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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

Anonymous Commenting Is Enabled For The Use Of Anyone Unable To Register An Account Here

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
Thats All

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[Voice]

[tendtoenunciate]

[She's only barely handling this herself. Playing an alien near-adult and a highblood off each other like toys touches the edges of her depth; and knowing there's a Troll German Shepherd that could come in and chew off their heads while she's not looking only makes it worse. And -- oh, she's just so frustrated with him.]

You betrayed us, Eridan. You do realize that, right. Or am I missing out on some critical aspect of seadweller culture that says it's acceptable to make out with your conciliatory quadrant fills. Because, even from our perspective, what you did was wrong. Even if you hadn't misunderstood me and she would have somehow been receptive [and she is a little quieter, for a moment, as she does the teenager thing and feels all the culpability herself] it still would have been wrong. ["To your auspistice", she doesn't say.]

And now trying to take it from the alien perspective. ...which honestly is terribly difficult to do when it's like this because she's got an ashen fill and, regardless of what you might have to say about her emotions, a situation closely resembling a pale one -- I still don't know how humans think. [She's struck by sudden longing for that Rose girl she once knew. This kind of thing would have fascinated her, and later on it strongly seemed like she might actually be almost competent in the field. But that was a six hour twelve minute aberration. It's not like she'd ever show up. Another troll, maybe, but not some alien acquaintance, however significant she may have seemed at the time. The entire idea comes to mind and gets rejected by Kanaya in the space of a seconds.] What she could have been thinking when the two of you were. Like that. [Beaten and bruised and legs entangled and she was on top, the stupid beautiful girl, with blood on her lips and underneath her nails... yes, Kanaya's jealous. Not of either partner, but their position... Bite her. (Andrea'd've made such an excellent troll.)] But. You know how unreasonable she sometimes is. What I'd guess the situation has become in her mind -- of course I wasn't there, so I don't know exactly how things started, I still don't know why she started fighting back other than being stupid -- was that you had come out of nowhere to both beat her up and provide funwanted concupiscent advances. And if those are conflicting rather than complementary, then it's only worse, I guess.

So I wasn't thinking you should try to talk to her. Just. Drop off lunch or something.

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[wwrathofangels]

::Like he needs his nose rubbed into his mistakes. There's a bit of background noise from him fidgeting as he tries to figure out how to respond to all of that.::

Yeah. I... I.

It's just.

I don't.

::You know what? Emotional management is for calmer trolls than he.::

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[wwrathofangels]

::With an enraged shriek, he throws the communicator. It hits the wall, likely transmitting both the noise of impact and static, before clattering to the floor.

The feed shuts off right after the first noise that might, through the feedback and hissing, be the comm unit hitting the floor.::