Well, someone's not happy about that reserve.

[disgracedvoid]

}↠ It would very much please me
}↠ If you would kindly kneel over and die
}↠ Preferably in a painful, violent way

[There's a long, long pause.]

}↠ Of course I'm bloody cross at you, you presumptuous brat
}↠ What the festering, pustulous FUCK do you think you are doing

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[controledfreak]

[For all we know he could have been the one to TEACH her how to do it. 8D]

Uh...

[What were they talking about again?]

[disgracedvoid]

[Oh god, why.]

You recall, before this little interruption.

[He's trying to sound polite.]

You were offering your wisdom?

[He thinks. It's not like he understood it.]

[controledfreak]

You think I have wisdom?

[It's not that she's surprised at that fact, it's the fact that he is acknowledging it.]

[disgracedvoid]

[A little dryly. Darkleer can't stop being a prick for too long.]

Well, one would hope so.

[controledfreak]

You know, you seem awful familiar to me for one reason. Have we acquainted ourselves with each other before?

[disgracedvoid]

I do not thinks so, I am certain I would remember otherwise.

[He arches both eyebrows.]

As it is, I do not even know your name.

[controledfreak]

Oh, that's easy. My name is Gl'bgolyb. What is your name, stranger?

[disgracedvoid]

[Nope, sorry. Staring. He'll just. Keep staring. Nope. Surely he misheard that.]

[controledfreak]

Oops. Did I mixed up the frequency? I said I was Gl'bgolyb.

[disgracedvoid]

Excuse me.

[He's. Just going to sit down for a moment here.]

[controledfreak]

Uh...

[Now she's changing the frequency erratically. Darkleer might hear her name being said from everything to super low-frequency to chipmunk-like squeaky.]

[disgracedvoid]

[And then:]

I heard you the first time.

[This is his life. This are his choices. Why is he even surprised anymore. Next thing he'll know his favorite wrench will develop both a personality and the ability to speak.]

They call me Darkleer.

[controledfreak]

[Oh good, she smiles, but doesn't understand the gloom that seems to be hovering over the older troll.]

Darkleer? That's a goofy name. Hehehe...

[disgracedvoid]

[A tad crankily.]

It's a title, not a name.

[controledfreak]

Oh, is that so? Do you mind explaining?

[disgracedvoid]

Adult trolls are generally known by their titles, rather than their names.

[controledfreak]

I see. That's a good structure of organization. I find myself intrigued. What does your title mean?

[She's pretty much the only horrorterror that is fascinated by order. ;)]

[disgracedvoid]

I believe it is commentary on my, shall we call it, brooding nature.

[Why is he having this conversation. What is happening. Oh god, what.]

[controledfreak]

I see. So people in your culture make titles based on their dispositions. Fascinating.

[disgracedvoid]

Among other things, yes.

[Does he dare ask? Oh, of course he dares. Why the hell not, this conversation isn't stopping any time soon from what he can gather.]

Yours does not?

[controledfreak]

No. Why should we? We're the most powerful beings in existence. There are no titles that are sufficient to describe the extent of what we are.

[It displeases her greatly.]

[disgracedvoid]

Of course.

[Welp.]

My apologies for my insolence.

[WHY IS HE CHATTING WITH A TEENAGE HORRORTERROR AGAIN?!]

[controledfreak]

[Because she is talking to him first?]

That is why I find your societies with their structure and recognition of roles so fascinating.

[disgracedvoid]

[Story of his life, really.]

...the structure of traditionalism and the evolution of social mores is a very complex and interesting subject, I will admit.

[controledfreak]

Have you made a study of it?