Kanaya Maryam (
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Entry tags:
- ashraf salib (original),
- kanaya maryam (homestuck),
- sayaka miki (madoka magica),
- sollux captor (homestuck),
- ✝ bariyan e kodhi (original),
- ✝ equius zahhak (homestuck),
- ✝ eridan ampora [homestuck],
- ✝ gamzee makara [homestuck],
- ✝ kanji tatsumi (persona 4),
- ✝ kinna nananea (original),
- ✝ meenah peixes [homestuck],
- ✝ raven darkholme [marvel 10005],
- ✝ roxy lalonde (homestuck),
- ✝ samus aran (metroid),
- ✝ shadow [sonic the hedgehog]
First Blood (Do;)
[The camera for once shows neither a peering face nor an accidental other body part. Instead it's being held landscape-style, like a cinematic work - or perhaps a better term would be "security camera footage". There are two people, about six feet away from the camera; the shot isn't masterly, but at least steady. The first thing that's apparent is that it's an Initiative soldier and a young looking alien teenager, maybe 14 at most. Said teenager is pretty tall, but from the way his clothes hang too loosely and yet too short in several areas on his frame, he's obviously malnourished. Those transports familiar with trolls will be able to identify him as one from the long curling horns going up and up out of his shaggy rats' nest of too long hair and gray skin, but there's something off.
Namely, that the fully trained and adult soldier is looking downright intimidated by this kid encroaching on his personal space with only a pair of reasonably harmless looking juggling clubs in hand. Maybe it's the sloppily applied clown makeup. Or maybe it's the messy looking band of scar tissue peaking out from the sagging collar of the kid's worn Capricorn T-shirt and the almost-fresh indigo-blooded bite-mark on his throat. Actually, it's probably the way the kid is creepily sing-songing everything he says with sudden and unexpected changes in volume.]
Your words are up and spilling their secrets full out in here. THEY'RE BEING UP LIKE A DROPPED WINGBEAST EGG. Splat. SQUISH. Motherfucker. HUMAN.
They're telling at me that you're not getting your motherfucking listen on to me. GOT A WHISPER ON WHAT YOU'RE NOT KICKING WITH NO UNDERSTANDING.
Tell it all at you nice and slow. BEING AN UNDERSTANDING BROTHER WHAT OF YOUR HUMAN PAN NOT BEING DOWN WITH THE KNOWING. Ask at you this again all nice and gentle-like.
WHERE
did
THIS HEAD MOTHERFUCKING BITCH
what brought us here
WHAT IS LOCKING US ALL DOWN IN HERE
get her scamper off to?
[The camera at this point moves out of the cinematic landscape perspective to a portrait position: The cameraman aiming it on themselves now. Camerawoman? Cameratroll? The person who's been running it is in fact a young woman, likewise 14, likewise recognizable as of Alternia by her candy-corn horns, medium and curved, the one to the viewer's right bearing a sharp hook; but something's off about her as well. Sure, she has a snazzy black-and-white dress on with the Virgo symbol on the breast; but her gloved hands on the communicator, even though they're black, seem a little... jaded. Maybe her butch haircut is a little too out-of-fashion? The bright green makeup covering both her lips and her eyelashes also makes her look a little harsher. And of course, unlike all the other gray-skinned trolls, she glows bright white.]
I'm sorry to interrupt.
[In sharp contrast to the boy's chaotic singsong, though just as notably unusual, the girl speaks very clearly and carefully.]
My friend and I just got here a few days ago, taken out of a rather... stressful situation, and there's quite a bit of confusion. For one thing, a lot of people seem to be rather confused about... trolls, as are the other trolls about us - though, well, I am a rainbow drinker to be more accurate; but of course most of my audience doesn't even know what a rainbow proper is so why should you care. Anyway, if you'd like to address us by name, mine is Kanaya Maryam... [A return of cinematic view to the troll boy.] And my dear friend over there is Gamzee Makara, and possibly under the jurisdiction of whatever the humans here pretend to respect as laws at this point.
[Gamzee obviously heard her, and turns in the direction of the camera with a little bit of a snarl. Or is that a crooked smile? Hard to tell, and he probably doesn't even know.]
What are you up and motherfucking getting your snipe on about, bitchsis? You-- HEY MOTHERFUCKER WHO UP AND SAID YOU COULD GET YOUR RUN ON?!
[And that would be the increasingly unnerved soldier making a break for freedom and Gamzee disappearing out of sight. And that sound that just came from the side there? That was not a good sound. It was a very bad sound. Kanaya's gloved hand rises - reaching out to intervene, maybe? But after an ambivalent pause, the feed just ends.]
((OOC: Gamzee and Kanaya are both pleased to meet you, we... can't really promise, but! If you have a preference for one, the other, or both separately, please specify, but by default they will be threadjacking the stuffing out of each other. TYIA!)
Namely, that the fully trained and adult soldier is looking downright intimidated by this kid encroaching on his personal space with only a pair of reasonably harmless looking juggling clubs in hand. Maybe it's the sloppily applied clown makeup. Or maybe it's the messy looking band of scar tissue peaking out from the sagging collar of the kid's worn Capricorn T-shirt and the almost-fresh indigo-blooded bite-mark on his throat. Actually, it's probably the way the kid is creepily sing-songing everything he says with sudden and unexpected changes in volume.]
Your words are up and spilling their secrets full out in here. THEY'RE BEING UP LIKE A DROPPED WINGBEAST EGG. Splat. SQUISH. Motherfucker. HUMAN.
They're telling at me that you're not getting your motherfucking listen on to me. GOT A WHISPER ON WHAT YOU'RE NOT KICKING WITH NO UNDERSTANDING.
Tell it all at you nice and slow. BEING AN UNDERSTANDING BROTHER WHAT OF YOUR HUMAN PAN NOT BEING DOWN WITH THE KNOWING. Ask at you this again all nice and gentle-like.
WHERE
did
THIS HEAD MOTHERFUCKING BITCH
what brought us here
WHAT IS LOCKING US ALL DOWN IN HERE
get her scamper off to?
[The camera at this point moves out of the cinematic landscape perspective to a portrait position: The cameraman aiming it on themselves now. Camerawoman? Cameratroll? The person who's been running it is in fact a young woman, likewise 14, likewise recognizable as of Alternia by her candy-corn horns, medium and curved, the one to the viewer's right bearing a sharp hook; but something's off about her as well. Sure, she has a snazzy black-and-white dress on with the Virgo symbol on the breast; but her gloved hands on the communicator, even though they're black, seem a little... jaded. Maybe her butch haircut is a little too out-of-fashion? The bright green makeup covering both her lips and her eyelashes also makes her look a little harsher. And of course, unlike all the other gray-skinned trolls, she glows bright white.]
I'm sorry to interrupt.
[In sharp contrast to the boy's chaotic singsong, though just as notably unusual, the girl speaks very clearly and carefully.]
My friend and I just got here a few days ago, taken out of a rather... stressful situation, and there's quite a bit of confusion. For one thing, a lot of people seem to be rather confused about... trolls, as are the other trolls about us - though, well, I am a rainbow drinker to be more accurate; but of course most of my audience doesn't even know what a rainbow proper is so why should you care. Anyway, if you'd like to address us by name, mine is Kanaya Maryam... [A return of cinematic view to the troll boy.] And my dear friend over there is Gamzee Makara, and possibly under the jurisdiction of whatever the humans here pretend to respect as laws at this point.
[Gamzee obviously heard her, and turns in the direction of the camera with a little bit of a snarl. Or is that a crooked smile? Hard to tell, and he probably doesn't even know.]
What are you up and motherfucking getting your snipe on about, bitchsis? You-- HEY MOTHERFUCKER WHO UP AND SAID YOU COULD GET YOUR RUN ON?!
[And that would be the increasingly unnerved soldier making a break for freedom and Gamzee disappearing out of sight. And that sound that just came from the side there? That was not a good sound. It was a very bad sound. Kanaya's gloved hand rises - reaching out to intervene, maybe? But after an ambivalent pause, the feed just ends.]
((OOC: Gamzee and Kanaya are both pleased to meet you, we... can't really promise, but! If you have a preference for one, the other, or both separately, please specify, but by default they will be threadjacking the stuffing out of each other. TYIA!)
[Voice]
[She suddenly bursts out laughing--] Equius, do you think -- Gamzee -- is there a caliginous misconstruction going on here. Oh my god. I'm so sorry, it's -- haha. Ha. Ha. No. No, that is the furthest thing from what is. Ha. No. No no. No no no no. No.
I don't know anything at all about Sollux's current state; but we were most certainly marooned. Ten Earth months. Utter torture. Humans, eh. Talk about inhumane. [She gets a little higher and faster as she goes, making a slightly panicked glance at Gamzee; where is he going with this.]
[Voice]
-No, Maryam. I used the term relationship, that doesn't mean romantic. It would be wise for you to not make such assumptions, I have no real interest in whatever personal escapades you choose to explore. [His tone is very serious and hard here. Seriously, he just said the word relationship, goodness gracious.]
My comment about Sollux is because he is from some previous place before this one- Right. Well- I am experiencing an easier time with the humans then, as well as the other races here. They do not fall under the hemospectrum and thus can be treated in a more unbiased manner which makes experiencing them an entirely new and interesting study.
[Voice]
[Kanaya's casual relax only makes him angrier, and even the quieter moments are loud. His singsong cracks in unpleasant ways.
But then Equius's casual question stops him completely. He's silent through the rest, except for a disbelieving snort at the 'unbiased']
WHAT DID YOU UP AND SAY ABOUT ME GETTING MY MURDER ON AT YOU? Only motherfuckers I up and got with making corpsy was Kanaya and that human. BEST BE TELLING AT ME WHAT YOU'RE BEING ON ABOUT, BROTHER.
[Voice]
It's definitely not my place to be saying this, but I had been under the distinct and repeatedly corroborated impression that humans, as beings possessed of bright red off-spectrum blood, were below even the lowest members of the Alternian hemospectrum. I mean, they are aliens, but. At least theoretically.
[She's not even sure how to react to Eq's new accusation. So she... temporarily doesn't.]
[Voice]
Bright red is an issue, but they are a completely different species and were raised in an extremely different culture that doesn't recognize the same class system we do. They should be treated accordingly. To treat them as trolls, mutant shade or not is ridiculous and completely out of the question. They are not trolls and don't deserve to be even grouped together with us. [There's a pause where he adjusts his shades, not that they can see.]
It's extremely foolish to interact with other species in that way. They are beneath us, yes, but further information gathering is always beneficial and I tend to treat such knowledge with respect, as I did with the Strider human when inquiring about the classing system humans used based on waxing poetic.
[Voice]
[He laughs, and licks his lips--it comes off creepy and almost lascivious. Almost.]
But I'll get some generous all down on you and tell at you I've not had no pies or even a lick all of slime for--
[But he has trouble remembering. They cut him down to nearly nothing and then cut him off completely and then--well things got even more fucked up.]
BITCHSIS, TELL AT HIM HOW LONG.
[There's not much else he cares to comment on in that, so he just lets them babble about the humans at each other.]
[Voice]
[Dave came in the 6th human month of their year and brought with him the calendars that indicated Medic's departure in the 7th and it was almost the 10th when--]
At least three human months. We kept exhorting you to have an actual diet, and it did work eventually. [And -- oh, she included Gokudera in that by reflex. That kind of hurts, remembering he's not going to be around. Though only a little bit, for her. Not like for Gamzee.]
[Voice]
[Equius lets out a slight gasp before his teeth clamp together, grinding a bit. Gamzee's tone again, makes him wheeze a little, but he tries his best to hide it. He's just... rather aggressive, like so long ago when he was here for a short while. He still isn't used to it, of course it's a pleasant surprise though.]
[Other wise he stays quiet because, well, Gamzee is speaking to someone else. Those two are having a conversation, he should remain quiet and allow them to continue.]
[Voice]
[Yeah. Bad move Kanaya. Reminding him of the person he was pale for and isn't here when he really really really needs a moirail. Equius is ignored in favor of freaking out at the reminder.]
[Voice]
It was every last one of us at some point, Gamzee. Remember Willow. [And how they ate lunch together. Le sigh.]
[Voice]
[Voice]
Motherfuckers are all up and gone. Humans are NOT BEING GOOD FOR NOTHING BUT--BUT KICKING THE ABSENCE.
[Voice]
You're preaching to the choir, best bro. [Oh, she said it. Finally.]
Some of them claimed to be capable of magic, but I'm pretty sure that was just inane babbling, wasn't it. [Is Equius even listening? Equius who, let's just talk about how much humans suck.]
[Voice]
[Voice]
What have you got your stubs peeled all on, peasantblood?
[There's something vicious the way he says the words, and it's clear he's not forgotten the anger he's got stored up. He is however distracted from it for now.]
[Voice]
Pray tell. [There's a condescending metrical emphasis on the theological term that sounds suspiciously appropriate to the subjugglator's potential disciple.]
[Voice]
Yes well- [Serious clearing of his throat.]
The Initiative has brought many different types of individuals here from many different worlds and dimensions, not to mention times, ugh. [Don't even ask about how many times people have been completely incompetent with the technology here, dear mothergrub.]
Since arriving here, I've seen various types of "magic". People have claimed to be 'elementals', some sort of, being embodied with a natural element like wind. I've met a girl who can levitate things very much like our common psionics users. Also shapeshifters that can change into things like, well- dragons. It's all rather ridiculous and completely preposterous. [Sigh...]
But real, I suppose.
[Voice]
That's some bitchtits powerful things what people got. WHAT MOTHERFUCKING ElSE?
[Voice]
Dragons were already a real thing. How much of this is actually science.
[Voice]
Another individual, I have seen from experience, can turn into a black like... tar, and seems to be unaffected by physical violence. [Shuddered breath.] With I learned first hoof- hand.
There are also many other types of beings, mutants or Homo sapiens superior, Hollows, Great Mortals, krogans, Scots- many of which are not magical, but others that are.
Dragons are creatures of magic, Maryam, and it's not that they are dragons, it's that individuals can turn into them.
A good deal is actually science, but I've looked into it enough to find that magic isn't excluded. [His tone doesn't change whenever speaking to Kanaya, it seems a little less eager compared to how he speaks in relation to Gamzee, but not by much.]
It's important to realize that since these beings are infact from completely different dimensions, that they do come from one where magic does in fact exist. Even if it's exceptionally silly.
[Voice]
A brother's got to be getting his look on into these motherfuckers. PEER ALL DOWN INTO THEIR PARTS AND MAGICS.
[Voice]
Equius, the Scots are one of Earth's uncivilized nationalities.