luministi_logs | ♎ Trial of the Spirit ♏

Characters: Terezi & Vriska
Location: Luministi Greens East
Time: Before Ichijou's Message on the Network.
Summary: Following the news that the Proctor has kicked the bucket, Terezi decides it might be a good time to check up on Vriska, and maybe attempt to resolve the problems between them. Especially with good (yet fake) memories still fresh in their minds.
Warnings: Trolls. Unpredictability, swearing?

Like a true pro, Terezi didn't alert Vriska up on the CAT network or even call, just in case somehow it would have delved straight into a shouting match or an argument of some sort. Although, she had considered the fact the same thing could or was going to happen, even if she were to meet Vriska in person. But the thing about speaking to someone in person was that things tended to be slightly different. With that line of thought, she might be able to hold herself in check, and not say something she'd regret.

Over this entire time, she had mulled over everything that has been said, and every point of action or evidence available to her. There were possibilities in terms of timelines where Vriska could have come from. In the beginning, there were even more possibilities, but now that more time has passed, the possible timelines have shrunk down to a few. Even if she wasn't the same one she knew, however, she had two words in particular she needed to say, if she got the chance. Even if Vriska would laugh in her face and lord it over her in saying it.

She might even miss the point.

Regardless, Terezi had said that she would at least try. With all of this in mind, and some more, Terezi rapped loudly on the door. Even if technically she didn't know where Vriska lived, she had tried every other door, and received zero Spidertroll in return. So this had to be it.

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Vriska knew she was being a hypocrite. (Or was it Terezi who was being a hypocrite?) She recalled all the times she'd been sorry and she had been sorry. She had. She was.

She'd never been sorry for completely--or even remotely--selfless reasons though, and she was angry that Terezi was sorry for selfish reasons, too. They were so damned similar.

"You say that like it's a good thing. People who try to act selfless are the most selfish ones of all," Vriska commented. She knew it too well. "See! Proving my point. Bluh bluh you haaaaaaaad to do it. That's your pitiful excuse. Poor little wannabe legislacerator, boo fucking hoo!!!!!!!!"

She started pacing in front of the door, restless with anger. "What I want is to not see your face! So yeah. Go."

Terezi stared at the door in front of her and knew if she just stood there that nothing would get done. She certainly knew if she had given her exact reasons why that there would just be more scorn and vitriol. There was already enough of that as it was, and some part of her undoubtedly wished fervently that it wouldn't be forever. There was one more that she needed to get out, but she hardly trusted her own voice. "...alright. Later, if it's possible, I still want us to work together. At least think it over, so we can get out of here quicker."

Straight after her words, Terezi left quickly and silently, as she knew Vriska would certainly have said some more with venom in her voice. She made sure to have left the book behind on the doorstep, and although she made the offer she wasn't expecting much in either sort of venue. It was still in the end, it was still Vriska's choice.

She could tell, like many nights, it would be another sleepless one. The teal-blooded troll would be much too busy thinking over their situation. But also thinking about how when she foresaw those possibilities as she confronted Vriska somehow only led to two choices for her to make. She still thought it was unfair, and wondered if it was all rigged anyhow, as the game certainly was. It would make sense, but it still wouldn't lift the regret from her heart. The sense that there had to have been another way only compounded it.

Even after her talk with Aranea, she still felt she could have done better. But the fact was, she hadn't.

Wait, her mind said. Her lips, however, were firmly pressed together in a stubborn line. She made dismissive noise, something between a scoff and a grunt, and backed away from the door. Good fucking riddance. She was better off without her.

But Terezi's words stayed with her, lingering like a pungent aftertaste, making her nose twitch and her lips curl. Vriska didn't need vision eightfold to see Terezi's departure through her door. She could envision it clearly in her mind—that small backside drawing farther and farther away from her.

She waited until Terezi was gone for sure and then opened her door. She glanced around just to double-check before her eyes dropped to the unfamiliar book.

"Huh? What the hell…….." She wasn't sure why Terezi wanted so badly to give her some random book, but as she started flipping through it, she realized exactly what it was. The conversation they'd had over it had been from months ago and yet—"Of course, she'd remember."

It was almost a compliment, so Vriska tagged on a couple of jabs. "Unnecessarily slow as always! It only took her forever to deliver this thing. It's practically useless now."

Vriska would read the thing in its entirety, of course. Despite her words, every little bit would only make them more prepared for what was coming. And oh, something was coming, alright. In addition to that, it'd be a good distraction. This was more important than her messed up fairy tale wishes. (Fakey fake and they'd never come true anyway.) She had to be serious about this. She was serious about this.

So she sat down crossed-legged on her bed and read until there was nothing else to read. Then she got out her CAT and sent the teal troll a curt message:

Ok.

Terezi's expectations for something to come of it weren't high, but they weren't non-existent either. However, it would mean that anything that would ended up made Terezi almost wonder if she were dreaming. Then again, she concluded that it was likely even in Vriska's current state, that she came to the conclusion that even if she worked with her it did indeed involve their departure from here faster. Not that it was because some sense of--

Terezi shook her head, before she held it in one hand, and sighed. She knew that it was going to be this difficult, so she reasoned that anything at all that she got was something. There was no need to allow her emotions cloud her judgment. Just like when she--

The blind troll mentally tries to put her foot down, even if she knew that the thought was already about her forceful dispatchment of her forme--the other troll. She just needed to, just needed to...

She sighed. She figured she should at least let her know she received it.

GOOD
1LL S33 YOU 4ROUND TH3N

Then, Terezi resumed to sit there and review every single event that occurred in her mind. For one reason, to possibly find an early clue, and another to keep her thoughts off other things.

♎ Trial of the Spirit ♏

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:|a hope this is good.

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