towerofanimus | pull out the first cord

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pull out the first cord

Characters: Gamzee and YOU.
Setting: Over several floors. You can pick where you run into him.
Format: Starting in prose. Will match anything.
Summary: Gamzee wanders, believing he's attached to the machine again.
Warnings: Typical troll pottymouth + bonus. Also most of my icons are kinda cruddy placeholders right now.

It feels real enough. He'll give it that. But then, it had always felt real to him. There were times he wondered if he'd ever actually been removed from the program at all. Perhaps they'd just let him feel like he had while still keeping him securely under their control.

This was a little silly, though. Even for them.

Gamzee had found his clothes, changing into them gratefully as that tight white outfit just wouldn't fly. He even wore the straight jacket, buckles hanging loose and long sleeves falling past his hands as his arms hung at his sides. In a way, he likes what it stands for. And here even that is a small comfort.

Cal's arms are looped around his neck, tied in a simple knot so they stay in place, and the doll hangs down his back. His silent partner. He takes everything in as he quietly walks the halls. What's left of the sedatives from the ward make him appear a bit dazed, but they'll wear off soon enough.

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Gamzee doesn't notice right away, as he's already flipping back on his hands to dodge. The landing does seem a little further away than he'd expected, but he attributes that to his own shortcomings in this new... no, his real body.

"Think I can't handle some quick little motherfuckers?" Some of those imps had been quick, though thinking back now he couldn't recall any that had been particularly agile. They seemed designed to be easy to kill.

Enoch didn't seem to be fazed much by the hard landing, recovering and on his feet quickly.

"I had no way of knowing. There are creatures here faster than I am...be wary if you leave your room at night."

In all, though, he was impressed with Gamzee's ability so far. For a kid that young, he was very sure of himself.

"That right? Full on mother fucking nightmare type things, yeah? Seems kind of unoriginal."

If this is still in the program, which he has to keep reminding himself it is.

"You...don't want to learn through experience what makes them unique." There's a lapse in his tension, a clenching of his hands that holds no anger and a deeper breath than normal. He knew that would only fuel his curiosity. He had to know why, unpleasant as it is to recall. "Unless your world also has monsters that will flay you alive and leave you immobile and unable to bleed dry until some other monster comes to kill you."

Gamzee tilts his head a little, taking that description in. He doesn't think there were any imps like that, but then again it could have just been that they'd killed them too quickly to tell. He doubted it, though.

"Plenty wicked mean then, huh?" He shrugs. "Aight."

Of course this part of the program would up the ante on things like that. Couldn't go making it look like things would be just as easy.

He took that...well. Suddenly he really doesn't want to know what made those scars on his face.

He doesn't really answer, but the look on his face is one that hopes he managed to get the message across.

The boy gives another little tilt of his head.

"Didn't know if you wanted to go all the motherfuck on with this."

...Oh, the spar. Enoch rolls his shoulders and gets back into fighting stance.

"Right... Let's see your ability with your fists." He gestures for Gamzee to come at him with his forward hand.

"With my fists, huh?" Well, this is bound to look silly.

He does as he's asked, though, running at the blond to throw a wild swing with his arm and then another.

Enoch manages to block both punches, gauging their force.

"You do rely on your feet more, don't you?"

"I rely on weapons more. But I figure I got enough force all behind these legs I can be makin' some use of them."

He aims a backhanded swing with one arm.

Enoch huffs as it connects with his arm that comes up to block it; at the wrong angle - his timing was off.

"What kind of weapons?"

He aims a punch at Gamzee's side with his free arm, going beneath the blocking one.

Oof. That one hits, and Gamzee falls back with a frown.

"Blunt shit, mostly. Things what all you'd use to bash a motherfucker's skulltop in. But I could use anything." And he meant that in the most literal of terms, as his joker deck allowed him access to anyone's weapons.

Interesting. Blunt weapons when his legs were stronger than his arms? He was having a hard time forming an image of Gamzee's fighting style with all this. The kid probably used his speed and size to his advantage. Maybe his was a strategic approach...using momentum to make up for his relative lack of strength or focusing on known weak points like joints.

"I take it you mean you usually aim for the head?"

"What other point's a bro supposed to get his aim on for when bashing at things?"

He was honestly curious here. After all, it had been incredibly easy to just pop an imp on the head. They did have fairly large heads when compared to their body size, though. Simple targets.

"If you're using a weapon, I doubt you're merely sparring, so...it's all right to fight unfairly - a hit to the knees can stun or disable them if you've enough strength."

There was a pause to think. Enoch didn't like to think much about fighting with humans, and it was a matter of putting something that seemed common sense or intuition into words...

"...Elbows or hands are good targets, as well, if you can hit them."

...Was he telling him how to fight dirty? Ha. He'd give the program major points for effort on that one. Hell, he's surprised it's trying to teach him anything at all, so maybe this would all backfire.

Or maybe Dr. Cal was still finding a way to help him? The doll was silent, but who could say? No, he couldn't rely on thoughts like those.

"Yeah, I gotcha. I ain't completely being ignorant on the joint weaknesses of motherfuckers."

Enoch nodded. It did seem like something someone might pick up if they fought enough, but...for the boy's age, it was best to make sure. Now...tower survival, as long as they were on the subject of practical combat.

"There are monsters here you should avoid or kill immediately if you have the advantage. The dogs made of fire are indestructible. Water can slow them, but won't extinguish them. The...creatures with the long, dripping claws...I've only seen them at night, but don't let those claws touch you. And...if you see an odd mote of gray light, don't let it enter your body. It's a monster that will kill you from within."

This was more help he didn't expect from the program, and one could never be certain whether this sort of thing could even be considered help at all. There was just as good of a chance that these "monsters" were actually helpful, and avoiding them would actually makes things more difficult for him.

It was a hard call to make, so for right now he just continued to try and remember of it, for good or ill. He nodded his understanding and apparent gratitude.

"All three of those, I have only seen at night-... No. The mote of light may appear during the day. Its true form is that of a large round creature made of shadow. If you see it in this form, kill it before it can assume the form of light, or run."

Edited (Random style change wtf self) 2012-10-27 04:40 (UTC)

More nodding on Gamzee's part. Quite the helpful bro this was, lying or no. Granted, he looked incredibly honest, but he could never tell what to believe anymore.

"Noted and noted, brother."

Enoch seemed to relax a bit when Gamzee acknowledged him. "This place is more dangerous than it looks. ...Or perhaps it's just as dangerous, considering its state..."

That whale and its...passengers had certainly done quite a lot to this place...

"Ain't no place can ever be safe. I know how it all is, bro."

Or he assumed he did, anyway. This was just new paint on an old routine. It had to be. It might also be harder, but he'd figure out a way through it.

...It was true, to some degree. Earth inherently had its dangers, Heaven...well, he didn't remember Heaven, but did that really count? Meridian was the safest place he could remember, and it had a cosmic war going on...was it proper to call it "beneath the surface"?

But for a child to be saying something like that...

"It sounds as if you've led a hard life."

At that, Gamzee just shrugged. "No use getting our chat on all about that." Frankly, he didn't want to discuss it with someone he wasn't sure was real in the first place.

"We all got our problems, yeah?"

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