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[Here's a troll who's been keeping his head down lately. Between his full class schedule and udder lack of social graces, not mention his aversion to sunlight, he's kept himself holed up in his room.]

[But today is a nice, slightly overcast day, so he's taking what little free time he has to sit out in the quad and draw. He sits beneath an umbrella he's set up, a navy blue blanket spread out beneath him, and a box of pencils at his side (on the other side, there's a box for the splintered remains of the pencils that shattered in his grip).]

[Anyone who gets close enough to see what he's drawing will get an eyeful of robots, musclebeasts, anatomical sketches, and a rather sharp, pointed glare]

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So there you are. [Her running mate for Homecoming is here of all places.] I do hope that in your absence, you've been promoting our good name.

[Snap goes the pencil in his hand as Grell addresses him, and he sighs angrily as he tosses the broken pieces away] Well, I certainly have not been besmirching it, have I?

That isn't moving our goal along, though.

[So many broken pencils...She sighs.]

May I? [She'd like to sit.]

Of course.

[He scoots over on the blanket, making more room for her. The sketchbook gets closed and he folds his arms over the top of it, giving Grell his full attention]

I do apologize for my absence. I have been busy with schoolwork.

[Settles down onto the blanket, legs folded to the side.] Education is important. I was at the top of most of my classes [ADJUSTS GLASSES] so of course being fully educated should be your goal~.

Was? [He arches a skeptical eyebrow, unconsciously lifting a hand to adjust his shades] And I do take my education seriously. I have selected two majors, after all.

In my home world. Here, I'm not trying as hard. [Shrugs casually] I don't really care what happens here. It WON'T matter once we get sent back.

So have I. [Plays with a pencil that isn't broken.] Which have you chosen?

Oh. Vriska says the same thing, actually. About it not mattering. [He shrugs, looking away to watch the passerbys] I like to think that perhaps even if I do not consciously remember everything I learn, that at least some of it will remain within my subconscious. It cannot hurt, after all.

Intelligence and Battle Medicine. Learning the principles of magick has been... interesting, but really, I am more interested in the anatomy class.

...true. [Stills the pencil and looks to it idly.] A gift and a curse, perhaps.

[Anatomy. The most Grell knows about it is how to RIP THEM OUT. Brings her attention back to Equius.]

Those are very important fields. [Grins] So REASSURING that you'll be the one treating injuries.

[She may or may not be the cause of them. Who knows.]

[He glances back at her, but more specifically, at the pencil in her hand. He knows all about cursed gifts.]

I break things enough without trying. It is nice to know that I can use my STRENGTH for less destructive pursuits. The living body is a rather fascinating machine, as well.

At least you realize that physical strength isn't everything.

Isn't it~? [A grin, reminiscing on more destructive times. The way her victims quivered and CONVULSED under her reign of bloody murder. Yes, she found that fascinating as well.]

I love being STRONG, but sometimes, it feels like too much. [He shakes his head, forcing away those thoughts. Giving into uncertainty is a weakness he will not allow]

[Her grin makes him smirk, flipping his sketchbook open to a graphically detailed drawing of a dissected troll. One with rather large, bull-like horns and mechanical legs] It is amazing what one can do when one understands the exact way a body functions. What you can create and what you can destroy.

[The illustration is detailed, indeed. Each organ is marked accordingly, but in a language she couldn't understand. They are easy to distinguish just by their shape. Grell's unperturbed at the drawing, even though it resembles a certain other troll. She's quite fascinated by it.]

I tend to focus on the destruction than creation. A bit less complicated, really. [Pushes back a long lock of hair that came loose.] It took God six days to create the world, but it took one bite of an apple to corrupt it for eternity. [Chuckles darkly.] Also, I have ONLY enough patience for certain art forms.

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I admire a lady with a taste for violence. [He gives her the smallest hint of a smile, then turns his attention back to the shade. The tips of his ears might just be a hint bluer than normal] But while wanton destruction is all well and good, what would we do if there was nothing left to destroy? Creation must exist, or lest the universe become void.

[GRINS and adjusts her glasses.]

Not everyone is made for creating. [A touchy subject. The reason for her violent spree with Madame Red.] And some take it for granted.

[SNAP goes that pencil in her hand.]

...oops. [SIGHS]

[Oops indeed. Equius is just going to stare at the broken pencil in her hand, breaking out in a light sweat. Such a small act of destruction, and yet...]

My apologies-- [Turns to hand over the pencil pieces before she notices the light sheen of sweat.] Do you require a towel?

[Huh, another one of those trolls... like that Karkat guy. Gabriella's shaking a little as she approaches him, but he looks like he's doing something important. Hmmm... to bother or not to bother?]

I hope that's not homework.

For once, no, it is not. [He barely glances up at her before he's back to doodling, one hand coming up to brush a bit of hair behind his ear] It wouldn't be prudent to execute such an important task in an area as highly populated as this.

Thank god. I was worried I'd missed an assignment or something! [She'd attempt to see what he's drawing, but even Gabriella knows better than to try, especially when it looks somewhat important.] So what are you doing?

[He grunts at her comment about missing assignments, then lowers his notebook. The page is filled with robots, and parts of robots with little comments written in Daedric beside them]

I'm making plans that will never come to fruition.

I don't know... Some of these look pretty possible. [peers more closely, pointing to one of the simpler ones] Plus, I think I built something like that once.

[Tavros > Jog]

[Yes, that sounds like a fantastic idea, let's just do that. You enjoy a wonderful job and eventually start to tire out, you've ended up in the quad, this place is pretty cool you guess. Kick you toes in the ground a little as you come to a stop and wipe your brow with the back of you hand. Yes, jogging is fun, you really enjoy it-FLIP OUT QUIETLY.]

[Tavros > Spot a wild Equius]

[OH FUCKING SHIT, YOU TOTALLY SPOTTED HIM RIGHT THERE, UNDER A LAME ASS UMBRELLA AND EVERYTHING, SHIT FUCK.]

[Tavros > Dance like a panicking fool and find a bush and use it to hide until you get a better plan.]

[Yes, you do that. Starting with your panicky dance of fear and anxiousness. You find a nearby bush and run towards it, diving into it's leafy shadows. You realize now how stupid of an idea this was.]

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[Yeah, he saw that, Tavros. You look ridiculous, by the way.]

[But he's not going to chase you, or even acknowledge your existence, oh no. His plot is far more insidious than that.]

[Without looking up from his notebook, he tears a blank page from the back and wads it into a ball, then lightly tosses it at the bush he knows you're hiding behind.]

[Tavros > Hurdle in small ball and be vewy vewy qwuiet.]

[This is dumb. You're not a pussy! You START to stand up when the paper hits you on the head and bounces infront of you. Maybe you'll stay sitting for that. Fucking garbage? What is that even?]

[Tavros > Pick up paper and eat it.]

[No... Why the fuck would you do that? You DO pick it up though and play with it a bit before managing to unfold it.]

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[It's not garbage, it's an improvised weapon! And be grateful he's not throwing pencil shards, because those would actually hurt.]

[He grabs another page and, pausing to indulge in a little bit of dark laughter, draws a spade in the center of it before once more crumpling it up, and tossing it in Tavros's direction.]

[He pauses, recrumpling the first paper and going to get up AGAIN, and the, more paper. What the fuck is this bush even? A trash can? Equius is littering, he thought better of him.]

[...Oh...he drew a...]

[He sprouts up from the bush, paper in hand, squeezing it as tight as possible with an extremely taken aback look on his face as he glares over to Equius, face orange at hell.]

UGH ST-ST-STOP IT! [He yells, and yes, stuttering like a champ, his right eye twitching.]

[He lifts his head slowly, eyebrows arched and face impassive. It's as close to a look of innocence as he can manage]

Stop what, Tavros? I am merely practicing for my art class.

.....ff....FUCK YOU. [He shrieks, pointing angrily at the other troll and turning to storm off. No bro, no, he is not doing this shit. The longer he stays here the closer he-]

[No. No fucking way. SICK.]

[Smirks, bowing his head over his drawing once more]

Yes, I'm sure you'd like to.

[Stop.]

[Pause.]

[Take a deep breath, kid, simmer the hell down.]

[He slowly turns to Equius, hands moving the paper he had still death gripped in his hand. The orange troll's face was dead pan, eyes half lidded as if showing no interest. He pulls up the paper and rips it into eighths, letting the pieces flutter to the ground.]

Nope.

[Yesss, play it cool. Apathy is the key to avoided quadrants. Gonna go...do...something now. Maybe spoon out his eyes or something else more fun then this confrontation.]

[He glances up at the sound of ripping paper, watching Tavros over the rims of his shades. A small smirk ghosts over his lips, and he shrugs.]

I have better things to do than go chasing lowb100ds anyway. Your foul taint would probably make my skin crawl off my flesh in revulsion.

[Fucking...hemospectrum...bullshit... but no.]

[He waves a hand as he walks, his other going into his pocket.]

Good to know, bro. I'm sure your 'better things' are quite the cal.

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