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towerofanimus2012-12-01 08:55 am
gloomyapoplectic) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-01 08:55 am
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Characters: [AU1] Kanaya Maryam and you!
Setting: Floor 48, the graveyard floor, forward-dated to Dec. 2nd
Format: Starting action, but I'll change to match you! c:
Summary: Kanaya has some friends to say good-bye to.
Warnings: Language and mentions of character death. Par for the course with a Homestuck in Animus.
[Snow has already begun to fall and accumulate on the ground on this floor by the time Kanaya begins her journey through it. She's bundled -- or as bundled as she can be, with bits of her Hemobiologist garb slapped on underneath her usual coat and skirt.
The way her ratty cape flutters at her neck, she almost feels like she's back in her Land.
Kanaya's time here is divided and devoted to a handful of the graves. At some, she pens a message in the snow with her claw, to the best of her ability. To the Signless and the Dolorosa: Thank You. To the very first nullblood Karkat that she met: I Hope Youre Safe. To the Feferi of her universe: I Wish It Had Happened Differently.
On others, she leaves tokens. A simple swatch of bright red cloth for the alpha Terezi. A square of jade with her symbol embroidered messily on it for the alpha Kanaya. She has no offering for the alpha Vriska, but she does not have words, either. She instead settles for a crude representation of a spider in the snow.
A visitor could find her at any one of these graves. Or, most likely, they could find her at the last grave she will visit, kneeling silently before the more recent headstone of one brown-blooded Vriska Serket with not a word or a token to her name.]
Setting: Floor 48, the graveyard floor, forward-dated to Dec. 2nd
Format: Starting action, but I'll change to match you! c:
Summary: Kanaya has some friends to say good-bye to.
Warnings: Language and mentions of character death. Par for the course with a Homestuck in Animus.
[Snow has already begun to fall and accumulate on the ground on this floor by the time Kanaya begins her journey through it. She's bundled -- or as bundled as she can be, with bits of her Hemobiologist garb slapped on underneath her usual coat and skirt.
The way her ratty cape flutters at her neck, she almost feels like she's back in her Land.
Kanaya's time here is divided and devoted to a handful of the graves. At some, she pens a message in the snow with her claw, to the best of her ability. To the Signless and the Dolorosa: Thank You. To the very first nullblood Karkat that she met: I Hope Youre Safe. To the Feferi of her universe: I Wish It Had Happened Differently.
On others, she leaves tokens. A simple swatch of bright red cloth for the alpha Terezi. A square of jade with her symbol embroidered messily on it for the alpha Kanaya. She has no offering for the alpha Vriska, but she does not have words, either. She instead settles for a crude representation of a spider in the snow.
A visitor could find her at any one of these graves. Or, most likely, they could find her at the last grave she will visit, kneeling silently before the more recent headstone of one brown-blooded Vriska Serket with not a word or a token to her name.]
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[She's on the defensive, and it's obvious from her tone. She's just trying to get over all this shit that's been weighing her down for over half a sweep now.
She'll probably never see any of these people again, so what else can she do?]
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[He couldn't sound more disdainful if he actually tried to put an inflection on the words, the deadpan alone was dismissive. He snorted, pushing away from the stone, walking past her towards the staircase.]
You're a joke.
[The snide remark, delivered just as he walked past her, sneer slowly bleeding into his face.]
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It takes a second to sink in. By the time it does, Eridan is almost past her.
And then it hits her, the boiling anger at him having the shame globes to say something like that to her in this place. She can feel her heart begin to race as she turns on her heel to roughly take hold of his shoulder -- rougher than necessary to keep him from leaving, but the rage is coming up fast and she doesn't feel charitable enough to try and stop it.]
Are you ever going to tell me what I did to you?!
[For months he has been avoiding her, ever since that first debacle between him and Karkat, and she doesn't fucking understand.]
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Get your hands off me.
[The safe clicks off.]
Now.
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Fear shoots through her in a cold spike. She only lets go because it's a reflex, but her fingers curl in offensive intent. She doesn't so much state her next argument as she does snarl it.]
I don't understand!
[She should say a lot more -- explain herself, maybe -- but she's not in a frame of mind to be that eloquent. She just repeats her previous sentence; the tears are as much in her voice as they are in her eyes.]
I don't understand, what did I do?
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[Eridan snarls with all his teeth.]
You want fucking closure, but you won't even fucking bother to talk about it, because you don't fucking care about what really happened, do you? That's not closure, that's covering your fucking eyes and embracing denial so you don't ever have to wonder if you what you did was wrong or not.
[He sneers.]
What did you do? Nothing, Maryam. You did absolutely, fucking jackshit, which is exactly what you've always done. You didn't ask Karkat for answers, and you didn't ask me either. It's that much easier, isn't it? To sit back and be the victim. Like it's my fucking fault you don't understand. Like somehow you're entitled to have the answers delivered to you even if you're too much of a fucking coward to ask the questions. Fuck that. And fuck you too.
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She's done with words.
She lunges with complete disregard to her own well-being, fangs bared and claws brandished with full intent to remove Eridan's face from the rest of his head.]
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[At the last moment, he shifts the rifle, so rather than shoot her, he uses it to try and parry the incoming attack. Not that it helps any, considering she's so fucking strong.]
Act like a fucking animal, Maryam, that'll sure as fuck will solve everything. What are you going to do, cull me so you get your precious fucking closure?
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Her arms collide with the rifle, but her inertia throws the whole of her body weight against it. The logical response to this would be to aim somewhere else. However, she's so fixated on his face that all she tries to do is reach around the rifle.]
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Eridan lands on his back with a wheeze, air forcefully shoved out of his lungs, and keeps trying to block those claws with the rifle, one leg coming up to at least keep her from smothering him.]
You're such a damn fine piece of art.
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Graceful.
The impact is met with a hiss, disorienting enough that her hands alternately slacken and tense without actually trying to rip Eridan to ribbons for just a moment.]