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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Equius felt a little off all day. There was just some minor detail about his day that was just a bit irregular, but no matter how hard he puzzled, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was confounding, but if he couldn't figure it out, it must not have been too important, right?]

[Perhaps he just needed to eat something.]

[Depositing his things at a table (gosh, he hadn't realized how heavy all those books were until he wasn't carrying them anymore), he got in line and filled his tray with as much food and as many milk cartons as it could hold, as per usual, then sat back down at the table. It wasn't until he was half-way finished that it hit him.]

[He was getting full. He'd gone through three milk cartons without crushing a single one. His silverware was completely intact. Doors hadn't slammed behind him all day. He'd only broken one or two pencils, as opposed to two per class. His books were heavy.]

[His STRENGTH was gone.]

[And he wasn't near as sweaty as he felt he should be for coming to such a startling realization]

[He's just going to stare blankly at his food and try not to panic now]

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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Equius.

[He steps over, slamming a hand down on the table, causing the whole thing to quake and shake under his hand. he almost jumps a little at first but shakes it off, looking down to the other troll.]

We gotta talk.

[Smirk.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He's ashamed that caught him completely off gaurd, and consequently, as Tavros's hand slammed down, he jumped and fell out of his chair.]

[This is him blushing while staring up from the floor]

We do?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, stepping up and over the table, a hand in a pocket as he hops down to the floor on the otherside and leans down, wrapping a single hand around Equius's uniform collar. Yes, they did. Something was up. He... He was breaking things without trying, slamming doors here and there. Without knowing he was getting the strength Equius seemed to be losing. He didn't have it all yet, he wouldn't bruise the other with a slight touch, no, but he certainly could lift him off the ground with a hand, looking up to him with a wide grin, eyes half lidded.]

Oh, yes, we do.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Equius's stomach lurched as he was so effortlessly lifted off the ground, his eyes going wide behind his glasses. Had Tavros always been this strong and he'd just never noticed due to his own immense STRENGTH or was this something new? Something related to his own growing weakness?]

[Gosh, to think of this lowblood having so much power over him... to be helpless before his most passionately hated enemy... It was so wrong. So disgraceful. So depraved. So exquisite!]

Ah... about what?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

About something I have really, no idea about. But honestly? [Grins, pulling Equius closer, their noses almost touching.]

It's really not THAT big of an issue... I just seemed to wake up as a big six now, smashing cups and bending in door handles. I'd say it's a big familiar, eh? What yeah figure, malchick? [He snickers, dropping the other trollm not caring if he lands on his feet or ass, and pockets his hands going to sit on the table, feet on the seat of it.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Stumbles a bit as his feet hit the ground, one hand reaching out to steady himself against the table. Yes, that all really does sound familiar, and he's really not sure how he feels about it.]

[No, that's a lie. He knows exactly how he feels about it. He's both excited and terrified, thrilled at the prospect of being able to go a day without breaking anything, and yet to be left so vulnerable, stripped of something he'd simply taken for granted his whole life.]

It certainly seems as though my power is draining into you, yes. How or why, I canter even begin to fathom.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Canter? Oh, getting a little on edge are we, droog? Better put yourself on ice before you drown us all. [He smirks, hands leaving his pockets to press on the table behind him, supporting him as he leans back.]

But this does raise a shot lotta questions, eh? I didn't know this place played games on us... Granted bringing us here is a huge game in itself...

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Would you trot be on edge as well, having discovered that your greatest STRENGTH has suddenly jumped the fence to other pastures? [He takes a seat next to Tavros (though not on the table as he is), and rests his elbows on the table, folding his hands under his chin. It is, he feels, important to maintain the image of perfect serenity, even if he's sweating profusely and punning like a Leo] Hoovever, I think it is imperative that we remane reasonable about this happenstance. You and I are from different, albeit parallel universes, and there are maney more fields beyond ours, as is evident by muletitude of backgrounds claimed by those that are here. It is possibull, that perhaps in some dimension, you and I have our powers... reversed. And that an instablelity the time-space magic that lead us here has caused the conditions of these alternate universes to bleed into our current existences.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...Wow shutting up time now. [That was a whole deal of shit he did not care about, except the puns here and there which were pretty hilarious and stupid, mind you. Tavros sighs, laying back onto the table, his head hanging down off the other side and looking, upside down, around the room.]

I doubt it really matters... Oh, w-wait. [That would... okay maybe he should have listened better. That would mean he can't...commune?]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I should think it's a rather big change, don't you? Especially for you. [Rolls his eyes at Tavros, then on a whim, wraps his arms around his leg, hugging it to his chest. The metal doesn't buckle or even dent in his grip, remaining as hard and solid as it ought. Not even when he increased the pressure, squeezing it with all his strength. It was...]

[He couldn't wait to find Nepeta.]

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[What is with everyone being freaked out today? He decided to join the other troll with his coffee, something that he realized he was starting to enjoy.

He didn't even know why, but whatever. It was really fuckin' good and truthfully that's really all that mattered.]

Hey Equ', you gonna continue to stare at your food or are you actually gonna eat it?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...What the bleedin' sith are you doing? [Frowns, yanking his leg from Equius with a sneer.]

Don't fucking hug me, you shit.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I'm full. You may have the rest, if you like.

[The words are automatic, spoken without any inflection. He's just... too stunned to really react to the seadweller's presence]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Suddenly not hugging. Okay, yeah, that was cool. Hugging wasn't something he did, after all. Mostly only because he couldn't, but] I was... experimenting with my lack of strength. It is an unreal feeling, not breaking everything I touch.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[He was tempted to reach over for it, but he was more wondering about his current condition.]

Are you gonna be okay?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I will manage. I have always felt that my STRENGTH should not be how I define myself, after all. [Shrugs his shoulders and looks up at Eridan] I'll not die from being weak, at any rate.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

Well, that's nice to know.

[Sip.]

Wait. [He sets down the cup.] What are you goin' on about? I thought you bein' freakishly strong was the thing that defined yourself.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

It is a physical state of being, something that I was born with, and one that is beyond my control. To tie my entire existence and self-worth to something so unstable would be foolhardy. I am a blueblood, first and foremost, and it is to those standards of thought and behavior that I bind myself. I do not need physical strength to be happy; so long as I have strength of conviction, I will endure all.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[This look, Equius. Just... this look.]

Okay, so how does this tie in with how different you're actin'? Come on, Equ', work with me here.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to give Eridan a small shove. One that would have normally sent him flying from his seat into a wall, but now it only just... nudges him a little.]

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD FLINCHI--- wait.

what.

... WHERE'S THE DEATH?? There's no death.]

Now I get what you've been sayin'. This is real fuckin' weird. Vri' lost her horns, an' now this.

Well... shit.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Normally, I would reprimand you for the use of such deplorable language, however, it seems to accurately encompass my general thoughts on the situation. Mind yourself around Nitram, as he's the one now in possession of my STRENGTH.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

Number one, you wouldn't do a damn thing about it.

Two, yeah. I'll totally stay away from him. I wouldn't want to be killed by a low blood. That'd be such a shame, of all things I could a been killed from.

[He sighs, standing up. What is he doing...]

And, since you're not gonna kill me where I stand if I do this, I might as well make the most outta what I'm about to do.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, whatever.

[He frowns, lifting himself up and off the table which such ease, practically leaping to the floor ans chuckling. Fuck, this, this was fun.]

I'm gonna split, babe.

[He smirks, glancing to Equius with half lidded eyes.]

Be sure to stop by my dorm tonight.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly Strider.]

Hey there, bro.

[That feeling, Equius? That pit of dread in your stomach? That may be a bit of Highblood power showing through. It's not on purpose, honest.]