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This Is Kanaya Maryams Livejournal
Or It Was But Then It Transformed Into A Dreamwidth When I Wasnt Looking
Im Still Not Entirely Clear On How That Happened

I Have Taken The Courtesy Of Not Speaking In My Blood Color Or The Standard Font To Display Cultural Sensitivity
Though If You Want To Converse In The Fashion To Which I Am Most Accustomed That Would Be Fine
If You Would Like Me Not To Represent My Enunciation Textually That Would Also Be Acceptable Though I Would Prefer Not To All Things Being Equal
It Causes Me Moderate Strain

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They Arent Screened Because That Would Be Somewhat Troublesome For Actually Conducting Conversations With Anonymous Browsers
But The Logging Of Addresses Following The Four-Point Specifications Of This Grubnet Is Off As Well
So I Hope You Are At Comfort

My Profile Contains The Means Of Connecting To Trollian With Me If Desired
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> Kanaya: Troll auspisticee.

It is morning of a day not very long after the THERAPY INCIDENT, and you are seated in the arts and crafts room with YOUR MASTERPIECE in front of you and your communicator in your hand.

Hey Eridan
Do You Remember That Reasonable Request I Made
Before All Those Things Happened

You are mostly sure he will not overreact to this, mainly because you have chosen a method of communication obscuring your WORK. However, you still somewhat fear a repeat of your last major communicator experience with him, so your current medium also covers up your NERVES.

> Kanaya: Be the other troll.

[wwrathofangels]

> Gamzee: Respond.

What.

No.

We are not engaging in this tomfoolery. Absolutely not.

Now go on and be the other troll PROPERLY, if you will.

> Eridan: Respond.

Much better.

You elect to continue with the text, simply because it is convenient. It has nothing to do with the fact that you are unsure how to deal with a Kanaya you recently tried to auspistice for, never mind the prior insults about her blood colour and its position on the haemospectrum.

kan i distinctly recall that you wwerent makin that many requests an of the ones you wwere makin
i get the impression youre referrin to the most unreasonable one of all a them

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> Kanaya: Smooth over.

The parser doesn't know what you mean by smooth over. This command is used by you far too frequently. Please clarify.

> Kanaya: Gloss over.

There are far too many objects you might be glossing over.
You can gloss over your private understanding that every time he ever called you comparable to a highblood, every time he ever called your status important, every time he treated you as an equal if not better, he was lying to you.
You can gloss over each of the three parts of your incredible shared quandary of quadrant confusion: the insults to your conciliatory caretaking you receive almost every time you provide it, the infuriating nature of an -- ashen, insanely and exclusively and irrevocably and intoxicating and did you mention exclusively, because if you didn't everything would be falling apart all around you -- attraction to an alien girl who still doesn't understand the fashion in which you're in love with her and someone else, and of course how it's impossible for you to talk about the whole ordeal in a heartfelt way -- though really diamondfelt is what actually entirely eludes you. Damn Alternia and its culture, it burned and did so well.
You can gloss over the agonizing privacy of that entire affair, still passing for half-hidden from the asylum as a whole after months on end.
You can gloss over the deep, overwhelming, unknowable gravity of the recent events that have made your request start to seem much more than reasonable, as well as the blacker-than-caliginous storm cloud it has set over your conscience.
You can also gloss over the element of unreasonability that your request in and of itself has outside of that context.

> Kanaya: Gloss over all.

If By Most Unreasonable You Mean Only Moderately Reasonable As Opposed To Extremely Reasonable
Then Yes
Im Talking About The Most Unreasonable One
But From What Youre Saying My Hope That Youve Reconsidered In Light Of Recent Events Hasnt Come True
Has It

[wwrathofangels]

> Eridan: Disagree. Vehemently.

As if you could disagree in any other fashion.

i am failin to see howw THAT request is in any wway shape or form reasonable
callin that reasonable is about the same as sayin alternia only has one moon or that seadwwellers are an inferior mutation a the troll species an wwe both knoww that the both a those
are not true
wwhich means that request is not reasonable not one bit

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> Kanaya: Counter.

Im Not Asking You To Regard The Reasonability Of Whats Being Requested In Itself
But
Would You Consider Taking Another Look At The Circumstances

[wwrathofangels]

> Eridan: Riposte.

an just wwhat part a me dressin up like
like
wwell
a female
is goin to accomplish anythin to better the circumstances
because im not seein the link here probably because gasp fuckin shock there isnt one

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> Kanaya: Stab.

Because She Said She Wanted To See It Happen And It Was The Last Time I Saw Her Potentially Happy About Anything Whatsoever In Her Future And Not Her Past
But I Understand
Theres No Connection
Is That Your Final Answer Then
No

[wwrathofangels]

> Eridan: Parry.

so wwhat youre sayin to me is that somehoww my abject humiliation is goin to if not make evverythin better at least havve the possibility a her maybe bein a little less sad
no guarantees on that evven
an wwhat if someone else other than her an you see
wwhat then

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> Kanaya: Cut.

Well I Had Some Ambition That This Might Finally Lead To Her Acknowledging Her Participation In Actual Auspisticism
But Youre Probably Right
I Shouldnt Hope For Even Making Her A Little Less Emotionally Ruptured
For All I Know Shell Have Changed Her Mind Somehow And Itll Just Make Her Even Angrier
Thats Really The Likeliest Outcome All Past History With Her Considered

[wwrathofangels]

> Eridan: Relax your guard.

see noww youre bein logical i mean look howw quick she wwas to throww us under the bus wwhen it suited her owwn needs

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> Kanaya: Feint.

Yeah
She Really Doesnt Care About That Does She
I Have Begun To Genuinely Wonder If She Refuses To Acknowledge Us Out Of Lack Of Affection And Not Just Lack Of Ability
Im Not Convincing You
Am I
I Can Only Work So Many Conciliatory Miracles After All
Is This One Of Them
You Tell Me

[wwrathofangels]

> Eridan: En garde.

wwhat
you really think she doesnt care about us
but that wwould make wwhat that wweird fakey fake fairy thing an that wwoman wwas sayin be true then
an i thought all they wwere sayin wwas lies an mistruths because they cant evven figure out howw different races might most likely havve different cultures

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> Kanaya: Appel.

Im Not Saying Anything About Our Captors
Im Just Being Logical Like You Told Me To
Weve Been Dating For Almost An Eighth Of A Sweep Now And Havent Gone On A Single Date
She Might Care About Us As People But Its Certainly Stretching The Imagination To Hope She Cares About Us In A Quadrant
So
Making This Request From You On Such Grounds Isnt Really Reasonable Is It
Even Though You Do Care
Youre Not Doing It
Are You

[wwrathofangels]

> Eridan: Block.

kan
please explain to me wwhy the fuck youre drawwin this out the wway you are because im sure ivve already givven you my answwer
im glad wwe agree youre bein less than reasonable an yeah a course i CARE but the fact remains
no
im not fuckin doin it
that wwas my answwer at the start a this wweird idea a yours an youvve done nothin to change it

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> Kanaya: Disengage.

It should be noted that in fencing, "disengage" is used to describe a form of feinting.

It Was Her Idea Almost As Much As Mine
But
Ok
I Get It
Im Just Your Unreasonable Gibbering Grassblooded Girlfriend
What Does My Word Have To Do With The Matter Of Retaining Your Other One
Ive Got Just One Question To Ask Now
Do You Have Any Idea What I Should Do With This Then

> Kanaya: Look at dress.

You look at the dress. It is supported, somewhat crudely, by a chair, for lack of a better mannequin. It has the alias "masterpiece", earned after it went to the penultimate rung of its echeladder about two days ago, "PINS OF STEEL".

Did you want to do something else?

> Kanaya: Look at dress with camera lens.

You see nothing but darkness.

Are you forgetting something?

> Kanaya: Turn camera on.

The video resolution doesn't quite do the wall justice.

> Kanaya: Turn camera on masterpiece.

Oh.

Why didn't you say so earlier.

======>

The long sleeves ringed in alternating colors elegantly protect the arms from the unworthy outside air, while the triple-peaked stripes on the bodice evoke less subtly the symbol emblazoned on the stately black section intended for the collarbone. The ruffles rising up and down and up and down around the pleasantly rounded perimeter of the skirt are smoother, smaller curves, more like actual waves, smoothly crashing in the border firmly below the knee. The stockings, streaked vertically in beautiful blues, are stuffed with cotton shamelessly in an attempt to improve their awkward hanging position beneath the piece.

======>

You have not worked this hard on a dress since...

Since the first time you stitched together a skirt with no schematics and by hand?

Since you put together monochromatic fabrics and stitched gloves in a way no source you could get your hands on showed you how?

Perhaps since the last time you tried to grind together all your silver and diamonds and other feelings that fluttered frantically in your abdominal cavity on fairy wings and crush them into one sparkling piece of work that would solve all your problems--?

(But that time they burnt with the sun's fire and this time, this time they truly shine with moonlight and starlight, brighter than you can bear to look at, so brightly you think you might burst--)

======>

You have never, ever worked this hard on a dress.

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In a corner of the background somewhere lies your black and white outfit, the one intended "for special occasions", the first dress from your wardrobe you chose to remake for yourself, unfinished.

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[wwrathofangels]

> Eridan: Be speechless.

That's... well. Impressive, really, because you are very certain she had to make all of that by hand.

Even if she'd had a sewing machine, or even an alchemitizer, you would still be impressed, however. That level of detail is downright exquisite, and really it puts you to mind of what an adult's attire would be like. Between the elegant peaks of the jagged stripes recalling your symbol and the cascading tide of ruffles encircling the skirt, you are fairly certain that if you ever met an eight sweep old Aquarius, this would be present in her wardrobe.

======>

You should definitely say something, but you are still speechless.

Of course, now that your awe has had a chance to wane, you now want to know just why the FUCK she would take all the time to make this when she knew you had no interest in wearing it. After all, if she thinks she is going to guilt you into wearing this, she has another thing coming. You know no guilt.

Well.

At least not where this is concerned. And even then it could be argued that what you identify as guilt would be more properly labeled self-pity.

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You consider telling her that she can wear it herself.

You reject this idea because, uh, HELLO. That is your symbol. Seriously. Even you are not that crass.

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All of these thoughts later, and you are still speechless. You are not at all sure which one to voice, except that last thought which you will definitely keep to yourself given Kanaya's habit of misinterpreting everything you say. Never mind the inherent crudeness of the idea.

And you are most certainly not speechless because your mundane cannot come up with an otherwise appropriate reaction.

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> Kanaya: Enunciate.

You're already doing that! You do it REFLEXIVELY by your current AGE, remember? Is this some weird attempt at metonymy for NOT BEING SPEECHLESS? If you're really trying that hard to not use that command, you could just AVAIL YOURSELF OF AUDIO PORTION OF VIDEO FUNCTON.

> Kanaya: Fine, do that then.

Seriously Now Emotional Theatrics Over
I Need You To Get Up Here So I Can Make Sure This Actually Fits Since You Never Let Me Take Your Measurements

[wwrathofangels]

> Eridan: Be the opposite of speechless.

okay
sure
wwhere did you say you wwere again ill be right up

> Eridan: Realise.

This is not a business transaction. You will not be making any profit from this. Although you suppose it is tangentially related to being of goods and property, you are fairly certain this is an impossible command.

> Eridan: Not that realise. REALISE.

You are not entirely certain what the process of expanding or completing a piece of music by supplying the harmonies indicated in the figured bass has to do with this conversation.

> Eridan: Realise what you just said.

You will happily make what you said into reality just as soon as the person giving commands ceases with these pointless shenanigans and allows Kanaya to tell you where to go.

> ======>

...

Eh. Close enough.

> Eridan: Realise what you just said.

It dawns on you too late that you just implied conse> ======>

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> Kanaya: Realize your oversight.

As any Homestuck character would, you REALIZE you have neglected PROPER SERVICE TO A SEADWELLER, as is merited by your POSITION ON THE HEMOSPECTRUM.

The Arts And Crafts Block Of Course
Thats Where This Has Been Hidden After All

> Kanaya: Warn him about the stairs.

Okay, seriously, you're not even taking that command into account.

[Aaaand ACTION!]

[wwrathofangels]

He doesn't even bother to respond since he can see no way of getting out of going to see her in person about this. Maybe it isn't too late to say no? Maybe once they both realise what he knows already, which is that he will look fucking ridiculous in that outfit?

He is definitely not mildly curious to see what he could sort of look like if he'd hatched as a female. Nope.

Thankfully, there is no need for a warning about stairs, because he is automatically cautious when it comes to those things.

And after all this long, drawn out expository narration, he arrives at the arts and crafts block.

"Okay, Kan, let's see this dress thing you're expectin' me to wwear."

[Action]

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Hey, you never know the next time Linda's going to give the inmates a little vacation. Kanaya has none of the delusions about Eridan remotely resembling a hatched female. None of them. Not a single one in the slightest.

After some time waiting for him she realizes that he's stopped answering, so she sets her communicator aside waiting for him to arrive, and hoping that he hasn't simply decided to stop answering - she's not thinking about the times he's decided to simply stop answering.

So when she hears Eridan come in, it's with light in her yellow eyes that she turns around to greet him. "Of course." Her work skirt swishes as she picks up the dress from the chair. "And the stockings. Those are an integral part of the outfit."

[Action] ahahahaha I am the slowest it is me

[wwrathofangels]

He just takes everything and looks at it all with some visible doubt. Especially the stockings, now that he's looking at them up close and personal. While they certainly do a fair job mimicking the pattern on his pants, he is just... not sure about this at all, really.

Well.

The sooner he proves he looks glubbing stupid in this shit, the sooner he can convince Kan to make him something else. Maybe something with a cape. Capes are awesome.

And yes, this means he is just going to strip right in the middle of the room. Modesty? Privacy? Yeah, whatever. Details.

[Action]

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Kanaya taps her foot quietly with a easy, hopeful cadence as she waits for him to finish regarding the garments. Though she would probably not concede to any request for a cape. Capes may be awesome, but Eridan is not indeed of another one. A longcoat? Perhaps. But not another cape. Unless he has even more discretion in fashion than Kanaya has given him cred it for, he has three of them hanging in his closet--

Which is a revered institution into which at this moment she would like to run oh God Eridan WHY. "This was definitely not intended as that sort of lovingly crafted dress!" Kanaya hisses as she runs for the craft block door to secure it. Of course by the time she's there she manages to relax and get her gutterblooded mind out of its customary location. "That is. My goodness, I thought you had a distinct objection to the possibility of someone besides your girlfriends seeing," she points out once she's settled firmly in a position of guard over the potentially treacherous aperture. Because sadly this is still enmeshed as a private and potentially romantic relationship-mending matter in her mind.

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[wwrathofangels]

"Wwhat do you mean by... Oh don't tell me the door wwas still open." He pauses, shirt tugged up around his chest so he can get it off easily. His abdominal gills are shut tight against the outside air, though the ones on his neck flare with annoyance. His cape and scarf are draped over the back of a nearby chair, and as soon as Kanaya responds? His shirt will be coming the rest of the way off so it can join those accessories.

DANG IT VAMPIRISM.....

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"Even if it wasn't absolutely anybody could come through." She settles firmly into sitting on the ground with her legs braced hard against the door. "We're not the only people in this asylum, you know. However much it sometimes feels like it." She rests her chin in her hand and drums her fingers on her knee; still resolutely facing in the opposite direction of her boyfriend. She is not giving into the situational comedy, thank you very much.