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[Kevas hasn't had a good night's sleep since arriving at the keep. What little sleep he does get is plagued with nightmares of those he left behind. At this point he's all but given up trying to get any decent rest.

He's stuck somewhere between crippling depression and barely contained rage. The troll just doesn't know what to do anymore...except drink. That he's been doing almost nonstop since he found the bar. But even he can't stand to sit around in a bar all day, so he wanders around the keep not really paying any attention to where he's going and not really caring either, and of course he has a bottle of alcohol in his hand.]

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*Sollux is not doing the best job of paying attention to where he's going to either when he comes across Kevas. He was supposed to be on his way back to his room from the library, and is carrying a bag of something, but he doesn't really have the layout of this place down. And is having some trouble caring about it, honestly.

He's gotten used to seeing the strange, pale aliens he assumes are human by now, but Kevas is something else altogether. So he stops and watches him for a moment, making sure the drunk creature isn't a threat. Not that anything here has been a threat yet, but there's a first time for everything.*

[Kevas catches Sollux watching him and turns to face the kid. Grey skin and horns, just like Nepeta. That must mean he's another troll. Why is not surprised to find that there's more of them? Is it so much to ask to ever find a troll from Azeroth walking around? Apparently so. It seems Kevas will be the last of his kind no matter where he goes.]

Sometin' joo be needin' liddle mon?

*Ogres and other underlings never talked, so its probably a good bet Kevas is another one of the people pulled here. Thus not an immediate threat. (Sollux isn't sure if he's happy or upset at that, really.) He grunts a bit.*

I'm not a 'little mon.'

*Whatever the fuck a 'mon' was, anyway.*

Its mostly just humans here.

Joo be liddle and joo be a mon, so joo be a liddle mon. Get ovah it.

[He says it like it's a fact of life.]

So I noticed. Pink-skins be pretty much everywhere liddle mon so joo bettah get used to it.

What the fuck is a 'mon?'

*He must be using some other language, because that sure as hell isn't ~~wtfever trolls speak~~ ~~english~~ common.
He grunts a bit again.*

I'm not surprised. I'm not surprised they managed to break the universe this much either.

Joo be a mon. I be a mon. If joo ain't be a ladymon den joo be a mon.

[It feels weird having to explain something that's so incredibly simple.]

Oh I don't know. Get some good glue and I be sure everytin' gonna be good as new.

[Kevas isn't sure if they're the ones that caused this whole mess, but right now that's not his concern.]

*Oh, its some weird accent.*

You mean a man?

*Just because Sollux gets pissed when people make fun of the way he talks doesn't mean he can't make fun of how other people talk.*

Please tell me you don't actually think that's how it works.

[The troll rolls his eyes. It's all the same to him.]

Whatevah, it be da same t'ing.

[He takes a sip from his bottle and grins.]

Oh I be sure dey gonna need tape too.

[Sure he might be a pest at the moment but at least it's taking his mind off of being miserable.]

*Sollux eyes the bottle. That probably explains it.*

No. You need plastic building blocks and paint. And frogs.

*He says, completely deadpan.*

[It might be all the alcohol in his system, in fact it probably is, but that gets him to laugh. This brat isn't so bad.]

Of course. Dat be da only t'ing dat be makin' sense. Joo bettah tell dem so dey get on it.

No way. If they don't figure it out for themselves they'll never learn and we'll be left with substandard universes all over the place. Like some reject craft fair full of poorly painted pictures and stupid little trinkets.

By da Loa, and it'd be just like pink-skins to make some knock off worlds just to save a buck.

[Actually it would be more like goblins but that's just a technicality.]

*Sollux snickers*

They'd probably insist rightly made universes were wrong because we didn't include their 'artistic vision,' or whatever retarded bullshit no right-thinking species gives a crap about.

[Kevas smirks and takes another drink.]

Dey can get all high and mighty, especially dem 'noble' ones.

[In all his years Kevas never met a noble or paladin that he liked. Then again that goes for just about any of the races. All of them have their share of self-righteous asses.]

*He scoffs.*

Noble is just a code word for 'self-righteous asshole.'

*...except for Fef...*

...mostly.

*He chuckles, quickly moving away from that possibly-question-drawing mumble.*

That's probably a constant across all the universes.

~~*All of them.*~~

Couldn't have said it bettah myself.

[Look at those ears Sollux, of course he heard you mumbling. Luckily Kevas isn't the kind of person to pry into a stranger's problems when he doesn't have to. Plus he's too busy dealing with his own depression to help anyone else with theirs.]

I've met mons from more worlds den I can count. Joo be right 'bout dat, trust me.

*Sollux raises an eyebrow. He knows there are probably other universes--if he got the codes for Sgrub out of ruins, they probably came from a universe that created theirs. Or weird time bullshit...there was a lot of that. But more than just the two wasn't that far fetched.
Were the non-humans here from other universes where people actually managed to win the game correctly?*

How many?

[Kevas takes another drink and raises an eyebrow.]

How many what?

[There's enough alcohol in his system to knock out a gnome. He's going to be a bit slow.]

Universes. Worlds.

What 'bout dem?

[Still not getting it.]

How many are there.

Da hell should I know liddle mon? Not like I been to any of dem.

[He's only ever been to three in his whole life, four if you count the Outlands, and only half of them he went to willingly.]

Aftah joo meet so many mons from so many diffrent worlds joo just stop carin'.

*Argh, conversations with drunk or high people were so annoying.*

Then how did you meet people from other worlds?

[Alright now this kid is starting to become annoying. If this this turns into a game of twenty questions he's going to leave. He's in no mood to deal with that.

Kevas sighs and takes another sip.]

Same way I be meetin' joo liddle mon. Someone brought me to anoddah world wid a bunch of uddah mons.

*He'd be willing to change the subject, but Kevas kind of just blew Sollux's mind.*

This has happened before?

*Unless this weird Ogre guy is fucking with him...hn.*

[Kevas takes a much longer swig from the bottle this time. This is bringing back memories that he doesn't want right now.]

To me at least.

[And Odette, but Kevas doesn't want this kid bothering her about it.]

*Oh, god, he has a million questions. But this is clearly not the guy--at least not at the moment--to ask them to.
And how to determine if a drunk was just fucking with him, anyway?*

What's your name?

*Finding him later and ~~stalking~~ watching him might help.*

I be Kevas.

[So much for his distraction. All the memories of his family friends bubble back up to the surface as he thinks more about the Elegante. Clearly Kevas is not drunk enough yet. He'll probably be paying another visit to the bar after this is over.]

Kevas, right.

*Sollux shifts the bag from one hand to another.*

Enjoy your slime...or whatever.

Will do.

[Kevas turns and leaves without a second thought. He doesn't even bother to ask the little troll's name, not caring nearly enough to do so. He's got liquors to drink and things to forget.]

[Speaking of nightmares, Vie's been experiencing a few of her own. Rather than toss and turn anymore, she takes to wandering the halls, choosing distraction over further attempts at rest. The sound of someone further down the hallway catches her interest and Vie pauses. Her own steps are silent, but whoever approaches seems to be not trying at all.]

Anyone there?

[Sense tells her she should sit quiet and wait, but Vie's tired of waiting. Anxiousness has the better of her. Her hand falls to the hilt of one of her blades, just incase the stranger proves hostile.]

[Kevas stops dead in his tracks. He knows that voice. How could he not? His heart swells with joy. Even tears begin to well up in his eyes. He found his little sister! She's safe and she's alive! This is the happiest he's been since getting here.]

Vie! I can't believe it. Was startin' to t'ink I was nevah gonna see joo again.

[His pace quickens. The troll is so eager to embrace his sister once again.]

[What. No really. WHAT.

Vie halts and takes a few steps back, lowering her stance and ready to spring as Kevas approaches.]

Identify yourself, stranger.

[Kevas stops in his tracks. Stranger. That word cuts him deeper than any blade ever has.]

Tell me joo be jokin'. Tell me dis be a bad joke.

[He can't lose Vie. Not when she's standing right in front of him. She's so close. Please don't them take her away from him.]

[Well, at least he stopped. Vie watches him with caution. There are few that know her name in this place and Kevas is not one she's given it to. From what she can see of his appearance, he's not someone she knows.

There is no way Vie would ever forget that face or accent.]

I'm not laughing. How do you know my name?

[There's a harsh edge to her voice. Vie is on alert mode.]

[No wound Kevas has ever received hurt more than what's happening right now. Unable to speak or even move, Kevas just stares at his sister...his former sister. Then something inside him snaps.

Kevas's head rolls back and he just begins to laugh. The sound is completely unhinged. His legs give way and the troll falls to his knees but laughter never stops. Suddenly he smashes the bottle in his hands against the floor. Glass shards cut into his hand and his blood mixes with the alcohol but he doesn't seem to take notice.]

Dis ain't be fair! Aftah everytin' dat happened joo gotta take it away from me! What did I evah do to joo!? Quit jerkin' me around!

[Whoever Kevas is yelling at it doesn't seem to be Vie. In fact Kevas himself doesn't know who he's yelling at, but with his life crumbling down around him he just can't take it anymore.]

[She takes another step back, mouth falling open at what she's seeing. This man is having a drunken meltdown right in front of her. Still, she can't help but fire up.]

Jerk you around? Fa'rec, I don't even know who you are. How am I supposed to of jerked you around?

[Vie glares.]

Now stop yelling and answer my question or turn and leave. The choice is yours.

[He doesn't even hear her demands. He's too lost in his own dark thoughts to hear anyone right now.

For his entire life Kevas has only been good at two things: taking care of his family, and killing people. With his family gone, there's only one thing he has left now.]

Whoevah did dis, I'm gonna find dem and when I do I'm gonna kill dem. I'm gonna kill every last one of dem.

[Kevas slowly rises to his feet, and looks Vie in the eyes. There's no anger there, at least not at the moment, just guilt. He's failed her. She might not know but he does.]

Goodbye...

[The troll turns to leave.]

[She's so confused right now but what he says triggers her to move. Vie starts after him and stops, expression more concern than anger.]

Wait.

[A small pause. She saw the hurt in his eyes. Her voice is quiet, almost pleading. Vie might not know what's going on but she feels like dirt right now.]

Please, wait. I don't understand any of this. I don't know what's happened, or how you know me and how I don't... One question.

[She takes a deep breath. This is harder than it should be.]

Your name... please?

[Part of Kevas wants to ignore her. To keep walking and just leave her in this hallway. He can't though. Even if she can't remember who he is Kevas can't refuse her.

He stops and sighs, but he doesn't turn around. Kevas can't handle looking at her right now and he doubts he ever will. When he looks at her now all he feels is pain.]

I be Kevas.

[He almost mentions that he's her brother but decides against it. She already thinks he's a loon.]

Kevas.

[She repeats the name, voice hushed as she tries to remember that name. Her mind draws a blank.]

You know me then, or someone like me?

[Would it be too much of a coincidence for Vie to resemble someone with the same name? Stranger things have happened...]

From where?

Would it mattah I said? Would joo believe me if I told joo?

[He doesn't want to go over that story. Not since the day he accepted his daughter's death has he felt this heartbroken.]

Now if joo excuse me, I just found out dat I lost a sistah. I be needin' to mourn her.

[Kevas locks his sorrow away for the moment. He won't fall apart in front of her again. Once he finds a place to be alone then he can let it out. Whether it be drinking, breaking things, crying, or a combination of the three, Kevas will mourn his loss.]

[And she'll let him go, feeling like she's failed him and not really knowing what to make of what's just happened. Never had Vie expected this.

When he's gone, she'll lean against the wall and sink to sit in the hallway while she tries to wrap her brain around the events passed.]

I'm sorry.

[It's been a long time since she's meant the words quite so much.]

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That totally wasn't the wrong journal you saw

oh fuck, shapeshifters

no one is safe!

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I need a damn edit button

i feel you

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yep. hell. we're going there.

at least we'll be going in class.

/SLIGHT PANG OF GUILT

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