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towerofanimus2013-02-13 10:27 am
2ciion) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-13 10:27 am
Entry tags:
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.]
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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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.
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[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.]
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[ 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.
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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?
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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?
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[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.
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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.
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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.
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[ either that or Karkat just befriends Captors well enough. ]
Though my ancestor fucking up seems to be a universal constant. Good to know.
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At leatht my ancethtor being a gigantic bulgenub ith altho a univerthal conthtant, apparently.
[He makes a face.]
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[ 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?
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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.
i read that as lightbulb go me