First ♐: [text, then video]

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

D --> What is the meaning of this
D --> I'm not sure what my e%pectations were of the afterlife
D --> But this is abso100t fiddl

[there's a lengthy pause, then the video feed clicks on. It's another one of those trolls, and this one appears to be in peak physical condition.

he's also sweating so profusely it's making his skin glisten, and in one hand he's holding half the keyboard. the other half is currently not in view.

once he opens his mouth, it becomes obvious he's missing some teeth.]

I demand information pertaining to the nature of my current location and, if known, the location of any other trolls currently sharing my predicament.

[He passes a hand over his forehead, brushing off moisture. When he looks back at the camera, his expression softens slightly.]

Nepeta, if you're here... my deepest apologies.

Comments

He can't help it he loves being STRONG

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

[Equius shakes his head. he will never understand your attraction to stairs.]

Stop taking such risks at once. Just because we're all dead now doesn't mean you can treat your prosthetics like simple wiggler playthings.

oooh mister equius oooh

[pchaaair]

Uhh, I'll try, to do that.

And, we're not really, err, dead here, I don't think, because I don't remember dying, even if people told me, that I did.

and I will leave my wifebeater sweaty

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

You're the second person to insist that we aren't, in fact, currently trapped in some sort of afterlife. Am I the only one here with even basic recollection?

/swoon!

[pchaaair]

That's because, we aren't, I don't think.

Um.

Did something, happen to you, Equius?

Meanwhile: dice exploding, fiduspawn turning gay, it was awesome

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

[Equius spreads his hands. he's not proud of the way things turned out, but it was never his place to question Gamzee's will.]

I allowed the highblood to overpower me.

HOW BRILLIANT

[pchaaair]

[Oh. Oh.

Wait, what? He understands the implications even if he doesn't know the details, but...]

Err, I... see. Why did, uh, that happen?

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

[that gets an impatient scoff out of Equius.]

Even someone of your poor breeding must understand the ways of higher bloods. He finally ceased his incredulous resistance of the role the hemospectrum created for him. The circumstances were unfortunate, but of course it was only a matter of time before nature took its course.

[pchaaair]

Well, I guess I understand, but, he seemed fine, when I last saw him, and, not really violent, or anything like that.

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

You must be from further back in the timeline, then.

[he pauses to make short work of one of his fresh towels.]

We will stop talking about this now. Don't do anything foolish on those mechanical legs, I only have my basic tools here with me.

[pchaaair]

I'll try, not to, but, sometimes it's sort of hard, because there aren't really anything but, um, stairs here.

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

What? You're serious? There's nothing but stairs?

So unacceptable.

[pchaaair]

I guess, but, it's not that hard to get used to, I don't think.

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

Hmpf. Well, until I figure out an alternative method, try not to do anything that could be considered excessively foolhardy even by rustblood standards.

[pchaaair]

Err, okay. That is something that, I can try to do.

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

[Equius just linefaces. Do or do not, Tavros.

Done with the conversation, he gets up and shuts off the feed. RUDE, Equius. SO RUDE.]