[Her eyebrows go up.] A little over nine, I think. But it's probably twelve if you count the time since our timelines diverged. [She taps her own left temple.]
I guess it depends, right? If you'd raise them like trolls on Alternia with the trials and everytthing, a war zone would be perfect. But if you wouldn't...
That's what my wish would have been - Exsilium is even populated by monsters of a sort that could have been bred into custodial creatures, it was pretty close to the best case scenario for an Alternian analogue.
We never even got to debating that stage, though. Everyone thought it wasn't a safe enough place to raise the mother grub; every time I tried people would always say it was too risky right now, to wait till later. We get bombed sometimes as part of the war, you see.
I wish the trolls who assumed that meant I didn't support tradition would have at least also assumed I didn't live and die for the sake of chainsawing--
[HUFF. Forget about it.] It doesn't matter now, though. I can't very well restore the race alone, now can I.
[She doesn't meet Vriska's eye; this topic makes her warm and fuzzy but sad at the same time]
Oh, this guy I used to know whom an alternate version of myself killed. Justifiably in that timeline, but no one could ever really process that it didn't matter to me and that I didn't want to track him down for homicidal purposes outside of that context.
[Her shoulders begin to shake with laughter.] Yeah. Yeah, it was him - everyone seemed to think it was because he killed Feferi and Sollux, [he totally killed Sollux, didn't he?] but the truth is that he destroyed the matriorb! I still have mine, though, so I couldn't care less about that now...
[No more shaking.] I have to admit that I miss him in spite of it all, as much if not more than the rest of them... probably only second to you.
Edited (adverbial phrases) Date: 2013-06-03 04:07 am (UTC)
[...she hadn't really thought about the implications of what she had said - and honestly that's a tough question because if there's one thing she knows as a troll it's that different people serve different purposes, like apples and oranges or giraffes and crystal meth.]
Well, there's only so much one can really miss an overpowering genocide complex, and none of the other dangerous women with eyepatches I befriended could entirely... replace you. Since we knew each other back when dimensional stability could be taken for granted, it was easier to build bonds and assume they'd last. So, yes.
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Date: 2013-06-03 01:49 am (UTC)[now she's trying to remember]
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Date: 2013-06-03 01:51 am (UTC)Oh. I wouldn't be able to identify the exact event, I stopped watching entirely a certain amount of time after - that debacle.
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Date: 2013-06-03 02:25 am (UTC)But eventually most of the other trolls weren't around anymore to do any fussing.
is she wearing her necklace or not?
Date: 2013-06-03 02:30 am (UTC)no violetsy necklace or key necklace; she never received the former and the latter is locked up in
Date: 2013-06-03 02:34 am (UTC)A fact which makes her very sad, something she tries to hide.]
Yes. That and half the trolls who were around at any given time thought a war zone wasn't an appropriate hatching venue, apparently.
I actually meant the white one in her icons!
Date: 2013-06-03 02:38 am (UTC)That's what I meant by the violetsy one! So no she doesn't have that one
Date: 2013-06-03 02:43 am (UTC)We never even got to debating that stage, though. Everyone thought it wasn't a safe enough place to raise the mother grub; every time I tried people would always say it was too risky right now, to wait till later. We get bombed sometimes as part of the war, you see.
ohhh okay; it looks white in the icon so I got confused
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Date: 2013-06-03 03:00 am (UTC)[HUFF. Forget about it.] It doesn't matter now, though. I can't very well restore the race alone, now can I.
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Date: 2013-06-03 03:08 am (UTC)Oh, this guy I used to know whom an alternate version of myself killed. Justifiably in that timeline, but no one could ever really process that it didn't matter to me and that I didn't want to track him down for homicidal purposes outside of that context.
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Date: 2013-06-03 03:13 am (UTC)Oh yeah, I heard about that. It was Eridan, right?
[... or was Eridan the one who killed her]
[for the life of her she can't remember]
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Date: 2013-06-03 04:06 am (UTC)[No more shaking.] I have to admit that I miss him in spite of it all, as much if not more than the rest of them... probably only second to you.
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Date: 2013-06-03 04:19 am (UTC)Well, there's only so much one can really miss an overpowering genocide complex, and none of the other dangerous women with eyepatches I befriended could entirely... replace you. Since we knew each other back when dimensional stability could be taken for granted, it was easier to build bonds and assume they'd last. So, yes.
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Date: 2013-06-03 04:23 am (UTC)I don't know how I feel about that.
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