oh no she's hot [OPEN]

[sinkships]

Who: Neophyte Reglare and anyone getting ambushed.
Where: All around the mansion
When: Few days Post-event
Rating: I'll say PG-13 until further notice.
Summary: Reglare is kicking down doors, dropping down from ceilings, and generally interrogating people about their whereabouts during the event last week. However, kicking down door is also how she greets people normally, so she may just be popping by to say hello.
The Story:
Redglare wants answers, and unlike her descendant, she isn't exactly keen on getting them by asking nicely. Or asking. Or being nice. This is because Redglare is generally awful, but at the least she is quite consistent about it.

Meeting people is also a prerogative of hers, mostly people who will tell her what she wants to know. And you know what gets people to talk?

Fear.

But she isn't a subjuggulator and she doesn't have Pyralspite, and even though she doesn't need them, apparently hardcore interrogation techniques are frowned upon. Just the many ways this mansion is consistently disappointing.

So she has instead opted for surprise. Which is almost as good.

No matter who you are, where you are, what you're doing, Redglare is coming. If you're wandering the halls? BAM! Coming from the ceiling! If you're minding your business in your room? BAM! Front door kicked in! If you are out in the yard? BAM! tripping you with her cane.

Faces will be licked. Lies will be revealed. Questions will be asked.

Nothing was good and everything was Redglare.

She wants answers people, and she is getting them one way or another.

Comments

[eatsyourscience]

Souji's surprisingly calm about someone kicking his door in. Sitting at his table and surrounded by colored origami animals, he looks up and hardly even narrows his eyes as he considers Redglare. This doesn't mean he's not on alert--he's tense now, ready to summon or find a weapon if necessary--but he's waiting before he decides this is a combat situation.

That, and Redglare looks like a grown up Terezi, and that is just very interesting. "Hi."

[sinkships]

She's not expecting calmness from a lot of people, but apparently everyone here is damn near unflappable. Unflappableness was apparently given out like fucking Troll Mardi Gras beads. Lift your shirt and get a stoic fucking mannerism befitting of a highly sophisticated blue-blood.

Redglare lives up to her name and glares at him trough her glasses, sniffing at him with a good deal of interest, tongue flicking out to towards he delicious blur that represents him. Mysterious, hmm?

"Name, occupation, location and role during the event this past week or so," she barks, tapping her cane on the floor. "And I will need a sample of your taste for my records." Technically? Not a lie.

"Chop chop." With trolls, that is occasionally a very literal phrase.

[eatsyourscience]

A sample? "You're going to lick me?"

It's not that he's against giving the information she wants. He just wants to clear this part up first. He might need to find a towel.

[sinkships]

"Ad sniff you as well. It is tantamount that all information regarding a persons scent and taste be recorded for posterity."

Redglare dislikes mysterious people, and is trying to sort out whether or not he smell mysterious or of mysteries. They are, after all, two different things, one which represents hiding something and one which represents looking for something. She prefers the latter, as it is similar to being an investigator; something she can relate to.

"Stand still," she says slowly, reaching for his face in an attempt to pull it close.

[eatsyourscience]

Souji does, keeping his eyes open for the sniffing, but squeezing them closed when he sees her tongue, because he really doesn't want to have his eyes licked.

...

...You know, that really doesn't get more pleasant after the first time.

[sinkships]

Redglare's tongue pries tenderly at his eyelids before meandering off across his nose, hair, ears, mouth and other such distinctive facial features. She keeps at it until she's got a very good idea what he smells like and tastes like.

She is still not satisfied with his mysterious flavor.

"What were you, before you came here?"

[eatsyourscience]

"A student." He fumbles for some kind of...something to wipe some of all that spit off of himself with. Like his sleeve. "That's all that's different. I don't go to school here."

[sinkships]

"A student? Like a disciple? What teachings did you follow? What is a school?"

She sits herself on a small space of his desk, tapping her cane against the side and sniffing the air.

[eatsyourscience]

"No, not a disciple. In my world, a school is a place where people go to learn until they become adults."

[sinkships]

"Keeping so many of a single species in a designated area to learn seems like a rather poor idea," Redglare says with a flat stare.

If trolls went to school as children, they'd all probably kill each other.

[eatsyourscience]

"It's probably the best way to standardize education." He pauses, then adds, "For our species."

He tilts his head in thought. "And it means our parents don't have to watch us all day."

[sinkships]

"Your what?"

Things Redglare didn't familiarize herself with when she read about humans
Sports
Social behavior
Weird animals
Baking
Space
Sub-ocean travel
Dental hygiene

"Parents?"

[eatsyourscience]

Souji makes a note to learn more about Troll society and culture so that he'll know how to explain these things in the future.

He gropes for the best words for a minute. "Our...biological progenitors. And our guardians, when we're young."

[sinkships]

"What you are meaning to say is that larger older versions of yourselves are have the responsibility of raising you?"

The idea is absolutely preposterous to her, seeing as most adult trolls can barely tolerate each other without resorting to murder. Not to mention that adult trolls typically kill the younger members of their species. Even she has culled a few wigglers when she became aware of the atrocities that carried out.

"And they... don't kill you?"

[eatsyourscience]

"No, not usually." Cultural and historical bouts of infanticide notwithstanding. "I guess for trolls that's normal?"

[sinkships]

"Murdering children? Yes, of course. Is there a particular reason that your... parents do not do the same?"

She hasn't equated parents quite with lusii yet. It just strikes her as odd that the older would look after the younger.

[eatsyourscience]

"It seems counter-intuitive to kill off your children." Though he's sure trolls have some way of either avoiding that happening too often, or some biological mechanism to balance it. Not that he knows what that is.

[sinkships]

"Not for a troll. My species lives for centuries. Killing off our young is less detrimental to us as a whole. I imagine that if all trolls lived to adulthood, the Empire would find itself strained due to having to support such a large population for such a long time."

She shrugs. "If they take no precautionary measures to keep themselves from being killed, they would not be of much use to the genetic line."

"You still have not told me your name."

[eatsyourscience]

"Humans don't live that long." But there were still overpopulation problems.

"Sorry. My name's Souji. What's yours?"

[sinkships]

"Neophyte Redglare."

She has a first name, she just finds her rank more important than it.

"And now for the important matter. What were you doing during the event that recently took place."

[eatsyourscience]

"Staying away from people." He'd done his best to stay out of the way so that he wouldn't do anything he couldn't take back, and so no one else could either, if they ran into him.

[sinkships]

She raises an eyebrow slightly, then smiles a little. "Really? No effort to help anyone enact revenge? No attempt to mediate?"

She sighs, tapping her cane against her boot. "Is everyone around here so completely uninterested in each other's affairs?"

[eatsyourscience]

If only Redglare knew how Souji functioned under normal circumstances.

"It's because I'm interested that I stayed out of it this time." He looks at her tapping cane and wonders if she is just bad at being completely still. "It would have gotten worse if I'd tried to do anything."

[sinkships]

"Interested in the situation or in their well-being? My guess is the latter." She shrugs and lifts her head, inhaling to update her "vision" of the room to see if anything has changed.

"So you've figured out the nature already. Smart student."

[eatsyourscience]

"Nature? Of the event?" Souji looks up at her, then takes one of the sheets of paper on the table and starts to fold it carefully.