towerofanimus | 013 ♑ [thirteenth honk]

Characters: Gamzee Makara and YOU!
Setting: Floor 87 (Poppy Field) and Floor 80 (Circus).
Format: Action.
Summary: On floor eighty-seven, Gamzee has a rendezvous with a pair of severed legs. Feel free to interrupt his awkward date with them - he needs all the support he can get trying to end their tryst. On floor eighty, he flips his fucking shit about the addition of the circus. Come fucking party, you know you want to. You'll probably be treated to candy and a show for your time.
Warnings: Gamzee is his own warning. Also bloody legs.

Floor 87
[Gamzee looked a little neater than usual, stepping cautiously through the poppy field. He'd actually never been up here before, but he felt like it would be the best place to get this over with. It was a sedating floor, and he was feeling a little more relaxed, carrying something quite heavy in both of his arms.

[He was moving slow enough to be easy to catch him. In a place where the grass didn't grow quite as tall, he crouched down, settling the large object in his lap. If you approached, you'd be able to hear him speaking to it.]

...ain't been much fuckin' available to you as of motherfucking lateness...

[His tone was apologetic, and the few poppies he'd managed to pick were placed in the... pocket... of the object...]

...good enough reason for it, to all be at perfectly mother fuckin' real with your ass...

[It was a pair of severed legs, sawed off at the waist. Brownish, coppery blood congealed at and stained most of the upper half, while the still-frozen pants clung to their mottled skin. Gamzee continued pushing the flowers into the pockets, through the belt loops - anywhere he could find - as some sort of romantic gesture???]

...things have just... I dunno. Been up and getting all kinds of harsh on the redness front, you feel me? I'm all to be motherfuckin' meaning, with the you what's got the top half all connected still. I ain't no brother to get his judge on of what part's being all missing from fuckin' where, but I got it all shoved in my pan now what carryin' on two of these motherfuckin' dealings ain't some noise what be fucking proper, or some shit like that. You know?

[Running his hand down the side of one of the thighs, he let out a long-suffering sigh. Was he... breaking up with a pair of severed legs!?]

[Yes. He was. Feel free to lend him some advice, because he really doesn't know how to deal with anything like this.]

Floor 80
[His fucking everything. Never before has Gamzee Makara been so ecstatic to the point where the several bottles of Faygo he had dumped over himself in religious fervor were completely forgotten in a moment's time. Maybe the Tower had been so generous as to grace him with the faithtents he so direly needed. Maybe the administrators endeavored to rekindle the diminished flame of his piety with flashing colors and cracking whips.]

[If you happened to find yourself on floor eighty, you'd find a completely blissful teenage alien, up to his horns in spirituality, rejoicing with trembling and shoving handfuls of popcorn in his mouth as he did so.]

[Sugar-sticky shoes crunching and squeaking against the ground as he walked, Gamzee meandered through the rings of the circus, dazedly watching the different acts in a blitzed-out stupor. His arms were full of snacks, and his mouth and eyes were wide with awe. It was almost touching, really, how such a belligerent fool could be so easily turned docile by such a childish scene. Of course, this was no mere excursion for him - it was his religion.]

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[Since Gamzee was not focusing his fury directly at Tavros, he didn't notice at all when the lowblood had managed to claw himself out of his grip. Without a body to rough up, his now-bloody hands flew to his face, nails digging into the scalp at the edge of his hairline.]

[Staggering back a few steps, the shriek from his throat never faltered or tapered off. Instead, he was a flurry of elbows and hair, jerking quickly from side to side as he lost the rest of his control.]

[It was so easy to flip out. So easy to be set off by something, and follow that disastrous road of thoughts that knew precisely the best way to get to his core. His pan was his pan's worst enemy when it came to that. When he gave in, he was too weak to stave off the gnawing anger, just waiting to drag him back into the mess he was now.]

[Gamzee's eyes snapped open, swiveling around wildly until they landed on the offensive legs. Those were the closest things resembling something alive, and he moved instantly to try and snatch them up. Tear them apart. Crack the brittle, frozen bones and douse the rest of this field in copper.]

[That was the plan, anyway. But before he could get his hands on the dismembered lower half, there was a smaller thing vying for his attention.]

[FUCKING FINE BY HIM.]

[He was going to-- he was--]

[A purple-soaked, jittery hand slapped itself across Karkat's forehead, clawing at his temple and pushing outward in an attempt to pry the boy off of him.]

GET ALL YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ABOMINATIONAL ASS THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!

[He thrashed some more, raking those nails up the side of Karkat's face, just before his ear.]

we ain't fuckin' up and asked for you.

WE AIN'T NEEDING NO MOTHERFUCKER BUT FUCKIN' US UP IN HERE, AIN'T NEEDING NO HOT-BLOODED HERETICAL FAITHKILLERS.

bileblooded trash.

[He continued trying to peel Karkat from his ribs, spitting obscenities and slurs and both he and Tavros.]

MOTHERFUCKING SHIT-SCRAPING SWILLVEINS WRACKIN' THE FUCKIN' PAN OURS UP WITH SILVER-TONGUED FALSITIES AND NONBELIEVINGS.

[His breath was becoming more ragged, though, and his limbs grew heavier with each attempt. It was a combination of the floor's powers and the pacification of his moirail. Although he was beginning to lose momentum, Gamzee still managed to create a small gap between he and Karkat - a gap where he could aim his fist to possibly finally knock the boy away from him.]

[ Man, he didn't want to watch this. It was too painful.

After years of abuse, Tavros loved to believe that he had grown some immunity for such hostility. Ignore it, perhaps. Pretend it didn't really hurt and move on with your day ... It would be awesome to take advantage from such a useless ability in this time, but he couldn't disregard the shit Gamzee was spitting on him and Karkat.

He turned to his side and shook his head, trying to pretend he's ignoring the whole thing. Maybe if he did, and with the help of his moirail, this will end soon.

Ignore him. Ignore. Fucking ignore. Don't piss him off anymore. Don't curse at him! Ignoreignoreignore.

That's the least he can do, for Karkat's sake, who seemed to be getting most of the beating here. If he reacts, or even respond to him, he will surely make matters even worse. So, let's keep that mouth shut for now and prepare himself. It looks like Gamzee is determined to get himself out on a killing spree. ]

[ Karkat greatly appreciates Tavros sitting this out and keeping his mouth shut. honestly? the words hurt. they really do. everything that Gamzee says just kind of stabs him in the heart a little more than it probably should. Karkat knows he should take all of the insults with a grain of salt. Gamzee is on a rage. he is going to say anything that he can to get at Karkat at the moment... anything to tear Tavros apart too really. rage fits are all about hurting and causing pain.

it's the words more than the claws tearing at his husk that do the most damage. Karkat has been stabbed before and then later welcomed Jack with open arms. the violence isn't all that disturbing. all he has to do is not look at the cherry red that will be swimming in his vision, vying for control of his attention and induce a panic. no, he has to focus on Gamzee and Gamzee alone at this point. ]

Gamzee... I'd never take your faith from you. It might not be for me, but you've got to be you. Remember what you told me? That I should always just be me?

[ talking in soothing tones. he has to reach him somewhere down there. Karkat swallows hard, knowing what is coming when that small gap appears. his focus is on ducking that punch and taking Gamzee out at the legs, before promptly trapping those arms with his knees and all of his weight on Gamzee's chest. there he can start rubbing behind ears, still quietly shh-ing...

and maybe crying. just a little. ]

WHO'S ME!?

[The anger in Gamzee's face changed swiftly to a crazed humor, and he laughed, tightening his fingers in Karkat's hair and repeating the question like a mantra.]

WHO'S ME WHO'S ME WHO'S ME WHO'S ME

[He said it over and over and over again, minutes after minutes, until his voice grew hoarse and started to quiet. The fingers that had been yanking on Karkat's hair slowly loosened as the floor and Karkat's sedative finally took hold of him.]

Fuck... fffuck...

[He'd lost it again. But, this time, it wasn't just in front of Eridan, who couldn't give less of a shit. Eridan, who would patiently wait out his screeching fits until he'd knocked himself out or killed Eridan in the process. It was in front of Karkat, who he had grown increasingly stiff and curt with over the past few weeks, until all he could think about was how he never went to him for anything. Karkat had always come to him, always sorted his shit, even though Gamzee hardly gave him anything in return.]

[And Tavros. The boy he'd just gotten done promising that he'd try and be better. Just gotten done telling him how much he cared for him and how much he wanted to be his bro again. He'd flipped and he threw ugly slurs at both of them, BUT THEY WERE TRUE.]

FUCK!!!

[Gamzee finally let go of Karkat's hair with a shove, bringing his hands to his own face again and plastering them directly on top of it. He shook his head from side to side until he grew so drowsy that he had to fall backwards, not quite asleep.]

[ He was almost certain that Gamzee would beat the hell out of them ... but I guess that's the whole point of having a moirail, right? To be able to calm the madness, even when Tavros didn't believe that anyone could stop such an intense tantrum. Also, he never thought that he'd ever witness Karkat resolve to tears, and he honestly didn't know what to think of that.

It was really heartbreaking, this whole incident. The lowblood didn't want to leave, but he knew staying won't benefit either of them. Gamzee is probably far from calm, and he needed his pale bro right now. Not Tavros.

He did, however, wanted to say a few words before he leaves this floor, and he takes a few steps forward. Not too close, but close enough to be heard. ]

.. I am sorry. [ He sighs. ] I really didn't mean to upset you, bro.

I hope you can forgive me ...

[ Karkat has no idea what's going on here. had there been a fight? still... nothing should have been so bad as to work up Gamzee to this degree. at least Karkat can't think of anything. his head only turns a bit in Tavros' direction, but not fully. so he can hear and almost act as a stand between in case things get ugly again.

he doubts this and the rising panic of BLOOD is starting to sink in, stronger now that Gamzee is on the ground. all Karkat wants to do is flee...

but if Tavros isn't going to stay, then how can he? what does he do? ]

[He'll spare you any more agony, boys. With hands still pressed to his face, Gamzee let out a honking groan of helpless frustration before succumbing to the floor and passing out before the both of them.]

[He didn't want to explain this. He didn't want to tell Tavros it wasn't his fault, that he shouldn't have to apologize, didn't want to tell Karkat he was sorry for being utterly useless and repulsive and distant. Most of all, he didn't want to have to explain away yet another tantrum after he woke up from this nap.]

[The only thing that was lessening this burden was that, right now, he didn't have to deal with shit, because he was fucking asleep.]

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