pisces, village of x
affiliated with zodiacos.
Aranea grimaced at the sight of yet more ruined things. If Meenah kept this up, she was going to honestly fling her out and never let her back in until she was entirely certain her hive had been fully cleaned and repaired.
She sighed and readjusted her glasses.
“I wouldn’t say I’m being ‘meenah’ about it. You just…’renovated’ my floor and such, after all.” The mood she was getting from Meenah was something she was long used to. That impish, bubbly, destructive personality.
She smiled at her guest anyway, two sharp “spider-fangs” always visible over her lips. “Can I get you some form of refreshment? Perhaps you can tell me what brings you all the way out of the sea to visit me.”
Meenah glowered at the ceiling, snapping her teeth together a few times. She was bein’ meen. Reelly meen. Who didn’t let their friends into their house just ‘cod they were busy cleanin’. Seemed a bit stupid to her. If you’re not gonna lemme in why clean it? You only clean it to shoal it off, amirite?
With a snort, Meenah sat up enough to fix Aranea with a glare. “If I wanned somefin’ to drink I’d get it myself. I came here to see you, clownfish. Cod. I thought that’d be obvious.”
“Broke your floor a little bit” she said. “That’s all” she said. A little 8it. When really it had scratched, punctured, and otherwise made unusable one of her favorite—and only—rugs, and now look at the mess she had only juuuuuuuust tidied up. Not to mention the rather noticeable uprooting of a portion of her floorboards due to the trident tearing into it.
Really that thing was shockingly sharp.
“Well,” she said, at last opening the door for the princess of trolls. “You did ask nicely.”
She waited until the other had stepped inside the boundaries before she shut it again.
“Take care not to trip over the result of your little mishap from earlier…”
Meenah clambered in through the open window, blatantly ignoring the open front door. She let out a loud giggle of delight and flopped onto the couch, snuggling into the cushions. Mmm it was nice to come home to a clean reef. She grinned, revealing a mouth full of teeth and threw her arms in the air. Her bracelets clinked together with the muted sound of gold on gold, the pink sapphires inset in them glittering a sunset pink in the light from Aranea’s fireplace.
“You cod have been a little nicer about fins.” Meenah muttered, pulling her knees up to her chest and smirking. “Yer always so meenah, Nea.”
She ignored the fact that her boots were prolly leaving marks on the upholstery and that the scuff marks she’d left on the windowsill would probably take a fresh coat of paint to cover. She also ignored the fact that she was treading on dangerous sands, because, let’s face it, she was glubbin’ adorable and Aranea would always let her get away with it. Always.
Except when she decided not to, in which case she really was better off hiding under a rock with her starfish friends. Or, whale, just kinda’ findin’ a boat. Becod Aranea liked those.
Right? Or somefin.
Aranea continued to rather casually go about her business in her hive, and she had no such intention of letting in her “Cuddlefish” until the other had decently stewed in the pits of her own doing for such a length of time that was satisfactory to the spider-themed troll.
“I’ll be sure to do so,” she said in response to the other’s first statement. She picked up a book and flipped through it, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she waited for the—
Yes, there it was.
She went to the door and leaned against it, speaking to her associate on the opposite side.
“It still escapes my understanding, how you managed to inflict something like that on the floor of my dwelling.”
“Whale I put my trident down and I just tossed it a little with a flick of the wrist and, well, it was kind of a little reeldiciulous and i know yer always sayin’ that I really shoald just put it down next to the door when I come in ‘cod I’m always pokin’ things and breakin’ things and wreckin’ things but I just you know Cuddlefish it’s my security blanket and I neeeeeed it but then you came over and I didn’t want it on the couch so I threw it and it just broke your floor a little bit that’s all.”
Only a little. Only a few coals scattered on the wood floor and only a little scratch and only a few panels snapped in half and only a few tears in the rug and well seariously c’mon was she reely expected to eel with the aftermath of her actions? Seariously.
“I’ll cuddle you until the contractor comes?” Meenah mumbled, looming in through Aranea’s living room window. “Please, Serket?”
Fuckin’ empress on a fishstick this place was glubbin’ boring. Meenah huffed, blowing her bangs out of the peripheral of her fushcia glasses. An ever-present scowl was etched into her cheeks, becod that’s how she felt all the time these days. Whale, not all the time because she was dolphinetly a little more perchier since her little Cuddlefish was swimmin’ around her home reef. Meenah tucked her combat boots up bereef her, doing her best not to look ofishally hooked, bait line and sinker to Miss Aranea Serket, spidertroll explorer extraordinaire. She was bass ackwards so far that it would take an expert sturgeon to drag her out of the state of turtle affection annihilation she was facin’.
“When yer gonna lemme back in, let minnow.” Meenah growled, still staring through Aranea’s front windows. So Aranea seariously thought it was all her fault that she’d accidentally destroyed the parquet whale messin’ about with her trident. And she felt a little gillty about runin’ such a krilliantly perfect room because eely Aranea was quite the steelar little decorator and it reely wasn’t nice of her to go about wreckin’ everfin but…
But. She liked wreckin’ fings.
“Neaaaa I’ll fix the floor.”
Well this was just CONFUSING as everything wasn’t it? But, the worst thing was that everything made SENSE and that was the most CONFUSING thing. The Signless had been SURE that the visions were OF the future based on a series of events that involved the trolls knowing that a peaceful society could be achieved. But why couldn’t the visions also be of the PAST or more technically, the past of an alternate timeline of Alternia? The idea was SO RIDICULOUS that it made complete sense. The Signless might have had some more trouble believing this had someone told him that when he was no Alternia but obviously other worlds existed and people from the future and the past could MEET because it had happened so why not other TIMELINES?Well there was no reason why not.
And this troll, her name was MEENAH. That was it, she was from another timeline and another version of the SIGNLESS was ALSO from that other time line and -this just got weirder and weirder. But it was SO fascinating. Meenah had a trident, she was a Pisces, she was supposed to be the EMPRESS but aside from kicking the Signless in the shin she wasn’t PARTICULARLY violent, there were no drones following her KILLING people. The Signless did not know what to DO with this information, he really didn’t so when Meenah spoke, the Signless just laughed.
“You know what? FUCK IT, challenge accepted! Hey, are you even OLD enough to drink?”
Did that even matter here? Who knew? But the Signless could not think of anything better to do after a conversation that changed A LOT of things, so sure, drinking. That was a FUCKING GREAT idea.
Fuck confusing. You fishin’ for a fight kid? Try hafin your gillfrond bein’ centuries older than you when you died on the same day. That’s glubbing confusing. Reeldiculous, reely. Being fuckin’ clairvoyant was a shark week.
Whatever that meant.
Meenah shook her head angrily, stamping her trident into the ground so hard that it sank in past the tines. She let out a high-pitched squeak of annoyance and tugged it from the ground, almost crashing over when it came free far easier than expected.
“Are you even tall enough to drink, sharkbait?” Meenah spat, showing a moutful of sharp teeth with her smile. “Becod I don’t fink you can go into a bar if yer under sea level.”
- Who What Where (Prompts)
- Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)
- Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)
- Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)
- Who What Where (Prompts)
- Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)
- Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)
- Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)
NO. Y-ES. MAYB-E. NO. UGH. NONE OF YOUR BU-SEA-NUISS INN’T IT.
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- Who What Where (Prompts)
- Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)
- Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)
- Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)
“I know who you are. Y’see me asking for a formal introduction, kid?” She snorted, staring up at the sky. It was barely dusk, her favorite time of the day. Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, amirite? She wanted to go back to the hive she was occupying with Aranea and curl up on the couch and never think about this ever again. She wanted so many things she could never have, so many things that were gone forever and she only had herself to hold accountable. It was hard and it fucking sucked and there wasn’t a second that passed that didn’t remind her of her own fuckups. At least her Post-Scratch self hadn’t been afraid to do what she needed to in order to preserve her home and make it out of the game alive. Even if she was, y’know. A massive world destroying bitch.
“I thought you reelmembered what’d happened, nubs?” She grumbled, feeling disappointment settle into her chest. Oh, wonderful. “Never have dreams of any of us, huh? Reeldiculous.”The Signless crossed his arms, not useful. Not useful at all. Somehow, he expected such a thing to happen, he expected this fish troll to answer his question in such a manner. But he did not know WHY he knew this, but her personality DID seem FAMILIAR. And that was the thing that was BOTHERING the Signless the MOST. Either way, he wasn’t getting an ANSWER as to who this troll was and for the life of him, the Signless could put no NAME to the FACE.
This just got WORSE when the fish troll spoke again and the Signless reality started crumbling at the edges -just a LITTLE. Well, whatever, not just a little, A LOT actually.
“Remember…”
And then everything just SHATTERED and that was the END of it. The Signless DID dream, he dreamt and he had visions. These visions and these dreams were fuzzy, details were limited but there were some things that the Signless could get from them. The society that these dreams showed was peaceful, it was a society of trolls who all worked together, there was something about helping each other as well but the Signless had just put that down to the being peaceful and working together part. The Signless knew there were specific trolls in these dreams but he didn’t know any of them - at least he didn’t THINK that he did. Sometimes, he imagined that his mother and his friends were there with him but he put this down to his mind, putting people he knew into his dreams. There were highbloods there too but the Signless did not know any highbloods so the other trolls never resembled anyone else that he knew.
But what this troll was basically saying was that the trolls he was dreaming about and the ones in his vision -they were REAL and apparently…what was the timeline here? Was this troll from the past? The Signless remembered the comment about dying twice once where this troll blew them all up, was this like an alternate Alternia? With all this nonsense about timelines, anything was possible.
“I remember…”
The words didn’t make SENSE. The VISIONS were memories? The DREAMS were memories?
“I remember a SOCIETY, where everyone was EQUAL and a group of trolls. They were- WE were-“
He stopped…WE?
“We were all working together, I just thought it was part of a balanced society but it was for something else WASN’T it?”
Something…Kanaya had mentioned a GAME before. It had SOUNDED similar but the Signless hadn’t known why. He looked at the other troll again, so did this troll also exist in HIS time line- but the TRIDENT. THE TRIDENT, that meant she was-
“M-“
The Signless tried to say another way, something that he thought of that was somehow related to this troll, not the version of this troll in HIS Alternia but THIS SPECIFIC TROLL. The Signless’ head hurt, what was going ON?
Meenah shorted, sitting up just enough to make eye contact with her shell shocked companion. She knew the feeling. The moment she’d woken up in the middle of a glubbin’ bubble in fuckin’ nowhere with that blonde beach, it felt like the air had been sucked from both of her aquatically based respiratory systems. Her brain felt like nuffin’ but a lump of coral, and not the brain stuff either. Worse than a dolphin that’d been subjected to hours of fuckin’ Ampora’s lectures on seahorstory.
She’d wanted her matesprit her moirail her kismesis and her governess all in the same second. Well. Out of the four she’d wanted Aranea the most. A pair of arms to swim into and pretend nuffin was happenin’. She’d gotten the pinky pink one instead which, all fins considered, wasn’t a good trade off.
And the grumpy crimsin finned one was getting the short end of the stick too, huh?
“C’mon, think I was jus’ bringin up this shit for the halibut? Naw kid, c’mon. We got some searious finking to do. I’m empressed with your logic, by the way. But I’ll be even more empressed if you can drink me under. Whaddya say?”
Wanna try to drink the water breather underwater?
