sirenspull | 002. ♐ Video.

[Salutations, Siren's Port. You've just been greeted by a slate grey boy with shattered candy corn horns jutting out of his head. His prim dialect might sound out of place with his mouth full of broken teeth and the long, greasy hair framing his face. The video cuts in and out on many NVs, or flickers black around the edges with interference depending on the viewer's distance from him.]

After much hullabaloo, it has come to my attention that not one of my people has attempted any intergalactic diplomacy beyond...oh, I do not know precisely. Inane chittering about the weather or human bodily functions or something. I was never privy to most of the conversations between my kind and the various aliens cohabiting this space, but my generalized assessments seem reasonable.

For that reason, I have shouldered the burden of introducing you all to Alternian society proper. I formally challenge the pandimensional citizenry of Sirens Port to a battle royale.

[He just looks SO EXCITED about this. Well, as much as Equius can look excited about anything. He's smiling just a bit, showing off those gnarly teeth, and twirling a lock of hair around his finger like a preteen schoolgirl. His heavy brows furrow and his smile drops to a deadpan flatline.]

Not ... to the death, I suppose. The authoritarian powers here seem to frown upon murder. [Which he finds very, very silly. But...Equius is always reluctant to question authority. Even if it's human authority. Seriously, he's been desperate for a set of iron statutes to follow. He's not going to start complaining now.] But a test of strengths. The Fight Club appears to be a flawless location for such destructive proceedings. Oh, I dearly hope they are destructive. [Annnd there's that orthodontist's wet dream half-smile again.] I shall look into it further.

Ah, if...there are enough willing bodies, of course.

[OOC: Translation being - Equius wants to fight all of you! Because that's what an Alternian gentleman does. I've got nothing concrete planned yet, really. This is just a network post to gauge the port's interest in punching his face...or discouraging him from getting his face punched I guess. Oh, and while we're here: text quirk opt-out post!]

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a brother looks like
HE'S GOT HIMSELF ALL OPEN
to all sorts of mischief
BEEN ALL SORTS OF WANTING
to get to see the look
ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FACE AGAIN
when you realize that you aint all breathing
AND I WONT LET THE FUCK GO

[Oh, dear. Gamzee this is not the time. Sweat beads on the nape of Equius's neck, his hands quiver above the keys. Keep this distant. Do not engage.]

D --> It is not mischievous
D --> My behoovier is entirely proper

[Just. Not going to touch on the strangulation.]

sounds to me
LIKE A BROTHER DOESN'T UP AND REMEMBER
what it means to behave
MOTHERFUCKING PROPERLY
didnt motherfuckin know then
DOESNT MOTHERFUCKIN KNOW NOW
seems to me that someone
NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT
a motherfuckin lesson.

Strength, huh? Well, I'm pretty strong!

[A real life skyhoofbeast oh gosh oh man oh gosh. It (she?) is a lot smaller than the ones Equius knew of back home, but he still spends a lot more time than necessary staring at his NV screen, eyes wide. And it spoke! And it wished to duel! This was, he could say with a conservative estimate, possibly the best thing ever. He lifts a hand to hide his gawkish half-smile.]

Oh my. I certainly appears that way. How many slain foes did it take to color that excellent mane?

None! I was born looking this awesome.

Are you sure this is the tradition you would wish to introduce an alien culture to first?

[He cocks his head, narrowing his eyes behind his shades. That smile is quickly exchanged for a scowl. Honestly Kanaya you can be a bit thick sometimes.]

Yes. Obviously. Are you questioning my judgement?

[No Equius you're the thick one here.]

Yes respectfully obviously but I still feel this is a less than ideal move on your part.

Fighting is not how we do things here, when it comes to diplomacy.

[Equius glowers, lips curling and showing his teeth. It probably would have been terribly intimidating too, if there wasn't such a 'huffy scorned child' look about it.]

I am not concerned with how you do things here, as how we did things on my planet are intrinsically superior in every way. There is no use in attempting to contradict me.

And yet we are not on your planet, are we? So your point is invalid.

Are you asking for a fight, amigo?! A destructive fight? 'Cause if you are, you got a volunteer!!

[ despite her pretty and cheerful appearance, there's a certain genuine bloodlust in her eyes that complements her words. ]

[He knew not all of them could be pacifistic wriggly grub-belly cowards! Equius's awkward sort-of-smile splits into a full on grin, at least for a moment. If he wasn't such a refined gentletroll there's a high chance he'd be bouncing in his seat, too.]

I am absolutely asking for a fight. Oh goodness, what is your strife specibus allocation? What caste do you hail from? What branch of the imperial forces were you trained under -- oh, fudgesicles, do your kind have imperial forces? [Don't mind him he's just excited down to the tips of his steel-plated boots.]

[ oh no. His excitement only serves to boost her own, even if she has no idea what he just said, exactly. The important thing was that someone was eager to fight!! Even if it was a weird-looking monster kid. ]

I don't know what any of that means, amigo! My name's Maria, and the only person who trained me was my grandpapa and my two swords!

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