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exegesisindigo·:

Listening a moment as Mallek talked, he tave a slow,understanding nod, scratching at his chin as he seemed to brighten up a little.Well, he went from “completely dejected” to “just a bit disappointed”, so thatwas better than nothing. Any progress is good progress, right?

“I… I think I’m getting it.”

“I have to make it more obvious, yeah? Overdo it a little?Well, not like, overdo it overdo it,but… provoke him, I guess. Draw out the hate he may be already harboring.1”

MALLEK: bingo;

you beam and show those pearly whites. perhaps this conversation would be more PERSONALLY FULFILLING if you had a better outlook on quadrants. you’re late in your young life — you treat the game as more STRATEGIC than INDULGENT. imperial drones have no sympathy for the sentimental.

MALLEK: you can do it; youre a perfectly hateable asshole; MALLEK: i mean that as a compliment; MALLEK: but if you dont stake your claim to dinner he wont reserve the seat at the table;

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achronism·:

      “Oh I am certain I have a few colorful euphemisms I could also impart, but as I would really prefer not to curse I will leave them to your imagination!” 

          Thus far, you have no reason to find the blueblood unpleasant which is… strange to say the least. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just… strange.            Though really, you have to resist the urge to snort derisively when he asks about your caste’s expected means of employment. It really is not his fault for asking; the Empire did not give you many choices, and most Burgundies weren’t strong enough to be Helmsmen. You are not sure if you would count yourself lucky in that regard, but…            You grin, the wide grin that seems to unnerve all of your friends the most, and shake your head, placing your hands together and tugging them apart carefully. Between them, one of your seldom-used musicboxes seems to unfold, fractal and glimmering, and you let its tinny, fragmented melody play as you idly slow and speed up the time around the both of you.            “Actually, I was fighting the Angel of Double Death for the sake of the remainder of reality and the new one some of my friends were trying to escape into! Watching universes collapse is oddly satisfying! Would recommend, if you can handle the vacuum of space!”

are you tripping?

you watch as the world seems to lag — just before it catches up on itself on a moment’s notice, deconstructing what you once knew was LINEAR and PACED. the music box that she’s summoned seems like more than just STRIFE EQUIPMENT. its handle spins hypnotically. you were not under the impression that burgundies could have such powerful, mind-altering PSYCHIC INFLUENCE.

but you are captivated most of all not by what happens around you, nor by the implement the rust has summoned — it is the UNNERVING GRIN that stares you down with its pearly whites. you’ve never felt like you’ve met eyes with a smile. such metaphorical eyes tell you OMINOUS STORIES.

MALLEK: what;

you can’t bring yourself to understand what she’s talking about when you’re so GOD DAMN DISORIENTED. your heart pounds loud and it doesn’t pound at a steady beat.

MALLEK: the universe; MALLEK: what the fuck are you talking about;

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expensiveknives·:

[You look up and see some blue spectrum. A bit longer look lets you know that he’s a cerulean troll. Not to be confused with indigo, because they won’t let you forget it. He’s not some famous one, you don’t think, at least he’s never been on your personal radar. So lowbloods tend not to want him dead.]

[You look at the strange drinks he was referencing, and you are bored. You also don’t want to piss off a blue, even if it was the lesser blue.]

alright *|

[You agree, even though you don’t need him to pay.]

can i ask why? * for obvious reasons *|

MALLEK: sweet;

you mumble out an order to the BARTENDER, who looks at you funny considering you clearly aren’t familiar with whatever’s on the menu, but figures you’re OLD ENOUGH to be there anyway. he starts mixing you both up some more SUNSET LOOKING DRINKS, of which you’ve become very fond.

you turn back to the olive and maintain your UNRELENTINGLY CASUAL DEMEANOR. you try not to be one of those INTENSE BLUES, even though you undoubtedly are.

MALLEK: i dont actually know you; that alone = intriguing; MALLEK: but i feel like i should; MALLEK: that != a pickup line; trust; if i have to drop one itll be one that != so god damn cheesy; MALLEK: have you ever been to outglut;

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exegesisindigo·:

He’s practically beaming at this point, eyes lit up like a12th perigee tree.

“Rank in society seems to be determined by gender, wealth,or familial relationships1. Tyzias told me that one. Their adultsstay on planet, and adolescents will even livewith adults, it’s crazy! And, and, they don’t have anything like an heiresseither. In fact, no human could ever live as long as some of us do. A lot of thembarely make it past 35 sweeps.”

MALLEK: huh;

what perks you up is the mention of ADULTS being allowed to remain. so they just do their jobs where they’re at and get to live the rest of their lives out in full? what a WILD FUCKING CONCEPT. they don’t have an HEIRESS... so who leads them? no one? that sounds like a right time to you.

you are so damn jealous of humans at this point. they’re attractive, they’re charismatic, and they probably have better lives than you could ever imagine. 

MALLEK: it = hard to imagine that working out for them; because that seems way too fucking perfect to be functional; MALLEK: though i guess they have less time to live; so they must want to live those two seconds out better; no point in sending someone out when theyre 10 only for them to die a moment later;

you reserve your remaining comments to yourself. that you have a long, shitty life ahead of you both, and even if your prior comment remains true for BURGUNDIES it doesn’t stop the empire from sending them out. because you’re not obtuse enough to express your NOT SO PRO-EMPIRE sentiments to someone at the penultimate top of the spectrum.

MALLEK: what else did you find out;

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tagor-gor·:

…

I’m not into the whole self-mutilation thing.  No thanks.

[ He didn’t really take that comment as lightly as he could have.  But, what do you expect from someone who has a very pristine self image?  The thought of even a fake piercing keeps him up at night. ]

Who?

I don’t know a troll by that name.

[ Then it hit him. ]

Oh wait.  I lied.  Her.  Yeah, ok.

Actually their law system here is more opportunistic than our own at home.  Dare I say, they’re innocent until proven guilty here.

So it’s not that bad, but I can’t go after Namaaq because her crimes were on Alternia…But, I did look into it here.  The humans have copyright laws.

So I am most certainly going to sue her, on an artists’ or company’s behalf.  Whoever hires me.

*_________

MALLEK: fair;

you won’t take offense to tagora’s aversion. the GREENER CASTES tend to be more uptight, for good reason. what he says would have you raise your eyebrows if you had the will to do so.

you think you’ll knock some BUSINESS SENSE into gorjek, considering that you expected something more BUSINESS SENSIBLE from him.

MALLEK: youre still going after namaaq; interesting MALLEK: i would save it for when you return; then you can win the case in front of the trolls who actually care;  MALLEK: no one knows who the hell she is here; who cares about a legislacerator who = suing a no name for their spare change; MALLEK: i think youre better off looking for bigger finbeasts; 

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leviiathan·:

You, in reply, tilt your head and chew on your lower lip. But, you don’t say anything immediately, not in a position where you want to push yourself. So, instead, you shake your head at the other, offering a smile for the other. It’s the best you have in this moment, so you stick with it. 

“Please no.” Your voice is a little breathy, as if you’re nervous. “Don’t do t)(at. I’m ALMOST begging you on t)(at end.” Shrugging your shoulders, you reach up to push your hair from your face, as if it might do something. Fingers bumping into the candy red clip you wear, you end up smoothing your fingers against it for a moment. 

“My name’s Feferi, and t)(is place isn’t mine. And I don’t want it to be mine.” That sounds weird and she ends up grinning to try and finish it up. “It’s nice to meet you. And I reely DIG t)(e piercings!” 

what a weird fucking world you have been dropped in as of late.

you can’t help but just look... CONFUSED. you can’t imagine she’s trying to manipulate you into SLIPPING UP — fuschias don’t need the excuse to fuck with someone. and her eyes speak out to you in a SOLEMN WAY, one that indicates there’s a greater story to what you’re seeing.

you cease your tilt forward and instead tilt your head to the side. you’ve only known the WRATH OF TETHIS your whole life. it never occurred to you that there were other fuschias who potentially weren’t TERRIBLE TYRANTS. 

emphasis on POTENTIALLY. you won’t let your guard down. not yet.

MALLEK: thanks;  MALLEK: im mallek; MALLEK: nice to meet you too;

you pause awkwardly, which is uncharacteristic of you. you’re just not entirely sure what to say. you choose your words carefully.

MALLEK: all my body mods are customs; but they took my stuff away when i arrived; MALLEK: what about you;

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mugjustice·:

i’ve had enough of a break

{Honestly, the idea of not working is more stressful than the idea of working. You sigh lightly.}

i hope to set up sommmme kind of office

the lawwww here is different than ours

but i mmmmight as wwwwell learn it wwwwhile i’mmmm here

wwwwhat else wwwwould i do wwwwith my timmmme

MALLEK: fair; MALLEK: you legislacerators work your asses off; there = not much else i should be expecting; huh;

there’s plenty of things you believe that can be done, but none that you’ll express to a RUTHLESS STRANGER. you lean back and see what other buttons you can press. she doesn’t seem like a TORTUROUS INQUISITOR yet, but who does on first meetings? ( lots of people do. this rhetorical question doesn’t work all that well. )

MALLEK: mind orienting a laytroll on the new law; 

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demonmcngu·:

“This way. You’re lucky you ran into the head of the reptile department. I can get you in no issues.” He said, as he began walking. “Mallek huh?” He looked at the other. “Nice to meetcha.” He said, looking ahead again. How many trolls was he going to meet while here?

MALLEK: damn; im making friends in high places;

you joke to shake off your ANXIETY. your pace continues all fast, only bothering to keep in line with mangu because he’s the one leading the way. otherwise, you’d rush ahead — not by choice, but out of HABIT.

MALLEK: ditto;  MALLEK: you know; you look like you could be from my planet MALLEK: but your name = betraying that you probably arent;

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cirwave·:

@scorists

whoa rad bling

[You point at the cerulean, nodding a bit. Better to show approval, but you don’t wanna asskiss. Honestly, based on his whole thing, you kind of get a cool af vibe from him. He might be chill.]

[If not you can just dip.]

im real fucking into it like a dont fuck with me vibe but also a p cool guy like punk aesthetic i can appreciate nonconformity

MALLEK: you got it on the fucking cartilaginous nub;

you offer a fist to pound it. this is the kind of CHILL AND CASUAL you appreciate from the warmer castes. less BACKHANDED FORMALITY. more genuine compliments.

and... you feel like you should know this troll, but you’ve never met them before. that’s for certain. 

MALLEK: im mallek; MALLEK: that = a sick aes from you too; loving the geometric thing; MALLEK: i can elevate the look with some body customs if youre into that;

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MALLEK: i dont know how long you guys have been here but it sounds like youre all jumping on each others bulges asap; since youre looking to lock in a quadrant this fast;  MALLEK: it has only been a couple wipes; MALLEK: not that i blame you for that shit; no idea what = going to happen to you next; might as well tick one off the bucket list before we all find out;

you won’t say you haven’t hypothesized about it. 

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MALLEK: i feel like i should ask;

MALLEK: = there a government here; MALLEK: i dont think ive seen anyone that could be considered an authority; MALLEK: if there = one they must be distant; not operating in the city at all; MALLEK: at least that = what i can gather being completely fucking new to this whole thing;

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exegesisindigo·:

Trotting over to the table Mallek had picked out, he sat hisbooks down on the oak with a soft thud,pulling a chair out and taking a seat.

“Oh, lots of things! Anything I can find that seemsinteresting, really. Which is… mostly everything in here. Anthropology, psychology,music history… it’s all completely new and extremely fascinating.1”

“I’ve been wanting to learn about programming sorts of things, though I don’tthink I’ll use the knowledge anywhere… I’m not exactly very electronicallyinclined.”

MALLEK: i get you; it = mostly a goldblood thing MALLEK: im told that all the time;

you lean over to look at the ABSOLUTE TOMES galekh has procured. they’re infinitely shorter than ALTERNIAN BOOK TITLES you’re familiar with, and you find that much better than the behemoth run-ons you’re used to.

MALLEK: so what did you find out about the aliens; tell me about all these fascinating things dude;

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did all my replies, check. updated my relationships page, check. post shirtless picture of mallek, check

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after 74 years i finished a digital drawing

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babeys first tattoo…..

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eyestealing·:

( @scorists / starter call. )

     “ not working either? ” sheepish as ever before, he supposes - though he’s really just embarrassed as one of two who can’t get the computer to turn on. the person just next to him, entirely unorthodox as they might seem, seems to be in the same predicament ( .. and certainly more peeved, to say the least. )

     “ i guess they did mention it before … something about being too new? ” he sighs, attempting to look in any way unfazed by the setback. “ can’t say i’m happy about it, but it’s not my job to order them around. ” 

you’re trying really hard not to rip your HAIR out of your HEAD. you can’t handle being THIS UNPLUGGED — every once in a while is fine, but this is starting to drive you up the wall. you turn from your once HEAD IN HANDS position to face the guy next to you, and the reality of being in the presence of other people helps you calm down a bit.

MALLEK: it = a real pain in the ass; MALLEK: whatever walls they have up i should be able to pull down; MALLEK: but im not familiar with this language;

you’ve tried to do some INTUITIVE TRANSLATING of the stuff to ~ATH, but it’s failing you. you refuse to accept this serendipitous confiscation of your ADDICTION, no matter how good it may be for you.

MALLEK: any luck;

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mewtinis·:

ooft. okay where did she last put her lil book of troll lingo? even she can admit she’s a little rusty but hey! no harm no foul am i right lads and ladies?

♡  – dude

sorry to invade your personal space, mallek, she’s squishing your face.

♡  – THE moth man. the man of moths. no he is not my lusus but i would very much like him to take me on a date some time? idki think i could really be the lamp his life needs 

♡  – ill be real with you though chief you are not the first troll ive encountered in my travels im sort of like. a magnet so to speak. a really smexy magnet hehe

she shrugs. no biggie. it’s just a lalonde thing, but after that roxy is quick to lead mallek along and hope for the best.

♡  – so this moth man fella hes basically like uhhh a bug with abs can you imagine that? thats moth man hes sooooo dreamy

oh okay she couldn’t keep a straight face with that.

♡  – anyway! what can i call ya handsome? i’mroxy BTW but i have a feeling this is a blooming broship

you’re not used to the FACE SQUISHING, but you’ll live with it. you’re surprised to know that she’s met other trolls before, if only for a moment — then you remember that it seems the entire SUBGRUB OF OUTGLUT got lifted from planet alternia to this URBAN JUNGLE. you’re guessing she’s met one of the few reasonable ones, considering that she’s all over you right now without a care in the world.

you keep moving on ahead, a little bounce in your step.

MALLEK: mallek; roxy = a cool name; MALLEK: i dont mind helping you find your crush; he sounds pretty interesting;  MALLEK: it = the time of the sweep everyone = looking for a quadrant mate anyway; makes sense; who wouldnt wanna go for the bug with abs;

you have trouble keeping a straight face, but it’s not that you’re judging. you’ve got QUESTIONABLE TASTE yourself by most standards, but you like to think yourself adventurous.

MALLEK: do we have to sneak up on him; or = he the type to offer an autograph;