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[gam8lignants.livejournal.com]

So.
What's a girl gotta do to find some adventure around here????????


[She was definitely confused as hell as to where she was, but god if she'd let you know that.
Soooooo Mindfang's just gonna latch onto the nearest internet source and casually ask questions.]

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[GASP.]

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[OMGOMGOMGOMGKLGDSLK?? She'd fangirl but this girl doesn't sound like Mindfang's journal. Is she just pulling her leg?]

[gam8lignants.livejournal.com]

[She's gonna disregard that jab at her maturity missy. But only because it seems to be you're expecting her to be as old as those other trolls she's talked to.]

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[STEP OFF HER GIRL. Except she could never say that to her ancestor because it's her ancestor MAN.]

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[She turns off the computer and quickly heads back to her room, straightening up her outfit before heading off to the library.
Gotta look bamf for your kid, after all. Or. Someone who is apparently your kid even though you've never filled a bucket in your life. ]

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[She totally primps does not primp for her ancestor!! She's just fine the way she is. She makes a point of wearing her God Tier outfit to show off her levels, though.

And then she waits for her, leaning back on her heels and fluttering her wings. She almost considered going to get Mindfang's journal and asking for an autograph but that's immature and silly!!!!!!!! (she'll ask for it later)]

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[She'll just come striding in in her more casual clothes; her scorpio tank, a long black and blue trimmed jacket, and of course, bright red boots. Her hair is pulled back and draped over one shoulder, and her eyes are bright and alert.

Bring it on, bitches, where's dis little descendant?!]

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[Vriska hones in on the horns that match hers a little too eagerly, and hurries over with that same eagerness that she's really trying to play down.

But she just can't help it! If this really is her ancestor then this is so cool.]

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[Mindfang pauses when she sees Vriska approaching, and puts hands on her hips.]

Vriska, I presume? [She's looking her over, eyebrows quirking with interest when she comes to the wings.]

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The one and only!

[Vriska sneers, mimicking the pose as she regards her ancestor critically. She does look a little older, but it's nothing like she imagined her. She always expected an adult ancestor so this is... pretty weird to her!]

And you're supposed to be Mindfang??

[gam8lignants.livejournal.com]

'Supposed to be'?

[She quirks a brow, amused.]

Don't see who else I'd be. Though I guess I could understand your hesitance-- apparently I'm younger than the rest of my friends around here. Preeeeeeeetty weird time shenanigans.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

Like I said before, you could just be an impostor!

[Vriska takes a moment to circle her, looking her up and down and considering her excitedly critically. So this was her Ancestor, just younger, huh...?]

Soooooooo, wait a minute! Do you know all of the other Ancestors? Weren't you guys not all alive at the same time? That's what your journal said!

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[Mindfang blinks, and pulls a black book out of her coat pocket inlaid with the Scorpio symbol on the cover.]

This journal? How do you know what would be in my journal....?

[She shakes her head, though.]

Why wouldn't we all know each other?? We're all playing the game together.

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[HNNNGH IT IS HER. Oh god oh god she must contain herself.]

Because I have it in my room, of course! You're my Ancestor, why wouldn't I have it?

[But that other part trips her up and she looks confused.]

Game? You can't be talking about Sgrub.

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Yeah...? How do you know about Sgrub?

[But her mind flickers back to the conversation she had with the older Signless, and Mindfang purses her lips.]

Signless, the older one, said that he had never played the game.
But he'd dreamed about our session since he was young. He knows everything that happened...

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Because we're the ones playing it?? We beat the game, and then a buuuuuuuunch of shit happened and we ended up in the Veil.

[Vriska is trying to wrap her head around this. Mindfang's journal had never mentioned the game, and that definitely seems like something worth mentioning, right?]

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We haven't finished our session yet. Or at least, we hadn't when I got here.

[Pause.]

There must've been time shenanigans.

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[Suddenly something occurs to her. What if their session wasn't the first session. What if... what if-]

Or a Scratch.

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A Scratch??

[Something in the back of her mind pings that word as Very Important, but she couldn't quite place it.]

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A hard reset of the game. The humans we created were going to cause one before I got here.

[gam8lignants.livejournal.com]

[Mindfang frowns, thinking about it.]

I... We definitely did mess some things up, that's for sure.