rakuen | (no subject)

Characters: Dolorosa and you
Format: will match
This log is: open
Location: Fortitude classrooms
Summary: Troll history class may have cryptic messages in it. ~~or maybe Ru is pulling your leg~~
Warnings: Dolorosa feels

The usually smiling and peaceful Dolorosa looks upset as her student walk into class. On the board behind her in her familiar is scroll is written the end of the rebellion? and every so often she looks longingly at the words.

"Throughout these weeks I have taught you about how blood color defines the class systems, how each color has a place in society and a role to play, and how not everyone was happy with these positions. Last week I told you about Signless and the rebellion, which I was personally a part of, but I did not tell you the outcome. Those involved were all close friends of mine, family even. I raised Signless, something unheard of in troll society, and on that day he was killed, his beloved Disciple went into hiding, his faithful friend Psiioniic was taken by the empress because of his abilities, and I was sold into slavery. I cannot give you a complete retelling of the events or what happened afterwards, as I was otherwise occupied, but I can tell you that rebellions never really die, they just get passed on."

"If your cause is just and you have those willing to fight for it, why should it not continue?"

With that Dolorosa ends class early, but she is there for anyone who wishes to question her about, well, anything.

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Becca stays late, working on a large drawing, the size of a poster. She's drawing a picture of the major events of the rebellion. (During class, she had asked lots of seemingly irrelevant questions, mostly about the facial features and horn shapes of those involved.) She's nearly finished, currently working on Signless' face and the clear expression of pain on it as he is killed. Various other scenes are around the page as well, melding into one complete design.

Of course Dolorosa knows that Becca has been working on this, most likely giving her more details later, perhaps on textures, colors, or just plain appearances. Today, though, she has her eyes trained on Signless, and she looks exactly like a grieving mother would.

"Your art is very good, Becca."

"Thanks," she murmurs, not looking up. She knows way too much about expressions of grief and torment for a human girl. Nor does she seem repulsed by the brutality of troll culture the way a healthy human probably should have been. She finishes his face and moves on to his arms and the burning cuffs, detailing the sizzling flesh again with tormenting accuracy.

"It's almost as if you were there," Dolorosa mutters quietly to herself as she watched Becca work.

She finished up and put her pencils away, finally picking up the picture and offering it out to her teacher. "I just...know a lot about suffering and pain and the different ways to die," she admitted, then hung her head in shame. "I wish I knew why."

Dolorosa frowns, "Those aren't the most pleasant of memories, while you're here you should try and learn about different forms of happiness and ways to live, don't you think?"

"I guess?" she murmured, shrugging her shoulders idly. "I wish I remembered why I know all that...maybe it'd make sense then."

"And you will remember, one day, I'm sure of that."

"I just hope it isn't something traumatic again," she huffed, running her fingers over the marks hidden by her sleeves.

"It may be, but I believe you are strong enough to get through anything."