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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.]
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Yes, something to that effect. Otherwise you'll get very sick.
[ Which sucks. ]
... You... are a troll, correct?
[ Link knows this, the face paint is kind of throwing them off though, and honestly it's... less awkward than asking him something like, "HEY ARE YOU A MURDERING DICKHEAD TOO?" ]
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[He blinks dumbly at Link, still with that vacant smile.]
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If... you mean I have met the other trolls in this Tower, yes, I have. Do you know Sollux, Aradia, and Eridan? Are... they friends of yours?
[ Well he's not... being a creepy jerk so Link figures this guy must be safe to talk to... even if they appear to be a tiny GHB. ]
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[He's excited now! Friends are here! But they're probably doing their own things... Link is a pretty chill motherfucker, he wants to stay and shoot the motherfucking shit some more.]
What's a brother get at calling your bad self, anyhow?
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... Link.
[ Pause. ]
And you?
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Link? Like the little blue motherfucker you all get your click on at, and then a brother get to staring at the pages all flashy-like 'til he end up at somewhere what's a totally different place than he all started at? How's the shit even know where to take you? It just drop you off like, anywhere it want? Craaazy shit, what's for fuckin' sure.
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Head tilting. ]
... E-excuse me? I'm... afraid I do not understand...
[ Has no idea what you mean bro... ]
I... do not exactly know why I am named what I am, however... you never did tell me your name...
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I'm Gamzee, motherfucker! Jubilant to get the fuckin' nameswap on with you, brother. [Er...] Or, uh... sister?
...What be you, anyway?
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[ Let's... not correct him at all and keep the gender thing dubious and let him just assume.
Yes. Latching on to the topics other than that. Also, Link has no siblings, so... no clue why it'd be important anyhow. ]
... Well, I am Hylian by birth, but I consider myself of the Kokiri.
[ Pause. ]
Of course, that... probably does not mean much to you, does it? My peoples are both similar to humans, if that helps, though we can hear better, and I am fairly certain humans are... poorer with magic.
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Oh, so you ain't a pinky? Sure as motherfuck look like one, though. [He shrugged.] ...Whoaa, you all to be doin' the magic shit!? [Magicccc, this whole tower was magic. Maybe she knew something about it.] You be rockin' the wicked employment all up in this bitch, motherfucker?
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Yes, I have heard that a lot, but I am also a captive here, like you. And yes, I can use magic, though not as well as the Princess.
[ Pausing. He does seem rather enamored with it... ]
... Would you like to see some?
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Motherfuckin' yeah, brosis! Lay those twinlkly fuckin' starbeams all in front of a brother's lookstubs til he got the most wicked of zones goin' on!
[This was punctuated by a honk, like someone had squeaked a bike horn, quick and fast. God, poor Link...]
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Oh, sure, Din's Fire could be used for a massive, area engulfing attack, but if one used it properly or knew what they were doing, it could be no less simple than lighting a match. Link isn't burnt from it because of the Silver Gauntlets and mostly because it's floating just a bit high enough to not touch them. Enjoy that, Gamzee.
There's other things they could do, but... it would be something more difficult to control and not as easy for demonstrative purposes. (Nayru's Love comes to mind, though they do suppose arrows could also work.) ]
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Honk!
[He draws his hand back sharply to hold it with the other, but doesn't break his gaze from the magic! Sooooo cooooooooool!]
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Though really it's just... cold wood at this point given Link is using the blunt end. You're prone to hurting yourself; they can tell. ]
A-ahhh, I'm sorry, please be more careful...!
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Whoaaa, how this one get to be all motherfuckin' frigid as a bitch? You be sickin' this little dude in like, the thermal hull for a few fuckin' sweeps?
LMFSOAKJHG
A... what? No, I just used magic.
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Should've fuckin' guessed. Good to all know them motherfuckin' miracles be what's up in this bitchin' tower place, too.
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[ All kinds of curious now. This seems to be common... ]
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[ ... That is really hard to decipher from Gamzeese. ]
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Do you, motherfucker!? You all got that see on of them miracles, brosis!?
[Oh God, don't get him started.]
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... I suppose. I have spoken with some others here, but... it would seem what is natural to some does not exist to others.
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