Despite her lack of trust towards strangers, should she develop some sort of friendly bond towards someone, she is more likely to open up to them; such was the case with John where after she ceased trolling him and held proper conversations where she wasn’t constantly saying how great she was and eventually decided to help him.
Vriska does also have some genuine feelings, she isn’t all about kill or be killed and out to get everyone, though she is slightly paranoid that people instantly hate her. Vriska does actually care and does show some form of regret towards her actions, even if it’s not shown in the right way, she does wish to atone for her mistakes.
She still, however, does enjoying being the centre of things and though she is less likely to brag to people she knows, she’s still determined to make a “good” impression on other people and will do what she can to make her seem like the best and will find a way to make a conversation be about her.
First Person: [Of all the things on her list of shit to do before sunrise, one of them was trek across a desert - or rather "trek across the shitty desert that makes up your shitty land and find some shitty treasure". Vriska still mutters to herself about what a stupid idea it was to write that. Why in fucks name would anyone want to hike through mile after mile after mile of sand, grit and heat.
Vriska plods through, her footprints quickly vanishing as the sand rolls back over it. The waves of heat rising off the ground causing the hoofbeasts in the distance to look distorted.
Even so, there was no mistaking that red cloak on the tiny person. The thought of how she looks so small next to the hoofbeasts causes Vriska to chuckle to herself.
Vriska approaches her slowly, hoping to scare her when she hears her name. Damn. So close. A sheepish look spreads across Vriska's face.]
[CANON] Vriska Serket || Homestuck || reserve || 2 of 3
Vriska does also have some genuine feelings, she isn’t all about kill or be killed and out to get everyone, though she is slightly paranoid that people instantly hate her. Vriska does actually care and does show some form of regret towards her actions, even if it’s not shown in the right way, she does wish to atone for her mistakes.
She still, however, does enjoying being the centre of things and though she is less likely to brag to people she knows, she’s still determined to make a “good” impression on other people and will do what she can to make her seem like the best and will find a way to make a conversation be about her.
First Person:
[Of all the things on her list of shit to do before sunrise, one of them was trek across a desert - or rather "trek across the shitty desert that makes up your shitty land and find some shitty treasure". Vriska still mutters to herself about what a stupid idea it was to write that. Why in fucks name would anyone want to hike through mile after mile after mile of sand, grit and heat.
Vriska plods through, her footprints quickly vanishing as the sand rolls back over it. The waves of heat rising off the ground causing the hoofbeasts in the distance to look distorted.
Even so, there was no mistaking that red cloak on the tiny person. The thought of how she looks so small next to the hoofbeasts causes Vriska to chuckle to herself.
Vriska approaches her slowly, hoping to scare her when she hears her name.
Damn. So close. A sheepish look spreads across Vriska's face.]
Oh, hey Pyrope.