1) The Lake What, Terezi skip out on visiting strange lakes after strange magical rainfalls? Perish the thought. She could be seen, wandering her way over, though she hadn't quite reached the edge of the lake yet, so if you wanted to catch her, it wasn't going to be that hard.
At the very least she was being careful of any shards of glass running around.
2) The Festivities & Farewells The Troll had spoken with Heimdall, the moment that there had been an announcement that people would be going home. She wasn't judging over the choice. Fuck, man, she'd been here a whole year, a third of a sweep. She'd known that this couldn't last forever and she was buying time for the inevitable, but she'd had to ask.
'Maybe,' he'd said. 'We can try, but I won't make promises.' Maybe they could send her somewhere else. She ... didn't have to stop existing. She didn't have to go back to being a dead troll in a doomed timeline, but the only part of this that sucked a bunch of hee haw beast orbs was that it meant finally, once and for all letting Vriska go. If she left, it was admitting that she knew her friend wasn't ever going to catch up to her, and she was just... gone. And that... that was a sadness that made her almost want to go back and accept fate. Vriska'd been a horrible bitch and a half, but she didn't deserve to die alone.
But... she made a decision. 'Give it a try. If it doesn't work, it was a good run.' A few people had reminded her that there were reasons to go on living, to try again. Maybe she could find them again, in some other fanciful world. She didn't have to give up, and so... she wouldn't.
She was sitting there, looking up at the fireworks when she saw someone she recognized and beckoned them over with a grin and something fruity in her hand. "So... tomorrow's the big day. Eh? You gonna miss me?"
Terezi Pyrope | OTA
What, Terezi skip out on visiting strange lakes after strange magical rainfalls? Perish the thought. She could be seen, wandering her way over, though she hadn't quite reached the edge of the lake yet, so if you wanted to catch her, it wasn't going to be that hard.
At the very least she was being careful of any shards of glass running around.
2) The Festivities & Farewells
The Troll had spoken with Heimdall, the moment that there had been an announcement that people would be going home. She wasn't judging over the choice. Fuck, man, she'd been here a whole year, a third of a sweep. She'd known that this couldn't last forever and she was buying time for the inevitable, but she'd had to ask.
'Maybe,' he'd said. 'We can try, but I won't make promises.' Maybe they could send her somewhere else. She ... didn't have to stop existing. She didn't have to go back to being a dead troll in a doomed timeline, but the only part of this that sucked a bunch of hee haw beast orbs was that it meant finally, once and for all letting Vriska go. If she left, it was admitting that she knew her friend wasn't ever going to catch up to her, and she was just... gone. And that... that was a sadness that made her almost want to go back and accept fate. Vriska'd been a horrible bitch and a half, but she didn't deserve to die alone.
But... she made a decision. 'Give it a try. If it doesn't work, it was a good run.' A few people had reminded her that there were reasons to go on living, to try again. Maybe she could find them again, in some other fanciful world. She didn't have to give up, and so... she wouldn't.
She was sitting there, looking up at the fireworks when she saw someone she recognized and beckoned them over with a grin and something fruity in her hand. "So... tomorrow's the big day. Eh? You gonna miss me?"