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towerofanimus2012-12-12 08:33 pm
glowsferatu) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-12 08:33 pm
[OPEN] standing dumb in the light
WHO: Kanaya Maryam and YOU!
WHERE: Dormitory levels
WHAT: Kanaya wakes up, she is not at all fond of her circumstances. And so the Tower receives a glowing alien girl conspicuously and shiveringly sneaking through the hallway.
HOW: Action
[ thirty seconds of sleep paralysis is a hell of an introduction to a new setting. by the time it's worn off, kanaya has found plenty of time to begin panicking. it doesn't look like any memory she's ever had, so the most reasonable explanation is that it must be someone else's. it's a dream bubble, right? it has to be. that doesn't explain the collar. something is wrong here. who put her in this ugly jumpsuit? who would even make such an ugly outfit?
once she's on her feet, she spares a moment to wonder if she should make the bed before deciding that there are bigger problems at hand, and ends up missing her introduction letters in the process. she elects to sneak out into the hallway instead, only to find it's cold. unreasonably cold, especially in this miserable outfit. her best hope is to keep moving, see if the bubble doesn't change if she does, stopping at each corner to peek around it. you never know what you might encounter in these things. ]
WHERE: Dormitory levels
WHAT: Kanaya wakes up, she is not at all fond of her circumstances. And so the Tower receives a glowing alien girl conspicuously and shiveringly sneaking through the hallway.
HOW: Action
[ thirty seconds of sleep paralysis is a hell of an introduction to a new setting. by the time it's worn off, kanaya has found plenty of time to begin panicking. it doesn't look like any memory she's ever had, so the most reasonable explanation is that it must be someone else's. it's a dream bubble, right? it has to be. that doesn't explain the collar. something is wrong here. who put her in this ugly jumpsuit? who would even make such an ugly outfit?
once she's on her feet, she spares a moment to wonder if she should make the bed before deciding that there are bigger problems at hand, and ends up missing her introduction letters in the process. she elects to sneak out into the hallway instead, only to find it's cold. unreasonably cold, especially in this miserable outfit. her best hope is to keep moving, see if the bubble doesn't change if she does, stopping at each corner to peek around it. you never know what you might encounter in these things. ]
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[ well would you look who it is? after a year of fruitless searching, he suddenly reveals himself of his own accord! much as she may respect this sudden desire to eschew cowardice, she's not about to let the opportunity slip past her, either.
she hunches her shoulders immediately, assuming a more battle-ready stance, then reaches out her hand to accept her weapon, only to find nothing happening. okay she knows it should be there, what is the deal? where is her sylladex at all, for that matter?
she would pat her pockets, but she doesn't have any. these aren't her regular clothes, and even if they were those wouldn't have pockets either. really the whole pocket-patting instinct is entirely absurd to begin with, so she just dismisses it instead. she took him barehanded last time, she should be able to do so again. ]
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Motherfucking me.
[A crooked-toothed grin spread across that painted face as he watched her discover (quite belatedly, in fact) that her sylladex was gone.]
Motherfuckin' me, motherfuckin' you. Being all kinds of fucking glad we all could be gettin' them mother fucking introductories out of the way like that.
[He turned himself to face her, still keeping his posture as relaxed as he could without leaving himself totally defenseless. She was obviously from a point in time he was not, and even if she was a jadeblood, he couldn't be sure she actually came from his universe. Although, given what information Karkat had revealed to him about how shit went down for everyone back in the Veil, he was pretty sure he had some idea of why she was so confrontational.]
[He liked it.]
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[ no karkat around to dissuade her, he's made no move to escape. if she waits until she's properly armed, she may miss her chance. nothing to it but to do it.
so she charges in at blinding speed with a fist aimed at his gut, maybe a bit quicker than he might expect. ]
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[Good thing he was sharp today. Good thing he hadn't dulled himself stupid, to the point of getting his shit wrecked without getting a chance to blink. Despite not being quick enough to evade her first attack, and having most of the oxygen ripped from him like someone had shoved an industrial-sized vacuum down his throat, Gamzee used the momentum from his spine hitting the edge of the desk to propel himself back at Kanaya. He was unarmed, as well. Fuck, he should know better by now. His hands were burnt and still healing, but he'd have to use them anyway - it was easy to get past the pain, or at least use it to fuel him. He'd try to avoid it for as long as he could.]
[Gamzee bent himself slightly, intending to ram his shoulder into her solar plexus. This position was advantageous for a couple of reasons. If his hit connected, it was to a vital area, had a good chance of knocking her off-balance from the force, and it happened to aim his dangerous horns directly at her disgusting face.]
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she takes the shoulder to the chest and goes down with him on top, having to think quickly to respond. so she digs her fingers his back and brings up her knee for the closest vital area she can strike. ]
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[He could feel the bile rising in his throat, he was coughing out pained gasps and focusing as hard as he could on keeping Kanaya pinned down, his forearm across her chest. Blinded by the pain, he could not let a kick in the balls forfeit this entire encounter for him. He curled and slammed a fist down, fueled with all of the resentment from his nuts and aimed for her face.]
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when she finally rolls her head back up to face him, it's to spit some of the blood that's collected in her mouth at him. she then grabs his arm with her hands in an attempt to pry him off while repeating that bulge-check with her knee, but now she does it three times in rapid succession.
she's getting out of this even if she has to tear him apart with her bare hands. ]
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[FUCK!!!]
[For fuck's sake, it felt like someone had put his crotch and his brain into a fucking blender. He was gonna puke. He was gonna fucking puke all over this bitch and it was gonna be her own damn fault. Kanaya's attack had succeeded in getting him to retreat, practically leaping to his feet and away from the assault. He staggered back a ways, clutching his junk like it was going to fall right off, keeping eye contact all the while. Even (especially) if he was at a disadvantageous position, he could never let his guard down.]
[Time to stall. Time to concentrate on not throwing up or bawling uncontrollably or something equally as shameful but more than par for the course after you'd just gotten your goods annihilated. He sucked in a breath, almost choking on it.]
Bitch!!! Filthy, moldblooded, motherfucking cunt!!!
[He was prepared for another attack, even if he wasn't prepared at all. In the meantime, he would drop obscenities like they were going out of motherfucking style.]
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slowly, menacingly, she approaches, her shoulders hunched and her hands clawed at her sides.
her purpose is clear, and she takes to it single-mindedly. her pace quickens before she enters his armspan, hands shooting for his neck. her thumbs will digging in his windpipe they connect. ]