mayfield_rpg | 1st Trot

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1st Trot

[Action - 945 Beulah St]

[Hey Beulah St. Hope you're enjoying waking up to sirens, because as soon as they fade, the screaming will start. Loud, high-pitched screaming that almost sounds like a panicked horse, actually, except that it doesn't stop right away.]

[Then a chair goes flying out the window]

[Phone]

What the fuck is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

[There may be a few who recognize the voice. In theory. It's far more emotive in a terrified sort of fashion than anyone ever has heard it before, and each outburst ends with a little whinny. The owner of this voice is also well known among his friends for being against swearing of all kind]

Highblood, please, oh god, are you there? What is this thing? Hello? Highblood, everything is wrong, where are you, oh gosh please tell me you're normal, oh, I can't bear the thought of your exquisite indigo... [he chokes] like this!

Please, come and kill me again, I don't want to be like this, I feel sick...

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They only smell if they aren't properly cared for, not that I expect one so uncultured as you to understand such a concept. And anyone who has an unpleasant experience with a hoofbeast is likely to be unpleasant by nature themselves, as they are generally quite a congenial species unless otherwise provoked.

Furthermore, I have no idea what you are talking about, but I hardly think the current tone of our conversation constitutes "complaining."

Well then the ones I've always run into mustn't be cared for in the slightest. Ever. Now I'm not saying they don't serve a purpose but they're hardly something I'd idolise.

I never called you the complainer, just that you sounded like him.

[grunt. This whole conversation is annoying]

Who are you?

Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, Captain of the Gamblignants.

You are?

Oh, that pirate Vriska always goes on about. [Pft. That explains everything.]

Equius Zahhak, Heir of Void.

My descendant you mean? Interesting. You know her? [Whoops no more care aside from tell her things Eq]

We were neighbors.

Tell me about her.

There's not much to say. She is a rude, self-aggrandizing individual who's only concern in life is winning through whatever means necessary. She's ruthless and cruel, and allows her own ego to get in the way of her better judgement.

Practically the ideal troll, as you can see.

She sounds perfect, yes. No need to sound so jealous of her wiggler.

[He is just arching so many eyebrows right now. So many. Or just one of them, but it goes all the way up to his hairline, then disappears in it as it goes over the top of his head and down his neck. That eyebrow goes so far up, it travels all the way around his body, and ends up back where it belongs]

She does take after you, doesn't she.

[completely deadpan]

[well now she wishes she could see that rogue, wandering eyebrow. It sounds pretty impressive after all.]

If she does all the better for her.

[Chuckling] You do sound quite like him, wiggler.

I'm sure.

Should I be pleased or insulted about that?

Depends what your opinion is of him I suppose.

I've never heard of him. But you seem to think he is of some relevance to me, so perhaps you would be so kind as to fill in the void?

You sound like him. More and more with each word.

Shall I take a guess. You're a blueblood, higher than your friend Vriska, with a sign rather like an arrow, horns that are similar to that.

[Hrff]

Yes. And?

... And yet you nothing of your ancestor. Though he did try and erase himself from society really.

[he is so off-put by this conversation]

I could not tell you if it was his doing or not. There are many parts of history that the Condesce herself had censored for one reason or another. I am also not particularly interested in the exploits of the deceased genetic donors. His actions are not mine, and it is foolish to model my life around that of someone I will never know.

[Just as planned.]

Interesting. That you don't want to model your life on him.. They say that descendants will mimic their ancestors one way or another.

And what if he appears in this place. You will know him then, if you're still here.

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