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[palestporn]

Gamzee: Why did he grubnap you anyway

Shit, you've been asking yourself that as long as you've been here.

What you remember of the night you got brought, the Sufferer Redeemed asked you not a whole motherfucking lot worth remembering. Some shit as easy as chatting on the street, about your lusus and your hive, your name and your hatchsign. Some shit more confusing, about dreams, and what a troll is and who they are, and what you thought about the hemospectrum, and about souls and spirits and ghosts.

You recall answering best you could, but you'd been eight sweeps and growing and hungry and more interested in the food he had out than in how he looked at you. Shit's been rough the colder your blood goes since the empress fell long the fuck ago, and you only remember one thing standing out at you--how you saw his fine food and his rings in gold and candy red and his crown that he stole and he took it from you, WHAT YOU SHOULD BE BY BLOOD AND HATCHRIGHT--

He'd been looking past you, when you pulled your stare away to look up at him, and for a second he'd been froze and still, showing teeth and wide, red eyes. Not at you, but somewhere past you in the dark. And then he'd taken name and sign and hive from you, and stowed you away like a wriggler sneaking a treat in their pocket.

You would've heard the door open if some motherfucker came in behind you while you talked, you know you would have. So it's been a real hell of a mystery all the sweeps you've been here, what he was looking at.

Downright motherfucking mysterious.

You were just about chill with it, for a while there. You got chill about a lot of stuff. And then a couple perigees ago the head conciliatrix caught you in your sopor and cut you off cold, and a lot of shit you were cool with has started niggling and biting at you again.

It's enough to send a motherfucker out of his damn thinkpan, just sitting in the conciliatrium and thinking and THINKING on shit. So when you saw everybody move and hustle around one of the reading blocks, like they only do when the emperor's up late, you only needed the ghost of a push from one half-whispered thought to send you up on your feet and moving.

You weren't called for, and you know it--you'll figure that out once you get inside. But first, there's a big, mean-looking motherfucker at the door, shorter than you but a whole lot wider. So it seems like you gotta use whatever dim spark of thinkpan you've got and figure a way to get this motherfucker to let you in.

Gamzee: Intrude

==> Play soft and harmless. Time to try what you've learned. ==> Play proud and pushy. Nobody denies the emperor's palemates. ==> Tell the truth. There's no law you can't come talk to your emperor. ==> he's sle⁇py an※ slow tæΨ£ his t⸘roat out

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