[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.]

Comments

[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.]

[caliginous]

[Karkat jumps, if only because despite how long Captain Cinnamon Claws had been inactive, he always expects that bear to come to life again one day.

Its a pretty old teddy bear, well loved by someone at some point. It'd be a touching momento, if not for the dried teal blood covering parts of it in spatters. The back appears to have been sewn with indescernable objects inside of it.

The troll is watching you, Lucifel.]

Seriously. Don't fuck with it.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[That bear that was in his hands now seemed far from alive. To him it looked like a not so normal, stuffed bear that had met a bucket of paint a while ago. Who'd guess that it was blood that had dried in its fur?

Just watch him, he'll keep eying the bear.]

What makes you think I'd do such a thing?

[caliginous]

Because I don't know you, and have negative reason to trust you, AND you weren't around for when those things took over this shithole, so you have no idea what they can do.

[But he's not trying to instigate for a change, so he doesn't go over to try and stop him from manhandling the bear. Instead, he just goes about trying to clean up his arm with an alcohol soaked towlette.]

[brbtalkingtogod]

Whatever.

[He quickly flicks with his fingers and look, the bear is back in Karkat's free hand.]