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Characters: Karkat Vantas (AU) and YOU
Setting: Descending from the Cathedral
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match.
Summary: Karkat is being brought down from his small bout of insanity today -- do you find him before that happens?
Warnings: Flirtatious little demonic troll. Mind control. If Karkat feels cornered at any point during the encounter, there is a good chance he will either control your character to get them away from him, or to put them to sleep.

[Controlling Minato had taken a lot out of Karkat. By the time the other Persona users had arrived to take him down, he was already starting to feel the stress from the encounter. But never before had he enjoyed such a rush of power, and he found himself almost drunk off of it. He had paused to take a breather a floor or two away from the cathedral, one hand pressed to cover his vision eightfold to rest it.

He couldn't begin to understand why he didn't do this sooner, what with all the powerful beings trapped in the Tower. Maybe he could get them to fight each other. That would be fun, and definitely hilarious.

But first, he needed to get back to his room and rest his head while it was still early and his roommates were out.]

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[Karkat you are acting very strange. Why.

She glances to his hand out of the corner of her eye, but holds any remark on the gesture for the time being. She will, however, sarcastically comment on something else.] You are truly the most gracious host, Mister Vantas.

I like to think so.

[That's a shame that you ignored that gesture, because he's now throwing the rest of his arm over the opposite shoulder to strong arm you inside, Kanaya.

Now, in matters of strength, even with his higher caste, she's easily twice as strong as him physically. Which is why it might feel strange that she's suddenly having trouble resisting.

It might be wanton use of psychics. Or it might just be her imagination.]

[If it's her imagination, she certainly can't recall having such a vivid one.

She doesn't normally think to refuse affection from Karkat, seeing as she is a little pathetic and clingy in certain ways. But this is still. Weird. This is weird. Karkat is weird. She gives an experimental shrug, which is usually enough to dislodge his arm, but it does very little this time around.

Well, she can't really do much but follow him now. She gives him another look that is part confusion and part trepidation.] What are you up to, Vantas?

[BECAUSE HE CLEARLY MUST BE UP TO SOMETHING, RIGHT.]

[He kicks the door shut before she can protest and turns around to face her again, both arms on her shoulders. She might remember that little smirk from earlier in the year.]

You don't trust me.

[He doesn't seem...particularly unhappy about that idea, which is probably a pretty big red flag. That, and the fact that he still hasn't taken his hands off her, for whatever reason.]

I'm wounded.

[Spoilers: he's not]

[Her expression changes from wary to shocked and a little hurt very quickly.] I was asking in jest. [Well, mostly. She figured he was playing a prank on her, but that wasn't something to bring in trust over.] We have been over this, I hope you recall. [Shut up Karkat she'd trust you with her life.

She frowns.] You do not seem very wounded. [There you go, Kanaya.]

[Karkat makes a point to pull her under both of his arms, damn near into a headlock thanks to how tall he is. His arms fall right around her neck and he's not shy about his grip.

But he keeps talking in that odd, airy tone. The more he speaks, the sharper his words get. If Kanaya is careful enough, she might pick out the hysteria lacing his tone.]

I'm not really. Not by you. That'd actually be something for me to be preeeeeeetty pissed about.

[Between his actions, the admittance in his words, and his tone, Kanaya is quickly realizing that it isn't just that something is weird. Something is wrong.

Her expression takes on an edge of worry. Despite his firm grip, she's not concerned that he'll hurt her. It's Karkat. It's her moirail. He wouldn't do that to her.

She raises her hands, and then tentatively moves to wind her arms around his waist. Her reply is delivered in a gentle voice.] I will make future attempts never to wound you, then.

Good. Excellent. Fabulous.

[Karkat glances downward, brow furrowing lightly. His expression loses any trace of delight and turns suspicious and malignant.]

You would tell me if someone did that to you, right?

[She tilts her head up to meet his eyes. She is pretty sure she knows the right answer to this question.] Of course. [...if she didn't mind the offender getting the same treatment that Eridan got that one time, but she doesn't think that part needs to be said, for more than one reason.]

And I hope you would return the favor if the situation was that someone has wounded you.

[Karkat doesn't answer that unasked question. Instead, he lets his eyes shift around the room suspiciously, despite the fact that there was no way anyone was getting inside without him seeing. He seems to sense someone is watching them, or that they might be attacked.]

Have you ever considered... [There's a weighted pause, as if Karkat himself is considering it the first time.] ...that we may be here a while?

[Kanaya narrows her eyes a little at Karkat's evasion. Sometimes she wants to literally punch sense into him. She just doesn't because she knows it'll result in psychic naptime.

Her stern look falters at that question.] ...we already have been here a while. A few seasons now, I believe. [Granted, her internal clock was probably way off, since this place didn't go by perigees or sweeps.]

What's a few seasons in the face of a lifetime?

[He now takes up a steady drumming on her collar bone. Its a shame his nails are filed to a point. A well-manicured point. Even in the tower, he has to keep up appearances.]

[She doesn't want to think about that. The idea of living out the rest of what could have been her (likely short and miserable) life in Tower Wonderfuck is one of the most depressing thoughts she's had since she realized she'd be alone for the end of the universe.

Especially knowing that they don't seem to be able to die here. In fact, she's never heard of people aging, either...

The sting of Karkat's dolled-up talons on her neck brings her closer to reality, but only marginally. Kanaya swallows, evidently troubled by the possibility he's brought up.] What brings this line of conversation on so abruptly?