FIIRST GEAR ♊ savior of the waking world

[dubiousdisc]

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.

Comments

[papshooshing]

[ 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.

[dubiousdisc]

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.]

[papshooshing]

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

[dubiousdisc]

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.]

[papshooshing]

[ 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.

[dubiousdisc]

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.

[papshooshing]

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

[dubiousdisc]

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.]

[papshooshing]

Which one?

[ Karkat is curious, okok? ]

[dubiousdisc]

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

[papshooshing]

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

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

[dubiousdisc]

Same way you went from human to troll, presumably. [The look on his face is grade-A quality asshole.]

[papshooshing]

[ for that? the asshole gets a punch in the arm. ]

Fuck you. I have always been and will always be, a fierce and bloodthirsty troll.

[dubiousdisc]

Really? 'Cause last time I checked, Karkat Vantas was a weak, squishy, stupid human.

[papshooshing]

[ getting all up in your face now. ]

Do I fucking look weak and squishy?

[dubiousdisc]

Hmm... [Regardless of whether he does or not, Sollux makes a big show about trying to make a decision.]

[papshooshing]

Sollux motherfucking Captor, I will punch you in the bulge.

[dubiousdisc]

Oh shit, he's gonna punch me in the bulge! I've never had anyone do that before!

[papshooshing]

[ growling and

you guessed it

tackling! ]

[dubiousdisc]

[Oh that's funny.]

[He pauses the game immediately and drops the controller. The growl was his first sign. He probably shouldn't have been so worried, considering what a pushover Karkat was in his world -- but this was a troll attacking, not a stupid snot-nosed human. There's no way he can get out of this sinking couch in time to escape (and if he feels then Karkat might draw blood), so looks like he'll have to hold the bastard off.]

[So hold him off Sollux does. Karkat, in case his alternative skill set wasn't obvious yet, it is now; he attempts to grab your hands, and does so with a grip that does not imply he spends his nights coding in a dark room.]

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat makes a quick mental note. this Sollux? no powers. probably. hence the physical grabbing and not a mental one. it's a bit of a surprise, but nothing that can't be handles. besides, Karkat isn't really out to *maim* or *kill.* but he can get into a bit of a tiff. nothing wrong with that.

but if Sollux wants to grab hands, that's fine. it makes it easier for Karkat to dig nails into Captor's flesh. to find out just what shade this version blushes.

before trying to find a way to drive a knee into his gut. 8V ]

[dubiousdisc]

[Wow, fuck no.]

[Sollux realizes a moment too late what Karkat's motive was. He twists the Cancertroll's arms as hard as he can, attempting to use them as handles to toss Karkat off of him. Granted, the knee interrupts him, but only for a second; he still takes a moment to choke, and then continues with the original plan. If all goes well, the nubby bastard will be sent over his head and tumbling into the movie rack behind.]

[papshooshing]

[ that sure is the sound of Karkat hissing and losing balance. instead of rolling off in the direction Sollux would like, it's more like off to the side. but Karkat isn't going down alone oh no no no.

he's hooking a leg around Captor's and taking the little fuck with him. D< ]

[dubiousdisc]

[ATHHOLE--]

[Sollux does not try to stay on the couch, because it really means nothing in the long run. Instead, he uses the fall to his advantage. With legs now free to move about, he delivers a kick of his own to Karkat's stomach.]

[papshooshing]

[ the lost of air comes out as a choke coupled with a wheeze. Karkat will give credit to this Sollux. definitely knows how to rough it up a bit. with weapons, it might have actually have been interesting.

Karkat twists his arms a bit to relieve the pressure, using the force to draw in Sollux and crash their skulls together. maybe it'll knock off those stupid douchey sunglasses. ]