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Terezi ==> Look out window.

Despite the overwhelming feeling of being watched, you see nothing particularly strange out your window. This was a waste of valuable time. You choose to ignore the feeling.

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You send over the files discreetly and log out before he can respond. He is way more excited about this than you’re comfortable with.


Now you have time to think to yourself. Who the hell would you want on a team with you?
You don’t have a lot of choices, judging by which ones Equius is considering.
Actually, you think that weeds out some of the choice morons.
Think…..think. Who would you tolerate enough to play with?

You send over the files discreetly and log out before he can respond. He is way more excited about this than you’re comfortable with.

Now you have time to think to yourself. Who the hell would you want on a team with you?

You don’t have a lot of choices, judging by which ones Equius is considering.

Actually, you think that weeds out some of the choice morons.

Think…..think. Who would you tolerate enough to play with?




You just got off your computer for a little while. Going back on will just make you angrier, there’s really no point, and it’s not like your friends don’t have anything better to do than associate with you and your stupid project.


Yeah who needs to relax, you’ve only been working on this project for the past forever and a half. Work, work, work, that’s all you ever do.
Well.
If you have to do this sooner or later, and it might as well be sooner.
But you give yourself a minute to prepare for the mass amounts of stupidity you’re about to unleash on your friends.
You have a feeling this is going to be a long night.

You just got off your computer for a little while. Going back on will just make you angrier, there’s really no point, and it’s not like your friends don’t have anything better to do than associate with you and your stupid project.

Yeah who needs to relax, you’ve only been working on this project for the past forever and a half. Work, work, work, that’s all you ever do.

Well.

If you have to do this sooner or later, and it might as well be sooner.

But you give yourself a minute to prepare for the mass amounts of stupidity you’re about to unleash on your friends.

You have a feeling this is going to be a long night.


For one thing, you have no idea what a “serkert” is, and if you did you wouldn’t be letting anyone in on it. You keep your valuable information to yourself like somebody with a fully functioning think pan, and you sure as hell don’t go spilling your quadrant feelings to anyone who happens to ask.


You think for half a second about gushing about all of the romances you may or may not be participating in at the current moment in great detail.
Hey, guess what? That’s stupid, and anybody who does that is stupid.


You take the only good suggestion that comes across your mind and take a refreshing glance out your main window. It’s better than the view indoors.
Stretching your legs feels nice. At least you’re doing something; you feel like you’ve been sitting at your computer doing nothing for weeks.

For one thing, you have no idea what a “serkert” is, and if you did you wouldn’t be letting anyone in on it. You keep your valuable information to yourself like somebody with a fully functioning think pan, and you sure as hell don’t go spilling your quadrant feelings to anyone who happens to ask.

You think for half a second about gushing about all of the romances you may or may not be participating in at the current moment in great detail.

Hey, guess what? That’s stupid, and anybody who does that is stupid.

You take the only good suggestion that comes across your mind and take a refreshing glance out your main window. It’s better than the view indoors.

Stretching your legs feels nice. At least you’re doing something; you feel like you’ve been sitting at your computer doing nothing for weeks.


The damn coding IS done, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting at your desk being an unproductive, lazy sack of meat.


It’s on your list of “Top 100 Things You’d Never Do Because You’re Not An Idiot”.

The damn coding IS done, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting at your desk being an unproductive, lazy sack of meat.

It’s on your list of “Top 100 Things You’d Never Do Because You’re Not An Idiot”.

Your name is TEREZI PYROPE.
You are really damn IRRITATED all the damn time.
You spend your life hiding from the rest of trollkind, hoping no one will ever figure out that you have MUTANT RED BLOOD. It’s not on the hemospectrum, and that scares the shit out of you. You just want to be NORMAL and be ACCEPTED and you know that will never, ever happen, which is probably why you are always really damn IRRITATED all the damn time. 
You have a penchant for JUSTICE and while your aim is to be a LEGISLACERATOR when you grow up, you know it will probably never happen. They don’t let mutant bloods be legislacerators. They cull them instead. That is what you will be when you grow up. A culled corpse bleeding on the floor. The thought makes you really damn IRRITATED all the damn time.
If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s COMPUTERS and EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM. You spend your nights at your husktop, hiding from the rest of the world, working on programming viruses or helping your select few friends with coding, or, as you’re doing tonight, working on a BIG PROJECT. But everyone keeps bothering you on Trollian, so you were forced to sign out and finish it in peace, lest it add to your being really damn IRRITATED all the damn time. 
You are SO FUCKING BUSY with this project that you barely have time to do anything else. You swear you are ready to throw your computer out the window.
But you have finally finished the project, and plan some downtime before unleashing this hell upon your friends.
Your troll tag is cerebralGuillotine and YOU 4R3 TH3 4BSOLUT3 B3ST 4T TROLL1NG 1T 1S YOU.
What will you do?

Your name is TEREZI PYROPE.

You are really damn IRRITATED all the damn time.

You spend your life hiding from the rest of trollkind, hoping no one will ever figure out that you have MUTANT RED BLOOD. It’s not on the hemospectrum, and that scares the shit out of you. You just want to be NORMAL and be ACCEPTED and you know that will never, ever happen, which is probably why you are always really damn IRRITATED all the damn time. 

You have a penchant for JUSTICE and while your aim is to be a LEGISLACERATOR when you grow up, you know it will probably never happen. They don’t let mutant bloods be legislacerators. They cull them instead. That is what you will be when you grow up. A culled corpse bleeding on the floor. The thought makes you really damn IRRITATED all the damn time.

If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s COMPUTERS and EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM. You spend your nights at your husktop, hiding from the rest of the world, working on programming viruses or helping your select few friends with coding, or, as you’re doing tonight, working on a BIG PROJECT. But everyone keeps bothering you on Trollian, so you were forced to sign out and finish it in peace, lest it add to your being really damn IRRITATED all the damn time. 

You are SO FUCKING BUSY with this project that you barely have time to do anything else. You swear you are ready to throw your computer out the window.

But you have finally finished the project, and plan some downtime before unleashing this hell upon your friends.

Your troll tag is cerebralGuillotine and YOU 4R3 TH3 4BSOLUT3 B3ST 4T TROLL1NG 1T 1S YOU.

What will you do?




Your lusus is stationary, for the most part, due to his size and location at the bottom of the ocean, not to mention his masses of tentacled frills that enshroud him. He’s a big tangled mess, is what you mean.
He’s normally gentle and mild-mannered. You share a strong psychic connection with him, and he whispers to you. Supposed prophecies, mostly, even if you don’t have too much confidence in them. Most of it is garbled anyway.
You keep him well-fed every night. If his voice were to raise above a whisper, trolls would start dying off blah blah most psychically susceptible blah blah culminating into the Vast Neigh blah blah kill every troll in the universe blah blah blah blah blah blah.
You have a feeling this expository nonsense is all vaguely familiar.


That’s probably a good idea. You go off in search of fresh food to kill.
Perhaps later you will return to your hive, and finally talk to some of your friends. Perhaps. Later.
You might be a while, and that certainly is no fun to watch. Who should you be in the meantime?
==> Be Terezi.
You completely forgo sending in any asks whatsoever because the decision has been made already.

Your lusus is stationary, for the most part, due to his size and location at the bottom of the ocean, not to mention his masses of tentacled frills that enshroud him. He’s a big tangled mess, is what you mean.

He’s normally gentle and mild-mannered. You share a strong psychic connection with him, and he whispers to you. Supposed prophecies, mostly, even if you don’t have too much confidence in them. Most of it is garbled anyway.

You keep him well-fed every night. If his voice were to raise above a whisper, trolls would start dying off blah blah most psychically susceptible blah blah culminating into the Vast Neigh blah blah kill every troll in the universe blah blah blah blah blah blah.

You have a feeling this expository nonsense is all vaguely familiar.

That’s probably a good idea. You go off in search of fresh food to kill.

Perhaps later you will return to your hive, and finally talk to some of your friends. Perhaps. Later.

You might be a while, and that certainly is no fun to watch. Who should you be in the meantime?

==> Be Terezi.

You completely forgo sending in any asks whatsoever because the decision has been made already.

You would never. Your lusus is far too important to you to hurt or anger needlessly.
Or anger at all.

You settle for petting his snout instead.
This is much safer to avoid getting accidentally inhaled, anyway.


You manage raise your adorability meter.

You would never. Your lusus is far too important to you to hurt or anger needlessly.

Or anger at all.

You settle for petting his snout instead.

This is much safer to avoid getting accidentally inhaled, anyway.

You manage raise your adorability meter.

You like your silly outfit.
But yeah, checking in on your lusus sounds like a good idea.





Glub.

You like your silly outfit.

But yeah, checking in on your lusus sounds like a good idea.

Glub.