The first time they meet can hardly be called a meeting, at least by most standards. The Girl will look back on this as the first meeting, though. She doesn't know this at the time, standing on the top of that hill. Only five sweeps into her life, she has no reason to think this will be significant to her personally.
She is simply on yet another job. As always she had arrived at least an hour early to make sure she gets it done at the right moment. God knows what would happen if she didn't get things done right, and so she continues to watch the scene below her intently. Her time will come soon.
A culling is going on, she sees. It's not one of the quick and simple ones. No drone bursting in and tearing a troll to pieces before moving on to the next hive to clear out. The culling is one of those slow, agonizing ones reserved for traitors. She's read about them in the books that He has let her have. Treason warrants public culling, and a torturous sort at that. Can't let people think they can just get away with this, after all.
The Girl does not yet understand that, in a way, she'll be the cause of all this. That the course of this brutal culture was orchestrated in part by her isn't something she quite understands now. What she does understand is that the sound of this culling is horrifying. She has seen death already. More than a few times actually, and she's even been the cause of it. This is her first time witnessing torture, however. She watches him kicking madly as he hangs from the irons, shouting all the while. Shouting and screeching and cursing everyone and everything. It's his own damned fault, but the sound is chilling.
On top of the howling there is the crowd. There is a multitude of onlookers beneath her and she turns to watching them. Maybe it'll help block the sound out. Some of the people she sees seem to be grieving. They fall to their knees and shout protests. More than a few are wailing. One man breaks free from the crowd, rushing past a drone. He runs towards a guard, a club raised. Poised to fight or not he is shot down by the archeradicators before he even makes it halfway. As he falls to the floor to bleed out the Girl sees that his blood is a deep purple. Someone so high up risked death solely to protest the death of some mutant with strikingly red blood.
The rest of the crowd are driven instead by a vengeful glee it sounds like. She hears jeering and chanting. Why some even burst into laughter, one man going so far as to point at a weeping woman as he guffaws. A few take to physically harassing the mourners. The archeradicators shoot one of these trolls down too. To keep order the Girl assumes, and she frowns at that. She sits down and pulls her knees to her chest. Authority pisses her off more than anything, save maybe the color green. Still she has a job to do, so she tries to think on that. Her job is simple, very simple. Soon a man will try to stop someone and he'll need to have a rock flung at his head. Easy enough.
Someone breaks from the crowd again, she spies. A lanky man in yellow tries to hold the person back, but he fails having been pushed to the ground. It's a woman, maybe, and she runs not for a drone but the man in the irons. A guard raises a bow to shoot her down like the others, but a giant of a man with arrow shaped horns holds a hand up; she won't die here. Free to run, the Woman only makes it about halfway before she falls to her knees. Not because she was shot or pulled down by someone, but simply out of upset it looks like. The Girl watches her and it seems strange really, and not at all like her books or what she's seen. Curious and still frowning because of that god awful screaming she watches as the Woman hunches over. She pulls at her hair and clothes, and pounds at the dirt.
Interesting as that all is it doesn't stop the pained howling. Frustrated, the Girl clasps her hands over her ears and curses. Just make the fucking screaming stop. Please. Her wish is granted by the man with arrow shaped horns. Large great bow raised he looses an arrow at the condemned. The man in the irons is struck and he gives one last great swear. With that his kicking stops and the screaming too. Thank God. The time is coming, the Girl knows as she lowers her hands. She stands in preparation and stretches. Being punctual is important, but she wishes that she didn't have to wait around so long. Maybe she'll get better at the time travel as she grows, she thinks as she shuffles about.
A terrific roar echoes forth from both sides of the crowd. Some are booing in disappointment and others are screaming their praises to the sky and others still are mourning. As the corpse is taken down two trolls walk out towards the condemned. They head to the Woman and the one, the man in yellow from earlier, kneels down beside her. He puts an arm around her, but the Woman pushes him off. The second troll from the crowd, a woman with impossibly bushy hair, drops to the ground and curls up. The Woman pushes herself to her feet and walks off to the dead man. No one moves to stop her. Why would they? There's no point when the bastard is dead. One of the guards points at her and seems to laugh. And why wouldn't he when the Woman drops down and cradles the corpse in mourning? That's just the trollish thing to do. Mock the weak.
"Stop dawdling," a familiar and stern voice says. The Girl turns back and scowls up at the Other Her. God, she becomes the most unpleasant bitch later in life. Look at the Other Her glaring down at her like she's a stupid kid. Annoying. The Other Her shrugs, "Whatever. Another will do it instead if you don't." That said she walks off, not giving the Girl a chance to answer back. Not that she wants to. Why would she when all she'll get is another scolding and an exasperated rolling of the eyes?
Bitchy or not the Other Her has a point. The Girl has a job to do unless she feels like letting the Dead Hers start piling up. Cursing herself the Girl looks around for a suitable rock. They're all stupid rocks but she has to pick the exact right one, and God help her if she fucks that up. One looks just right and she picks it up with her telekinetics, praying that it's the correct one. Rock in hand, so to speak, she looks about for her target. She sees the Other Her walking into the crowd like a creepy weirdo as she searches. Whatever. There's a job to do and there's the job now. It's the man in yellow chasing off after the bushy haired woman. She shoots the rock out at him with terrific speed. It hits him square on the head and he drops to the ground. Just like she needs.
Job done the Girl turns away from the scene, having to leave. There's some more shouting about God knows what. She ignores it as she pulls out her music box and winds it up. Much as she'd like to "dawdle", the Other Her would probably just come back to bitch at her. It's back to the manse to flip over another tea tray.