01 West Side~First Level

[unholydecree]

[For a man as paranoid and prepared as Cesare finding himself in this bizarre place with no clue as to why is very disorienting. While he may be near panic inwardly it shows only in how quickly he is walking, how cautious his eyes keep aware of his surroundings, and the fact he has his sword unsheathed and at the ready. He steps carefully, eyes

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[makaracles]

What trouble be looking for you, motherfucker? [calls out the gray skinned youth with sweeping horns and outlandish make-up, perched on top of a wall. He has an odd purple lace parasol, which he spins idly as he looks down at the human, sleepy amber eyes curious.]

[unholydecree]

[Cesare balks at the... whatever that is. His sword is brought high, pointed toward the foul-mouthed demon and he takes a few steps back cautiously.]

You, it would seem! What the devil are you? What is this place? [His tone is all demanding and expectant of immediate answers]

[makaracles]

Nah, I don't be knowing you, bro. I ain't got my peep on for shit right now. [There's an odd gleam (in so much as anything could be considered odd about such an outlandish creature) in the troll's eye as the sword's level at him, but Cesare would have to work hard to attack Gamzee, sitting on the high wall as he is, so he doesn't get too worried.]

Why you monkeys always gotta get your sponge in a knot about us trolls?

[unholydecree]

[The sword is kept ready in grip but the tip lowered a few inches as he stares hard at the troll. Troll is it, some mythical creature. It's not a demon or servant of the devil then.

And he finds that somehow more comforting because this is not the time or place to question his possible disbelief in God... but it is more frightening because at least a demon he would have some protection against given his Clerical status.]

Is this your city, troll?

[makaracles]

Nah, no tents. My lands all blooming with the colorful business, too. [spinning the parasol behind his head] People what this place belongs to ain't gonna help you, though, bro.

[unholydecree]

[His manner of speech is most difficult to follow but Cesare muddles through it. The troll, even if so far helpful, looks far too disturbing for Cesare to let down his guard though and the sword remains as does his vigilance. For all he knew the creature could change his mind and attack at any moment.]

And who are they?

[makaracles]

I dunno, they're all being monkeys like you. Stupid ones, too. They got motherfuckin' empty ass pans.

[unholydecree]

[He stops himself from asking why he's being called a monkey. Instead he lowers his sword and places his other hand on his forehead with a sigh of exasperation.]

What the devil is an ass pan?

[makaracles]

You know. What keeps all your thinks from flying away. [taps his forehead with a clawed finger]

[unholydecree]

[This is exhausting and unsettling and Cesare's anger shifts to exhaustion. This clownish troll may look horrible and frightening but he is not threatening and so Cesare sheathes his sword and straightens his black priest robes.]

Thank you for the information.

[makaracles]

Sure thing, motherfucker. [Gamzee has no idea, but quite a few people here consider him exhausting to talk to. Even other trolls have a hard time deciphering what he's saying.]

[unholydecree]

[Any other time he'd find the crude language and strange metaphors highly entertaining but this situation is too stressful to find the humor in it. The fact the troll looks like a horrific monster isn't helping.

So for now he gives a very stiff nod of his head and walks away to find... whatever he can find in this prison encampment.]