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witchesreign2011-05-29 05:24 am
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♉ Intro [Action] wHAT,,,tHE HECK
[Of course he was picked to come here, even if it was random. Of course he was going to attend this school. Of course! There was not reason he wouldn’t. Tavros was, not gonna lie, pretty steamed he was here, and that he couldn’t do what needed to be done back home. He knew that this wasn’t the place for him now. He had to kill Vriska, he had to advance and stop her from ruining anything further. Even if he pitied her, even if he loved her. Okay maybe it was going to be a lot harder then he thought, but he killed her once, he could have done it again. Not that he had to anymore, with the whole appearing here, lance in hand, not sure exactly how to react to the whole thing. But that was over now, for the most part. he had cleaned himself up, got into this uniform and was ready for...school?
Now he was a ‘cadet’ or something, whatever. The uniform was pretty cool, so nothing to complain about there, he’d probably make a few modifications through time. But, this whole, rules, and shit, this was gonna get old really fast. But this ‘new start’ thing? He liked that, actually... Alternia was gone, they had nothing back on that fucking meteor, so maybe this was for the best. He had another world to become something in, because having any part in troll society, lance related or not, wasn’t going to happen now, not with Alternia blow all to hell.]
Wonder if I can like, get some kind of phone or some shit…
[Talking to yourself is completely normal when you don’t have anyone to talk to yet. He’s ignoring the stares he gets every so often, he stared enough of his own lately, he was tired of gawking at things and people he’d never seen before. He knew what humans were, a lot of people here looked liked them. He had yet to see a troll. To be honest, he wondered why he wasn’t getting more stares, maybe… maybe there was another troll here somewhere? That would be amazing… Though, he shouldn’t get excited. DAMNIT, did he almost hit someone with his horn again?! People were NOT used to horns here.]
YEAH, yeah, watch it! [He scowled, grunting as he turned to lean his back against a nearby wall, his hand flipping out the paper with his schedule written on it. He wasn’t exactly excited… for classes… It was gonna be a drag, really. But he’d do the best he could Maybe he should sign up for some extra shit to do, so it wasn’t just all work. He’d go NUTS if it was all work. He had to become a part of this place now, whether he liked it or not. It wasn't like him to dwell on this kind of stuff, so, have at it! The others could figure out what to do on their own now for all he cared. Not liked they listened to him anyways.
Okay, maybe a little help with these classes, and schedule, and whatever was going on would be nice. Just a little... Ugh, whatever, he was done looking at this stupid list. Tavros pulls out his acceptance letter and reads it again before scoffing and starting to fold it.]
Now he was a ‘cadet’ or something, whatever. The uniform was pretty cool, so nothing to complain about there, he’d probably make a few modifications through time. But, this whole, rules, and shit, this was gonna get old really fast. But this ‘new start’ thing? He liked that, actually... Alternia was gone, they had nothing back on that fucking meteor, so maybe this was for the best. He had another world to become something in, because having any part in troll society, lance related or not, wasn’t going to happen now, not with Alternia blow all to hell.]
Wonder if I can like, get some kind of phone or some shit…
[Talking to yourself is completely normal when you don’t have anyone to talk to yet. He’s ignoring the stares he gets every so often, he stared enough of his own lately, he was tired of gawking at things and people he’d never seen before. He knew what humans were, a lot of people here looked liked them. He had yet to see a troll. To be honest, he wondered why he wasn’t getting more stares, maybe… maybe there was another troll here somewhere? That would be amazing… Though, he shouldn’t get excited. DAMNIT, did he almost hit someone with his horn again?! People were NOT used to horns here.]
YEAH, yeah, watch it! [He scowled, grunting as he turned to lean his back against a nearby wall, his hand flipping out the paper with his schedule written on it. He wasn’t exactly excited… for classes… It was gonna be a drag, really. But he’d do the best he could Maybe he should sign up for some extra shit to do, so it wasn’t just all work. He’d go NUTS if it was all work. He had to become a part of this place now, whether he liked it or not. It wasn't like him to dwell on this kind of stuff, so, have at it! The others could figure out what to do on their own now for all he cared. Not liked they listened to him anyways.
Okay, maybe a little help with these classes, and schedule, and whatever was going on would be nice. Just a little... Ugh, whatever, he was done looking at this stupid list. Tavros pulls out his acceptance letter and reads it again before scoffing and starting to fold it.]
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