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what the shitfisting FUCK is going on here
i mean thanks for the loVely informatiVe tourist orientation pink alien hologram or whateVer sure
and thanks for the alien cash and phone deVice mysterious kidnappers
i am tremendously goddamn reassured by your generosity and leVelheadedness in the face of my current crisis
it almost makes up for me being MAGICALLY SPIRITED AWAY TO ANOTHER PLANET
are there actually a lot of other people here
is this actually fucking standard enough that the form greeting back there is required
do people actually STAY CALM
like condesces rumble spheres
does anyone actually hear 'youVe been transported to a strange planet full of aliens
we dont know how or why and you may not eVer be able to go back
but dont panic this place isnt THAT bad beyond the whole kidnapping you and not letting you leaVe thing'
and NOT FUCKING PANIC
i haVe so many fucking things to panic about i dont eVen know where to START

what the shitfisting FUCK is going on here
i mean thanks for the loVely informatiVe tourist orientation pink alien hologram or whateVer sure
and thanks for the alien cash and phone deVice mysterious kidnappers
i am tremendously goddamn reassured by your generosity and leVelheadedness in the face of my current crisis
it almost makes up for me being MAGICALLY SPIRITED AWAY TO ANOTHER PLANET
are there actually a lot of other people here
is this actually fucking standard enough that the form greeting back there is required
do people actually STAY CALM
like condesces rumble spheres
does anyone actually hear 'youVe been transported to a strange planet full of aliens
we dont know how or why and you may not eVer be able to go back
but dont panic this place isnt THAT bad beyond the whole kidnapping you and not letting you leaVe thing'
and NOT FUCKING PANIC
i haVe so many fucking things to panic about i dont eVen know where to START

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[As one might gather from Lyn's violent reaction rant over the network, he's not in a good mood. However, while this expresses itself in rage in text, in person...well, he's reacting with something a lot closer to terror. He's skulking around Genessia City, not far from where he first left the Bay, and trying not to be seen by anyone. Or be out in the sunlight much. (Hesitant initial tests let him know that the sunlight of this world would not in fact fry him, but lifelong instincts are fighting him here.) Neither of which is easy; there's just too much light and too many people. Even his psionics aren't much help; he can go invisible briefly, but ten minutes or so and he's still stuck in the same situation, only this time with a headache.

Anyone who notes the incredibly skittish new arrival and his futile efforts to avoid literally everything is free to approach him, though they may wish to do so slowly and carefully. Lyn looks as ready to bolt at the slightest provocation as a feral cat.]

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[There's a few words that pinged Signless while he glanced over the post, simple key hints that this may in fact be a new troll. As if the color and the subtle quirk weren't telling enough. But what he sees isn't just rage, because there's always something behind that. Especially from a lowblood of all trolls.

So he's more careful when he's flitting about the area around the bay today, keeping a sharp eye out for telling horns anywhere in the crowd. And for the first time today, he's actually grateful for his changed appearance and size. Not only is it easier to maneuver around others, ducking in and out of small crowds virtually unnoticed, but when he finally spots the one who was freaking out, it's clearly no more than a child. A paranoid, frightened child that would likely turn tail at the mere sight of an adult.

So, perhaps being six again wasn't so bad after all.

Even still, Signless is careful with his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets and a smile as he speaks up. Maybe he shouldn't have snuck up behind the boy, but he kept a few feet distance at the very least to show he means no harm.]

As shocking as it may be, this place isn't as bad as one would think. I could certainly imagine worse places to be kidnapped to, can't you?

[Even as nonthreatening as Signless is trying to be in words and manner, Lyn still vanishes as soon as he hears the voice behind him. Not running or hiding; he literally winks out of sight in a single beat of a pump biscuit.

However, out of sight as he is, he doesn't bolt. Rather, he uses the reprieve of invisibility to spin around and survey this new person. Threat. Since it turns out to be a troll, probably both.

The troll is...young. Definitely younger than him by at least a sweep or two. Lyn has to judge by the horns more than by size; even this younger troll is larger than he is, after all.

That, and he's never actually seen another troll in person before. He's got no point of reference for what their comparative sizes really mean. He's seen plenty of pictures of trolls he can judge by the horns, though.

Despite the troll's nonthreatening stance, he retreats a good yard and a half from him before he risks speaking. And doesn't return to visibility yet, either.] Don't think being kidnapped ever turns out well, no matter what kind of cage they keep you in until they decide what to do with you. [The wariness in his voice is palpable.]

[He's seen many types of psionics through his travels, so the other troll disappearing so quickly comes as no surprise. Concern, and a little disappointment, yes, and his hand is already fiddling with the device in his pocket before he hears the other speak up.

He hasn't ran away yet, that's good. Taken some distance from the sounds of it, but that's fine. As another measure, Signless removes his hands from his pockets, keeping them visible even if it's a little colder than he'd like.]

Before I came here, I was sure I was good as dead, so I suppose I have a lighter outlook on our situation. But there's always a bright side, you only have to look for it. At least we're not hunted for sport here as we would be on Alternia.

[A hand taps on his thigh, on the bright red strip of his leggings that aren't covered by his hoodie. A sign in itself that he, of all people, has no right to be a threat to other trolls. A mutant is the last one lowbloods should fear.]

[Lyn follows the movement of Signless' hand with his eyes, down to the stripe on his leggings - and that's perhaps the one thing that could have induced him to move closer, just to get a better look. His eyes have widened slightly, though of course Signless can't see that right now.]

...you're a mutant? [That realization actually does relax him. A mutantblood is no stranger to him than any other troll, given his complete lack of experience with any sort. And a mutantblood falls into the same class of troll as himself - likely to be culled on sight by other trolls of better standing. If they were back on Alternia, even that wouldn't completely reassure Lyn - the mutant might throw him under the bus if drones or other trolls came calling, just to save his own skin - but so far, this is the only other troll he's seen here. This...might be as safe with another troll as it's possible to get.

So, rather than give himself another headache pushing his psionics to their limits, he lets himself slip back into visibility as he scrutinizes Signless.] ...I guess. But at least on Alternia I know what to expect.

There are wor2e thiing2 than beiing grubnapped and giiven a warm hiive.

[Perfect. He's glad it has the desired effect on the kid, and seems more than pleased when he reveals himself again. It's a step in the right direction, in luring him into a bit more of a comfort zone.]

That's right. Though, amusingly enough, it seems my blood is normal here. These aliens all have this blood color, all the same color, and it's all rather intriguing. As is this place, from what I've seen. I'm rather new here myself, my yellow blood friend and I arrived only a few days ago and I've been exploring this city and the surrounding ones since.

[As he talks, he slowly makes his way closer to the other. Not for any real reason other than to lower his voice so he doesn't have to talk loud enough for everyone around them to hear, not like that's ever been an issue for him, but he doesn't think one so skittish would appreciate others listening in on their conversation very much.

As he gets within range, he holds out a hand in greeting.]

This place isn't so bad, for a prison. I'm...

[He falters for a moment, tripping over his natural greeting. Children don't use titles, and it would seem suspicious for him to while looking so young, wouldn't it?]

Kankri.

theres a lot of better things too
besides no one fucking kidnaps you just to improVe your quality of life
if this place is as nice as they say
its just cause someone high on the food chain got smart
and was like 'hey
instead of us caging the hoofbeasts and haVing to chase them down eVery time they run off
why not just make it so they dont want to leaVe'
sure is conVenient when your food just hangs around peacefully until youre ready to slaughter it

[Lyn warily regards that hand for a moment. He's never met another troll in person, so he's certainly never touched one, either. The idea instinctively seems dangerous, even though he knows this is just a greeting. Even trolls greet each other peacefully. He's seen this in movies and games; social recluse or not, he has some context.

Still, he doesn't want to seem any more obviously weak or fearful than he already is. Bravado, he knows, is everything. Put up a convincing, fierce front, and people may not detect what's behind it. It's...a lot easier to do online, where they can't see him. Where they can't see he's a runt, where they don't know his psionics aren't remotely offensive in nature. But even in person, bluffing has to have some value.

And he might as well face it - he doesn't know any other tactics anyway.

So he reaches out his hand and grips Kankri's, almost too firmly, and shakes a little too hard. He doesn't know what's appropriate, but he figures stronger is better for the bluff and so he's guessing high.] Lyn.

Even if he wanted to go by his full name, he's not sure it'd be wise to give it.]

You're pretty young, aren't you? [It may be hard for you to tell, Signless, but this tiny thing is actually older than you are right now. By a decent margin.]

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[Perhaps this is the silver lining he'd been looking for regarding the whole age change ordeal. If he were himself, he's certain now it would likely take days, if not weeks to get this child to trust him enough to be so close. The handshake certainly is telling enough. He's inexperienced, trying to act tougher than he looks to make up for his size. Admirable, but out of practice. He isn't used to being around others. For his end, Signless keeps his grip a light, barely their touch even as he returns a squeeze before letting go.]

Pleasure to meet you, Lyn. I'm six.

[As far as he can assume, at least. Give or take a sweep, maybe, likely take, but whatever. Close enough, and certainly believable.]

What about you? You don't seem all that older than I am.

[That earns Signless a slight quirk of Lyn's lips. He'd feel a bit more smug if the fact that he doesn't seem his age wasn't due to the fact that...he's a runt. So his age isn't technically something to be proud of, considering his size. But still, at least there's one thing he has that he can feel superior about right now, however small.]

I'm almost nine. [Actually almost nine, too, and not just rounding up most of the sweep for effect.]

Better thiing2? Ye2. Thiing2 you can control? No. Make the be2t of iit, iit'2 what you have riight now. ♊'ve 2een no iindiicatiion that we're under any 2ort of attack, though cautiion ii2n't two be thrown two the wiind, iif we were two be u2ed a2 cattle ♊'m 2ure the decliine of the ciity would cau2e revolt enough iif there were a 2trong 2iingle 2oul among them and ♊ can a22ure you, there ii2.

[For his part, Signless is rather surprised by that information and it shows on his face. No wonder this child was so afraid. Just a few sweeps till adulthood, and he could be mistake for five or six at best... The more he learns, the more he's glad for this chance to approach him in the most cautious way possible.]

I wouldn't have guessed. No offense, of course.

[He makes a slight gesture back to the bay, changing the subject.]

Did you grab the maps from the magazine rack after watching the message? I've found them quite helpful in navigating, some of these other cities are larger than you'd think. Though, personally, I prefer the one we're currently in. Each has it's own unique atmosphere, almost entirely different worlds really, but this one feels... more like home.

[Not in the sense that he's ever had one, but that there's simply something about it that comforts him. He hasn't discovered exactly what that something is yet, but he figures there's time for that.]

unless eVeryone gets all complacent about how this place is nice
and theres no obVious threats
then so long as theyre not murdering eVeryone en masse
whod eVen know until it was too late

[The paranoia is strong with this one.]

[[Speaking paranoia, he's not saying these things for this other Troll's benefit. It's his own.]]

The threat2 we can deal wiith a2 they come. ♊n2tead of fiilliing your head wiith iimagiinary mon2ter2, try focu2iing on 2omethiing el2e before your ii22ue2 2pread and cau2e any unwarranted paniic among the populatiion. Paniic ii2 much, much wor2e than the iimagiinary.

There's a map function on this thing, so I didn't bother. [Lyn holds up his communicator. Despite his fear, he'd fully explored the little device before he'd even left his cocoon.]

...and yeah, I know you wouldn't've guessed. [Lyn's voice has taken on a somewhat sour note. He's well aware he's only a sweep and some change from his adult pupation and doesn't remotely look it.] Just another loser of the genetic lottery, right?

[Lyn looks around the city they're in, and some of that restless, nervous energy returns to his limbs as if by magic. The tension in him is actually wound tight enough to be visible in every line of him when it's there; it's remarkable Signless was able to make it go away even for a few moments.] ...I don't think so. It's too open. The city I know's a lot more crowded. Buildings closer together. [It's actually easier for Lyn to hide and stealthily traverse a more densely packed urban area than this one.]

[His head tilts at a few of those words, but the smile doesn't falter a single bit. Again, his hand idly fiddles with the new device in his pocket, making a note to himself he should probably check it out in more detail later.]

I suppose we're used to different things. Paper is always more reliable than a device that could potentially be tracked, and tightly packed cities are something I've avoided for my whole life. For understandable reasons, of course. Even still... I don't necessarily mean it's what I remember from Alternia. Not at all, in fact. For instance, there's the food here is amazing and unique, something I've never had before, you should really try it-But, I'm getting off topic.

[Even in a few days, the amount of Chinese take out in their trash is ridiculous. He can't help it if he wanted to try everything they had to offer. He really should be getting a job soon.]

I've never really had any place to call home, so I don't mean it so much in the literal sense as I do in the general feel. There's danger, yes, but not nearly so much as back on Alternia. In fact, I'd go as far to say I'm almost bored of this place already.

[He was bored of it within the first twelve hours.]

and being caught off guard is much much worse than being oVerprepared for threats that arent there
and what do you mean unwarranted
if people knew it was unwarranted they wouldnt panic
if they dont know then they damn well oughta be at least considering the possibility
especially if my theory makes way more sense than the 'we were just kidnapped cause were so damn special that the uniVerse decided to pluck us off our home planets and put us in this pleasant not sinister at all terrarium where eVeryone only wants whats best for us' theory that people seem to be rolling with right now
like
just saying
maybe theres a reason my theorys slightly more compelling than that

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Your thiinly veiiled a22umptiion2 of what ii2 or ii2n't iin preparatiion after a tiiny moment iin tiime for beiing here are begiinniing two grate on my la2t nerve. You know exactly what ♊ mean by unwarranted paniic, but you're dii2tiinctly iignoriing the obviiou2 two further relii2h iin your deliiriium. Your iidea2? Your concept2? They're nothiing new two each and every creature here, nothiing that clo2e two every 2iingle creature here mu2t have felt. ♊ wa2n't plucked off any partiicular planet, any flat landma22 or any a22ociiated iimage of 2uch, agaiin, iif you're goiing two flatter your2elf wiith your theoriie2 two whiich neiither of u2 but you have 2aiid are compelliing, at lea2t have all of your fact2.

im saying its only unwarranted if what im saying is actually wrong
and apparently you dont haVe any eVidence it is
and neither does anyone else
otherwise thered be no possibility of panic cause eVeryone would know it was hoofbeastshit right
but they dont know
and neither do you
so get off your high hoofbeast and admit you just dont want it to be true bad enough that youre ready to shoot the messenger
eVen though hes saying shit youVe apparently already thought of yourself

i haVent been here two hours and already iVe had two people telling me not to fucking panic
eVen though theyVe presented absolutely zero eVidence i shouldnt be
so unless youVe got something more compelling than 'theyVe kidnapped us against our will but thats the worst theyVe done so FAR trust me on this'
which is not nearly as reassuring as people seem to think it is somehow
how about you step off my bulge and let me deal with my fucking kidnapping howeVer the fuck i feel like

Your thinkpan's more reliable than either one. Devices can break or run outta power, but paper can tear or get wet or fall apart or plenty of other shit. [Lyn shrugs.] I'll learn my way around soon enough. [He's got a very good inner sense of direction. He no longer remembers if he always had one, or if necessity demanded he develop one.

He glances around at the buildings again, speculatively.] Well, I didn't live in a city at all...I just prowled around the one I was nearest a lot. I lived way out in the wilds. So this place doesn't feel like anything I knew, and definitely not like home.

[He glances back at Kankri, cocking a bemused eyebrow.] You've been kidnapped off Alternia to a whole new planet where the sun doesn't even burn, and you're bored? Jeez, how long've you been here?

A2kiing me two beliieve you and at the 2ame tiime two not a22ume what ♊ do or don't a22ume. 2ound2 good. Another 2oliid attiitude adju2tment two add two that lii2t you've got goiing.

♊ wii2h you could 2ee me riight now 2o you could 2ee ju2t how much of a workout my think pan ii2 gettiing from your riidiiculou2 iignorance tunnel, iit'2 2o overwhelmiing that ♊'m certaiin ♊'m never goiing two recover. ♊'m goiing two giive my2elf an actual fuckiing swiivvel stem iinjury 2hakiing my think pan two try two convey iit two my2elf and thii2 room the amount of what the fuck that whole 2pew from your talk bla2ter actually relayed two my equally affronted eye2. ♊ don't know what two told you not two paniic, but what they need two be 2ayiing ii2 for you two not iinciite paniic where there'2 no fuckiing paniic due. A2 for your proof? You're actiing liike ♊, or anyone, owe you 2omethiing. Tiime of day, all the an2wer2 two the fuckiing uniiver2e, proof that wiill liikely 2tem more of your thiink pan rot through your 2hout box.

How'2 thii2, ♊'m antiiciipatiing the hiilariity of what you turn thii2 in two. They've 2AVED liive2. 2aved the liive2 of creature2 that could ea2iily fiight back agaiin2t them or theiir regiime. Why do that? ♊ can guarantee, ye2, wiith no doubt, there ii2 no loyalty two thii2 place even after beiing 2aved. 2o don't go 2poutiing off iit'2 two gaiin loyalty. The loyalty liie2 far from the "grubnapper2". That 2ound2 liike the oppo2iite of iintelliigent. Creature2 who would be otherwii2e dead aren't any longer and have been giiven a 2econd chance thank2 two the2e "malevolent" overlord2 whom have come two make 2ure that you wiill be theiir prey. You and you alone of cour2e, becau2e that'2 what thii2 ii2 about ii2n't iit? Handle iit however iirratiionally and wiildly you want, ♊ kiind of don't giive a shiit about that part of iit.

You can't 2ee pa2t beiing 2elfii2h iin the 2iituatiion long enough two 2ee that thii2 2ort of behaviiour 2tem2 more of iit2 own. What are you liike a 2weep old? Get your porous cranial plates out of your chute.

By the by, iif you earlier MEANT me, when ♊ was fooliish enough two have actual concern, ♊ diidn't 2ay once you 2houldn't be on your guard. ♊ said don't start an unwarranted paniic untiil all the play squares are iin the open. There ARE opportuniitiies here, but you won't fiind them beiing that skeptiical.

[[Ask him, he's as skeptical as he is flagrantly using a bunch of i's.]]

HMM. Yo+u distinctly remind me o+f ano+ther tro+ll named Karkat, altho+ugh yo+ur quirk and co+lo+r is wro+ng.

[ The trolls were just coming out of the woodwork all of a sudden, weren't they!! ]

Are yo+u fro+m Alternia? O+r Bef+orus? O+r s+ome as yet undisco+vered tro+ll civilizatio+n? My name is Po+rrim.

tld fucking r
holy shit
that is a fucking accomplishment coming from me
cause i tend to go on
but damn

lemme see if i can skim the gist of your argument from that regurgitation
haVing been grubnapped
my first order of business should not actually be perfectly logical panic
in the face of being dropped onto a strange alien world when trolls are not historically popular with literally any aliens weVe eVer encountered
nor should i assume the worst
eVen though
also historically
no one eVer grubnaps you for your fucking health
nope
those kinds of surViVal instincts are for suckers
my primary concern should be 'well i wouldnt want my freaking out to ALARM anybody
that would be so terribly uncouth'

shockingly
the sensibilities of the complete strangers i haVent met here arent my top fucking priority right now
iVe got enough problems of my own here thanks
and eVen if i cared for some reason
id kind of assume eVeryone who wound up kidnapped like me would react the same way
at least if they haVe any sense

so leVel with me here man
do they pay well
they mustVe hooked you up pretty sweet
so how much did it take to buy you off

also spoiler alert
saying 'it could be worse no need to freak out' is in fact just a reworded 'dont panic'
you can eVen interpret it as a Vague threat depending on how you look at it

clearly this karkat is an indiVidual of class and taste
by which i mean who the fuck is that

neVer heard of beforus
if thats some offworld colony its not one i know
and i haVent left alternia yet
so im just the straight up homegrown article

[Nor will he ever, as far as he knows. There's no way a runt like him would be accepted into the fleet, no way the drones would even permit him to live long enough to potentially add his pitiful genes to the mother grub's slurry. But that's a fact he doesn't exactly advertise to other trolls.]

names lyn

[No one ever gets more than his nickname. He doesn't even usually give that out online, but there's no trollhandles here - and he did give his nickname out to the guy who'd introduced himself as Kankri. Not much point in being secretive still after that.]

Well yo+u've left Alternia no+w. Genessia is n+ot o+n the planet it's so+mewhere... else.

[ SHRUG. ]

Ho+nestly yo+u are pro+bably lucky since Alternia is go+ing to+ be destro+yed. Has been destro+yed?

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