towerofanimus | 001; nope nope nope

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001; nope nope nope

Characters: Sollux and Fushimi, then later Sollux and YOU!
Setting: Room 2-18 and environs
Format: Action tag for the bit with Fushimi; I'd prefer it but I'll match for the open portion
Summary: The two new people in room 2-18 wake up and get acquainted. Then Sollux goes on a Karkat Hunt.
Warnings: Probably cursing. Possibly talk of death/wanting to die.

[For Fushimi]

[By the time Fushimi awakes, Sollux has been conscious for a good twenty minutes. It's clear that he's found the notes explaining his situation because his assigned section of the room looks like it's been ransacked. The bed has been stripped and the sheets are in a pile on the floor, along with the pillow, which has a few punctures in it (the problem with screaming into a pillow when you're a troll with already-prominent fangs is that you tend to leave holes). Sollux is now sitting on the edge of the stripped bed, head in his hands.]

Thith ith fucking thtupid. I didn't do anything wrong.

[He hasn't yet noticed he has conscious company.]

[Open]

[Clearly the only way to get a better handle on this steaming load of bullshit is to explore. The more he knows about where he is the more he'll be able to understand about why he's there.

Really, though, he's searching for someone specific. It's awful to hope that he's here, Sollux knows, because that would mean that he too was undeserving of happiness, and Sollux refuses to believe that. Karkat was a wonderful troll, the best troll. Still, he needs a moirail something fierce right now, even if he knows it's pathetic and selfish. He's wandering around the second dormitory floor, hoping that perhaps if he shouts loud enough it'll manage to summon the loud little tealblood.]

KK? KK!

[He looks a wreck, his messy hair even more wild than normal, the makeup around his eyes smeared. If anyone ever needed to be told to calm his ass down, it's this guy.]

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[He was actually on his way to the first floor when he hears yelling. He's not exactly sure why someone would yell "kay" over and over, but whoever it is sounds distressed. Even if he's not as nice as Signless, he's not enough of an asshole to not help when he can.

Then he sees...himself. But with indigo blood because there's no mistaking that color and nobody else really wears horrendous face paint like that do. Of course, it's more likely actually his descendant because even though he's taller then him, he looks young.

What was his name again....Sol something, right?]

Tholluckth?

[Sollux rounds on the person who knows his name. Someone familiar, even if it's not Karkat, would be better than nothing.]

Holy fuck, yeth, I --

[A lowblood? A lowblood with the Captor horns and sign? A lowblood Highblood, because who else could he be: even if he's far too short, he's certainly no six-sweep-old. Instantly his demeanor changes from one of worry and distress to one of aggression.]

Who the fuck are you?

[If it were any other indigo (or...any adult indigo), he would have flinched or fled. But this is just a kid, and a kid who shares his features.

So he feels 100% okay in standing his ground, because he's not going to be afraid of some wiggler.]

I'm the Pthiioniic, an alternate verthion of your anthethtor.

[Sollux laughs, a short, sharp laugh that makes it clear he's not really amused so much as worried.]

That'th thtupid. That ith definitely not even clothe to how that workth. Like, that ith tho far from how that workth that it ith on the other thide of the fucking moonth.

[Eyebrows raising up his forehead.]

How would you know how it doeth or doethn't work? I've been here longer then you. Pluth, you know, I'm older. I know more about thethe things.

Hey, are ya lost?

[A metallic girl with a folded axe at her back walked over to Sollux, red eyes curious and a little concerned. She didn't seem too thrown off by 'holy shit it's a troll'--she already knew Feferi, after all.]

D'you need some help?

[Oh, ew, another strange 'human' shaped thing. Sollux sighs loudly through his nose.]

Holy thit, everyone in this place ith an idiot. I have no idea where I am so yeth, I'm lotht, and I have no idea how you'd help me tho no, I don't need help. Unleth you've got a magical Karkat Vantath locator hidden thomewhere in that thtupid outfit.

Outfit?

[She looked over her uniform and arms in confusion before tilting her head back at Sollux.]

I dunno what you mean--usually people ask me why I'm made outta metal, not about my clothes.

Look, one thing at a time. Metal limbth, yeah, okay, I've theen that before. Outfith that would make even the fucking Condeth herthelf thay 'no, no, that'th way too much', not tho much.

[His kismesis has a metal arm, after all. A human with an all-metal body, not so strange. Schoolgirl uniforms in a society that's very anti-fashion? A bit weirder.]

I'm sorry, I ain't really gettin' it. D'you mean this?

[She lightly tugged at the collar of her uniform, confused.]

It's kinda common where I come from. You ain't seen a school uniform before?

[KK. There was only one troll in the universe who abbreviated names like that. Feferi couldn't honestly say how she felt about Sollux being there - it was a complication, in what was already a complicated month - but she wasn't going to be a jerk and not say anything at all. She might be feeling jumbled up about things, but she wasn't going to ignore him.

She doesn't see him right away, when she calls his name.]

Sollux? It's Feferi, where are you? Karkat's here, I'll help you track him down, just -

[...just stay where you are, she was going to say, before turning the corner and seeing him. She was expecting her universe's Sollux, despite the yelling. The makeup is a surprise, to say the least.]

[Sollux doesn't know Feferi -- his Feferi -- all that well; he keeps his contact with her to a minimum because of her status and because she's the crazy troll who got Karkat hooked on that 'gentle culling' hoofbeastshit. He can't say he's excited that it's her of all trolls he's going to have to deal with, but if she knows where Karkat is, he'll follow her to the moons and back.

Only they're destroyed so whatever.

And, he finds as she rounds the corner, this is not his Feferi. His first response is to put up his defenses, to get angry and aggressive, but she's a seadweller and the mixed signals are too much.]

... Fffffuck.

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[She's thinking pretty much the exact same thing at the moment he says it, though she doesn't actually say it. To say that the Tower is good to highbloods is the biggest lie in the world, considering that out of all of them from her universe? The one who flipped out and killed two trolls and blinded a third before getting sawed in half is the most stable at the moment.]

I'm going to make a wild guess and say that I'm not your Feferi, and that yours isn't a seadweller, and you want to know what the deal is with that?

...Yeth.

[Is it good form to tell an Heiress that the her you're familiar with is an anonymous-probably-lowblood weirdo that most people in your friendgroup walk on eggshells with for fear of Empire retribution?

He figures it's not.]

[This one would have been delighted, to tell the truth.]

Okay. First of all? This plaice is just called the Tower. It pulls people in from all kinds of universes, all kinds of timelines, all of that. It claims to pull only one person in from each universe, but considering I know a jadeblooded Eridan plus the purpleblood from my own universe, a yellowblooded Equius, one indigo and one human Gamzee, and several different versions of the kids we've been trolling, and some of us remember the same things in bassically the same order? I think it just yanks people from different points on the timeline and calls that 'different universes'.

Anemoneway. There's a group of admins in charge. Going from most to least douchey, they're called Jason, Ruana, Riki, Dax, and Zo. They take turns on whose turn it is to run the plaice, but either way, it means we all get to run the risk of being experimented on, treated like pawns in a game, having our heads messed with, or other stuff. Not to mention the monsters and death traps scattered about each floor.

[Alternate universes. Sollux makes a face. He's more inclined to believe a Feferi, even if it's not at all the Feferi he knows, than some pissblood upstart not-Highblood.]

Tho. Bathically the thittietht pothible purgatory. Fucking great. I gueth you've been here for a while?

Too long. Almost half a sweep. And this month has sucked almost more than any of them. Not because of you, mind, but because - this place takes a hell of a lot. But sometimes you meet someone that's just special. And it hurts that much more when this fucking tower takes them away.

Sorry. Getting my issues on you.

[ today is a media room day. Karkat wants to stay away from the additional faces for a little bit. to be honest, he's a little jealous. THEY don't get collared. THEIR shit probably works - powers, technology, what have you. yet his fetch modus is useless. he even has to carry his sickle around. it's a pain.

the video games that they have here aren't the best. but that doesn't mean Karkat isn't still yelling at the screen with all that he has in him. he's the raging sort of gamer, even threatening to throw the controller at the screen and break everything in the process.

it's the sound of a familiar voice that causes him to pause. Karkat knows the voice of his best friend like the back of his hand. but when did he get here? is it even the right one.

Karkat turns around in the couch, biting his lip. does he reply or...

aw what the fuck. he knows that answer already. ]

I'm over here, Captor you putrid waste of space!

[ please oh please be the right one... ]

[Oh thank god. He's here. That's awful. He's here. That's wonderful. He's here. Why are you happy about it, you piece of shit. But he's here!]

Oh thank fuck, KK, I've been all over thith bulgefuck ridiculouth tower looking for you and I've been having the wortht--

[Oh.

Oh, dammit.]

... Are you fucking theriouth. Are you not my KK or are you jutht dretthed like a greybitch in tholidarity with your weird little heretic anonchum?

[Please be the second one.]

[ this is the sound of Karkat's head meeting the couch with a groaning explicative from his lips. ]

Of fucking course it's like this.

[ an indigo. why, of all things, an indigo? this is stupid. Karkat peers over the edge, glaring. ]

Keep your lisping, clown painted shame globes in your pants before you burst one. That what this Tower does, snatch people up from all across time and space. So no, I'm not the Karkat that you know. Which also means you're not the Captor I was hoping for.

[ turns his self around and slumps. ]

Unless the Karkat you're looking for is Cerulean blooded, then your Karkat's not here.

Oh, wow, fuck, thorry I'm not the Captor you wanted, you nookthniffing jerk.

[It's painfully easy to tell under the sarcasm that Sollux is in actual emotional distress. His voice sounds oddly strained.]

If it'th any contholation to your poor dithappointed little nubth, I don't want to be here. In fact, you know what? I would rather you thtuck one of your fucking thickleth up my nothe and twithted it than be in thith thithole!

[He flops melodramatically over the back of the couch.]

Well sorry yourself for not being the Karkat you want, shitmuffin. While I would love to oblige such a thpethific request, it wouldn't bring you much pleasure. The admins would just bring me back and I'd hate to leave a nice bloody mess all over this fucking floor again.

[ he turns to look at the indigo. really? you're going to flop there anyway?

indigos... ]

None of us want to be here. Is your thinkpan so far gone already that you honestly believe that any of us would willingly choose this festering Tower? Really?

[ Karkat goes back to playing his game, biting his lip a second before continuing. ]

Now either leave me the fuck alone or sit on this thing proper and actually talk. I have two functional spongeclots and listening to indigo bloods spew feelings everywhere like they've contracted some kind of stomach virus is an unfortunate pastime of mine.

[Sollux glares at this Karkat -- not his Karkat, but a Karkat, and minus the awful grey on gray pattern pants, even -- but eventually clambers down to sit on the couch proper. He draws his long gangly legs up against his chest and presses his chin to the top of his knees.]

I know it ith, that'th why I wanted to find my you in the firtht place, but if I don't get to have a moirail in this thithole I gueth jutht thpewing at you inthtead will do. Thince you're offering to get thpewed on.

[It feels weird, accepting the offer for what amounts to pale cheating with someone who's still sort of his moirail, but he's desperate and there's too much he needs to talk about.]

Jutht... fuck. I thould be dead. That wath thuppothed to be my reward. How the fuck did everyone elthe detherve that but not me?

[ Karkat sets aside the controller, leaning on the arm of the couch. at first he rolls his eyes. sounds like typical Captor mutterings under stress, but he has no real basis for comparison. ]

And mine isn't particularly the jealous kind... Unless I'm chatting it up with a certain jade blooded Ampora and a human version of himself.

[ only the human Gamzee might be out of some jealousy. Eridan because they like to see who can bleed the most before one of them passes out. ]

Now why should you be dead? How the hell is that any sort of reward, dummy?

Fuck, let me gueth, you don't have a Highblood in whatever nookbackwardth Alternia you're from. Tho you don't know, but whatever, the point ith that he predicted thith whole end of the world thit. Thaid it wath going to be the final end to all thuffering and pain and that only trollth that detherved peace would get it and the retht would be curthed into limbo and yeah, what the fuck ever, it wath probably just Empire propoganda only no wait it totally fucking wathn't!

[He takes a deep shuddering breath, hugging his knees tighter.]

And out of all the trollth in my whole fucking thit-thtain of a univerth, I'm apparently the only one who wathn't good enough to get a little peace, which ith bullthit becauth I'm hith motherfucking dethendant and I've been the motht devout out of every one and I've done everything they ever fucking told me to do but, whatever, it doethn't matter, Tholluckth Captor jutht doethn't detherve happineth, I thouldn't even fucking be thurprithed.

[ cue the staring. because he is going to do that for all of five minutes. ]

Uh... That's not exactly what the Grand Highblood and others that follow the clownish cult belief system do things. They cause terror and fear in order to keep the lower castes under the claw of the Empress.

If anyone predicted the end of the world, in my timeline, it was unfortunately... My ancestor. Not that end of the world was even accurate, as we caused the end of two universes by playing some dumbass game...

[ hakes his head. tangent. stop doing that. ]

Point is, you weren't left behind or any dumb shit like that. Even though they tell us that our worlds are destroyed... There's no way of know for absolutely certain. Don't panic yet.

[Sollux laughs hollowly. His voice still sounds tense and strained but he doesn't seem likely to explode, which is a good sign. Even the wrong Karkat is better than no Karkat, it seems (Karkat, you just have magic power over indigos).]

Well, I mean, fuck, like I thaid, I thought it wath jutht Empire propaganda in the firtht place even if the Highblood wath mothtly jutht a walking terror machine who thought he knew more than he did. We Captorth feel death coming but, fuck, how the hell would he know when the end of the fucking univerth wath going to be? The cult wathn't dumb enough to be bathed on clownth, but it thtill maketh thenthe that I'd be thkptical.

Maybe that'th why I'm here. Becauth my idiot Karkat had to go and make me doubt like hith thtupid turncoat heretic dumbfuck ancethtor made everyone doubt the Empire before he got culled.

[He tilts his head back; it thumps against the back of the couch.]

Thith ith tho fucked up.

No argument there. Everything is pretty fucked up.

[ either that or Karkat just befriends Captors well enough. ]

Though my ancestor fucking up seems to be a universal constant. Good to know.

Yeah, well, he wath really thtupid about it. Thould have known when you're the Condeth'th motht truthted advithor you get all kindth of extra prethure on you waiting for you to fuck up. How he thought he wouldn't get caught I theriouthly don't know. Honethtly jutht getting hith thtupid head cut off wath a pretty tame punithment.

At leatht my ancethtor being a gigantic bulgenub ith altho a univerthal conthtant, apparently.

[He makes a face.]

The guy must have a completely rotted pan to think that he wouldn't get caught. Also, what the shit, dude... You're the most trusted adviser and you want to blow that position? Really? Dude must have gotten what was coming to him for that. Some of us with this shitty symbol could only dream about being that fortunate.

[ Karkat cringes at the thought of the Psiionic and what the dude must have gone through. however, the one that he had met seemed functional enough... ]

But you don't have powers? How can he be a light fixture without them?

Yeah, well, revolution maketh trollth even more nookbackwardth than uthual, I gueth. Even the oneth that are thuppothed to be thmart.

And he ithn't a light fixture like the grody pithblood verthion you probably know here, he'th the fucking Highblood which meanth he'th awful but at leatht he getth thit done. Fuck, KK, I theriouthly jutht told you about thith, keep up.

The lisping is, as always, such a huge distraction that I couldn't possible retain all that information. Too busy watching the spittle fly and being on alert in the case that I need to dodge incoming projectiles.

[Moirail problems? Oh yeah, man, he can relate.]

[In the meantime, enjoy the yellowblood hanging around on one of the Floor Four sofas. He has a toolbox open off to the side, and seems to be tinkering with something small and mechanical. Occasionally one can hear little mechanical clicks which definitely didn't come from him. It's really intense work, and there's no telling how long he's been here working on this thing, but of course that's why he jumps and nearly drops the damn thing when someone else walks in shouting things that he doesn't understand.]

[...Oh no, wait, yes he does. KK. That's a Sollux thing. Without looking up or stopping his work on the little whatever-it-is, Equius speaks in a quiet voice:]

There are no Karkats here, sorry...

[By this point, Sollux has spoken to Feferi and a few others, and he's got some idea of how bullshit bananas this place is and how nobody he knows is going to be here in the way he remembers them unless he's exceptionally lucky. It's still reassuring to see and Equius who's still a lowblood, even if he's off a shade.]

No thit, dumbfuck, unleth you've got one hidden up your nook I don't thee any.

[Sorry, Equius. It's more his own frustration over this Karkat hunt so far being fruitless than it is a reflection on his feelings toward you (which are pretty indifferent).]

[Oh no, really, that's okay. Equius doesn't mind. He's used to it. But now he's curious; this Sollux doesn't seem very much different, so maybe it is the original? That wouldn't be too bad, having another yellowblood in the Tower, even if said yellowblood was superior to him in every conceivable way.]

I don't know, I just thought I'd save you the--

[ ... ]

[That's an indigo.]

[Okay, so there are a lot of things Equius can tolerate in a troll. He's good like that. He's in quadrants with some of the most unstable people he knows. But there's one thing he cannot deal with, by virtue of association, and that is being an indigo. His demeanour changes immediately; the wide-eyed look he tends to assume around people turns to a hard stare, and he ever-so-casually sets the little thing down. There are several things he's taken to carrying around the Tower out of habit, and the bow and sheath of arrows sitting on his other side are some of them.]

[Still, not going to attack yet. If he provokes, though...]

*What the...oh man. Is this a newcomer? This is the worst reaction he's seen of one...*

Ah...if...if you're looking for someone in particular it's best to ask directly...

And who the fuck am I thuppothed to athk?

Anyone. Describe the person you're looking for. Or...if you know their real name *Since that sounded like an alias or a nickname.* look for it on the plates outside the doors. If you'd like, I can help you search...

[Eridan has been in the tower far too long to let shit get to him all that much. So yeah. Indigo!Sollux. Why the fuck not. At least it wasn't Sollux and Captor, from back home. Lord knows the Tower doesn't need another seadweller douchefins. So he merely stares a little at the highblood.]

Easier if you just look for him in his room, y'know.

Oh wow, fuck, thankth, that would be great advithe only I don't know where hith fucking room ith, dumbthit!

[Just like an Eridan, any Eridan, to be the most unhelpful jerk in the room. At least this one's still in the green spectrum so Sollux is a lot less confused than he might be by, say, canon flavor Eridan.]

01-12, 03-08, Captor.

[Eridan rolled his eyes.]

Which, if you weren't panicking like a grubfucking wiggler, you might have figured out on your own.

[He pointed a claw at the small plaques outside each room, where the names of every person in it was written out clearly.]

...you might still want to stop panicking like a grubfucking wiggler, though, because unless you've decided to revolutionize yellowblood fashion standards, the Karkat from your world ain't here.

[He shrugs.]

Sorry.

[It was not cold. There was no snow. He was not outside, awaiting orders. To say Fushimi found this all to be very jarring was an understatement. He did a quick mental check. Last thing remembered? Scepter 4's attempts to restrain Suoh Mikoto failed horribly, Homra moved on to attack Ashinaka High--yes. But neither of those events should have led to wherever this was. Whatever this was.

He glanced at the mess on the other side of the room, at the strange person sitting on the other bed, not quite believing his eyes for a lot of reasons. And that was a person, wasn't it. It was saying something, at least.

Fushimi put his head back down and pinched the bridge of his nose.]

... No. No, I couldn't have been hit that hard. [Then:] Ahh, shut up.

Make me, you dithguthting excuthe for a bipedal life form.

[Sollux snaps back immediately.]

Where even are your hornth?

My what? I don't want to hear that from someone who looks like you, what are you even supposed to be? [Fushimi clicks his tongue before pushing himself up from the bed to gather his bearings. Where were his...?] No, never mind, I don't want to deal with this right now.

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001; nope nope nope

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you knew this was coming. you absolutely did.

my body ith ready

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i read that as lightbulb go me

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I apologize preemptively for the rudeness that is bound to ensue.

You say, as though there will not be rudeness on both ends here.

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