SUBJECT: So, uh ........ a8out whatever is up with this place?

[hypertoxic]

[ USER: #005682 ]

Since there's fuck all else to do, I decided to try flying around and seeing how far I could get! Not gonna lie, I would have ditched every single one of you losers if I could.
8ut I couldn't! No matter how far or high I fly, there's just ........ nothing. Nothing at all! Though if you go up high it gets pretty fucking cold, so I don't recommend trying it to people who aren't dead.
Anyway, there's your upd8. We are even more trapped than we previously assumed!

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[messianic]

[Correct.

Minato's quiet while she talks, expression contemplative.

Hm... The way she says it--it really does sound incredibly lonely, and he can't blame her at all. Not being around people...because you're dead, but somehow aware of it...

It's a special sort of awful, isn't it?

He listens, and there's a pause as he considers it, and then... as if out of nowhere:]

I know we just kind of ended up in these houses at random, but I hope you don't mind if I stay for awhile.

[(So she's not alone, when she sounds so lonely.)]

But thank you for explaining it to me.

[hypertoxic]

[ out of sorts, vriska frowns and looks away, pawing her messy, knotted hair over her shoulder. it's no longer in braids, but she hasn't been able to untangle it despite days of frustration. ]

You're asking my permission?

[ ... ]

It's fine. I mean, I'm not against it or anything. You seem nice?

[messianic]

Sure. It just seemed right.

[Of course he's asking! It's the right thing to do in a case where they've been shoved together without their permission........ also it's sort of his way of saying he's not going to ditch her to be alone again, because she sounded way too lonely in that moment.]

So in that case... I'm Minato. It's nice to meet you.

[hypertoxic]

[ very softly ]

... it is very kind of you to ask. You're more than welcome to stay. I mean, it's not really my decision, anyway.

[ another beat. she chances a look at him, her brow furrowed in uncertainty. ]

My name is Vriska. It's ... it's nice to meet you too, I guess.

[ ... ]

You don't seem all that weirded out by me.

[messianic]

[...Well.

He just kind of snorts softly at that, an amused noise.]

Well... I woke up in a well in some sort of strange colorless Town, and met a lot of people with strange abilities.

You look more unique than most of the people I've seen appearance-wise, but I don't think that's a bad thing.

[Also, he's surpassed his weird quota so now he's just accepting everything.]

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska huffs through her nose, a sound that is almost a laugh. ]

Haha. Unique is one word for it, I guess. There are worse ones! So you know what, I'll take it.

[messianic]

[And, perfectly straightfaced:]

The horns are cool though.

[Very impressive? Horns are like. One of those things that totally works somehow.]

[hypertoxic]

[ .... SNORT ]

You think? [ she reaches up to brush her fingers over one of them, smiling crookedly. ] I guess they would seem that way to someone without horns. Wanna touch 'em?

[ bows her head a little, if he wants to reach out. ]

[messianic]

[... You know what.

Sure.

He'll go for it. He reaches out, touching them carefully. Hm...!!]

They're really solid. I guess I'm not really sure what I was expecting.

[Real!! Horns!!]

You're not human then, right?

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska will smile a little. It doesn't really feel like all that much to her. Just some very faint sensations, like what you might feel if someone touched your fingernails. ]

Well now you know they're real!

[ She'll sit up again, smiling crookedly. ]

Good job, genius. You just figure that out?

[ a pause, and she shakes her head. somewhat more earnestly: ]

You're right, I'm not. I'm a troll.

[messianic]

[And, rather deadpan:]

Yes, it took me awhile to figure it out.

[Anyway--]

A troll...? [Huh!!] I've never heard of trolls before.

[hypertoxic]

Are you always this slow on the uptake, or...?

[ she trails off, her grin fleeting. ]

Yeah, you wouldn't have. If you had, I'd know who you were! [ that's cryptic. ] All you really need to know is that trolls are an alien race from a different planet than Earth. That's the whole story, really!

[messianic]

[... That's really cryptic.

Hm...!!]

The whole story, huh... [Seems like it is probably Not The Whole story, but he can tell when something doesn't belong at rank 1 of the Social Link.]

So what's it like on other planets?

[hypertoxic]

[ aint it just.

also minato honestly you do not want her to tell you about homestuck. run. save yourself. ]

Uh, well. The only one I can really tell you about is my homeworld! Alternia. It had two moons, and a sun much more intense than Earth's, to my understanding. It was a dangerous place to live! Populated only by the young of our species, since once you came of age you got sent off-world to fight in the Empress's wars. As a rule trolls are a warlike race of conquerors, though most of my friends were softhearted losers. [ this is said with a kind of distant fondness. ]

[messianic]

[It's too late, he's too entrenched.

There's no saving himself now...!! Also that's... interesting, honestly. Warlike race of conquerors, huh...?]

...What about you? [Her friends, sure, but how does Vriska fall into all of this? Is she also a fierce conqueror?

(Also, it sounds kind of lonely, everyone getting sent off to fight in some war...)]