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]

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. ]

[dubiousdisc]

[Bitch, please. These sunglasses are not going anywhere.]

[Even though he knows better, Sollux curses loudly when their skulls are crushed together. And when he suddenly has trouble breathing out of one nostril and not the other, he's done with cursing, mostly because his OHSHITometer has gone into overdrive and he needs to get out of there right now.]

[...Or punch Karkat in the face. That's cool too. YOU'RE HIDING SOMETHING UNDER THERE, MOTHERFUCKER--]

[papshooshing]

[ Sollux isn't the only one cursing. Karkat can't get out of the way of that punch in time. not with how they're kind of tangled. immediately he swears, hands tearing away from Sollux to hold cover his mouth. grubfucker knocked out a tooth! then there go the legs, kicking and his body's twisting to scramble to get away. his mind is panicking. telling him to get the fuck out.

so that's what he's trying to do. get away without spitting the thing out and laying his secrets out bare for this shit head to see. ]

[dubiousdisc]

[Good, then they've both got the same idea. Sollux doesn't slap a hand to his nose or anything, it'll only get the blood there, and when he needs to take it out again that'll be a real mess. So he rolls around, facing away from Karkat, and -- oh god. He already got that mutant swill on his hands. God knows how, he was sure that he didn't touch his nose. Did it just drip on there and smear...?]

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat is rolling to sit up when he sees it to. droplets of red on his shirt. he mentally curses, head titling a bit behind him to see if the other hand seen. because it could be problematic otherwise, right? he needs to leave. now. it's probably too late because when the others head clears, there will be rage.

he's trying to get up, hand smudging more bright red into the carpet so he can get to his feet.

just go. that's all he has to do. get out the door before the other troll comes to his senses. ]

[dubiousdisc]

[...It's the carpet.]

[The carpet explains it all. There's only red there, lots and lots of red. And he knows for a fact that punch connected. Karkat has to get past him to get to the staircase. Sollux stands up and turns around, marveling at the mess 'he' had created on the pristine cream-colored carpet.]

[And then his eyes move up.]

[Welp.]

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat freezes, like a deer in the headlights. but this isn't because Sollux had caught him. it's because all that Karakat can focus on is the red. bright red. a blood color he should have guessed at, considering the gray symbol. his hands are pulling away from his mouth, also holding that disgusting shade from a busted lip.

he squints, as if he doesn't believe it. asking 'well now what' without any words. ]

[dubiousdisc]

[He... he'd tell you if he knew.]

[The two of them stand in very much the same position for several minutes, just... taking in the sight of it. He should have known -- Karkat Vantas was such a monumental screw-up, in every universe, that he would forget to change his blood color from one species to another. He hadn't been allowed to look surprised when the humans bled; the fact that they spewed such colors on a regular basis was not news to any of them, but when he saw it for the first time in person, there had been other people around. He had to lineface, as usual, only raising his eyebrows.]

[But now? They're alone. A couple of shithead mutants standing alone.]

...Fuck, we need to get rid of this carpet.

[papshooshing]

[ that snaps him out of it. the carpet. tell tale - wait.

Karkat takes a moment to pluck the tooth out of his mouth. then spits the mess on the carpet. ]

Says who? The only beings here that don't bleed red are the other trolls. Who the fuck is going to know that it was a couple of trolls that roughed each other up? Anyone could have been responsible for this shitacular mess.

We will just have to keep our heads low until your nose and my lip heal.