dicey | ☣ 004

Man, this place is just turning into Troll City lately! What with weirdo future Karkat having been stuck here for perigees, meeeeeeee coming in just before that whole place flooded, and our poor, misguided, confused, obviously brain-damaged Tavros showing up just a few days ago.

Okay, so maybe three isn't really a lot, but it's one fourth of our entire species these days so shut up.

Aaaaaaaanyway, you all should probably ignore those losers. No, you definitely should! Especially if they type in brown and don't make much sense and talk shit about me. They don't know anything about anything.

But enough about them! What the fuck is going on with everyone else? You all are acting like total idiots and while it's actually pretty hilarious to watch, I don't really get it, haha. Explain!

[OOC: This post is audio because I figure not everyone wants her courier crap showing up on their flist, but anyone that's told me here that they don't mind her typing quirk will be getting her hiding behind text. If you reply to this and don't mind text responses, please let me know via that link! ♥]

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He's so stubborn, he won't even let me help. He just says he doesn't like my way and then does more dumb shit.

He's just so WEAK, and he won't even try to get better. That's what makes me the angriest! He tries to make me into the bad guy when I'm really on his side!

Men are very strange creatures, sometimes. They perceive that to rely on a woman makes them weak, when nothing could be farther from the truth. We ladies are the foundation for their strength. But they are sometimes foolish and do not understand right away about such things. Often, other men must explain it to them, or we must make them understand in subtle ways, that they do not realize until they have given themselves over to our care how we have helped them.

[This is said with the greatest affection and sincerity.]

I guess. It's still fucking annoying how clueless and ungrateful he is. And the "future" one here is even worse.

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So uh. You can call me Vriska if you want.

[congrats Juliet, you get to be the first person she tells her real name to]

I take it he has not improved in character, then.

[It's meant to sound slightly sarcastic. Truly, it is. But the event makes the words sound far more pleasant than she intends them to sound.]

Perhaps here, with time and patience, he will see fit to improve.

[And then, she blinks. Vriska is not a name the Marquise has ever told to her before. She smiles warmly. Clearly, it must be a given name, not part of her official title, and, like many of the nobility, she must hold it in reserve. She curtsies.]

As you like, Vriska. I am honored.

Just don't spread it around.

Again, as you like. I shall continue to use your title in public, Vriska.

Sweet!

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