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Who: Tavros Nitram and you!
What: Tavros is still confident and shenanigans.
When: Day 72 to Day 75
Where: All around.
Rating: PG

[ The confidence isn't going away any time soon - or at least, that's how Tavros views it. He can't help stomping around with some extra swagger or talking like he's actually got a clue about the subject. He's getting brave, he's exploring the whole place. He's going to the library and being loud.

All sorts of rebellion! ]

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[horsepower]

[Equius can hear Tavros's ruckus in the deeper parts of the library. Every spike of noise earns a glower over his tome at no one in particular. It's the kind of glower that probably could scorch the hair right off of somebody's head if the shades weren't there to protect them from its full force. Probably.

It's a lot more difficult to tolerate in silence with a close peripheral. When Tavros passes by his table, Equius slams the old brick of a book closed.]

Nitram. [Equius's voice is quiet and controlled, but the library is usually quiet when there aren't lowbloods clanking around it at unforgivable volumes. His face is so damp from irritation that his shades are sliding down his nose a bit.] Explain to me why you insist on making a fool yourself. Speak quickly.

[holmes_fanatic]

[Just a tiny child here, carrying his stack of detective novels towards the issuing desk. He's got to use both hands to balance the huge stack and it totters unsteadily as he inches his way towards the desk with careful, careful steps.]

[uncertainty]

[ Normally, Tavros would know well enough to shut up and apologize for causing the disturbance. Normally, he'd look up with big scared eyes and stutter out an apology before feeling the building in shame. Normally, normally, normally, he wouldn't just half-turn to face Equius with what could almost be a sneer. ]

I'm just walking.

[horsepower]

[Oh. Gosh. What.]

Excuse me?

[He's somewhere between angry and shamefully intrigued, and all the way damp.] You are not just walking. You are walking in a highly disruptive manner and I won't stand for it. Do not forget who gave you the privelge to do so.

[uncertainty]

And wherever I walk. Heads turn. I can't help how loud my legs are. Because. They're rather heavy.

[octet]

[ Mindfang had intended to swiftly head back to her room in the Baldr household when she first caught sight of him. Had it been any of the other trolls, she most likely would have continued on her way -- as far as she was concerned, they were children and ultimately irrelevant to her current schemes. It was the shape of his horns that first caught her attention and caused her to pause and examine him more closely.

There were a number of explanations, and the most reasonable of which was that he was just one more of Vriska’s acquaintances, similar to her own, but not quite the same. Yet her vision from her foolish glimpse in the oracle, the only glimpse she truly regretted, haunted her. Overall, she knew little about the man who would cause her demise, but what she had seen had been enough.

He was to be a lowblood, someone she hadn’t expected to be born for quite sometime. Perhaps it was that alone that gave her hesitance. With the unpredictability of Asgard and the whims of the gods, she knew that timelines meant little here. It was possible that she would meet her murderer sooner than she had been led to believe. It wouldn’t be the first time that the orb had negated to tell her valuable details and hidden the twist ending. Fate had always been hers to know, but she’d grown wise in her age and learned that she would never know everything.

Even more importantly, she’d learned that she didn’t want to know everything.

When she approached him, she was none-too-gentle, immediately gripping him by a horn, jerking his head to tilt and face hers. ]

Who are you?

[horsepower]

[Oh no you did not. Cue hackles raising.]

The legs I was shamefully philanthropic enough to give you are crafted of the lightest yet most durable metals I could procure with your meager strength in mind. The soles are padded for quiet and will only make make that stupid racket if you're stomping around like an inebriated hoofbeast. [He huffs.] Which you most certainly are not. [He'd be a lot happier to see you if you were, Tav.]

[uncertainty]

[ TOO COOL TO CARE. ]

They're still heavy. And loud. [ Really this would be the best time to shut up. Right now. ] And they keep breaking down. On me.

[uncertainty]

[ Oh he should go

just go

but look at those books. Look at that obvious set up, what would Vriska do?

He sticks a foot out. ]

[horsepower]

[TOO MAD TO FIND THIS SASS STIMULATING. Ok perhaps a little stimulating, if all the sweat and twitchy fingers are anything to go by.]

So you've allowed yourself to become weaker than usual in our time apart? Udderly disgraceful even for you, lowblood. [and holy fudgesicles he hadn't called Nitram that in awhile; the word almost startles him. At the back of his thinkpan a voice nags him over what Nepeta would think of this, but Nepeta is gone so that doesn't matter, does it?]

[Equius suddenly stands up and rounds the table before crouching down to get a good look at his work. He gets the kind of up close and personal usually reserved for mechanics on cars.]

How do you mean 'breaking down'? Be more specific.

[holmes_fanatic]

[Oh, Tavros.

The foot is unexpected and effective -- books and boy go sprawling. Conan picks himself, rubbing a stinging knee as he looks around for what tripped him -- and sees only Tavros.]

You did that on purpose.

because I need all the Shikki CR

[ledbythewind]

[As it just so happens, Richard is on his way past the library during his jaunt about the city to get himself acquainted with the area. He's just looking around, not really paying too much attention to his surroundings... in other words, the perfect target should someone want to play some sort of a prank on him.]

[uncertainty]

[ Tavros stiffens at the word, fists curling ever so slightly at his sides. He's confident and not entirely stupid because hitting Equius can only end with him splattered across the pavement. ]

The knee is loose. And. The joints don't move nearly as easily. As they should.

[uncertainty]

Did what. On purpose?

[ He rubs a metal foot against the ground, eyebrows raising. ]

[uncertainty]

[ No matter how inflated his ego, no matter how brave he felt, the sudden wrenching of his head is terrifying. Not to mention being faced with an adult, a fucking terrifying adult who looks just like Vriska. The breath catches in his throat and Tavros tries to pull his head out of her grip. ]

Tavros Nitram.

[uncertainty]

[ Tavros really should just go home and stop harassing people before he gets in trouble.

Instead? He's going to be tossing crumpled paper at Richard's head and appearing totally nonchalant afterwards. ]

[holmes_fanatic]

[Seriously? We're really doing this? What is this -- grade school? Rolling his eyes, Conan starts picking up his books.]

What's your name?

[octet]

[ She let go of his horn as abruptly as she'd grabbed it, sizing him up with her one remaining eye. Tavros Nitram. The name was meaningless as far as she was concerned. Children without titles were practically nothing -- they'd yet to amount to anything worthwhile. ]

Are you an acquaintance of the other younger trolls then?

[honky]

[Who's that stormin' his way through Hel District? Why, if Gamzee didn't know any better, he'd almost say that it was his own motherfuckin' Tavbro who all be stridin' past the dark carnival lookin' all sorts of up and motherfucking attractive like that...

[And if it is his Tavbro, man...What kind of motherfucking best bro would he be to just let that motherfucker pass on by without a proper greeting?! Especially the way he's walking...Not at all like that Tavros he knows and wants to suck faces with.

[But there's no mistaking that pretty little head of his. Clearly, greeting honks are in order here.

[So he'll just be sticking his head out from behind one of the carnival booths now, honking, grinning, seductively waggling his eyebrows.]

[uncertainty]

[ While once the honking would have certainly earned a a horrified deer-caught-in-headlights look, Tavros just pauses and turns his head slightly to the house. Back, forth - ah. ]

Hey. Gamzee.

[uncertainty]

Yes.

[ A halfstep back before he remembers himself, holding his ground. ]

[uncertainty]

Tavros Nitram.

[ The unflappable. Or something like that. ]

[honky]

[Well, would you look at that. He didn't even jump or stutter or...anything!

[...Cool.]

Heya, Tavbro.

[Honk honk!]

What the motherfuck is up?

[Honk! :o)]

[holmes_fanatic]

Tavros. [Nakama's friend? Really?]

What was I did that annoyed you?

[ledbythewind]

[One of those paper balls hits Richard square in the back of the head; he blinks, then turns around to look for the culprit and spots... oh. Interesting.]

There are other ways to get someone's attention, you know.