towerofanimus | FIIRST GEAR ♊ savior of the waking world

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FIIRST GEAR ♊ savior of the waking world

Characters: Anonlux and YOU.
Setting: Assorted places around the dorms, cafeteria, and media floor.
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: The tower adds one very confused nullblood to its extensive arsenal.
Warnings: Not... many? Possibly language, but that's about it.

[Dorm levels]

As of that moment, Sollux Captor was probably the only person who didn’t know the story – another weird alien kid, waking up in an empty room garnished for four, in a jumpsuit that he definitely hadn’t fallen asleep in. If he had fallen asleep at all… yeah, no he hadn’t. If he could hiss at the light hitting his eyes, he would have; god, where were his glasses? Nowhere on his face, he could be sure. Sollux would have really liked the sleep paralysis to be spent checking out his surroundings, but it passed with his eyes burning instead; so when it finally ended, he all but jumped to his feet. All four wardrobes were empty, as were three of the trunks. In the fourth he found some of his own possessions, and yes – right on top, his glasses. Sollux wasted no time in putting them on.

He took his time getting out of the room. It seemed not everything was in his trunk; a disappointment, to be sure, but he could deal. At the very least, his bracelets were there, as was his sword and a few throwing stars. There was also his tablet there, and almost out of habit, he tried booting it up; Internet was gone. Dead. He dropped it back on top of the spare clothes and turned his attention back to the weaponry. Equipping it all in his distressingly empty sylladex (except for the bracelets, which obviously went around his wrists), Sollux pitched out into the great big unknown, opening some of the doors on the five floors that seemed to make up this dormitory complex. They were all more or less like his, though not all of them were unoccupied.

[Cafeteria]

The expectation was that he would reach the bottom floor, find the front desk, and inquire as to what the actual fuck was going on here. As it turned out, a front desk did not exist. After bugging random people for random reasons, he reached the first dormitory level to find that the staircase? It kept going. It kept going a lot. Not about to run on down the god-knows-how-many floors to the bottom, Sollux hopped onto the nearby elevator, and pressed the only button available – labeled ‘1’. Lobby? Had to be, considering this was obviously a tower.

…It wasn’t a lobby. Not even close.

As usual, he inspected the place for a little while, feeling the walls and looking under tables and wandering all over the place. From the way he was acting, it didn’t take much detective work to figure out that he was the fresh meat. But eventually he did find his way over to the counter, and the suspicions were confirmed as he was immediately handed a bowl of oatmeal and told to eat.

He said he would and took it back to an empty table, prodding at it with a spoon. Instincts told him never to deny free food, but he still had no idea what was going on past those worthless little letters; they mentioned eating down here, but should he? Was it poisoned with something? Wary, he decided to sit in his corner and watch others eat instead. He would be able to survey them better that way; if anyone else was eating the oatmeal and not a writhing mess on the floor, then he would take his chances.

Seemed like no one would touch it, though… odd…

[Media room]

And then no one was surprised.

Sollux was immediately pulled away from his adventure back up the tower. The movies and music were almost completely ignored, in favor of the video game shelf; there was nothing handheld here, but he didn’t complain. Console games were a very rare commodity to someone with no actual home. He noticed the differences in otherwise-recognizable series, but only vaguely; most of them had humans on the cover, so they probably weren’t from his world.

Next thing he knows, it’s god-knows-what PM and he’s still playing this shit. So much for exploring the tower.

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[ so Karkat sees. he's collected about three movies and finds that sign. out of irritation, Karkat growls, kicking at a shelf. of all the dumb things...

but then he turns around and notices, with a raised brow, horns that are familiar to him. hard telling at this distance if it's a Sollux he knows or if it's a different one. though... there is a game on the screen and Karkat knows the expression well enough. it's one who has OBVIOUSLY been here almost all day doing a cheap imitation of a zombie.

this means Karkat is more than justified in waltzing over and kicking at a chair next. ]

Time to share the wealth, bulgesucker. Get off the machine.

[The first thing Sollux hears is the other troll kicking a shelf, which makes him frown vaguely through his haze and deliver a lispy smiting.] Don't break the furniture, dumbass. [And when it happens again, he finally has to pause the game -- for the first time all day, mind -- and turn his head to finally get a look at the asshole who's apparently throwing a fit over the lack of an open spot. Probably deliver a more in-depth smiting, too.]

[...Except he didn't.]

[Hair -- familiar. Expression -- familiar. Getup -- familiar, down to the symbol. (How many times had he given them shit for having symbols?) But... when was the last time Karkat "Nooksniffer" Vantas was a troll?]

[The surprise only barely registered on his face; otherwise, it was just as annoyed as it had ever been. Though he had to admit; if this guy was somehow connected to Karkat, it would explain why he was having a big old hissy fit.]

Why should I?

Edited 2012-07-31 04:04 (UTC)

[ definitely a different Sollux. Karkat could tell just by looking. there's a little bit of disappointment, but other than that? who the fuck cares? Karkat gives no shits about alternates and doesn't really care about getting to know any of them. they aren't his friends, alive or dead, so why should he give two fucks about who they are and how they're different from the versions he is comfortable with?

he bares his teeth and growls. kicks the chair again. ]

It's clear from your vacant expression that you've been playing this panless drivel all fucking day. Time to give it up.

[ he will drop his movies in a heartbeat if he has to. just so he can snatch the controller out of those nub fingers. ]

Failure to comply is not an option, so just turn it over peacefully and shit doesn't have to hit the whirling device.

[...Sollux is deeply unsure of this development, for a lot of reasons. If he were ever to entertain the thought, just for a brief and delusional second, that Karkat Vantas could ever be a troll... and the very least wouldn't he have been a greenblood? Certainly, the color he had worn on his shirt was too bright to even come close to a blood color, but it wasn't... it wasn't red. Someone else had picked the red, scared the living shit out of him when he met her. And yet, there was clearly a grey circley whatever plastered right there on his chest.]

Oh fuck no. I am having the time of my goddamn life here, so you can take your-- [he takes a moment to check what's in Karkat's arms and nearly laughs, some things never change--] you can take your terrible romance movies and get out.

[Besides, Karkat. You of all people should know that failure to comply is never not an option.]

For your fucking information, I can't watch these flicks anywhere else but here or are you so freshly hatched out of your rotten goo filled eggsack that you didn't even explore the area upon arrival, Captor? While I admit that human romcoms are notoriously shitty and pale in comparison to our own cinematic masterpieces on Alternia, it's the only thing available to me and I'm going to take the opportunity to watch them when it is presented.

Which is now, so back the merry fuck off.

Are you kidding me? There has to be like forty floors in this tower [no, only thirty, but he's judging from how long the elevator ride took] and you're trying to tell me there is not one single place where you can find a freaking television? [No, he's definitely not unintentionally using the human names for things. That's not a thing that's happening. Not at all.]

[...But then, mercifully, he seems to calm down, sinking back into the couch and unpausing the game.] Besides, you had the golden opportunity smacking you around the head way before I got here, so shut up and sit down.

Forty floors and a large portion of them containing of creatures that would rather bite your tender numbs off than allow you a moment of fucking silence. This is the 'media room' for a reason, you slack jawed fuckwit.

[ Karkat doesn't miss how this Sollux isn't flipping shits. maybe no bipolar spasms? is that even a thing? he just eyes him for a bit, hmmmm-ing in a low tone.

he doesn't reply until after the other finishes speaking. ]

Golden opportunity my ass. Some of us have goddamn responsibilities to take care of. Unless you want a young subjuggulator going around, trying to get his miraculous murdermirth on, I suggest you not bring up all of the free time I have.

Last chance. Move it.

[It's hard to tell underneath the dark glasses, but one of Sollux's eyes actually twitches when Karkat mentions the Goddamn Responsibilities and the subjugglator. He very nearly runs into a wall on the game, too, but fortunately manages to get himself out of that sticky situation before he enters into another one. He falls back into third place, but continues playing as he talks to Karkat. And yes, this means that he's not going to give up the TV.]

Well then where's your little subjugglator friend right now? Shouldn't you be bothering his sorry ass instead of mine?

Because as much as I adore Gamzee, I do need some fucking "Me Time."

[ and that's all there is to say on the matter. Karkat's had enough of this shit. he marches over to the game system. know what he does next?

he hits the power button. ]

Oh fuck. Would you look at that? We have some power failure over here. Ain't that just a fucking shame.

Aww, liitle babykat just wants to--hey! What're you doing?!

[...Yeah nope it's gone. Sollux leaps to his feet. It's no use turning it back on now, since the data is already dead and gone, but it doesn't mean Karkat hasn't gone and pissed him off good. ...They'll be the best of friends.] Way to go, asshole! Do you pitch a fit when you don't get the last grubcookie, too?

[ meanwhile Karkat is rolling his eyes and setting things up to put his first movie in. ]

No, because it looks like you could use the last goddamn grubcookie. I'd ask if your Lusus ever taught you how to eat properly, but the answer to that is as clear as fucking moonlight. Bet I could punch you and break a rib or three. Or would you prefer two?

You just try, nookwhiff. [Sorry, Karkat. Even if he is still kind of a toothpick, this Sollux has actual fighting experience under his belt. Swords or throwing stars; pick your poison.]

[But at the end of the day, it looks like he really doesn't care that much about the game after all, as he goes to collect it from the console and put everything back the way he found it. Leave stuff unattended and you lose track of it. Actually, Sollux even contemplates sticking around to see what kind of juvenile trash they package as film in this tower... and maybe to see just how alike this suspiciously grey Karkat is.]

[ then give Karkat a moment to just... stare. sure he noticed the nice grey, but there's also a candy red Kanaya lurking about. has he met her in person? no, but he is aware she exists from the network. now he's left to wonder how much something like blood color can really change someone. this Captor isn't really flipping his shits and that is making Karkat so unsure on the inside.

so yeah, for the moment? Karkat is just eying suspiciously. ]

[You just wait, Karkat. You just wait.]

Well? [Sollux finishes putting his shit away and sinks back on the couch next to Karkat, arms folded and looking at him expectantly.] Are you going to have your 'me time' or what?

[ that certainly earns a frown. ]

Usually that time is spent to oneself. In other words, what the fuck are you doing still around?

[ seriously. you're freaking him out a bit. ]

Unless, of course, this particular iteration of Sollux Captor actually has changed his mind about the finer things in life: romcoms.

Look, you're the one who deprived me of my own 'me time'. I expect my money's worth. [His expression doesn't move an inch.]

You didn't spend any form of monetary unit to be here.

And once you've finished your three-part cinematic spectacular, I can drop back in to what I was doing and everything is just fine. [Yeah, no, he's mostly just being an asshole. But consider it a test, Karkat. You seem slightly more intelligent than the kind he's used to, and now he wants to see where all this goes.]

[ Karkat just shoots the other a nasty look and scoots to make a bit more room. to put some space between them. ]

You say one word about my movie choices and I swear, alternate version of my best friend or not, I will kick your ass so hard you'll have to walk on your fucking elbows...

[ and then he just is going to hit play. ]

Then again, they're going to be stupid. I know that already. Fucking humans and their one quadrant shit.

I am so fucking scared. [Seriously, when was the last time he'd seen Karkat not suck at fighting? Sollux couldn't remember. Though it probably had more to do with the fact that they were never near one another, it was easier to peg it on Karkat's lack of experience.]

[He rolls his eyes at Karkat's observation, though.] Yeah. I will never understand how their thinkpans could possibly believe that one quadrant would work. Probably explains why they're all so weak and stupid and survival-disinclined, at any rate.

I always chalked that up to the fact that they're coddled by their direct genetic donors...

Ah, fuck no. At least one of mine had his donors away all the time, wah wah for him, but he turned out just as bad as the rest of them -- if not worse. [The reason he remembered that... well, he had hoped for a fleeting moment that the asshole maybe knew how to deal? Of course, after about half a conversation he decided that Gamzee was just too nauseatingly nice to ever be on good terms with.]

Which one?

[ Karkat is curious, okok? ]

Makara. [Assuming the names haven't changed.]

[ hello. that's getting his attention. sitting forward now, Karkat raises a brow. ]

Just how the fuck did Gamzee go from troll to human?

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