[There are the sounds of fluttering wings and chattering fangs recorded in the journal as a voice is heard, right in the middle of two large doors opening.
Someone doesn't sound at all amused.]
Oh my god! What the hell is with all that white stuff?
[If one sees the troll in person, she will flip her hood back from her head, hands ruffling through her hair. Snowflakes fall to the floor to melt and blue lips move to produce a scowl.]
I tell you, this place is so stupid sometimes! And pointless! I mean, why the hell does it have to do such glorious things?
[Urk.]
Such pleasant things!
[What the hell?]
Ugh! And what's the deal with those cute little fairies?
[Eyes widen... Did she actually say that? No. No, we're just going to ignore all that...]
(ooc.
LOSS START and OPEN! Open via journal, open in person. OPEN FOR KISSES, PLANNED AND UNPLANNED. Pretty much, if you want to talk to Vriska, now's your time to do it! ::::D)