exsilium | 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!)

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[That actually is a very satisfying thing to hear, and he checks out of the conversation briefly, grinning like a loon.]

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.]

[She rests her chin on her knuckles and leans in towards the netbook, almost leering - caught between intrigue, amusement, and disgust.]

Pray tell. [There's a condescending metrical emphasis on the theological term that sounds suspiciously appropriate to the subjugglator's potential disciple.]

[Oh, he's seems to have interested the both of them with that. Gamzee asking to know more gets his stomach churning a little and he smiles to himself, a hand moving up to softly curl and play with a lock of hair.]

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.

[He quiets, listening, and he's taking in a lot more information than the vacant expression would imply. Psionics, dragons, elements--like their hero aspects?]

That's some bitchtits powerful things what people got. WHAT MOTHERFUCKING ElSE?

[Sounding more bored, skeptical - she's resting her cheek in her hand now.]

Dragons were already a real thing. How much of this is actually science.

A great many things, sir. For example, an individual described themselves as something called a Yama. This is apparently some example of a judge meant to serve a god of some race. They judge souls and cast them to a punishment realm called Hell, all of this being some religious type of magic, I suppose. Contrasted from Hell, a Heaven exists as well where ever this Yama is from.

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.

[From the way his smile turns self-satisfied and predatory, his thoughts can't be dwelling on good things. In fact he's wondering if he could make some of them bleed. He's all full up with whispers and screams what for violence and death and right now they're bending his ear pretty good. He chuckles.]

A brother's got to be getting his look on into these motherfuckers. PEER ALL DOWN INTO THEIR PARTS AND MAGICS.

[She's disapproving and silent this entire time until Gamzee gives her her turn to speak.]

Equius, the Scots are one of Earth's uncivilized nationalities.

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