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Feferi: talk to land-dwelling friend

AC: :33*Worries about her fishy friend because of what's b33n happening to all the purrrrplebloods.*

CC: I know, Nepeta. It bot)(ers me too. Eridan was s)(ore worked up over it! (And it's indigo, silly. Not 'purrrrple' But my blood is magenta anyway)

AC: :33 But nobody came for you? At all?

CC: No. I t)(ink I know why, but I'd rat)(er not s)(are until I'm positive. And I may not even tell you t)(en, because whale, we are very different blood-wise. I'm sorry.

AC: :33: No! Don't be. I understand if there are some things you can't tell. We do have very different bloods colors after all.

CC: 38) Thanks. But hey, it's been half an octal since drones came after Eridan and Gamzee, so we're probably fin now. I need to go. Sea you later!

AC: :33 *grins happily and waves goodbye*

CuttlefishCuller ceased trolling arsenicCatnip

Karkat: answer door

You open the door and see Terezi standing there.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you ask. Terezi comes in.

"We need to talk."

"About what? Here. Sit down. Or you'll probably trip and kill yourself." Terezi sits down on the chair you offer her.

"Where's your lusus?"

"I don't know. Why do we need to talk?" you are hopeful that perhaps she wants a matespritship.

"Is Vriska here yet? I don't smell her."

"Why would that complete lunatic be at my hive?"

"Because I told her she needed to come."

"And here I am!" Vriska strolls into the room and sat on the table. "I let myself in, Karkat. Here. Hold this." she hands you a book.

"Not this again! Fuck, every fuckin time I decided to waste my valuable time talking to you, you bring this ludricrous piece of shit up!"

"Hey! It's not shit! It's my ancestor's journal."

"Whatever. What's it got to do with me?"

"Quite a bit if Vriska and I are correct." says Terezi. She launches herself at you and scratches your arm with her fingernails.

"Ow! The fuck!" You look down and see you are bleeding.

"I told you." says Terezi.

"Well, this is interesting." replies Vriska. You look at her in horror.

"I can't let anyone know! I'll get culled! Screw it! I will be culled now! Fuck! Oh f-" Terezi calmly slaps you.

"I've known about your sweet strawberry blood for awhile. I can smell it in your ruby tears everytime you blink." she explains.

"In the times of my ancestor, there was a troll called the signless, or the sufferer. He had blood like yours. He begana movement that coudl be called religious by some points veiw." says Vriska. "It has died out now, but it's core belief was that all blood colors are equal. Several other ideaswent along with it, including radical ones such as democracy, merciful court sentences, laws against killing and no obligation to pail with anyone." you attempt to avoid blushing at the last statement. You do avoid it. But there's others issues now.

"That. Is. Fucking insanity! Am I suppsed to believe that some troll who tried and failed to enitrely re-tool the society and principals the lives of all trolls are built upon is my ancestor? And if he was, so what? I should I give a shit?"

"I don't know." Terezi shrugs. "I came along because you smell really good. Mutants are tasty!"

"And that isn't creepy at all." you say. "If you don't have reason to be here. get the fuck out. You want to be lawyer, or some stupid girly thing like that."

"On the surface it may appear that this course of action is counter-productive to my wanted ends. However, it is my duty as a defender of the law to know as much as I can about all great criminals, past and present. But I won't sell you out."

"Why not?"

"Because then I couldn't smell your blood anymore." Terezi bows her head, almost like she is looking down. Which is entirely impossible since she is blind. "And because if you do what the sufferer did, or keep doing it, it could lead to a democracy or some other crazy, unstable government. But a non-dictatorship would mean trials would happen more often, and maybe not just as formality."

"Hold on a fucking second! You want me to be a religious leader so your career choice can be more enjoyable? Fuck you!" Terezi shrugs again and stands.

"They're changing the legal age of adulthood to eight sweeps. You'll have your blood sampled then, enjoy what life you have left." with this closing statement, Terezi leaves your hives and begins to head back to her own home.

"I think I'll leave too. I've had enough of you. I'll loan my ancestor's journal for a few days, read through it. It's very intersting." say the spidertroll.

"Why do you care, Vriska?" you ask.

"Oh now reason. And two little things dear Terezi forgot to bring up. With all the highblood culling lately, it'd be so easy to overthrow the whole 'highblood' thing right now. especially seeing how the Condesce has been since her return to Alternia.

"What the fuck are you talking about." she smirks.

"That's thing two. I think I've figured out why the highbloods are being culled. The Condesce is getting rid of everyone she doesn't want succeeding her.

"That means she's dying."

Your name is Feferi Peixes and the palace is larger than you could have ever dreamed. It will be yours someday. But not today.

Today you are being led down a hall toward what is either your doom, or the most wonderful thing that has happened to you.

You are told to enter a room and you do.

You find a troll who, judging from her size, must be hundreds of sweeps old, sitting in an ornate and comfortable looking throne. And Cod, she is beautiful. Is that what you look like? After all, theoretically, you should look identical to your ancestor.

She looks so awful at the same time too. Supposedly she ought to be intimidating, but you aren't intimidated all at. Her skin looks clammy. she's too thin, and overall, she looks sick.

She looks over at you.

"Da fuck you standing over there for? Get you ass over here. I didn't call for you to have you stand in my doorway, kid." you rush to the throne.

"Yes, your Imperial Condescension, ma'am."

"Shut up. You know why you're here?" you take a breath and hope not to be culled after you next sentence.

"You're dying. And you decided to make me your heir."

"Girl, you know I can't pick an heir. That's why I did the next best thing. I got rid of most of your competition for ya. So your welcome." She hands you a bow which you open.

Inside is shining yellow jewelry, similar to your own, more far more copious.

The number of horns that wen into making these must be E-NORMOUS. You think.

"Gotta look the role." says your empress/ancestor. You suddenly find yourself becoming angry.

"You tried to cull my moirail!" you shout. "Well, ex-moirail, but we're still friends, but that's beside the point! And I don't need to look like the role you had, because I'm going to be a totally different kind of empress. I'll help my people and be merc-" you earn a slap for your outburst.

"Shut da shell up!" the Condesce yells, and then starts violently coughing. Magenta blood of the royalist shade comes flying from her mouth, splattering you and her. You both wipe blood off your faces.

"I might last another octal, them I'm done. And take advice from the oldest troll alive. You gotta rule with iron fists and fear. The whole 'nice and mercy' thing is shit." You nod. She looks worse now, very ill.

"Jut wanted you ta know that, girl. You're my descendant, right? I like the idea of you ruling when I'm dead. Now get outta my palace, you'll have it for a long time." you nod quickly and leave without another word.