Scorpia
WHAT WAS THAT?!” Scorpia exclaimed, standing up dramatically.
She glanced around in bewilderment, taking in the faces of the surrounding crowd.
“We totally just made her feel weird and isolated!”
The beauty that was her girlfriend Perfuma laid a hand on her arm.
“Sweetie, we were all in shock.” She tried to excuse.
The white haired girl gave her a sad look, “I know we were, and Gah, it was shocking, but also, it kinda wasn’t!”
Catra slinked across the room, coming up to uncharacteristically lean on her shoulder.
“And how, pray tell, were we supposed to know of this?”
It stung her as odd, the weird mannerisms and wording of things. But she shoved that to the back of her mind. This was the biggest priority!
“Well, Wildcat, “ she considered, “Entraptas always been a bit different then the rest, they had to be some explanation for that.”
“Yeah!” Frosta yelled from the back, “She’s always been kinda crazy!”
Scorpia leveled the child with a glare, feeling a bit presumptuous when she shied away.
“Different,” she corrected, “Not crazy. The only one who was crazy was Horde prime and thank horde ENTRAPTA managed to help defeat him.”
She continued to read everyone’s expressions. So many different emotions, and some so predictable.
Sea hawk, fawning over mermista,
Adora, trying to go over the plan once again,
Perfuma, Oh gosh, looking concerned, and yet so adoringly at Scorpia that it made her blush from her hair to her tail.
Catra, wait where did she go?
A quick glance showed her gone from her side, and after searching, found her in the very back corner, sprawled out on a table.
Very, um, dramatically?
Melog was with her, sniffing curiously, to which he turned a bright shade of orange.
That was odd as well,
— ugh focus Scorpia!
“I’m gonna go after her!” She announced boldly.
Everyone considered this as well,
“But-,” Adora sputtered, -“ THE PLAN!”
“The plan can wait!” The scorpion shut down, then immediately backtracked at how demanding she sounded.
“I-uh,” she faltered, Perfuma gave her an encouraging nod, “Entrapta should have someone with her. And I already know the plan anyways.”
With a reluctant nod, Adora accepted that Scorpia was leaving one way or another, and slowly succumbed to informing the remaining group of the plan.
Perfuma shot her a adorable smile, and gave her a quick peck to the lips.
“Good luck babe.” She whispered lovingly.
Scorpia was practically beaming on her way out.
She paced back in forth, the door to Entraptas lab/bedroom in front of her.
After some time, she mustered up the courage to knock.
“H-hey entrapta,” she spoke in a hushed tone, “It’s me. Scorpia.”
...
“The one who worked with you under Hordaks rule?”
...
“The white haired scorpion???”
“Ohhhh.”
Finally!
She knew of Entraptas habit of forgetting people and places, all she needed was a little clarification! I mean, sure, it had to be very lengthy and descriptive, and it was rare that she actually did remember.
But she had a good heart, and tried her very best to remember a person.
“Can I come in?” She questioned.
She had to strain her ears to hear the quiet hum that was given.
She pushed the lightweight door open, smooth sound it made was almost soothing in way.
Entrapta was revealed to be sitting on her favorite spinny chair. Her mask was down, and her gloves hands were tightly gripping onto some piece of tech.
“Hey Trapta? How you doing?” Scorpia failed to sound nonchalant.
The purple haired girls grasp tightened, looking very uncomfortable.
“I am fine. Completely normal. Just working on some tech. It is fascinating. Found some new breakthroughs.” She answered Robotically.
Scorpia frowned, while Entrapta was normally semi robotic in everything she did, this felt fake. Almost as if she rehearsed it in her head before.
“Hey,” she started, hesitantly drawing closer, “I get talking about how you feel and all isn’t really your thing. But I just want you to know I’m here for you! And If you ever need a super nice hug I’m am DEFINITELY here for you!”
Entrapta finally looked up, and nodded to the spot beside her.
The scorpion awkwardly sat down, trying to make herself as small as possible, and protect the fragile tech that hung precariously around them.
“I’m sorry I’m not the same as you.”
It was whispered so quietly, but still Scorpia’s head spun to comprehend.
“What? Why would you say that?” She questioned.
“I’m not good at feelings. Or people.” Entrapta sighed.
The lesbian scooted a little closer, “well yeah? But that’s logical right? Is that part of your Awtsme?”
She thought a chuckled was emitted, but it could have been another sigh.
“Autism,” Entrapta corrected, “But yes, the main part of socialization is being able to empathize with another, and use deductive reason to decide what emotion you should relay back. And considering Autism is the deficiency of mirror neurons, which are used in empathy—“
“—You their for have a lack of it.” Scorpia answered. Starting to understand just a bit more.
The technician nodded once again, “Data never lies.”
This brought a smile to the guard, “Well you shouldn’t be apologizing for that?”
A recorder clicked out of nowhere, held by a tendril of hair.
“Scorpion says I should not be apologizing for when I upset people. I am curious as to why she is the first.” The mechanic voiced.
Scorpia pondered this.
“Well, sometimes you have to get a better understanding, which, well. I can understand is hard for you. Buts it’s kinda like picking apart the same note but on a different scale—“
Entrapta starred at her blankly,
she was losing her.
“Ok, Ok! Um, try and focus! I-it’s kinda like, um, Screwdriver! Right? I mean definitely! Their fundamentally the same, but the slightest difference chances how you use them entirely!”
Scorpia waited a beat patiently.
“If you understand my metaphor, nod your head.” She asked kindly.
The scientist seemed to take to this, and nodded determinedly.
“Ok!” She exclaimed, “Good! I uh, oh dang I have to go on! That’s right. Cause I started it, heh. And it’s not fully explained!
Oh gosh I’m rambling. Sorry! Give me a moment to regroup.”
This time, it was Entrapta who waited patiently, turning her head and drawing her focus back to her tablet.
In no time Scorpia had thought of a way to explain.
She peered at the mechanics work, and paused until she thought their was a break in writing.
“So! Ahem. Entrapta.” She started, making sure she had the girls attention first.
“As I was saying, like two different screwdrivers, Phillips and Screw-heads. They are like people’s emotions. In one way, people are upset because something you said, or an action you took hurt them. The other way, is their hurt, but not solely because of course, but maybe by something else, and your attitude just enraged them even more, which can confuse you and make you think their mad at you. When really their not.”
Entrapta nodded, “Fascinating! “
With a flick of a hair, the mask was lifted, revealing those wide eyes and rosy cheeks.
“The scorpion has just explained a way to understand people, and compared it to a Phillips and screws head. I will need to conduct tests on this to see if it is true!”
Scorpia chuckled, “feeling better?”
The pigtailed gasped, “Feeling better? This is SCIENCE! I can only feel 1 emotions and that is 95% directed towards positive! Do go on!”
She nodded, and with a smile, continued to provide examples and explain.
After a while, Entrapta broke a lapse of silence.
“Thank you.”
Even though her face was blank, she couldn’t see any emotion behind her eyes, Scorpia just understood what she meant.
She just did.
“Your welcome. Always.”