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towerofanimus2012-06-26 02:13 pm
caliginous) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-26 02:13 pm
Entry tags:
No longer Infighting
Characters: Karkat Vantas (AU) and YOU
Setting: Any floor
Format: Action tags pls
Summary: Karkat's back in the tower, but he's short circuiting just a bit thanks to his traumatizing death experience.
Warnings: Usual Karkat warnings apply.
[Karkat doesn't work well with impossible geometry. The cerulean was firmly grounded in his own head, and anything screwing with his perception of things like what's solid and what's liquid would be enough to screw with his sanity. Couple that experience on top of being crushed in a tube with five other people and you have a recipe for one trembling adolescent alien trying to keep it together with his major emotional support still stuck fighting for her life inside the pods.
The young troll's fangs, often only visible when he was smirking, set to chewing apart his lower lip. Its not clear how he's managed to get himself to this floor or room, because he seems pretty intent on staying perfectly still, as if he was afraid the floor was going to drop out beneath him. Its hard to trust people around you when a group of them had willingly sent you to your death, so anyone that happens to approach him will find that they don't have a chance to sneak up on him. They will have his attention immediately.]
Setting: Any floor
Format: Action tags pls
Summary: Karkat's back in the tower, but he's short circuiting just a bit thanks to his traumatizing death experience.
Warnings: Usual Karkat warnings apply.
[Karkat doesn't work well with impossible geometry. The cerulean was firmly grounded in his own head, and anything screwing with his perception of things like what's solid and what's liquid would be enough to screw with his sanity. Couple that experience on top of being crushed in a tube with five other people and you have a recipe for one trembling adolescent alien trying to keep it together with his major emotional support still stuck fighting for her life inside the pods.
The young troll's fangs, often only visible when he was smirking, set to chewing apart his lower lip. Its not clear how he's managed to get himself to this floor or room, because he seems pretty intent on staying perfectly still, as if he was afraid the floor was going to drop out beneath him. Its hard to trust people around you when a group of them had willingly sent you to your death, so anyone that happens to approach him will find that they don't have a chance to sneak up on him. They will have his attention immediately.]
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Wow.
Wow.
Is this what not being a fucking failure feels like? Because it doesn't last long. About as long as it takes Karkat to start laughing. Eridan frowns, taking a tentative step forward.]
...that's not really a surprise and everyone's pretty much aware of it.
[The deadpan is delivered with a flair of wry resignation and another big scoop of worry. The self-loathing is too well used to stir at such a small thing. Instead, the worry grows.]
Kar. What the fuck did you just do?
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Eventually, he runs out of air and he's forced to wipe his tears away, but the usual petulance that he wears so well is mostly evaporated, replaced with an extremely unsettling and smooth grin, displaying his spidery fangs in a rather predatory fashion.]
You should be thanking me, you stupid tool. I might've fucked up a bit, though. Not that it really makes a difference either way.
[When Eridan steps forward, Karkat meets it with a slide. And not just one step, but straight over to him, on his tip-toes, enough to match their heights. The cerulean's talon scratches beneath his chin, obviously meant to be a mockery of what he might recognize as a fond gesture.]
You are an emotional little douchebag, you know that?
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Which is ironically rather apt, in his current situation, but he's too busy panicking and trying not to crumble into a shivering wreck to point it out, never mind voicing it.
He flinches at that last line, and that makes the selfloathing shudder a little, as if to wake up. Yes, yes, he is. He's a fucking emotional wreck. A fucking useless shitstain usually too busy having feelings to do shit right. Fuck, how many times did he fuck up because he let his emotions get the best of him? How many times, Christ, did an entire timeline had to die because he sucked and was having a moment?
He swallowed hard against Karkat's claw, frozen in place.]
...I'm sorry.
[And he was, oh god, he was. He was always so sorry. About everything, about himself. He's sorry, but sorry doesn't make it better and oh, oh, there it was. Perhaps because this was Karkat, and Eridan had always had mixed feelings - awe, fear, wistfulness, concern - about him, but the blow of self-loathing that rose in him nearly made him lose his footing. And he felt guilty about it, realizing who he was dealing with and how very much he needed to get the fuck away, except the self-loathing ate up that guilt and left only the burning, pitch black hatred flooding from his very bones. He only managed a very soft, very hoarse croak:]
I should go.
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[Karkat is too knee-deep in his own strange lack of inhibition that Eridan's self-loathing only seems to encourage his sudden sadistic tendencies. He reaches up with both hands to wrap his hands around the jade's skull, the claws on his thumbs pressing into the vital veins at his neck.]
But you've only just arrived. And I made absolutely certain not to touch that precious concern of your's. For once, its in the right place, isn't it?
Sure wouldn't want you to make a mistake again like last time.
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...Kar. Karkat, please.
[Oh, and the fear. MAN, the fear is awesome. It's basically never ending.]
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[The bearing of fangs obviously doesn't phase him.]
What do I get if you go?
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...what do you want from me?
[Panicking, definitely fucking panicking. Yay.]
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Good fucking job.]
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I didn't think so. So if you'll excuse me...
[Karkat makes a point to pierce skin with his talons before seeking to put him to sleep shortly after. Sweet dreams, Ampora.]
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Sweet dreams, ha, more like another round of nightmares.
Fucker.]