Your name is Gamzee and you wish these dreams would stop.
In your dream you're six sweeps old and smiling and live in a seashore hive-but not alone
You live with Karkat and Tavros. you're pale with one and red with the other. but which is what keeps changing and sometimes your lusus is there but when he is somehow-some way-he's dead.
You hate these dreams
Currently though you're standing before the altar, a service just finished and your people only just finishing leaving.
the altar still smokes with the remains of the troll you burned after draining his blood. it smells MIRACULOUS.
You stand waiting and watching until the smoke dissipates before walking away. you've got OTHER SHIT to deal with. Got forces to lead. Got shit to get coordinated between your people and Ampora's.
You really wish that motherfucker had become an Orphaner rather than commander of the army. Maybe he'll switch to that once this rebellion is done.
You wonder if you might get to be the one to end it, wouldn't that be fun? to get to be the one to bash their leaders in the head until you get to see broken wings and red blood.
Someone tries to talk to you as you walk down the hall. their spewing about something you give no fucks about.
They should know better. You're agitated although you aren't sure why so you hit them across the face and hear their neck break with the strength of the blow. pathetic.
After instructing the latest group your sending out to follow the military officials orders as they would yours, you return to your room, wipe off your paint and sit on your floor, legs crossed and meditating.
You suppose some might find it strange that the Grand Highblood would meditate but it's not such an uncommon practice for subjuggulators. and you've been working to bring it back more. Just like you've brought back this whole crazy-ass religion to it's former glory. Besides, meditating has lots of applications:
It can keep you calm enough so you don't kill the wrong people. Help order thoughts in order to form plans and strategies-he was a leader after all, had to have motherfucking plan or two-or even induce a bloodlust that was sometimes needed. no, not sometimes.
lots of times.
But today Your meditation has only one purpose: to clear you head and calm you down after service. Normally you'd go talk to to hang about with you're wicked moirail but she's been all shades of busy lately. maybe you'll catch her later.
Gamzee: Eat Some Sopor
NO! for THE LAST MOTHERFUCKING TIME no...
No. every single day you crave that green slime. You've managed to not cave but even for you it ain't easy.
But you can't go back to how you were. A weak child with weaker Faith and useless desires.
Even then you wanted to be The Grand Highblood. but you wanted other things too...distracting things.
You opened your eyes for a moment and sigh irritably.
You get up and go to find Eridan-he's probably at his temporary base. But you know you need to speak to him. attain a right from him and from the Condesce.
You need to be the one to kill The Sufferer Spawn and The New Summoner.
Maybe then you'll stop having dreams about them.
Maybe then you'll stop wanting weak things.
You are the Grand Highblood and you can only hope the death of those two mutants will kill your weaknesses too
Your Name is Feferi Peixes. Even now you're her.
You like being you. Even if you is a lot like the Condesce before you. But you're different.
You're beating two rebellions at once with ease. Of course, it kind of helps that people are losing hope given the disappearance of both rebellion leaders both whatever. If it works it works.
"Your Majesty. we got someone you may want to meet." You look up and notice the guard standing there.
"bring them in." you say, sitting down and crossing your legs and overall making sure you look fabulous and intimidating before you gotta see anybody. You used to not care about that but now you've realized how helpful it can be.
Two people re dragged in. one beaten to the pint of nearly being unconscious and given how huge he is you understand why.
the other is smaller-average for his class with a mean look on his face and one of his eyes missing.
It only takes a short profanity filled conversation to figure out what happened.
they thought you already had the summoner, kidnapped him with some kind of mental power, and they were trying to break into the prison to bsut him out.
Honestly it seems a bit silly in the end as you think about it. Breaking into prison to break someone out and breaking their own bones int he process.
heh.
Well if they want to be in jail so bad they can. your order them put there rather than killed and watched as they're both dragged away
The shorter one still shouting profanities.
After they're gone you get to thinking. They think you have mental abilities?
What if you did...
Is there a way to make yourself have them?
You get up and walk through the palace and up to third story to a room in the back where a laboratory is set up. the scientists you have at work are supposed to design weapons and cures to currently untreatable diseases.
But now you have a new mission for them.
"I need at least two of you here to take a new assignment." you announce. It takes some murmuring and shuffling but two are gently pushed before you.
One wears a horrifically bright pink but her height and eyes betray her to be a blueblood. the other's dressed in black and lacks the more professional-looking labcoat but it lets you see his sign which is colored in a strange kind of orange. Not unnatural or freakish although uncommon, especially in this province.
"What are you names?"
"Kortik." the man introduces herself. "And this is my assistant, Iogsan."
"Assistant?" you raise an eyebrow and look her over. "you look a bit overqualified for lab assistant."
"Oh um, I suppose I am bu-"
"-great! You two are partners now. here's what I want." You look at them intently, grinning with your shark-like teeth.
"I want A cerulean's mental abilities. actually I'd like brownbloods and psiioniics too while you're at it."
They glance at each other before quietly nodding and looking back to you.
"We'll get it done." Iogsan says and you keep smiling.
"Wonderful~" you trill before walking out a bounce in your step.
Maybe this'll be the move that ends the rebellion.
You guess you'll have to just wait an see.
Iogsan: Russian for Roxy
Kortik: Russian for Dirk