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Papa? That must be her lusus, even if the naming is wierd. Or something. A jolt of fear goes up his spine. He doesn't know how big her lusus would be, how many teeth it could have. He doesn't want to fight another lusus.

But he is also sure that the girl must be crazy. How could a lusus own anything? Maybe it's just that smart and strong and it thinks what's hers is its own.

"I am a Highblood! I ain't no rust! I ain't no motherfucking lowblood! And what does being a lady have to do with anything? You a princess glub-guts? What will a sister do if I ain't want to bow?" Would he bow if it was to save his life? Well... yes. His fists clench to keep their tremble out. He's treading a fine line. What if she sends her lusus after him? He could die. At very least it will hurt, it always hurts. But he is not no forgotten dirt and he will not let himself been as such. He has worked too hard.

"I will tell my Mama on you and she'll box your ears and then the police will put you in prison."

Eponine's hands are on her hips . "You have to do as I say. And I am NOT your sister."

Mama? Mama and Papa? He doesn't understand. Why two names for a lusus? What does boxing mean?

But even if the word is weird, he understands "prison". The place where they stick you and torture you until they decide to let you die. And he understands that whatever this boxing is, it must hurt. Maybe it's like to tear his ears off.

He takes a step back. The tremble in his fists is a little harder to hide. He squeezes his eyes shut and wills his power to come. Bring the fear, Messiahs help, help. But it doesn't. When he peaks one eye open, then another, she's still standing with her hands on her hips, sternlike.

So he does the second last thing he can think to do. He brings up his hand and bites down hard on the palm. It hurts, it hurts, but he's been made to hurt more and will be again if he can't get of this. And then he shoves his bloodied palm out at her, speaking in ragged tones, "Look! See? Indigo! You can't take me slave, they'd notice, motherfuckers would get notice on! My lusus would search for me and he'd eat yours." Unless she is a fish-princess. He's heard of them. They all go to die when the Empress kills them so they don't thieve throne, but up before then they can control the beast of the deeps too. Not that his Da would find him anyway. No. No, no, he would, he has to believe.

He doesn't want to bow. Bowing means baring his neck, his back. That's how to die. He doesn't want to die. But he must. He steadies his breath enough to breath deep and then, stiffly, he bows a small little bow, eyes watching her the whole way down. His expression twists with fury because it's easier than fear.

Eponine reels back at the sight of the blood.
"You're disgusting." She announces. And then, "how d'you make it like that. Are you diseased?" She giggles again. "You have the plague ! Hahahahaha!"

But the boy's bowing to her and Eponine smirks. "Now fetch my dolly, Monsieur Plague!"

She must be a glub-fish. Even if he can't see fin nor gill. No lowblood would have the nerve to say that unless they were really angry. She's not angry. She's just looking down on him. A higher blood than he. No wonder she doesn't believe him to be a highblood, she's just mocking him because he ain't got no fins or gills like he should.

"Ain't diseased. Ain't knowing as where a stupid doll has got up to be." He's angry. His pride has been put down. But he's alive. She's not listening to him at all, but that ain't new. When has anyone got to listening? They don't. You have to be stronger than them to get them listening. Have to be scarier.

"And a name be motherfucking Kurloz!" Doesn't stop him from trying.

"No. You're just a smelly beggar boy with the plague." Eponine continues triumphantly. "Beggars don't have names. You're not important enough for a name ."

His mouth falls open in a shocked 'O'. He's been called many things. He's had motherfuckers try and rob him of his life. He's lost many things, he's wished for much, for the Messiahs to come and take him.

But every troll got a name and a lusus. And he... even if he weren't important enough for his lusus, he had a name. He had a name what no one could take. He was a person and no matter what anyone said, anyone, no one could take that from him. And no one ever had tried.

Until now.

His voice breaks with a shrill scream, something animal and unpleasant and loud. He leaps forward at her, hands reaching for anything he can grab, body trembling.

"DIE! DIE, YOU WRETCHED MOTHERFUCKING FISH WITCH!" He swings his fist.

She screams, completely unprepared for that happening. She doesn't fight! Its not ladylike! Butshe does scream.

"MAMA ! PAPA!"

And then she tries to slap back

The slap hurts. Stings. And it brings him just enough to reality to know he can't really kill her. Not if she's a princess. But he doesn't care to stop now.

"TAKE IT BACK!" He shrieks. "TAKE IT BACK OR A BROTHER WILL MAKE YOU HURT! HE'LL BOX YOUR MOTHERFUCKING EARS, HE WILL! HE'S STRONGER THAN WHAT YOU THINK!"

"NO! MAMA!PAPA!" Eponine shrieks again, failing to understand why they 're not rushing to her rescue.

"You dirty, common boy! I'll have you arrested!"

She has the bright idea oc head-butting him: with her stiff bonnet on, it mightactually hurt a bit. Eponine's arsenal is made of sly pinches and sharp slaps otherwise. She hopes it's enough to get him off her.

He growls and snarls, trying to dig in claws enough to draw blood.

Until she headbutts him.

His vision blacks but pain paints it bright. He loses his grip and falls back. And maybe there's shock too, that such a gesture done good from his Da, soft headbutts from the great goat muzzle, could be so painful from someone else. It blindsides him.

Eponine scrambles to her feet, clutching her plump cheek, which bleeds slightly from where he had dug his claws in. Even with her bonnet skew-wiff and her ringlets out of order, she looks scornfully down at the boy on the floor.

"See. I told you you weren't worth nothing. A girl beat you in a fight! That means you're a worse fighter than a girl. Haha - you're a weakling, you're a weakling!"

His vision clears. He gets back up, anger guiding him, growls and snarls growing from within his chestcage.

And then he stops, staring at her cheek. Her words don't even mean anything then, just noise over his head. He looks to the color on his claws and back to her again. His jaw is dropped.

"You're a mutant," He breathes. He can't believe it. everything she said... it was a lie. She's not a princess at all, she was just pretending to save herself. Then angrier, "You're no fish bitch you're a mutant! You're lower than the lowest you up and are! He's seen your blood! He's seen it before! What be wrong with you, sister, are you stupid? If anyone catches you you're dead. The culling drones will find you. All the adults will find you and rip you apart. Then they'll feed you to their lusii. You're cullbait, beastfeed!"

He starts to rise again. "I'm supposed to motherfucking cull you, I am." His blessed brother, his best brother, would be so upset with him. Oh if he knew, if he knew, he would be full of sorrow. He would want another of his blood he would want a friend. But she's not like him. She's not kind. She's mean and cruel. She would hurt him probably. She doesn't deserve nothing. "I'm gonna take out your squawk blister, sister. Haha. Honk."

Edited 2014-06-15 01:28 (UTC)

"I'm not a mutant. I'm Eponine Thenardier and my Papa will..."

She trails off, indignation dying on her lips as he continues. She doesn't understand much of what he says, but she knows enough to cover the cut on her face, as if hiding the blood will undo the damage.

She takes a step back, scared. "MAMA!" She screams.

"There's no one come for you, brightblood. My brother, he told me, he did. He only got saved he did. But you's just scared. You got your cruelty on harshlike. You should've been nice to me, like he was."

He takes a sauntering step forward. The boy hardly blinks.

Epnine Thendr, but she says her name weird, with more notes than what makes sense of six and six. Probably a quirk.

"Take it back." He says low. "What you got your verbiage spun up on. Take it back, sunbleeder."

His brother would be so sad, so hurt. But his brother ain't here. His brother don't understand. He never got to knowing how other trolls worked, how things had to be. He never had to fight for himself like Kurloz did.

Eponine steps back even as Kurloz steps forward. He's right. She's scared, no - terrified! Who is this boy? Is he really going to kill her? What's he talking about.

"If - if you kill me - if you do, then they'll chop off your head. They'll hang you. You'll be thrown in jail and your body will feed the prisoners. MAMA! PAPA!" She screams again. "MAMA, HELP ME!"

He laughs and it's a little bitter. A little angry and sad. His fists clench tight.

"No they won't," He says through gritted teeth. It keeps the shake out of his voice. "They'll tell me I did what was being right. They'll tell me I did good on the Empire, our species, on the motherfucking churches. They'll say I did good and they'll say all good riddance on your ass. Only reason why they'd cull me was if it was being funny... or if I got on helping you. Empire don't like mutants, sister. Empire don't like them none at all." It ain't fair. It ain't fair on his friend, his brother, who ain't never done nothing wrong, just got born wrong, got born too nice, too clean, too bright for all them darkbloods like him. How many nights did he pray for his safety? How many nights was it all up and denied?

"YOUR MAMA'S NOT COMING!" He roars. "Empire'll kill them too, because they helped you, stupid." Same as why his brother's weird troll guardian got on running too.

"So you do as I motherfucking say If you's wanting to be living still..."

Eponine doesn't really understand what Kurloz is talking about. Not all this talk of empires and mutants and blood. But she does realise that he's quite intent on murdering her and she cries frightened, angry tears.

"What do you want me to do?" She sobs

"Get your sorry on. Take what all you said back. Say you was wrong. And say my motherfucking name up ins your repenting," He hisses. His eyes dart quick to the blood on her cheek. "You help me find something good and sticky. Something what can get use on covering that up on your face, sister. Anyone sees that you're done and it won't be cause of me." He's not sure what they can use. Bandage her whole face? How would that even up and work? They need a hood, like Kankri's got.

"I find you a place to hide. And up in return, you start getting your nicities at me. You're lucky I got friend what I know and it was me you got meeting, not no one else. Elsewise you'd be dead already. Dumb enough to go pretending you got gills if you's only being indigo." He knew that. He had the scars all on his side still from when he got taught that. "Doing it up as mutant's some heresy what ain't even speakable."

And then he waits for apology.

"I don't know what you're saying, you stupid boy! You 're mad! I 'm not putting dirt on my face. I had a bath last night and I'm staying clean. You're mad! I want my mama!"

Eponine's on the brink of howling. She is getting more and more scared of the boy . Perhaps he 's broken out of a mental place?

"I 'm sorry," she wails, trying to appease him.

"Yeah I's being mad! Got my angry on harsh at you!" He snaps, misinterpreting her. It's not a very good apology what she offers and good part of him gets even angrier up for it. "I ain't said nothing about dirt, stupid, dirt don't stick 'less it's wet! Mutants have to cover blood or someone's gonna cull 'em for it! You ain't having no choice!" She ain't offering no respect. He ain't even want to bother. But Kankri...

"Say his name. Say it!" Prove he has one. He needs just this much back before he can even think on helping.

Edited 2014-06-19 22:12 (UTC)

" I don 't KNOW your name, you stupid boy. Go away! I don't want to play this game any more." Despite the tears, she manages to squeeze in quite a lot if contempt.

"This isn't a game! And he said his name was Kurloz!" He shouts. His expression twists. He could tear out her throat, he knows he could. He's had to do it before, to save himself, he can do it just to... just to get rid of her.

"Fine!" He turns his back, though he watches her careful still, half to cover his ownself, half to make it clear of the threat. "But she'll be all on her own when they come to cull a sister! Ain't no one gonna help you then." It's not really a bluff. Not from his end. If he leaves now, he's certain someone else will just do the job for him.

Edited 2014-06-19 22:21 (UTC)

"KURLOZ. Kurloz then!" Eponine shouts at his retreating back, "Now get out of here, boy! I have had enough! I shan't speak to you again."

She said his name. Someone said his name. Proof of worth and existence. It's enough. He'll take it.

He gives one last snarl-- a jerk toward her just to see if she'll jump, or scream. Then he's leaving at last, knowing if he goes, if she doesn't stop him, she's dead. He's moving toward the first door he sees to pull it open and slam it behind him.

And then, suddenly, he's choking on his own breath as he sinks down to the ground. His eyes prick but he forces that down hard. His hands rise up shaking to cover his ears and he holds his breath and waits, hoping that maybe, they'll take her elsewhere.

Or at very motherfucking least, the screams won't last long when she's culled. And then maybe, he won't have to hear his friend in them. She can't outrun her fates. Not no more than any of them can.

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