it’s her. Of course it’s her.
VRISKA: Terezi!!!!!!!!
You call out before you can stop yourself. You don’t know what you’ll say to her; she probably doesn’t even want to see you. But her name has already left your lips, and she’s turning to look at you, so you wave wildly back.
just a taste
@justicescales
Despite my worries spared for my companions, despite the pain which gripped my heart as I transformed from free D’Angeline into captive once more, when I heard whispers of a ball, a creature such as I could not refuse such an opportunity. All were welcome, and so I would show the mass of strangers how graceful, how beautiful, how elegant one can be. Though I have no place in this world, though I might be stolen once more from my home, this is one setting in which I might pretend to belong.
And how kind of my captors to outfit me with a heavy purse! I knew, of course, that such a resource could not last; yet I also have learned well that a few coins towards appearances are not wasted indeed. So, while the oxblood fabric against my skin merely imitated silk, it nevertheless clung to my figure in such a way that I could not scowl at my appearance. I noted the way its shape highlighted my newly-finished marque; at the very least, before arriving in this place, I found that small sliver of freedom.
I forced my expression to defy my hesitant steps, and I entered a realm I must confess seemed enchanted. Thousands of lights reflected against satin ensembles and freshly-scrubbed skin. The hum of conversation and soft laughter provided a welcome melody as guests mingled with pastries grasped delicately between slender fingers. For the first time since arriving here, I smiled.
Yet not all who entered the gate shared my expression. My gaze fell upon a small woman with skin the color of cool ash and, most shockingly, two cone-shaped horns atop her head. Despite her strange appearance, I also noted that she looked quite beautiful. Some of this city’s inhabitants bore odd, inhuman traits -- could it be that this world contained races unknown to my own land of origin?
I felt my feet carry me to her corner at the edge of a platter of sandwiches; at the very least, I might learn valuable information from conversing with her.
“Have you yet sampled any of these?” I asked, gesturing towards the array of snacks and trying not to appear surprised at her appearance. “There are too many, I believe, for me to begin.” A simple way to begin a conversation, yes, but it would have to suffice. I studied her movements, waiting to glean whatever I could from her response.
@justicescales
Well, he had Tavros’ phone borrowed for a while now, so it was time to actually message the supposed Terezi Pyrope. Phoenix didn’t want to intrude his privacy, so it would better be done quick.
To: gallowsCalibrator From: adiosToreador
[1/3]: Uh, excuse me, is this Terezi Pyrope? This is Phoenix Wright, I’m borrowing Tavros’ phone for a while.
[2/3]: I’m an attorney, and my friend Iori told me I had to talk to you about law stuff here in the Hive.
[3/3]: Can we talk?
@justicescales
“...Are you experiencing troubling times?”
:33 < justicescales liked for a starter!
Well, she'd heard word that there were other trolls in the city. Or at least one. But she wasn't expecting to see one so soon, especially with how many closer to human people there were here. She approached a bit wary, since she wasn't sure where this particular Terezi might have come from. She'd already met one of the humans who came from another time line. But, she was incredibly happy to see her friend there! And at least it wasn't any of the friends she was particularly afraid of.
“Terezi? Terezi! You're here too?” She ran to her but stopped just a step away. The thought had occurred to tacklepounce her but she wasn't sure if this would be a good moment for it or if the blind troll would like that.
“You remember me, right?” She hoped so. She couldn't think why she wouldn't but crazier things had happened in the span of what seemed like a few minutes since she'd dealt with Gamzee.
M3UL1N!!!!!!! 1 THOUGHT 1 H34RD YOU 4ROUND! >:O
-- "MOG, HEY TEREZI!!! I WAS HOPING YOU WERE STILL AROUND!!!" --
