Fortitude Class: Alternian History

[mamarosa]

Characters: Dolorosa + Fortitude students
Format: what ever your heart desires
This log is: open to Fortitude students!
Location: Class rooms
Summary: Come learn about Alternian history from your lovely Headmistress
Warnings: None yet

Dolorosa starts the class by explaining that Alternia has a caste system which influences how the planet is organized. She calls it the hemospectrum and it runs from rust red to tyrian purple, with a only a few outliers usually referred to as mutants. The mutants are usually culled at birth, but that isn't the case for all of them. That story, she tells you, will come later in the semester.

Her lecture for the day is basically a run down of the Hemospecturm, going over each color and class status, explain their amount of influence and the abilities that come along with a certain color. She says that she is a rather rare color, jade blooded, and cuts her finger to show the class her color, explaining that she understands humans only have candy red blood, a cull-worthy color.

If you ask, she will tell stories about the trolls in various colors that she has met, how she has met people who reinforced the stereotypes and proven them wrong, but she won't answer any questions about mutated blood just yet.

Comments

[mamarosa]

She looks at her drawing, "Well every troll has a symbol that is important to them, often times the symbol coincides with the shape of their horns. That will aid in your drawing."

[pencilpremonition]

Becca studies the Dolorosa's clothes, picking out her symbol and then looking down at her drawing, trying to decide on symbols for the trolls she's drawn. "Are there set symbols to pick from? Or are they all different?"

[mamarosa]

She smiles at Becca's curiosity, "There are many, many symbols, anything you can imagine I assume, well, within reason."

[pencilpremonition]

She starts adding symbols to the trolls she's drawn, some worked into their clothes like the Dolorosa's, some simply the focus of them, like Gamzee's t-shirt had been. "How are symbols picked? Do their parents give them to them like names, or..?"

[mamarosa]

"We do not have parents, we are hatched from the Mother Grub and assigned a symbol."

[pencilpremonition]

"Hatched?" she asked in shock. She didn't realise trolls were so different from humans. "Kind of like bees?"

[mamarosa]

Dolorosa looks confused, "I'm sorry, I don't know how Earth bees come into life, but yes, we are hatched and as grubs go through trials to see if we are worthy enough to continue on in life."

[pencilpremonition]

"That's so cool," she murmured, sketching the life cycle of trolls. "So do you go into cocoons to go from grubs to people?"

[mamarosa]

She shakes her head, "We do not cocoon ourselves, merely grow into our bodies."

[pencilpremonition]

That must be so awkward in the in-between stages...

[mamarosa]

But if everyone is going through it then it is not as awkward.

[pencilpremonition]

I guess so. Man, and puberty's awkward on humans...

[mamarosa]

What is human puberty like?

[pencilpremonition]

A mess of hormones and awkward. It's... I dunno. Look it up in the library? I can't explain it.

[mamarosa]

I will make sure to pick up a book on the subject, can I count on you to answer any questions I may have afterwards?

[pencilpremonition]

Sure, that sounds like a plan. One thing I know for sure is that all of us can't wait for it to be over.

[mamarosa]

Are you in that much of a hurry to grow up?

[pencilpremonition]

Well...puberty really sucks.

[mamarosa]

But human childhood seems like such a peaceful time.

[pencilpremonition]

Childhood is. Then puberty hits and everything gets awful. Then it's a relief when it's over.

[mamarosa]

Hmmm it must be nice to have one part of your life that is peaceful.

[pencilpremonition]

Yeah, I guess?

[She winces and sighs.]

I'm getting a headache thinking about it.

[mamarosa]

You don't remember your childhood then?

[pencilpremonition]

Not entirely. There's something about it that's...missing. I know I raised [WINCE] my little brother [growl] more than our mom did.