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[shesapir8]

This 8u88le is interesting. I imagine anyone who isn't a seadweller finds it unsettling though. Even I with all my sweeps on top of the seas find this strange. At least this place hasn't made me grow gills I suppose.

I do wonder what would ever happen if one was to pop it? Though as interesting as it would 8e to find out it would harm me too and I've never 8een interested in self-culling. So I suppose we'll just have to hope it all holds.

Now then, I'm looking to see if anyone from a world known as Alternia is also here. I'm quite interested in the information and while I may not have much in the way of riches right now, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang is always a wonderful ally to have. So anyone with information that isn't in that little 8ook or you can get from that committee do step forward. I don't 8ite much.

[Her attention wanders from the communicator and she flicks it off before returning to prowling around the plaza, trying to pick up her own information. She's not an easy thing to miss, with that grey skin and those horns, not to mention the robotic arm. Those familiar with Darkleer's work might recognise it and those familiar with Vriska might notice

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[aim_exorable]

[It's just another day of going through the network- reading and listening to old conversations, seeing what new ones have come. In all honesty, he's not expecting anything new. It's just something to pass the time. His mind is too tired for proper work, he suspects, at least safely.]

[Really, he should just go to sleep. Just for a moment, a little rest.]

[And then he sees cerulean text.]

[Briefly, he thinks of Vriska. But... But no. This isn't Vriska. His heart leaps to his throat as he remembers the last conversation he had with this troll. Forcing himself to read, the feelings of tenseness don't leave. There's no hint that she remembers anything from before... And just the way she types is more sophisticated, older.]

[He swallows hard. Older. Without thinking of it, he lets his hand drift to Summoner's own motionless hand.]

[As much as he wants to hide, he knows he can't. There's a life debt tangled in this.]

D --> Mindfang

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[shesapir8]

[She's looking over wares when the communicator buzzes to get her attention and for a moment she leaves it. Let everyone wait for her, never go running for their attentions and simply demand it had been ideals she had always lived by. After all, while she may not have the highest blood she would always be a threat and frankly there were plenty of seadwellers she was better than.

When she finally checks it she's slightly surprised to see the blue text. It's been awhile since she's seen him, up in his little hidey hole of a cave but it's still enough to make her pause. Her relationship with Darkleer is a tangled one full of manipulation and mocking but she knows he should at least be able to give her information she needs and wants.

After all, he owes her so very much]

Expatri8. My my, fancy seeing you here. Did the cave kick you out?

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[aim_exorable]

[Seeing that title makes his stomach clench. Darkleer always tends to slip further into the Void when he feels nervous, and the aura is spreading even further in the face of the pirate. If he's not careful, it'll cover the whole house.]

[Or maybe that would be for the best.]

D --> That is not my title any longer.
D --> Time works differently here.
D --> I have been in this city for a third of a sweep
D --> A year by human measurements
D --> I have not seen my previous hive in some time

[oceanbreasts]

oh snaps its another troll
i mean u r right i dont see neone else talkin bout laterenia
*alternia
welcome to teh bubble n shit
if ur not dry yet theres towelels all over
*toweluls
*towels
so r u liek one of the little trolls or one of the big torlls cuz theres a whole buncha u suckers and im tryin to keep u strait

[shesapir8]

[Holy Sufferer's nipples, Roxy way to confuse a troll. What blood colour are you even. Are you even troll. More deep questions.]

I am a troll, yes. The question is, what are you then? That colour's a too pink for a 8lood caste.
And I've 8een here for awhile, learning what I can 8efore making any contact. So I'm perfectly dry. Send the towels to Expatri8 he might need them eventually.
Little trolls? Gru8s or wigglers?

[oceanbreasts]

pfft no im a human but im liek way versed in trolly ways im a fuckin connoiuser
*connseur
*i know shit
theyre liek teeangers or w/e idk how ud describe them
between wigglin and bein all full grown with titels n stuff
*titels
*fuckin titles god damn
i think theyre like 6 or somethin

[devwocean]

Unbelievvable.
You don't fuckin' remember being here before?

[shesapir8]

Oh look, a talking corpse!
That is you, isn't it Orphaner? After all I can't think of anyone pathetic enough to want to pretend to 8e you.

[Mindfang you're dead too...]

[devwocean]

I'm not a fuckin corpse and I'm not dead, an you're just fuckin ignorant and talkin out a your blowwhole as usual.

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[toheirishuman]

[John would recognize that blue text and quirk anywhere, and his heart immediately leaps the minute he sees it. Vriska is back. Then he actually reads it and his heart sinks back to its usual place in the middle of his chest. This person types like her but something's not quite right...]

[Then again, Vriska DID initially introduce herself to him as Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. Maybe she's from a different point in time and this is some kind of bizarre trolling effort. But the message reads as pretty genuine to him, so maybe, just maybe...this is the real Mindfang.]

i don't think anybody can pop the bubble.
in fact, those of us who might have the potential to do so have our powers weakened here.
probably some kind of coral safety-measure so that exactly what you just described doesn't happen.
was there any information in particular you were looking for?

[Surely if this is actually Vriska, she'll drop the charade for him without him having to ask for clarification on her identity.]

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[shesapir8]

[To Mindfang this is just another blueblood, not worth much of her attention really. Even if she knows there are humans around, it's hard to break old habits.]

Like I said, it would likely kill me as well and frankly I have no interest in that. So I suppose it's all for the 8etter that it can't happen.
8ut do tell me more a8out these people with powers. What sort are they? That can 8e your offering of inform8ion.

[voice]

[dwightandclean]

[Wow. That's...some pretty elaborate text.]

Assuming that 8 means a b, then yeah don't try and pop the bubble.

That brochures pretty detailed. If you read it through, not sure there's much else people can tell you besides their opinion on the place.

[voice]

[shesapir8]

[Trolls have swag yes]

Oh I have no interest in killing myself when I've been brought back to life.

Then tell me your opinion. Those in power can say what they want you to believe in, but it's the people that often prove to been more informative.

[bestestfurrend]

:33 < ohh miss mindfang, you're back! :33
:33 < hii!

[shesapir8]

You know who I am olive8lood?

[Curiouser and curiouser]

[onlyasign]

PLEASE DON'T TRY TO POP THE BUBBLE.

[shesapir8]

I have no interest in my own death again.

[ACTION]

[bethehugejerk]

[The thing about the Plaza is that Karkat often passes through it. Apart from regular trips to the coral - on the meteor he may have resumed sleeping regularly, but here the energy keeps him more wakeful - it's not that rare to head through here when going somewhere in town. Today it's mid-trip to the grocery store that he enters the area.]

[The other thing about the Plaza is that new arrivals often show up there. In this case, obviously a troll. He recognizes the Serket horns immediately, but the owner's height and style just as quickly place her apart from Vriska.]

Mindfang?

[So, hey, there's a nubby-horned kid staring at you now, lady.]

[ACTION]

[shesapir8]

[She's still wandering around, eyeing off things and trying to judge their usefulness. It's an old habit, one she was never able to break and frankly she thinks it's a good habit to have. Such is the life of someone whose manipulated others for her own gain for more then half her life]

[It's the sign she recognises really. You can't be involved in a second rebellion without knowing who the Sufferer was, and what his followers chose to remember him by. Not to mention that she was actually there and all. And while the features remind her of someone, he's probably just a follower really]

Wiggler?

[And she'll just stare back, ever polite]

So late.

[sniffdeceit]

WOW
1 GU3SS 1 SHOULDN'T B3 SURPR1S3D!

I'm later it's ok

[shesapir8]

Oh look an annoying teal8lood.
What is it you want?

[p2iioniicii2t]

Damage two our surroundiings iis iill adviised.
Even iif iit were your desiire, II do not beliieve you could destroy the protectiive sphere that surrounds thiis ciity.

Are you fiinding all that you need?

[shesapir8]

Another idiot who thinks I have actual interest in ensuring a second demise for myself. You shouldn’t worry so, I hear it ages you.

Yes, I 8elieve so. 8ut who are you, yellow8lood?

whoops super late

[unconchonable]

as much as that thought might havve crossed my mind wwhen i first showwed up here
its dowwnright bloody stupid to hear it from a airsucker like you
unless youre lookin for a genocide suicide or somethin id suggest you keep those brilliant ideas under wwraps mindfang

Haha I've been pretty sucky myself so

[shesapir8]

And who are you, little violet8lood that types like another fool I know?

You've only proven yet again that you’re another idiot to assuming that my curiosity would translate straight into actually wanting to perform the action. This place seems as if has plenty to offer me, and so for now I think I’ll stay and enjoy it, little annoying violet8lood.