no light, no light

Whoops!

kotyonokonice:

vrisdaserket:

You roll your eyes, but the kid has a point. He’s got you there.

VRISKA: Touche.

Credit where credit is due, right? You almost soften a bit to the human, but his next question is kind of dumb, so he earns himself another insult.

VRISKA: “Weird-ass shapes”? Seriously, are all humans this stupid?

VRISKA: Though, I guess you did get one thing right. I have some amaaaaaaaazing powers, though they’re 8ecause I was 8orn awesome, not 8ecause of my horns.

VRISKA: I can mind control people, and I can control luck! I have these magic dice with super awesome powers, and 8ecause I’m also super strong, I was 8asically the 8est fighter of my entire session. So yeah, I can do lots of cool things.

You flash him a self-satisfied smirk, waiting for him to bow at your feet in awe. Or something like that.

He finds it strange that her weirdly cool horns have no purpose (save looking pretty badass). He wonders if she’s tried head-butting something with them, if they’re strong enough he bets they could do some damage. Maybe it was the whole “I was born awesome” but she reminds him a bit of a narcissistic skater he knows…though in a much cooler, less douchey kind of way.

Still, the idea of amazing powers enthralls him. Until he came to this stupid place he never would have fallen for such a scam, there was no way magic existed…but then, there had never been grey people with horns. He squints dubiously at her as he crosses his arms.

“Magic, yeah right. Prove it,” he baits, honestly hoping these magic dice things are real. How cool would that be. Impossible, but cool. He really isn’t sure how this is going to play out, but he’s excited.

You’re always thirsting to prove yourself, to show that you’re important, even if your only audience is some human kid with an affinity for animal print. So, at his challenge, you reach into your pockets and pull out your dice, feeling their pointed edges dig into your palm. After mentally forcing luck to work in your favor, you toss the dice. The combination unlocks Ancestral Awakening, and you transform, right there. An outfit much like your ancestor’s adorns your body, and you’re practically pulsating with power. A sword appears in your hands, and you swing it with a flourish so that it’s pointed inches away from his nose.

VRISKA: See this? It’s a super cool power-up I can summon with my dice. There’s more I can do, but I thought this would be a nice introduction.

You toss your head so that your hair flips behind your shoulder.

VRISKA: So yeah. I could 8asically win against anyone in this shitty town if they were stupid enough to try to fight me.

Whoops!

kotyonokonice:

vrisdaserket:

He’s staring at you in awe, and you’re almost a little flattered. Then again, why wouldn’t he be amazed by your presence? More people should be, honestly.

VRISKA: Ugh, just some clown. You don’t want to meet him. Like, you really do not want to meet this guy.

VRISKA: You’d know him if you’d seen him. Trust me on that.

At his last comment, you give him your best “are you stupid” look.

VRISKA: Seriously? Weeeeeeeell, if you have to ask, may8e you aaaaaaaare the weirdo loser! Think a8out that for a moment.

You toss your hair arrogantly and place one hand on your hip. Who even is this kid?

Yuri cocks his head, eyebrows raised. So this clown dude is somewhere in this town? He makes a note to ask about the Fahy-goh if he runs into him, even if he’s been advised that he’s not someone worth meeting.

“You already said who the weirdo loser is, so it can’t be me,” he says returning her look with his own what-kind-of-idiot-are-you stare.

If he weren’t so distracted by her visage he might have reacted more violently but he has more questions to ask. He stares at her intently as he tries to figure out the next question to ask. There are so many flying around his head: does she get sunburnt? Why are her horns such strange colors? Does she shed them? Or do they get bigger? Wait, if they get bigger how old is she?

“So can your horns do anything cool? They’re such weird-ass shapes.”

Okay, he maybe could have worded that better. Or picked a better question. Or, you know, politely introduced himself.

You roll your eyes, but the kid has a point. He’s got you there.

VRISKA: Touche.

Credit where credit is due, right? You almost soften a bit to the human, but his next question is kind of dumb, so he earns himself another insult.

VRISKA: “Weird-ass shapes”? Seriously, are all humans this stupid?

VRISKA: Though, I guess you did get one thing right. I have some amaaaaaaaazing powers, though they’re 8ecause I was 8orn awesome, not 8ecause of my horns.

VRISKA: I can mind control people, and I can control luck! I have these magic dice with super awesome powers, and 8ecause I’m also super strong, I was 8asically the 8est fighter of my entire session. So yeah, I can do lots of cool things.

You flash him a self-satisfied smirk, waiting for him to bow at your feet in awe. Or something like that.

wow look at these assholes

dorkonice:

vrisdaserket:

He answers with a stupid smile and an even stupider question. You’re not sure what it is, but this guy already grates on you.

VRISKA: Clearly, I don’t want to join you since I told you to stop waving your phone around like a douche8ag?

VRISKA: 8esides, my selfie game is totally superior, and I wouldn’t want you ruining my photos.

“With looks like yours I’m sure every picture is a hit!” Not a hint of sarcasm, and even accompanied by a wink.

“Do you have an instagram? I’d love to see your selfie genius with my own eyes!” It’s like he didn’t even doubt her.

This guy is being nice to you despite your blatant insults, and it’s totally weird. Then again, he isn’t wrong.

VRISKA: You got that right!!!!!!!!

You whip out your phone and pull up your social media accounts.

VRISKA: O8viously there aren’t enough people here for me to really showcase my amaaaaaaaazingness, 8ut you can see for yourself what a genius at work looks like.

There are a few adorable sneering selfies of you looking totally fabulous (in your unbiased opinion), but your favorite has to be the one where you’re surrounded by the cutest bunch of spiders anyone has ever seen. Funny, that one has a surprising lack of likes. The people here just have no taste.

#viktor01 #dorkonice

Whoops!

kotyonokonice:

vrisdaserket:

VRISKA: Woooooooow. Excuuuuuuuuuse you!

VRISKA: Um, clearly I’m grey because that’s how my skin is?

You roll your eyes. You remember Egbert being pretty gullible and kind of dumb, so maybe it’s a human thing? But really. Really.

VRISKA: And the things on my head are called horns, thank you. Why are you a weird pink color? And why does the top of your head seem so weird and n8ked?

VRISKA: Like, clearly you should t8ke a look at yourself 8efore commenting on anyone else’s appearance.

You visibly cringe at his final words.

VRISKA: Um, NO???????? How dare you associ8 me with weirdos like that loser Faygo-addicted asshole! Ugh, do all humans have a complete lack of manners?

Once again Yuri’s selective hearing kicks in and all he hears is that she’s not wearing a costume. That’s her real skin. And real horns. He stares at her a minute and his green eyes go bright. Sure it’s a little creepy at first and he doesn’t really get it but damn is it cool. He had no idea people could be born with such weird traits. He’s going to ask if it’s some sort of weird birth defect, but then he clues back in long enough to get confused.

“Fahy-goh?” He asks, eyes curious. This weird lady seems to know about a lot of stuff he’s never heard of, and it seems like skin conditions and head growths are the least of it. It makes him want to ask her more questions.

“And who’s the weirdo loser?” He can name a few but it would be weird if they had a mutual acquaintance. Unless she was talking about him. He hadn’t actually heard what she’d said.

“You’re not calling me a weirdo loser, are you,” It’s less a question and more a baseless threat. It’s a good thing he didn’t hear the actual threat she’d thrown at him moments before.

He’s staring at you in awe, and you’re almost a little flattered. Then again, why wouldn’t he be amazed by your presence? More people should be, honestly.

VRISKA: Ugh, just some clown. You don’t want to meet him. Like, you really do not want to meet this guy.

VRISKA: You’d know him if you’d seen him. Trust me on that.

At his last comment, you give him your best “are you stupid” look.

VRISKA: Seriously? Weeeeeeeell, if you have to ask, may8e you aaaaaaaare the weirdo loser! Think a8out that for a moment.

You toss your hair arrogantly and place one hand on your hip. Who even is this kid?

Whoops!

kotyonokonice:

vrisdaserket:

It’s been so boring and quiet around here. You don’t know what the other trolls have been up to, and since apparently they don’t care enough to update you, it’s whatever. You’ve gone treasure hunting a few times with your amazing luck powers, so you’re fine money-wise (probably more well-off than your peers, you’d bet).

Still, you’re feeling bored and irritated at the extent of your boredom, so you decide to go for a walk downtown. Not that it’s much of a downtown. Honestly, at least in the dream bubbles you could explore different memories and stuff. Plus, Meenah was there.

Regardless, when some asshole crashes straight into you, you’re almost relieved at the chance to relieve some frustration. You turn around, a snarl on your face. It’s some human boy dressed basically head-to-toe in animal prints. You’d probably go with a different print (spider webs would be cool), but you have to admit, his style is definitely a lot better than whatever is going on with most of your crew.

That won’t make you be any nicer, of course.

VRISKA: Hey!!!!!!!! Watch where you’re going!

VRISKA: Or you’ll regret it!

Yuri honestly hasn’t even heard the threat. Standing, still a little slack-jawed, he considers trying to pull on one of the strange things sticking out of her head. He decides against it, opting instead to verbally assault her.

“Why the hell are you grey?” He asks, any sense of tact having flown out the window, “and what are those things on your head? Are you wearing some sort of costume?”

He’s seen weirder make-up if he’s being honest. After all, Georgi had a tendency to be a little over-dramatic when it came to such things and her blue lipstick makes Yuuri remember the hideous face paint his teammate and done for his short program. But to go through such lengths for a walk around town seemed a little drastic. Was she looking for attention?

Cocking his head to the side, he glares at her. Sure, he’s intrigued, but he’s suddenly wary: scenes of Georgi crying on the ice playing through his head. He tries to come up with other reasons for such a makeover, but all he can think of is the circus.

“Are you some sort of clown or something?”

VRISKA: Woooooooow. Excuuuuuuuuuse you!

VRISKA: Um, clearly I’m grey because that’s how my skin is?

You roll your eyes. You remember Egbert being pretty gullible and kind of dumb, so maybe it’s a human thing? But really. Really.

VRISKA: And the things on my head are called horns, thank you. Why are you a weird pink color? And why does the top of your head seem so weird and n8ked?

VRISKA: Like, clearly you should t8ke a look at yourself 8efore commenting on anyone else’s appearance.

You visibly cringe at his final words.

VRISKA: Um, NO???????? How dare you associ8 me with weirdos like that loser Faygo-addicted asshole! Ugh, do all humans have a complete lack of manners?

wow look at these assholes

#i dont know what this is #viktor01 #dorkonice

dorkonice:

vrisdaserket:

@dorkonice

You’re just walking along like you do, trying to find something interesting that’s happening. Honestly, the only rumor you’ve heard lately is that there are humans ice skating and doing tricks or whatever, and while that may impress some people, you’re not one of those people. For one thing, you have standards. Who cares if someone can jump around on a frozen pond to sappy piano music?

You wish that there were some areas of the town set on fire or fighting or FLARP campaigns or something like that. See, THAT sort of entertainment is interesting. Okay, so maybe two of the items of that list aren’t exactly intended for entertainment, but does that really matter?

So, that’s the kind of mood you’re in when you go for a nice walk and see some douchebag taking selfies. He has pretty hair and seems to know it, but your hair is obviously nicer. Has this guy seen your hair flips? If you’re being honest there’s just something about his face that makes you want to punch him.

VRISKA: Hey, loser! Stop waving that camera around like a douche8ag!

You wonder if you should have just gone in for a punch since that would’ve made you feel the best, but yelling feels nice enough. It works.

“Oh?”

Was he being yelled at? He glanced around. There weren’t any other losers around with cameras, he guessed.

“Hello!” He called in response, not actually sure what to make of this. She kind of reminded him of Yurio.

“Would you like to join me?”

How he managed not to question (or notice???) the grey skin and horns was kind of a miracle, honestly.

He answers with a stupid smile and an even stupider question. You’re not sure what it is, but this guy already grates on you.

VRISKA: Clearly, I don’t want to join you since I told you to stop waving your phone around like a douche8ag?

VRISKA: 8esides, my selfie game is totally superior, and I wouldn’t want you ruining my photos.

wow look at these assholes

@dorkonice

You’re just walking along like you do, trying to find something interesting that’s happening. Honestly, the only rumor you’ve heard lately is that there are humans ice skating and doing tricks or whatever, and while that may impress some people, you’re not one of those people. For one thing, you have standards. Who cares if someone can jump around on a frozen pond to sappy piano music?

You wish that there were some areas of the town set on fire or fighting or FLARP campaigns or something like that. See, THAT sort of entertainment is interesting. Okay, so maybe two of the items of that list aren’t exactly intended for entertainment, but does that really matter?

So, that’s the kind of mood you’re in when you go for a nice walk and see some douchebag taking selfies. He has pretty hair and seems to know it, but your hair is obviously nicer. Has this guy seen your hair flips? If you’re being honest there’s just something about his face that makes you want to punch him.

VRISKA: Hey, loser! Stop waving that camera around like a douche8ag!

You wonder if you should have just gone in for a punch since that would’ve made you feel the best, but yelling feels nice enough. It works.

#viktor01 #dorkonice

Whoops!

@vrisdaserket

After a long morning snuggled with his cat, hunger had finally forced Yurio outside, his fridge empty and stomach growling angrily. He eyed his wallet, empty, and cursed. How was someone supposed to even make money in this shitty place. It wasn’t like there was an ice skating scene, at least not that he had found, so he couldn’t make money through competitions and sponsorships like he usually did. Now that he thought about it, he had no idea what the currency here even was. He’d been living off some crackers he’d found in the cupboard.

Weak with hunger he made his way through the streets, angry as usual that he was so out of place here. As he rounded the corner of the street, eyes glued to his feet, he didn’t see the figure walking in front of him and walked directly into them, his face smashing pretty hard against their back.

“Shit,” he cursed, holding his nose, “what the hell?”

It took him a minute to realize what had happened and, despite knowing it was probably his fault, he was cranky and upset and was going to take it out on the nearest warm body. At least he was…untilll she turned around and he got a good look at her. His angry expression fell away into one of surprise and curiosity. She was…grey? And had the weirdest looking things sticking out of her head.

“What the hell?’ He repeated, rubbing his eyes.

It’s been so boring and quiet around here. You don’t know what the other trolls have been up to, and since apparently they don’t care enough to update you, it’s whatever. You’ve gone treasure hunting a few times with your amazing luck powers, so you’re fine money-wise (probably more well-off than your peers, you’d bet).

Still, you’re feeling bored and irritated at the extent of your boredom, so you decide to go for a walk downtown. Not that it’s much of a downtown. Honestly, at least in the dream bubbles you could explore different memories and stuff. Plus, Meenah was there.

Regardless, when some asshole crashes straight into you, you’re almost relieved at the chance to relieve some frustration. You turn around, a snarl on your face. It’s some human boy dressed basically head-to-toe in animal prints. You’d probably go with a different print (spider webs would be cool), but you have to admit, his style is definitely a lot better than whatever is going on with most of your crew.

That won’t make you be any nicer, of course.

VRISKA: Hey!!!!!!!! Watch where you’re going!

VRISKA: Or you’ll regret it!

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nauticalsovereign:

vrisdaserket:

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vrisdaserket:

You blink at this kid waving his cellphone around in your face. You’ve never seen him before in your life, but he’s acting like he knows you. Also, what was that he said about a wig?

VRISKA: Excuuuuuuuuse you! This is my real hair. Like, entirely NOT f8ke!!!!!!!!

You perform a dramatic hair flip to demonstrate your point.

VRISKA: Anyways, I don’t know what you’re going on a8out, 8ut I guess you have good taste if I’m your favorite or whatever? You must just have good sense of really amazing, 8rilliant, awesome strangers, I guess.

You try to get a closer look- not too close though! It’s not very nice to touch someone in costume, especially a lady! But indeed, you can see the tug of scalp with hair- well, that’s how it looks so lifelike! But… you… really wonder how she’s keeping those horns up there then? You… don’t see a headband-

YS: Mhm! You were always pretty mean! But I always thought it was cool how you could do mind stuff! YS: ( Hmm… )

You stand on your tiptoes to get a better look at her horns… Maybe it’s fake skin? Prosthetics??? Oh what the heck! You should just ask.

YS: How are you keeping your horns in place like that- YS: Oh! Or you not allowed to talk about it when you’re in character? YS: ( I won’t tell your boss! I promise! )

#yoosung01 #yoosungkimlol

VRISKA: I don’t know how you know a8out the mind stuff, 8ut it’s definitely really cool.

You’re not sure how you feel about this kid scrutinizing you so closely. “Fuckoville” (Is that really the name of this place? Someone has got to be shitting you) is a trip and a half.

VRISKA: My horns are in place 8ecause they’re attached to my head????????

You pull back your hair and lean down for good measure.

VRISKA: Why don’t YOU have horns? Your head looks really naked and weird without them!

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@vrisdaserket

TG: hey vriska TG: fuckin finally ive been lookin for you for hours TG: runnin around like a chicken with my head cut off TG: felt like it was a wild goose chase TG: k im gonna go ahead and quit it with the bird metaphors

TG: i was wonderin if you knew anything about the end of our timeline? TG: or uh TG: for that matter which timeline youre even from TG: i know weve like literally never held a conversation so sorry if this is a little outta left field TG: its just TG: theres not too many of us here

#big d 01 #this is big d right #maybe i'll just tag this as #vriska's d #[sad laughtrack]#corvidclocked

You squint for a moment. Waaaaaaaait...

VRISKA: There’s two of you here? Gr8!

VRISKA: You’re m8king a little more sense than the other Dave, so I’m guessing we’re from a similar timeline, at the very least?

VRISKA: I don’t know anything a8out my timeline ending, though. I mean, yeah, Lord English was trying to 8low everything up...

VRISKA: Well, if it ended, may8e that’s for the 8est! I don’t know.

Okay, now you’re starting to ramble. You’d better stop before you start expressing inner feelings to Dave Strider, of all people. Gross.

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vrisdaserket:

You’re bored with the tavern and the townspeople’s off-key drinking songs. This city makes you restless, so you’ve wandered from establishment to establishment in hopes of abating this feeling. So far, this hasn’t been successful.

Rolling your eyes at the crowd, you kick open the door (unnecessarily) and stomp out. Good riddance, right? You’re about to just head home when you hear a voice. You turn your head just in time to see a hulking figure disappear over the railing.

After a beat, you head after him. You don’t know why, really. You don’t know this guy, and he’s probably doing something stupid. Well, good thing you’re always up for stupid decisions.

You nearly gag in disgust when you realize that the fool has landed straight sewage (and you’ve followed him like the idiot you are). You’re about to yell out to him when he speaks to… you? You’re not sure, though his attention seems to be on something behind you.

Tentatively, you turn around. Ghosts. Dear troll jegus, there are ghosts. Lots of them. They’re everywhere and this is not okay.

VRISKA: Gr8. Ghosts! Just what my night needed.

The man starts lifting his ridiculously oversized sword, and you hope he’s not about to aim that thing at you.

VRISKA: Hey! 8ig angry man! Watch where you’re swinging that thing!!!!!!!!

His eye snaps upwards at the sound of another voice that actually sounds like it came from a living human. But when it falls upon the girl in question, Gutts isn’t sure human counts for that anymore.

An initial surge of both panic and rage courses through him at the sight of her. He’s all too familiar with that kind. Beasts that walk on earth that feign a somewhat human appearance, but their humanity long gone. The very kind of creatures that effectively destroyed his life.

His lips curl back into a snarl, having every intention of not only pointing his sword at her, but ripping her to pieces.

But thankfully for her, there is actually still a semblance of reason in the back of his mind, reminding him that she can’t possibly be the type of creature he’s hunting. He knows what an Apostle feels like when it draws near, knows the feeling of phantom claws digging at the brand on his neck. The feeling of insatiable blood lust directed right at him. And at the moment, all his makeshift demon detector is telling him is that there’s nothing but a fuckton of ghosts surrounding him.

So she’s just a bystander then.

“Where I’m swinging wouldn’t be an issue if you’dve just minded your own business, girl.” He spits back, some of the fire in his muscles dimming. But it’s far too soon to relax yet. The sun just set, after all.

An alarmed squeak from Puck brings his attention back to the ghouls in question, some of which have turned their attention towards the unfortunate intruder.

Riftling! Murderer! Give me your body! Give me my life back!!

Gutts curses to himself before charging forward, blade arcing down on the corpse before it has a chance to latch on. Rotted flesh and bone split everywhere, but there’s still more to come.

“You see what I mean? Get out of here if you don’t want to die.”

His admonition only serves to spur you on. Besides, if there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s fighting, even if dodging a giant sword isn’t exactly part of your normal routine. This is more fun than sitting at home, at any rate.

VRISKA: I’ve never 8een good at minding my own 8usiness. Sorry!!!!!!!!

(For the record, you’re very evidently not at all sorry.)

It’s a messy scene, to be sure, but you’re strong, even for a troll. Besides, you’ve got luck on your side, which is making you feel a little cocky. Also, your magic dice are sweet as fuck.

VRISKA: I’ve got something that might 8e a little more effective and less tiring than dealing with a sword, 8y the way.

You look over, making sure he’s paying attention. You wouldn’t want him to miss your little party trick.

#gutts01 #grasseson

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vrisdaserket:

You must have gone too far out and wandered into Poor Town or whatever it’s called, judging by the looks of your surroundings. This guy, however, doesn’t really fit the scenery with his pristine fancy suit. He makes his way across the dirt road to where you’re staring, open-mouthed, and you’re about to ask him what his deal is when he shoves a picture of a cat in your face.

VRISKA: Uh. No?

VRISKA: 8ut anyways, if you’ve lost her, she’s pro8a8ly long gone 8y now, 8uddy. It sucks, 8ut that’s life!

You’re not really sure what this person’s game is, painting their face and putting horns on their head. You wonder if it’s some kind of new and abhorrent body modification, or if they’re cosplayers from one of Yoosung’s idiotic games. Either way, their unhelpfulness is unamusing to you.

“I was specifically informed this cat would be in this district.” You push the photo closer to the stranger’s face. “Are you certain you never saw her?”

#jumin01 #thoughtsofthread

You’re practically going crosseyed at this point. What’s this guy’s deal? You’re starting to feel annoyed.

VRISKA: I mean, whoever told you the cat would 8e here could have 8een lying, you know. Which would m8ke you a dum8 sucker for 8elieving something like that!

VRISKA: Anyways, I’ve pro8a8ly seen cats wandering around 8efore? May8e? 8ut who would actually pay careful attention to something like that? Only a loser, that’s who!

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vrisdaserket:

She doesn’t look like she wants to talk to you, and you would come up with some dumb excuse that you forgot to turn the oven off or whatever were you not struck with an unprecedented loss for words. She waves and approaches you, apparently just as uncharacteristically dumbstruck. It’s too late to back out now, you guess, so you cross your arms and try to act natural. You’re super cool. The most natural. Yeah.

VRISKA: Soooooooo…

VRISKA: We’re 8oth here!

VRISKA: Yeah. Uh. What’s up?

UHHH

4 LOT OF TH1NGS

1 GU3SS?

HOW 4BOUT YOU?

[You sound semi-casual, but it’s mostly because you’re just at such a loss.

Which Vriska is this? What does she think about you?

What does she know?]

[You borderline hold your breath. You can’t ask her. You’re not even sure if you want the answers. All you can really do is try to be as awkwardly casual as you can.]

You almost forgot that getting Terezi Pyrope to talk when she doesn’t want to is like stopping a herd of musclebeasts. That is to say, you can’t.

VRISKA: A lot of things. Cool! So detailed! I can’t 8elieve all of the things that are up.

VRISKA: I was dead, 8ut then I got resurrected somehow and transported into fantasy 8ullshit land like... a week ago?

Yeah. Mention the whole being dead thing. That’ll definitely help make things less awkward.

#scalematekind #terezi01

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vrisdaserket:

You’re just trying to find a place with something cheap and greasy because honestly, fuck cooking. Of course, even that can’t be easy, because just as you’re about to peek inside, some girl starts waving and shouting at you. She looks a little like that Lalonde girl. Not identical, though. Then again, you didn’t real deal with her, so maybe you’re just misremembering?

You stare at her as she stumbles to your side. You honestly don’t know how she’s remaining upright.

VRISKA: Uh. No?

VRISKA: It’s Vriska.

VRISKA: Do I know you?

ROXY: o shit

Apparently, Vriska doesn’t remember you. It’s not like you know her super well; you kind of just…saw her a few times. Still, you kinda thought saving the universe was a good way to feel a ‘lil bit closer to people.

ROXY: mebbe ur from a differnet timeline ROXY: btu im roxy ROXY: roxly lolonde ROXY: *roxy lalonde ROXY: i think u at leseat knew my mom/sister?!? rose?? ROXY: ringin any bellse?