[S] Karkat: Descend

[caliginous]

Characters: Karkat Vantas [AU1] and his roommates
Setting: Room 01-12
Format: Either
Summary: Karkat is exceedingly finished with this Tower.
Warnings: tbd

[Its easily mid-day when Karkat bursts into the room. After being in the Tower for nearly a sweep, he had since adjusted to a more human sleep schedule, though to say he was a morning person would have been a stretch. When he enters the room, he's an absolute mess -- obviously something had managed to chase him back to the room as there was yet another slash of claws that had gone straight down to the skin of his left arm.

His lip was also bleeding, no doubt due to him biting it somewhere along the line with those hideous little spiderfangs of his. He's not quiet about his arrival, flinging his sickle to the foot of his bed with an angry flick, pulling his jacket off in one practiced fell swoop to throw that at his pillow. He doesn't even flinch when it pulls at the slice on his arm.]

I am so fucking sick of this shithole. I'm sick of these floors. I'm sick of these god damn windowlicking, sludgesniffing administrators who couldn't justify their way out of a wet brown paper holding recepticle. I. Hate. EVERYTHING.

[He then kicks open his trunk to dig for a change of clothes, momentarily ignoring any protests in regards to his volume.]

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Look, a new roommate!

[brbtalkingtogod]

How great, are you done now?

[Lucifel only raised an eyebrow at the other, looking annoyed mostly. Had he known that someone would come and start whining about how horrible all of this is, then he would have left some time ago.]

As if you're the only one who wants out of here.

YAY I'M SORRY HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT

[caliginous]

I'll be done when I fucking say so.

[The psychic growls from behind the lid of his trunk, continuing sarcastically without checking to see if his new roommate is actually listening..]

Yeah? How 'bout you go ahead and tell me about all your god damn issues in the past few weeks, and then you can sit down and listen to my sweep's worth of time in this shithole.

IT'S OKAY, LUCIFEL ISN'T THE NICEST EITHER

[brbtalkingtogod]

Why don't you go tell someone who cares about the things that bother you?

[He should think of getting himself a pair of earplugs or only spend as much time in this room as necessary. Then again, who is he to do such a thing? He wants to go wherever he wants, whenever he wants.]

Not interested.

[caliginous]

Tough shit, softskin, you can mosey the hell on out of here if you can't deal, because my ass has been firmly planted in this respiteblock for the better part of a sweep and I ain't fuckin' moving.

[Out of the trunk comes Captain Cinnamon Claws, who bounces off the bed with a soft squeak. Its a terrible teddy bear, very obviously once well-loved by some kind of child, its claws and front stained with, what appears to be, teal colored blood.

Following him comes Karkat's new jacket and shirt.]

[brbtalkingtogod]

It's still up to me where I go and I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon. And the last thing I am going to listen to is how horrible you think this place is. Start a journal and write it down if you are so desperate to get it off your chest.

[As he can see, Lucifel shows little to no interest in his belongings, except the oddly colored bear. He won't point out at him how old fashioned that jacket and shirt looked.]

Did that toy get sprayed with paint by a child or something?

[caliginous]

[He is the pinnacle of fashion sense. He's about to tell him to fuck off, predictably, until he points out the bear. There's a pause before he turns and finishes peeling off the jacket where he had gotten cut.

The blood there isn't teal, but its a very bold cerulean in color.]

No. It wasn't.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[You tell him and there will start a war, that's no threat, it's a promise. He doesn't look surprised at all when he sees the oddly colored blood. As long as none of that would get at him or his space he cared little about it.

Really, the Archangel would have preferred a room for himself.]

Oh really?

[caliginous]

It was from a long time ago.

[He's obviously not overly keen on talking about it, spending his time rolling up his sleeve and pulling out stolen medical supplies from his trunk.]

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Lucifel flicks with his fingers and in the next moment the plush bear appears in his hands, then begins to examine it.]

this is late because my brain was fried all day whoops

[morituramfides]

[Well, Jin wasn't exactly shocked by someone stomping in, but it startled him enough that he looked up from whatever he was typing on his laptop as he sat on his bed.

The weirdest part for him was oddly enough, still getting used to the blue blood. He'll never get over that.]

The hell's stuck up your ass this time? Besides everything.

i accept

[caliginous]

[Karkat slammed his trunk shut without missing a beat, pointing accusingly at Jin.]

I don't want to hear another fucking word slither out of that rotten seed flap of your's, ok? I would think you out of every bellydragging, shitfestering awkwardly shaped fruit I've had to deal with in this tower, you would understand that I don't need a god damn reason to flip my shit flying off the grill and into the street.

[He takes a deep breath. The rant seems to calm him down a little, enough to loosen his tie, at least. He's still bleeding all over his shirt, but he doesn't seem to care.]

Because, if I'm counting correctly, you've been stuck here almost as long as I have.

[morituramfides]

Has it been that long already? Time sure flies.

[He hardly batted an eye at Karkat flipping his fury around on him, continuing to stare completely unaffected, but he had to admit the guy kind of had a point.]

Fine. [He closed the top of his laptop and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, half-feigning interest.] Any particular reason, or did you just finally reach the fed-up threshold.

[caliginous]

As hard as time is to keep track of, I manage. Not to mention you live with me.

[Karkat turns back to his trunk to pull out the pilfered supplies from the infirmary and plops down on his bed to begin pulling it apart to fix his arm.]

Nothing different and unusual for this shithole. So yeah, I guess I've finally fucking had it.

[Its a bitter admission, one he accents by ripping into a piece of medical tape with his spider fangs. It doesn't help his mood. His eyes flick upward toward Jin, a little surprised that he had paused in whatever he was doing.]

Did you ever find out what left that knife in your postal delivery recepticle?

[morituramfides]

Then welcome to the club. Maybe Sayaka'll get you a jacket.

[Despite Karkat's ornery disposition, Jin was just smirking, though certainly not in a happy-go-lucky way.]

Nope. [He answered the question without missing a beat.] I already know it was Jason or Ruana-- but I guess the fresh blood might've meant he came right from Jason himself.

[caliginous]

The mouthy blue haired human girl?

[He vaguely remembers her. He had fallen out of the few human relationships he had, shortly after every troll in the tower collectively lost their shit. Despite his description sounding a bit insulting, the tone of voice doesn't suggest resentment. Its just how he remembers her.]

I'm gonna need a new set of jackets as it stands.

Did you do anything with it?

[morituramfides]

That's the one. [Yep, that's his best friend and he's not even offended on her behalf. "Mouthy" was a pretty good descriptor.

Jin reached into his pocket, digging around for a few seconds before producing the scalpel again, holding it up by the handle, the dried blood still staining the blade.] It's just been sitting in my pocket ever since.

[caliginous]

[He doesn't react quite as horribly this time. There's still an obvious wrinkle of his nose, because that color is just so weird. There's a small sympathy pain that stems from his arm and he's reminded that he came back here with an actual job to do.

He shrugs a little to get rid of the feeling and rolls his sleep up as high as he's able -- look at those gross spindly alien arms leaking cerulean everywhere. Delicious.]

Did you have a plan for it?

[He's trying to decide if he actually needs to stitch his arm, in which case, maybe it would be best to call Kanaya for this.]

and this is late because event things and how does figure out dates/times

[ghostytrainer]

[After three days of a fucked up sleep schedule thanks to Rose avoiding him for three days, John was enjoying an all-too-lovely nap. His Zorua lay next to him, curled up and asleep and his Litwick dozed on his bedside table.]

[Apparently he wasn't too out yet though, because Karkat's entrance is enough to wake the typically heavy sleeper. Or maybe his entrance was just THAT loud today, who really knows. John pushes himself up onto an elbow, rubbing an eye and reaching for his glasses.]

What now? Another fucked up "game"?

yolo tbh, thats how i justify time

[caliginous]

[The word "game" makes Karkat pause and he can't help but scoff a little. Games. Ruana, yes, it was her turn this month. The only admin he had actually managed to have a conversation with peacefully.

Maybe that's why he thought it was funny.]

You know, I think I'd almost be less pissed off if it was just another day of the admins flapping off.

[ghostytrainer]

[Recognizing this as a chance to have a real conversation with the strange alt-universe merger of his two favorite trolls that is his roomate, John sits up fully as he puts his glasses on. He will get to know you better, Karkat. Just you wait.]

REally? Why's that?

[caliginous]

[We'll see how long you can endure him.]

Because I expect that load of hoofbeast shit by now. Those assholes are all about schedules and patterns. The less predictable things that go down are eight times as aggrivating after you get into a pattern.

[He rummages through his trunk until he can find a bandage. Everything nonwithstanding from the events the week prior, Karkat had learned to prepare for injuries nowadays. Out comes guaze and medical tape.]

I take it you met Ruana.

[ghostytrainer]

Well if you mean met in the literal sense of the word, no. But I know who she is!

[He sounds a little proud of himself. He's learning about this place, slowly but surely. Unfortunately, he kind of missed that whole Q & A thing a while back. He's under the impression that the admins tend not to show themselves to their experiments. Like the sci-fi cliche that he imagines them to be.]

[caliginous]

[Karkat rolls his eyes little. John's optimism is almost depressing to him. It'd been a while, he had almost forgotten. He would have rather forgotten, actually.]

Congradulations, count your blessings.

[He would never actually admit that he liked Ruana a little.]

[ghostytrainer]

[Little does John know that he'll find himself in Ruana's bedroom later on this very evening. Kind of ironic in mun-sight.]

Is she really that bad? I've haven't really heard as much about her as I have about...er, what's his name? Jaaa...son. Yes. Jason. Right?

[caliginous]

I mind her less than Jason, because Jason is the prick who has a penchant for unnecessary surgery.

[And there was also the fact that he had a slight inclination toward psychics, but she was still an admin and he didn't trust her as a result. There was no trusting admins.]

But Ruana likes playing...games...with us.

[No real way to put it.]

The games are only fun if you're into shit that can and will probably kill you.