towerofanimus | (no subject)

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 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?