First Blood (Do;)

[speakveryclearly]

[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!)

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[obfuskate]

The situation involving Earth, involving dimensional bridges forged between it and Alternia...

What time period was this? [ he has to wonder if it's something he needs to know for Earth's protection... ]

[speakveryclearly]

Your year of... 2009? April 13th.

[obfuskate]

I see... so briefly, nothing I must personally worry about.

Your Earth is clearly an alternate from my own. It is impossible that yours and mine are related in any way.

[speakveryclearly]

Of course, if your chronology of that time period differs at all. I've seen several such situations before merely in my brief time here.

[obfuskate]

... I see.

[ As a protector of that planet, he has to wonder if utilizing universal travel would be a necessity...

Hn. That's not as important as some other things right now. ]

Should you learn more of this place, as well as how to leave to our own dimensions, you must inform me. I will do the same for you. [ Might as well extend an offer just to get what he wants. Selfish? Perhaps, but it isn't the first time he's used someone. ]

[speakveryclearly]

[Her brow furrowing.]

At the moment, with what information I have, I don't actually intend to return home; but I'll keep your request in mind, sir. The proliferation of information is something I value strongly.

[ONE STEP AHEAD.]

[obfuskate]

Good. I will take your word for it, for now.

Do not call me sir. Simply call me... Shadow.

[ the guy who gets put in aus as a vampire by most shitty fangirls and he's already met kan and another vamp. yep!!! ]

[speakveryclearly]

Sha... dow.

[Well, at least it's six letters long, and she's certainly not going to give him shit for that being his name. There are people out there in her history who think rainbows are cute and cuddly, for crying out loud. There are also people in her history whose throats she has affectionately and intimately perforated with her teeth out of bitterness. These lists rather thoroughly intersect.]

[obfuskate]

Good. I see you are capable of proper pronunciation.

[ A little light-hearted, perhaps, but probably not without being demeaning. Oh well. ]

Are your weapons as minor as the punny girl's trident? [ and uh, one more thing... ] What... exactly is a 'rainbow drinker'?

[speakveryclearly]

A rainbow drinker is the troll equivalent of the "vampires" that I've been led to understand exist in human culture. [Her lips curl back to show off her classical fangs.]

I was one of the few to select a new weapon here, which I intend to use in conjunction with my old one: Respectively eyeshadow and lipstick. [...right, what that sounds like.] I mean a gun and a chainsaw.

[obfuskate]

... First and foremost, I must wonder how you managed to confuse makeup with weaponry. A vampire, however...

[ Hm. That must mean--! ]

I see. You are also immortal.

[ He never thought he'd have immortal company until he got here, really. He thought he was the only one of his kind... well, sans the Biolizard. ]

[speakveryclearly]

Of course; there's no confusion about it. [Her sentence is meant to answer both topics, as she raises one of her gloved hands and decaptchalogues her eyeshadow - for the uninitiated, it appears in her hand out of thin air. Then, again apparently with no effort on Kanaya's part, the item transforms instantaneously into a gun and then back again.]

[obfuskate]

... ...
... ...

[ Well, that is the most awkward silence he has ever had. It is difficult to leave Shadow at a loss for words and totally speechless, yet Kanaya has done it. Congratulations, gold star, etc. ]

For your sake, I should hope it is functional.

By that, I mean the eyeshadow.

[ Clearly he means the eyeshadow. Listen to that sarcasm. ]

[speakveryclearly]

[She bats her eyelashes - a lush, unnatural bright green.]

Oh, I assure you it is.

[obfuskate]

[ Nice, big pause. ]

... I do hope you know I wasn't serious.

[ How sad is it that he can't tell? Pretty sad. It could go either way. ]

[speakveryclearly]

Oh.

[GODDAMN EARTH SARCASM, WE MEET AGAIN.]

[obfuskate]

Pathetic. Be more cautious. Defending yourself is more important than applying your makeup.

[ He thought this girl was somewhat respectable, but if she seriously puts that over her gun's functionality? NOPE. ]

[speakveryclearly]

I'm aware, [though the slight undertone of defensive hurt, as much as she tries to hide it, indicates that her makeup goes beyond vanity for her and almost strikes the point of identity.] If that fails, it's what my chainsaw is for.

[obfuskate]

Hmph. Good. Keep your guard up, Maryam. These Masked are not to be trusted... nor is the Initiative.

[ A vague statement of distrust later, he leans forward to shut off the feed, scowling as per usual. ] You will need luck to survive.

[ And off he goes. How cryptic... ]