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towerofanimus2012-02-14 11:37 pm
hystericull) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-14 11:37 pm
001 ♑ [first honk]
Characters: OU Gamzee and you!
Setting: Room 1-02, the cafeteria, and anywhere in between!
Format: Either are entirely welcome.
Summary: A doped-up, alien clown awakens in the strangest of places - and decides that he's hungry. Seems like he's got a good handle on priorities. Oh, chocolate shenanigans are good, too, although he hasn't eaten any!
Warnings: None that I can think of, except for Gamzee's filthy mouth.
Room 1-02:
[Sometimes a body just doesn't want to get its motherfuckin' move on. That's cool, though. Whatever it feels like doing, or not doing, is all chill with him. It's not like he wouldn't be laying here motionless anyway. This sure was an uncomfortable way to wake up. The immobility didn't bother him as much as the hard, flat surface he'd been placed upon. It certainly wasn't a recuperacoon - a conclusion he'd only come to because of the depressing lack of sopor slime. It also wasn't his horn pile, which he'd become accustomed to sleeping in while in the Veil. Oh, well! Better not to dwell on such trivial things, and get back at enjoying this wicked nothingness. The crazy feel of paralysis was gone, however, and Gamzee Makara regained his motor skills.
After lamenting the loss of that dope not-moving shit, he rolled not-so-gracefully off of the bed, smacking his large horns on the nightstand and landing with a "thud" on the floor. He'd managed to knock some sheets of paper off of the nightstand on his way down.
Oh. They were letters.
Well, he'd already known Alternia had been destroyed, but he was thankful for whoever wrote the letter to have saved him! And everyone being happy sounded like a fucking awesome time! He wanted to meet the author of this letter - they sounded pretty motherfucking chill.
What wasn't chill was this super-tight jumpsuit he'd been placed in. Who even gets up in a brother's bubble like that? Not that it was a huge deal. He was pretty okay with sharing his personal space, really. He crawled over to the trunk the letter had mentioned, and beamed excitedly when he saw what was inside. Among his usual clothes, which he quickly donned, he proceeded to overturn the chest, spilling bike horns, juggling clubs, and slime all over the floor. This was starting to feel more familiar already!
Eating the slime was not something he probably should have done, but who in their right mind would take an oatmeal-only rule seriously? Better yet, who not in their right mind would even notice that there was an oatmeal-only rule?
Uh-oh. The ol' nutrition sack wasn't feeling too well. In a fit of desperation, he scrambled out of the room and down the hallway.]
Cafeteria:
[After getting situated in his room and having had quite the terrible feeling in his stomach, Gamzee had somehow found his way to the cafeteria. It had taken a while, and he'd ended up going in circles, going into other people's rooms, going back into his own room, and generally unintentionally avoiding the place he'd been searching for.
He didn't really notice the bowl of oatmeal before him, and didn't remember how it got there, for that matter. What was this stuff? It was runny, sloppy, and slid over the edges of its bowl when he wobbled it from side to side (which he was doing quite enthusiastically). It reminded him of a discolored sopor pie... kind of. Hopefully it wouldn't make his digestive sack feel like a bag of angry bees like the pie had, however. He frowned at the thought, momentarily pausing his bowl-spinning game to dip and swirl a few fingers around in the stuff cautiously. The table was full of oatmeal, as were his fingers, now. He was generally making a mess, all while wearing a stupid grin.]
Setting: Room 1-02, the cafeteria, and anywhere in between!
Format: Either are entirely welcome.
Summary: A doped-up, alien clown awakens in the strangest of places - and decides that he's hungry. Seems like he's got a good handle on priorities. Oh, chocolate shenanigans are good, too, although he hasn't eaten any!
Warnings: None that I can think of, except for Gamzee's filthy mouth.
Room 1-02:
[Sometimes a body just doesn't want to get its motherfuckin' move on. That's cool, though. Whatever it feels like doing, or not doing, is all chill with him. It's not like he wouldn't be laying here motionless anyway. This sure was an uncomfortable way to wake up. The immobility didn't bother him as much as the hard, flat surface he'd been placed upon. It certainly wasn't a recuperacoon - a conclusion he'd only come to because of the depressing lack of sopor slime. It also wasn't his horn pile, which he'd become accustomed to sleeping in while in the Veil. Oh, well! Better not to dwell on such trivial things, and get back at enjoying this wicked nothingness. The crazy feel of paralysis was gone, however, and Gamzee Makara regained his motor skills.
After lamenting the loss of that dope not-moving shit, he rolled not-so-gracefully off of the bed, smacking his large horns on the nightstand and landing with a "thud" on the floor. He'd managed to knock some sheets of paper off of the nightstand on his way down.
Oh. They were letters.
Well, he'd already known Alternia had been destroyed, but he was thankful for whoever wrote the letter to have saved him! And everyone being happy sounded like a fucking awesome time! He wanted to meet the author of this letter - they sounded pretty motherfucking chill.
What wasn't chill was this super-tight jumpsuit he'd been placed in. Who even gets up in a brother's bubble like that? Not that it was a huge deal. He was pretty okay with sharing his personal space, really. He crawled over to the trunk the letter had mentioned, and beamed excitedly when he saw what was inside. Among his usual clothes, which he quickly donned, he proceeded to overturn the chest, spilling bike horns, juggling clubs, and slime all over the floor. This was starting to feel more familiar already!
Eating the slime was not something he probably should have done, but who in their right mind would take an oatmeal-only rule seriously? Better yet, who not in their right mind would even notice that there was an oatmeal-only rule?
Uh-oh. The ol' nutrition sack wasn't feeling too well. In a fit of desperation, he scrambled out of the room and down the hallway.]
Cafeteria:
[After getting situated in his room and having had quite the terrible feeling in his stomach, Gamzee had somehow found his way to the cafeteria. It had taken a while, and he'd ended up going in circles, going into other people's rooms, going back into his own room, and generally unintentionally avoiding the place he'd been searching for.
He didn't really notice the bowl of oatmeal before him, and didn't remember how it got there, for that matter. What was this stuff? It was runny, sloppy, and slid over the edges of its bowl when he wobbled it from side to side (which he was doing quite enthusiastically). It reminded him of a discolored sopor pie... kind of. Hopefully it wouldn't make his digestive sack feel like a bag of angry bees like the pie had, however. He frowned at the thought, momentarily pausing his bowl-spinning game to dip and swirl a few fingers around in the stuff cautiously. The table was full of oatmeal, as were his fingers, now. He was generally making a mess, all while wearing a stupid grin.]
cafeteria!!
[That sure is a kid sitting there playing with his food. Let's just never mind the horns, and the facepaint, and the unruly hair make him want to punch things. Or punch him? Wow inexplicable feelings he's just going to ignore!! From his spot in the door, he can't quite make out the kid's symbol, but he knows he must be fairly highblooded if the color is being swallowed up by the black of his shirt]
[BLUH! Highblood kids can be amazingly terrible!! Maybe he can just ignore him... Yeah. Gonna try that, slipping into the room finally and going to collect his food and sit... somewhere... not close to him...]
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That is, until a long swooping of bull horns entered and left his somewhat limited field of vision. His droopy eyes lazily followed those horns until they caught up to the whole body. He honked excitedly, scrambling up from the table and abandoning his oat catastrophe.]
Heeey, bro! Tavros!
[He had to try his best not to trip over those saggy, polka-dotted pants as he scurried over, coming to a sudden stop a few inches away from the Summoner. He blinked up at him, an odd mixture of excitement and thorough confusion.]
Whoaaa, uhh... Tav?
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[Turns when he hears Tavros' name, a uh... rather unkind frown sliding onto his face. If you're messing with that kid, he will... oh. Takes a step back when the kid stops all up in his business, staring down at him and giving a thorough looking over]
[Well... Thorough until it reaches the symbol anyway, and then he's just. Not even minding the kid's confusion, grabbing him by the horn and pulling him up a little. Trying not to be creeped out by... a number of things here, but mostly how... glassy and weird his eyes are]
Highblood, what the, fuck happened to you. [Did the tower shrink you??? AND STEAL YOUR BRAIN??? CAN IT EVEN DO THAT?????]
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Owww ow ow! Fuuuuck bro what you be doin' the motherfuckin' shit like that for?
[He squirmed around pretty uselessly, the tone of his voice more alarmed than angry. He eventually gave up trying to get down, registered what the Summoner had said, and gave him a trademark blank stare.]
I ain't all getting what the fuck noise you're askin' at me, brother. I don't think we ever got our fuckin' meet on before?
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Who are you? [...no wait. First] Why are you, looking for Tavros.
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Shit, motherfucker, Tavros be my good fuckin' bro! Feels all like the right motherfuckin' thing to do to be all trying to get my find on of him. ...That means you ain't him, right?
[Two questions. He asked two questions. Come on, you can do it.]
Oh, uhhh, I'm Gamzee, bro. Nice to be all meeting you and shit!
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No. I am not him. [.......] You're... friends...? [MAN LISTEN TO HOW SKEPTICAL HE SOUNDS]
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For fuckin' sure, my wicked crazy, other bull-horned motherfucker! We used to get our slam on all the fuckin' time back home! We was the dopest tag-team slam duo what's ever anyone would get their motherfuckin' hear on of!
[He paused. It seemed like he was finished talking, but one will quickly learn never to underestimate the amount of garbage that is capable of shooting from this kid's mouth.]
...Up until we got into all that crazy motherfuckin' business, and then we just sorta chilled all on this big mystical space rock! But, uh... I guess now we ain't on the fuckin' rock anymore?
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Uhhhh... No. As far as I have seen, we are not on a... mystical. Space. Rock. [Says so slowly because omg who even says things like that...] We are, in a tower... Are you new? Did you... read the letter...? [Can you even read.........]
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...What letter?
[Deadpan. He totally makes this face, as well.]
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[Okay. Attention on Gamzee again]
It, doesn't matter. They just tell you that uh, your world is destroyed and... you should try to be happy here. Or... something like that. Basically you are, stuck here until we... find a way out. Sometimes whoever is, running this will uh, experiment on us... And death isn't permanent. [Is that everything? Yeah probably, since the kid seems to have already got the oatmeal thing down]
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Seems wicked legit here, bro! I wonder where everyone else all got up to in this bitchin' tower? Hey, you seen any other trolls, big fairy bull dude? Maybe we can get at roundin' all those motherfuckers up and kick the fuckin' shit, honk!
[Gamzee, can you please try to be at least a little concerned, here? Nope, not gonna happen.]
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[No. Because he's not really a tiny Highblood. He is too much of a glassy-eyed moron for that. Jesus fucking christ]
Yes there are uh... quite a few of us around. But I think probably, you do not really want us all in the same room with each other. [...] Unless by, 'kick the fuckin' shit' [finger quotes] you actually mean, 'start a giant fight'.
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Ahh, really, bro!? Fuckin' bitchtits! You know where any of them motherfuckers be at? You wanna go all get our look on for 'em!?
[Gamzee, calm down. Everyone here could probably use a little more time before having to deal with you!!!]
Naww, they be a bunch of hissy brothers and sisters, but you get 'em all kickin' it together and it ain't all that bad! All them motherfuckers be my friends!
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Calm down. [Pokes him in the forehead]
I uh... do not think they are, all your friends. Since a number of them, are adults, and presumably have... never seen you before. Like me.
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Sorry, brother...
[His attempts to settle down consist of fidgeting and taking repeated deep breaths. None of which seem to be helping much.]
Oh... so there ain't any small motherfuckers like me here?
[A disappointed honk.]
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There are some. Tavros is not, one of them though. [OR SO HE BELIEVES??? Dude should check the network more often tbh]
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Oh... well, that's still getting at being wicked fuckin' news, bro! Hey, thanks for all sharing your motherfuckin' info with a brother, uhhhhh... uhhhhhh...
[There's a halt in his speaking, as if his brain is trying to recall some lost fact.]
Uhh... you got a name, motherfucker?
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[What a horrifying thought that was lkajsdflkj Eyes him for a good long moment before answering]
A title. The Summoner. [...faintly grudging] You're welcome. I'm glad you found it useful.
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Aw, bro, you ain't gotta be so formal! I mean, what you be motherfuckin' called, Summoner dude? Like, like...
[Ugh. Gamzee, just stop.]
Like, my name's Gamzee! Actually a brother's got another name, too. It's Makara. Whole buncha fuckin' handles up in this bitch, motherfucker! What's yours like that?
[He already introduced himself WHOOPS TOO LATE HE FORGOT so he'll do it again.]
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I am called the Summoner. It's not uh, a formal thing. I don't have a, name anymore. [He gave it up! It's symbolic, you know?]
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Whoa, what the motherfuck is all this "anymore" business? You mean, you had a name what's before?
[AND THEN, DAWNING REALIZATION!!!! ...Except not really.]
OH! Can a brother not get his remember on of his name? That's cool, bro, it'll come back to you! Sometimes when there's too much fuckin' slime gettin' in your chute a motherfucker's gotta get the askin' noise all directed as his brothers and sisters. They always be there to help you out when the name-forgetting shit goes down!
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No, I didn't... forget it-- [WAIT JUST A SECOND NOW]
What slime...?
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We should kick it back there and split one, Mr. Summoner Dude! Gamzee Makara ain't got no qualms about sharing! Honk!
[Aaand he's grinning like nothing was wrong with that whole thing.]
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[Oh my god]
[Ohhhh my god]
[Has he found]
[The king of all morons]
[Squints into the sun]
[And by sun I mean florescent cafeteria lights]
[Whatever]
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THAT ICON LMAFSLJ side eyeing to the max
KLJSDLKFJSDF it is one of my favorites yes yes yes ksdf
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