towerofanimus | 013 ♑ [thirteenth honk]

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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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[Rude, Veigar. Everything he says is interesting!!! Gamzee spoke of death with the same nonchalance as he spoke of everything else.]

'Cause if they ain't wanting no admission to the dark carnival when it all motherfuckin' come for us brothers and bitches, then they all be condemning them fucking selves to bein' ripped to shreds.

You know.

Wind their fuckin' intestines for motherfucking balloons, stomp their heretical bones to glitterdust, things of fuckin' that all ill nature.

[Veigar grinned with malicious glee.]

Is that so? Tell me then, what if the Administrators took away your precious dark carnival? Would you seek them out just as you said?

Winding their insides and stomping their bones to this dust you say?

[Because he couldn't and wouldn't miss any opportunities to see something like that.]

[Gamzee paused for a moment, lost in thought. He tapped an overgrown fingernail against his painted lips.]

[This was such a deliciously ironic question, and if this log didn't take place before the mod event, his reaction would be a LOT more aggressive. But, alas, unlimited ignorance will have to do, for now.]

Ain't seein' no motherfuckin' way no one can take the carnival out of my motherfuckin' pump biscuit, motherfucker.

But that all be the most unspeakable of motherfuckin' acts what would ever be being exacted on a faithful ninja such as my motherfuckin' own is being.

So, yeah. If any motherfucker even up and went to be thinking on touchin' my motherfuckin' paradisaical fairgrounds, them brothers and bitches would be all the motherfuckin' first in line to all be FUCKIN' STRUNG THE FUCK UP BY THEIR MOTHER FUCKING ENTRAILS FROM ALL THE MOST HIGHEST OF FUCKING CATWALKS.

[He was getting worked up, now. Way to go, Veigar.]

Make a fuckin' example outta their asses.

TEACH THEM SACRILEGIOUS FUCKS TO ALL FUCK WITH THINGS WHAT THEY AIN'T BE MOTHER FUCKING DESERVING OF.

Draw and quarter them in each and every fuckin' ring we got here.

CARRY MY MOTHERFUCKIN' TORCH OF HYSTERICAL REVERENCE TO LIGHT THE CACKLECANNONS WHAT SHOOT THEIR BLOODY PIECES OUT INTO THE CARNIVAL OF HARSHWHIMSY.

Sprinkle all the faces of the motherfuckin' faithful with the glitter-soaked remains of the filthy faithless.

[Veigar was relishing in this maniacal display and hysterical rambling! This was exactly what he wanted to hear from at least one of his 'minions', aka his roommates.

He cackled maniacally himself, his eyes glowing fiercely with immense power as he opened and closed his gauntleted fist, dark and dangerous energies flowing through it.]

Yesss, YES! That is good, very very goooood. [Veigar hissed darkly.]

There will be a time where you will need such a ferocious appetite for destruction because just as they 'give', they will take. They ALWAYS TAKE away. That is their job.

It will be a delightful image, the chaos, the destruction, the sheer insanity. It'll show them to act as would be gods! When they are nothing even close.

[Gamzee laughed, as well. Veigar had wound him up so tight, the flow of murderous thoughts and the ambiance of the fairgrounds brought him to a feeling that felt closer than "home" ever could. So he sat there, gripping the rail again and laughing until he was wheezing out strangled honks.]

[For a gangly teenager making the sounds of an old bike, Gamzee was frighteningly serious about everything he'd just said. It took him a few minutes to collect himself, but he finally managed, wiping a few stray tears of laughter from his yellow eyes.]

What...

[He laughed again, trying hard to catch his breath.]

What the fuck all do you motherfuckin' know about gods?

[Veigar grinned.]

I know that it is simply a self imposed title which the weak minded then follow like sheep being led by a wolf.

They reached that state by becoming stronger than anyone, to a point where they weren't easily defeated, yesss...

But in that same way, anyone who has the ambition and the means can reach and surpass such trivial titles and rock them off their high horse.

[And that was something Veigar could totally do at the moment, given the right opportunity.]

[He let out a pleased breath, biting the tip of his tongue between his fangs and practically cooing at Veigar.]

Surpass a mother fucking god? You don't fuckin' say...

I do say, and I know! I Veigar, MASTER OF TRUE RAW POWER! Can attest to that ability.

And it's something others can do if they look past their limitationssss... yes.

"Limitations"?

[To be quite clear, Gamzee thinks Veigar's full of shit. BUT! He's interested in just how many inane things can come out of this guy's mouth.]

What kinda fuckin' limitations be all the ones what you're up and motherfucking referring at?

[It's fine, it's the same mistake everyone makes before he ends their existence! So everything's as it should be!]

The self imposed limitations placed about by the weak willed and weak minded. The can't, won't, shouldn't, impossible. Those kinds of terms mean NOTHING to me.

Then there's certain limitation put about by outside sources, like these machines that the administrators have that nullify powers in certain areas and on the walls of the tower.

Yes, but even those machines have their limitations too... I could disintegrate this entire area if I wanted to in a fraction of a second! only to have it revert back... if the administrators bothered to reform it anyways.

I don't see why they wouldn't, they've rebuilt everything else I've laid waste to.

[He grins in amusment.]

Got bigger scaly vertebrates to motherfuckin' fry before I all get to try up at busting the fuck out this motherfucking joint.

[He chewed his lower lip for a second, sucking off the facepaint there until all that was left was flushed, purple skin.]

'Sides, why fuckin' dirty my motherfuckin' hands when all I got your ass to go around bein' tryin' at to blow shit all the fuck up? Hahahaha!

Because my chaotic minion, I am sure you know of the pleasure of 'dirtying ones one motherfuckin' hands'.

[Veiger grinned and chuckled.]

You seem like the type who'd delight in feeling their very life slipt through your hands as you rend flesh from bone. Or were you just talking earlier hm?

[Those teeth flashed again, and Gamzee flexed his fingers along with Veigar's words, mind lending imagery to them.]

[It was very hard to resist the path he knew his mind wanted to wander down when someone else was giving a guided motherfucking tour. Who was he kidding? He couldn't fight what he knew he was. Why the fuck was he even trying!?]

I motherfuckin' meant with breakin' down the walls.

You can be leaving the motherfucking disembowelment to me.

Ah yes, these confining walls...

Alas, if the machines can't be brought down so we can leave... We can eliminate the source and rid ourselves of these rude undertakers. And then we can do as we please without their eyes watching our every step and impeding us from doing what they do not wish us to do.

Honk.

[Gamzee folded his arms across his chest, honking a bit in disapproval.]

Didn't motherfuckin' go at so damn well last fucking time.

[He didn't really want to think about it - confronting Jason in the dregs of the Tower. It made him feel so... powerless.]

Honk?

Anyway, we're still here, which means we still have more opportunities for next times and success. If you fall, all you MUST do is get up and try again! Never just lay down and surrender...

Honk honk honk!

[This, apparently, was a language. Or... not? Either way, Gamzee looked far more excited than he had previously. The honks seemed to cheer him up, and the fact that Veigar was participating made it even more exciting.]

Mmmhm...

[In another abrupt turn of emotions, Gamzee sucked in a breath. He knew he should be plotting his escape from this paranormal deathtrap, but... his time here was more eventful than all of his time back home, save for maybe Sgrub. A lot of his life was just waiting. Waiting at home, waiting to die in the Veil, waiting, waiting, waiting. Gamzee was good at waiting, but he never thought he'd have such a turbulent life as he'd had during his stay here. He'd lost a lot of things, but he'd gained even greater things.]

[To tell the truth, he knew he needed to get out of here, but...]

A brother can up and get his most mirthfully maniacal of motherfuckin' bludgeonings on, and it ain't all never makin' his pan no clearer after all what noise be motherfuckin' said out and all done.

Guess that all just fuckin' be meaning at what he ain't supposed to stop and think on nothin', right?

[What the fuck was he doing asking this motherfucker? Ugh, God, he was going soft in the head again. Damn drugs. Why the fuck did he have to go and fall off the wagon!?]

[Veigar pondered on the question for a while, tapping his finger against the shadows that perpetually covered his features.

Eventually he looked up and grinned.]

Instincts my dear minion... instincts are what give us the guidance we sometimes fail to reach on our own. There will be times when one must think before they leap, but other times? Other times the jump into the unknown IS the pleasure.

With what you've shown today, I think you're more than capable of besting many difficulties along the path but not all. But, that's what master's and allies are for are they not?

Quit fuckin' patronizing me.

[Even though he was the one that had asked for the help, Gamzee did not take well to being told what to do. It used to be all he knew, but now it just fizzles his already-short fuse.]

[Despite this, he didn't seem to be too angry, just stubborn. Like a defiant child, he folded his arms across his chest.]

This motherfucker kills all for fuckin' pleasure and profit. Though I ain't all accountable for not doin' the shit when all it would benefit my motherfuckin' self on matters what be much more probably important.

But I ain't dumb enough to fuckin' charge my ass up all back in against a bitch what I just got all to being motherfuckin' served by.

[He makes an unpleasant face. Admitting defeat was the last thing on his list of enjoyable activities, and it left a bad taste in his mouth.]

The machines be the fuckin' problem. And the mother fucking magic. Fuckin' nerf the shit out of a brother all before he can even get up to be knowin' what the fuck happened to him.

You don't wish to be patronized but isn't what everyone is doing in this place worse? Acting as puppets for the grating puppeteers that are the administrators? Being their toys, their playthings, their experimentssss....

[Veigar hissed in annoyance, clenching his fist before turning away.]

Ah, yes... those infernal machines. Worry not, they'll have their day when the machines will cease and we'll have our chance at their throats...

Like to be thinkin' on that shit all like, as a motherfuckin' wicked blessing wrapped in the sickest of fucking disguises.

[He relaxed a bit, rolling his shoulders back and straightening up.]

One of them experiments be the thing what was all finally up to gettin' me at being to realize fuckin' just what sorts of carnage I all could up and tear the fuck open on.

Most creatures don't realize their full potential until they are cornered and beaten...

[Veigar would know that lesson all too well. He remained silent as his eyes glowed brighter for a moment before he simply turned.]

I believe I have some matters to attend to. Mayhaps we can continue this some other time minion.

If you require any assistance, just call for me.

[Gamzee waved his hand, dismissing his roommate. Veigar was a champ for listening to all of this garbage.]

Such things like all motherfuckin' that won't be necessary.

[Veigar would have likely stayed longer if he hadn't brought up unpleasant thoughts. With a nod, the Yordle made his way back to his business.]

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