History for Nooksuckers

[Vriska Serket]

Vriska received the paper, and paused for a moment. Should she tell this girl her real name? Of course not. Vriska Serket never told her real name. It was a sekret to everyone else but those who knew her.
On the paper, she wrote Yes. It's Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. Long name, I know, 8ut the 'Marquise' is just a title. I have a question though: How do you talk when your mouth is sown shut? The troll then passed it back to Rebecca.

[Rebecca]

Rebecca read the name over carefully. She imagined she'd be squinting in slight confusion if she could, but alas, her eyes were made of plastic and fixed in a permanently round shape. Strange name. But then again, this "Marquise" seemed pretty strange herself.

Picking up her pencil, she hesitated for a moment, but then at last wrote, My name is Rebecca. And I do not speak. When I do, it comes from inside.♥

[Vriska Serket]

Vriska took the paper, and read over it. Cute. she thought. However, the heart at the end confused her. Damn troll romance and its messed up ways. Surely this..doll didn't want some sort of red trollmance?

Vriska continued to write. Well...can you speak with your mind? she asked. If the doll could, it would be much easier for Vriska to converse with her...and practice her manipul8tion skills at the same time.

[Rebecca]

Strange. Rebecca had thought that the heart at the inside would reveal what she meant. Her words came from her heart...or at least, what was left of it. That was what held her to this pathetic form, her heart and soul. Her mind...well, her head was filled with old, worn cotton, without a trace of whatever brains were made of there. No, Rebecca was certain all her actions and thoughts came from her heart. Shaking her head visibly for the troll to see, she went back over the heart with her pencil, circling it to show what she meant.

My heart, she wrote. Everything comes from the heart. It ties you to things, and ties things to you, unfortunately.

[Vriska Serket]

Vriska nodded slowly as she read what the doll had written. Interesting...she'd never really thought of things like that. But she understood a bit of its meaning. Still, the doll wasn't giving her the answer she wanted.
8e the conversation starter then, Serket.
Vriska focused her mind on a central subject, and sent a message through to Rebecca. This is what I meant. Can you speak like this?

[Rebecca]

Suddenly, Rebecca felt herself looking up quickly due to an outside sound...no, rather an inside sound. Was this girl...speaking to her? Through her "mind", as she called it? Did that mean that she could read her thoughts? Rebecca didn't like that thought. It seemed too invasive, and that reminded Rebecca of other things, things that she didn't want to be reminded of.

.:Yes. Yes, I can:. Rebecca said cautiously. .:But I don't like to:. As if she really expected the other girl to care.

[Vriska Serket]

Vriska could literally care less if the girl did or didn't like to speak this way. She was in charge now, and this was the way she was choosing to speak. Not by some stupid pencil and paper with confusing symbols on it.
Well, that's just the way it's going to 8e, 8ecause this is easier for me. 8een doing it for most of my life, 8esides talking through a computer. Vriska said.

For a second, her attention snapped away from Rebecca, and back to the surrounding classroom. Were there no other students? Not that she particularly cared, but the two of them were here...alone...with the trolls' worst enemy, who hadn't even fucking started the class yet.

[Rebecca]

A brat. That was one character trait that Rebecca could easily recognize about Vriska. She also liked to have her way, and was determined to do things the way she saw fit...and Rebecca could respect that, to an extent. Not that it really mattered, anyway, right?

Just because she could see what Rebecca was thinking didn't mean anything. Besides, if this girl tried anything funny, Rebecca could easily destroy her, just liked she'd destroyed every other person who'd tried to harm her before.

.:Alright. But I'm afraid that I have an advantage that you don't:. Rebecca replied. Before the girl could respond, however, Rebecca had grown completely still, silencing all thoughts from exiting her brain. Being stuck in a doll's body did have its advantages; you could easily go to sleep during any nightmare that happened to occur.

[Vriska Serket]

The edge of Vriska's mouth curved into a slight grin as Rebecca's mind shut her out. Fine, the doll could have it her way. But an advantage? Over herself? Vriska didn't like to think that. In her own mind, it was she herself who had the bigger advantage, not some stupid doll.
8luh.. Vriska thought, as she turned her attention to Spades Slick. "Hey! Are you going to start the class or what?"

[Spades Slick]

Spades dropped his "newspaper" that he had been reading-- a trick he learned from Diamonds Droog-- and looked up to glare at Vriska. "So I'm just babysittin' you two?" he groaned. "Great. Just fuckin' great," this wasn't going to be any fun at. All.

He turned to start writing on the board. History for Brain-dead Nooksuckers. "Today--" he began, but was cut off by the sound of the door opening.

In walked yet another troll.

Surprise after fucking surprise.

Gamzee paused quickly after opening the door. "Oh. Oh MoThErFuCk," was the only thing he could say after noticing the Dersite standing by the desk in the front of the class. He quickly shuffled over to claim the seat behind Vriska, and tried to hide behind her. "VrIsKa SiStEr YoU sEeInG wHaT iM sEeInG rIgHt NoW?" It surprisingly didn't take him that long to notice Rebecca sitting next to his fellow troll. He seemed to forget about his present fear and smiled at her. "oH sHiT hI rEbEcCa! HoW yOu BeEn?"

Before the conversation could be carried on too long, Spades whipped out a knife and stabbed the chalk board with it, silencing the juggatroll for a moment.

"As I was sayin'. All trolls in the classroom have to keep their lips sealed, or else you'll turn out like this here chalkboard. Got it?"

[Vriska Serket]

Vriska was not one to be silenced so easily. But at the same time, she knew that there was time to meddle with Slick later on. She somehow obtained yet another piece of paper, and scribbled in her blue pen So, you noticed Mr. Douche8ag as well? We'll meddle with him l8r. >:
She then underhandedly slipped the paper behind her, so that Gamzee could write his response.

[Rebecca]

Rebecca was snapped out of her doll state by a familiar voice. Turning her head slowly, she was surprised to see that odd creature from before that she'd met....Gamzee. That was his name. Lifting up her little cloth hand she offered him a tiny wave. Though her mouth was stitched up tight, she could have sworn that she felt a slight tremor on her lips when the boy entered the room, a reminder to something she had done before.

She had spoken.

She didn't plan to do it again. Turning her attention back to herself, she relaxed her arms, making herself appear smaller as she did. She didn't want to risk revealing anything about herself through her words.

[Spades Slick]

Gamzee scribbled something in response to Vriska's note. bUt WhAt If hE aLl Up AnD cUlLs Us If We Do? MoThErFuCkEr Is HeLlA sCaRy. )o: He quietly returned it to Vriska.

Spades, on the other hand, was playing with a different knife now. "Today," he began, "I'm going to teach you worthless shitstains all about a planet known as Derse. You two fuckers," he gestured at Vriska and Gamzee. "Don't know shit about it, cause yer from fuckin' Proshit. Anyway. Derse is better. Hear that whats-your-face?" he gestured at Rebecca this time. "You get a choice between Prospit and Derse, you go to Derse."

He drove his knife into a table. That was two knives now sticking out of innocent household objects. But he had to stab SOMETHING.

"So fer pretty much ever, Derse was ruled by the Black King and Queen. Motherfuckers were royal douchebags. Specially the Queen," he paused to stick his tongue out in a disgusted gesture.

"Either way. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I basically single-handedly removed that bitch from power."

[Vriska Serket]

Vriska took the note from Gamzee, and wrote He's only scary if you 8elieve he's scary, Gamzee. He can't do shit to us so long as we're here in this gogdamn school. 8esides, we're going meddle with him after class, remem8er? >::

After passing the note back, Vriska stuck her gray tongue out at Spades in an act of defiance, apparently not caring over whether or not she or Gamzee would be culled by their enemy.

"I 8eg to differ, Mr. Fussypants. Prospit is soooooooo much 8etter than your shitty Derse." Vriska said, with a mocking tone. "And 8y your tone of voice, you are definitely 8ragging. No dou8t a8out it." she said. If Noir honestly thought he could be better than she or Gamzee themselves, he was dead wrong.

[Rebecca]

Rebecca listened to what the teacher had to say with little interest, but she kept her black eyes fixated on him nonetheless. What did all this talk mean, and more importantly, what did it matter to her?

She didn't honestly believe whatever this man was blathering on about; and if it was true, who cared? Different planets, blah blah blah. Falling monarchs, blah blah blah. Who really cared? Even if these things were to be dangers to the world, Rebecca couldn't have cared less. She wanted to let things go, to forget anything and everything about this planet. Why couldn't the rest of the world understand that the end was the only thing to look forward to, as she did?

Rebecca quickly picked up her pencil, hurriedly writing something down for the teacher to read. Holding the paper up(which was quite difficult, considering that it was taller than she was), she exposed the writing for Spades proudly.

What does all this matter for? Unless these monarchs are now dead as well as out of power, I see no reason for pride in yourself.