Danavel simply watched Zuriik speak to Karkat, but he didn't want to interfere till their conversation was over. Danavel's mind was cleared up, since he wasn't sober anymore. He didn't plan on going sober again, but it would be inevitable. Danavel walked towards Karkat after Zuriik left Karkat alone. "Excuse me, but what happened in the short time that I was 'unpleasant'?" Danavel's voice was calm and his expression was blank. "Why don't you fucking tell me?" Karkat was annoyed with Danavel, for no apparent reason. There was a reason for Karkat's annoyance, other than his normal crabbiness, but this reason shall be revealed later. "I'm guessing I probably did something you are not too fond of." This wasn't a question, it was a statement. "I don't care, just don't mess with the humans." Karkat had forgotten that Danavel knew nothing of the humans. "Humans?" Danavel was geniunely interested, since he had never heard of the strange "humans". "I'm not going to bother explaining. Just... don't bother them." Karkat was too exhausted to pursue argueing. Danavel was quite frankly annoyed with the attitude of Karkat, and Danavel would have culled Karkat right there if he was threatened.
Danavel walked towards Terezi, since he needed to introduce himself. He had seemed eerie and dangerous before, but he decided to not waste his time standing. Terezi heard him approach before he got into a range for conversation. A smile appeared on her face. Danavel was surprised, since he had barely made any noise. She couldn't smell him very well, so she mistook him for Gamzee. "Gamzee? Hehehe, you don't smell like slime. Have you finally given up your addiction?" Terezi wouldn't try acting like a moiral towards Gamzee, since that would be interrupting Gamzee and Karkat's moirailligence. "Gamzee is the other purple-blooded troll, correct?" Danavel asked a question that would probably confuse Terezi, if she didn't get the information regarding the arrival of the new trolls. "Huh?" She was a bit confused, since she forgot that there were new trolls on the meteor, and that one of those trolls was the purple-blooded Danavel. "Oh, you're one of the new trolls. Heh, welcome to our fun little carnival!" She cackled wildly before saying this. She walked closer to where she thought he was, but he didn't back away. He felt no danger from her, since she appeared to be blind. "Yes, I am. Anyways, what are you doing?" Danavel didn't exactly know what she was doing, and he didn't want to assume anything. "Smelling you." Terezi said this nonchalantly, as if it were normal to smell things. Danavel had heard about ways for trolls to overcome their disabilities, and this was a good example. However, it wasn't really a disability, since she had probably never known what it was like to have vision. Being blind was probably an advantage to her, since she could notice more things. "You smell like Gamzee, but not enough to be confused as him. His scent probably mixed in with yours and created a new scent. Your personal smell is confusing and it's beginning to hurt my head." She couldn't make out the distinction in his smell, so she gave up. She would have licked him, but this could be considered agression. Danavel would have tried learning more about smells, but he couldn't due to Zuriik seeming to be in pain. Danavel would have talked to Nepeta, but he couldn't ignore Zuriik's condition.
Danavel's iris became bigger as he saw that Zuriik appeared to be... choking? How could Zuriik be choking without a source? Danavel didn't hear the screaming, since he was still trying to figure out how Zuriik could choke without a source. "Zuriik! Are you okay? Speak to me bro, what's going on?!" These words brought Danavel back to his senses and he immediately went towards Zuriik. "Come on Zuriik, don't go limp on me." Danavel felt no pity for Zuriik, since other trolls have experienced much worse fates. Like having their horns broken inch by inch. This thought reminded Danavel of Equius's broken horn, but Danavel couldn't pursue that subject at the moment. "Sorry, don't mean to. Don't really have much control over my body right now." Zuriik chuckled, trying to make the situation seem mediocre and funny. But it didn't convince anyone that this situation was not dangerous. Even the laid back Gamzee seemed to be slightly concerned. Danavel saw the thin sheet of black blood, but he cared not for the color of Zuriik's blood. Everyone could bleed, and that was enough to convince Danavel that everyone was equal. "Sorry for the mess." Zuriik... apologized? "I promise that I'll clean it up in a couple hours. Once I'm back to full strength." Zuriik just dissapointed Danavel. Danavel wanted to use the blood for a new painting, but now he couldn't. Danavel wouldn't forcibly use a troll's blood, unless said troll was dead.
" Just shut up for a second." Freddy said this, with a seemingly concerned tone in his voice. "Stop trying to do things your body can't handle right now." Freddy seemed to be ordering Zuriik around, but no one seemed to notice or no one cared enough to point it out. "Put me down." What? Did Zuriik seriously expect that he could move after what just happened. Stupid, naive, and stupid were the words that flashed into Danavel's mind. Survival didn't care about pride, and no troll should either. "Fuck you, I can stand just fine." Zuriik could have easily been culled for these simple words, but no one would do that to him, yet.
Equius followed the order to put Zuriik down. ZUriik wobbled, but he seemed to be used to this sort of thing. Zuriik somehow made it to the transportalizer. Other trolls were following, but Danavel managed to get them to get back with a swipe of his hand. Danavel went into the hub shortly after Zuriik arrived. Danavel followed the noise of a door closing, then he went into the room. He saw a pitiful sight, a troll crying in a corner. "Fuck me, Fuck this, Fuck...everything." Zuriik seemed to be in a deep state of sadness, or another undescribable emotion. "Stop crying, it makes everyone think you're weak." Danavel had a calm tone to his voice. He was commanding, but also giving advice. "I know you're not weak. You managed to save me and the others when the worlds were about to blow up. I'm not going to simply let that go unnoticed." Danavel sat two feet away from Zuriik. "Now, stop crying and pull yourself together." Danavel would have done more, but he wasn't this troll's moiral, and the other troll would have probably taken any more help as an insult.
The black-blood whirled around wih a start, staring at Danavel in suprise, his cheeks wet with dark tears. "What...oh. It's you." He sighed, putting his head back down. "What do you want?" Zuriik asked quietly.
"Tell me, are you crying because your being pitied by the trolls on this meteor, or due to the pain from what just happened?" Danavel didn't want to ask about what exactly happened to Zuriik, since thta would have probably been to personal information to share.
"It wasn't the pain. Fuck, the pain was bearable. I've felt suffering like that before. All the time actually." he answered, avoiding part of Danavel's question.
"So my suspicion was right." Danavel mumbled this to himself. Zuriik had just answered Danavle's question, including the one he didn't ask. "Was the pain any different this time?" Danavel simply wanted to continue the conversation, and this seemed like the easiest way to not ask a question that could make Zuriik uncomforatble.
"Well, it wasn't caused by my obnoxious alternate future self apparently. And the visions were a little...different, yeah. Other than that, same old pain."
"I'm guessing that I also have a future self, but this is simply a theory. Anyways, on to more pressing questions. Is your future self comfortable with you sharing the fact that he exists with me?" Danavel felt that Zuriik had acted on a whim, but he couldn't be sure. It could be possible that all of this was planned, but it was highly unlikely.
"I don't think he cares. Even if he did, I wouldn't really give a fuck. The guy is beyond insufferable."
"Aren't you calling yourself insufferable? I mean, he is you from a different timeline, right?" Danavel wondered how Zuriik could think his future version was insufferable, without trying to understand the future version of himself.
"Not really. I'm nothing like the guy, believe me. He's made sure of that." Zuriik let out a sigh and lifted his head up slightly, staring at the ground with a blank expression, though his eyes still reflected some amount of sadness.
"So he's pretty much an omniscient version of yourself, who wishes to control your future and make you take the least crappy path? That must seriously suck." Danavel didn't have any pity in his voice, instead it was still the same calm and collected voice he always had. Zuriik had probably only seen Danavel sober.
The scythe-wielder glanced at his friend. "...yeah. Kinda. Weird how you guessed it that accurately. Except, he's not trying to make me take the less crappy path. The path he put me on is absolutely shitty, fucking terrible in fact. He wants me to be some kind of..repentance for him. Like, correct his mistakes through me. I swear, he's completely crazy. The guy's ruined my entire life because he made some stupid choice or whatever." Zuriik's voice raised slightly until he caught himself and dropped back into a quieter tone once again. "So yeah. Total asshole."
"Time mechanics sound completely stupid and hard to figure out. I can imagine that he'll probably lecture you or something like that. If I were in his position, I would probably try killing all my problems to make them go away. Guess I'm crazy too. Anyways, has he warned you about anyone dangerous or anything that could possibly kill us in a mili-second? I'm sure that he wouldn't just interfere with your life without giving you advice, unless he's a total jerk." Danavel wanted to know if he was going to have to face any god-like being in the future, so asking Zuriik seemed like an easy choice.
"I don't really know if he's in any position to kill anyone. Apperently, his entire session's been slaughtered by...some demon. And he's dead now too. I have no idea how the guy keeps contacting me. Anyway, as for the interfering? You have no fucking idea. That asshole is responsible for my mutant freak blood color, through some process to turn me into a powerful Heir of Doom sooner or something. And that blood, in turn, is the reason that my lusus fucking abandoned me when I was 4 sweeps old, to fend for myself, alone, in the wild! Advice isn't the only thing that fucker's given me."
"Damn, I would probably kill him if he did that to me, but then again, I am a murderous highblood. It's probably just instinct. Anyways, how would he be able to change your blood color? Is your black blood a representation of doom or something like that?" Danavel felt like if he was finally getting somewhere with his questions, but he had too many to ask in one sitting.
"I guess so. That's what he's told me, anyways. Black blood and darker skin, signs of a Doomite if ever there were ones. How he altered me...I honestly have no clue. It came along with The Pain though, that and my visions."
"Wait, you said that he's an alternate you, rigth? Then, would there be an alternate me in his timeline? If so, did I snap and kill anyone?" Danavel hoped that he hadn't commited mass murder in another timeline, since he didn't particularly like killing. Killing was just an instinctive action that he couldn't control.
"He didn't say anything about you specificly. Or anyone else for that matter...sort of. His timeline is kinda the same as ours, just that his session lasted a little bit longer. But it still got destroyed. And the versions of all four of us, he teleported to this very asteroid. Or another iteration of it. And the same bunch of trolls were there. He never really mentioned...much anyone but...her." Zuriik's voice trailed off. "Never mind, just...forget I said anything." he quickly added, his cheeks darkening a slightly darker shade.
"I wont ask about 'her', since that seems too personal for me to ask about. Anyways. Does he know what aspect and or role I am? It could be severly dangerous if another version of me escaped. You did see what I was like sober, right?" Danavel's future version had already went god-tier, but his future version wasn't very good-natured. His future version was sober, and determined to cause damage.
"Another version? Danavel, everyone's dead where he came from. Including you. And, I don't think you were that dangerous in his universe. He said that everyone fought along side him when...they stood against the demon. That green motherfucker that blew up both our sessions. And I'm fairly certain that you're a part of everyone. So, whatever you do while sober, you get better by the time it really matters. Or get forgiven. Or both."
"That's a relief, I guess." Danavel still had a suspicion that there was another version of him out there, since there could be multiple doomed timelines. It would be impossible for there to only be one timeline, so there would have to be at least one version of him that escaped. Danavel wouldn't show his suspicion of there being another one of him, yet. He felt no reason to share that information. "Should we go back to the other trolls? I'm guessing they're probably worried about you. Or we could continue discussing the confusing mechanics of time, space, and fate."
"You can go ahead, if you like. I'm still a little...don't really want to go back yet. There's really no reason...only a couple reasons for me to return to those guys. Actually, just one." Zuriik let out a quiet chuckle, hugging his knees in towards his chest. "Yeah, just the one. I'm just not really, I don't know, courageous enough. I guess."
"Ehh, same here. I have some explaining to do, since I was brought here tied up. And quite frankly, I don't want to bother explaining my muderous tendencies. Anyways, anything else you want to waste time gossiping about?" Danavel had a slight smile on his face. This conversation was enjoyable, and it helped get his mind off of recent happenings. For example, his planet being blown up, and quite possibly his lusus.
"Gossip? About what, our friends?" he replies, his voice sounding slightly iritated at the suggestion. "Like their personal romantic issues or whatever?" Zuriik scoffs with displeasure. "Yeah, I'm not up to sit around and wonder about who's dating who. It's not my place to meddle in the lives of others. Unless they're doing something that endanger themselves or anyone else. Then? I will meddle the fuck out of their lives. But, if you really want to just want to shoot the shit, then I guess I'm okay with that."
"I wasn't talking about relationships between the people here. I barely even know any of them, so it would be unfair for me to judge. I was talking about the people created by the game. You have heard of the 'exiles', right? If so, have you heard anything about a specific one?" Danavel was surprised that Zuriik was irritated, but he shouldn't have been. Treading on relationships could be a serious matter.
"Exiles? No, never heard of them." Zuriik suddenly stiffened, looking up as if staring at an iritating spot on the ceiling. "Fuck off." he mumbled under his breath.
"I overheard something about them. I was sort of hoping you would know anything about them." Danavel didn't hear the profanity coming out of Zuriik's mouth, but he wouldn't have cared even if he did hear. "I should probably get some rest. Everything has been chaotic since we've started this game. I'll talk to you later." Danavel yawned and stood up. He didn't want to bother unravelling the secrets of the game quite yet. He instead, wanted to simply rest and not be bothered. Sadly, he probably would be sent to Derse and probably have to see the horrorterros. He still couldn't stand up to them, since he wasn't god tier. But, he wouldn't have been stupid enough to fight the horrorterrors either way. He walked away and exited the room. He then went to the location designated as his