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towerofanimus2013-03-21 08:58 pm
caliginous) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-21 08:58 pm
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Karkat Tantrum Bingo ft. The Four Seasons
Characters: Karkat Vantas [AU] and YOU
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Action to start, I will match you
Summary: See Log Title
Warnings: Potential character death
Spring (Any)
[Since the water had begun to fall and the tide had begun to rise, Karkat had made the choice to ditch his room and find higher ground, even if that meant descending the floors and finding something to perch on. Surprisingly, he seems to have completely abandoned his finery to make it easier to move around. He's still stuck with little more than a pair of suit pants and a long sleeved white collared shirt (with the sleeves rolled up as far as possible). He was stubborn enough to keep the tie with his blood caste symbol on it, but his jacket, cufflinks, and fancy belt buckle are all missing. Its a terrible look for him, and especially makes the green collar stand out quite a bit.
His sickles are strapped to his back crudely by those same belts, doing his best to keep them out of the water to keep them from rusting -- he doesn't trust wandering the floors without them. It was just water. His clothes would dry. It seems like he's looking for people he knows, but while doing it, all he really looks like is a drowned cat. His hair is sticking to his head in a complete mess and he keeps shaking it to try and get the water out of his eyes. The many faceted eye closes occasionally in irritation, obviously sensitive to the elements.]
Summer (Floor Ninety)
[By now, everything he had been wearing (and hadn't been wearing) had dried out and, much to Karkat's dismay, had shrunken. He didn't even bother donning the jacket after realizing that the shirt he was wearing was beginning to strain in an attempt to stay closed. Thankfully, no buttons had popped yet, but there was no doubt that they would in due time. The whole ordeal left Karkat looking very grumpy -- grumpier than usual, no doubt due to the mess of a haircut on his head. It looks a hell of a lot better than it did when it had been wet, but it was still a frizzy mess without access to haircare products and water. He'd have to deal with it when Tower Wonderfuck stopped flipping out.
Still, even with his troll carapace, Karkat was never one for extreme conditions. Thanks to his hemotype and lower body temperature, he's not as worse off as some people. He had gone to the lagoon floor in an attempt to seek out water that wasn't riddled with salt like the aquarium floor was. However, with everything drying up, he could clearly see the mermaids attempting to huddle at the water's edge, trying to coax him closer.
Not that he had ever seen actual mermaids before, but being an empath, he wasn't falling for their act. Just standing around, glaring, hoping they would get bored and let him near the water without trying to murder him.]
Look, not that I blame you all for digging the dishelved look, but I look like hell and I just want some god damn water. Can you get off my bulge for eight seconds and maybe fuck off so I can go back to staking out my meager existance?
Autumn (Any)
[Chances are, you might find Karkat trudging carefully down the staircase, sickles once again strapped to his back and clothes barely fitting him. He also probably has the corpse of a monster with him.
Where could he possibly be taking that thing? Did he kill it? If you catch a glimpse of his sickles, you might spot blood on them, but not much, and the only piece of his clothing stained appears to be his pants.
At least until you look at the back of his head. Something definitely hit him there when he wasn't looking, as cerulean blood stains the back of his shirt collar and runs down most of the back of his snazzy white shirt. Maybe you should help him. He looks like he's starting to have a hard time walking with all the leaves in the way.]
Winter (Any)
[And this, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the downfalls of being so high on the hemospectrum. His low body temperature is a curse and means he's having a lot of trouble even moving out of the snow in an attempt to find something warmer.
He's stubborn as hell though, and has piled on as many layers of his that he can find. Its not nearly enough. He had already tried to move toward one of the sunnier floors in an attmept to soak up sunlight, but he can't get far enough thanks to the impending blizzard. If you find him, he's probably curled up and completely blue-skinned, fading in and out of hypothermia.
If something or someone doesn't come along and warm him up, he will likely die.]
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Action to start, I will match you
Summary: See Log Title
Warnings: Potential character death
[Since the water had begun to fall and the tide had begun to rise, Karkat had made the choice to ditch his room and find higher ground, even if that meant descending the floors and finding something to perch on. Surprisingly, he seems to have completely abandoned his finery to make it easier to move around. He's still stuck with little more than a pair of suit pants and a long sleeved white collared shirt (with the sleeves rolled up as far as possible). He was stubborn enough to keep the tie with his blood caste symbol on it, but his jacket, cufflinks, and fancy belt buckle are all missing. Its a terrible look for him, and especially makes the green collar stand out quite a bit.
His sickles are strapped to his back crudely by those same belts, doing his best to keep them out of the water to keep them from rusting -- he doesn't trust wandering the floors without them. It was just water. His clothes would dry. It seems like he's looking for people he knows, but while doing it, all he really looks like is a drowned cat. His hair is sticking to his head in a complete mess and he keeps shaking it to try and get the water out of his eyes. The many faceted eye closes occasionally in irritation, obviously sensitive to the elements.]
[By now, everything he had been wearing (and hadn't been wearing) had dried out and, much to Karkat's dismay, had shrunken. He didn't even bother donning the jacket after realizing that the shirt he was wearing was beginning to strain in an attempt to stay closed. Thankfully, no buttons had popped yet, but there was no doubt that they would in due time. The whole ordeal left Karkat looking very grumpy -- grumpier than usual, no doubt due to the mess of a haircut on his head. It looks a hell of a lot better than it did when it had been wet, but it was still a frizzy mess without access to haircare products and water. He'd have to deal with it when Tower Wonderfuck stopped flipping out.
Still, even with his troll carapace, Karkat was never one for extreme conditions. Thanks to his hemotype and lower body temperature, he's not as worse off as some people. He had gone to the lagoon floor in an attempt to seek out water that wasn't riddled with salt like the aquarium floor was. However, with everything drying up, he could clearly see the mermaids attempting to huddle at the water's edge, trying to coax him closer.
Not that he had ever seen actual mermaids before, but being an empath, he wasn't falling for their act. Just standing around, glaring, hoping they would get bored and let him near the water without trying to murder him.]
Look, not that I blame you all for digging the dishelved look, but I look like hell and I just want some god damn water. Can you get off my bulge for eight seconds and maybe fuck off so I can go back to staking out my meager existance?
[Chances are, you might find Karkat trudging carefully down the staircase, sickles once again strapped to his back and clothes barely fitting him. He also probably has the corpse of a monster with him.
Where could he possibly be taking that thing? Did he kill it? If you catch a glimpse of his sickles, you might spot blood on them, but not much, and the only piece of his clothing stained appears to be his pants.
At least until you look at the back of his head. Something definitely hit him there when he wasn't looking, as cerulean blood stains the back of his shirt collar and runs down most of the back of his snazzy white shirt. Maybe you should help him. He looks like he's starting to have a hard time walking with all the leaves in the way.]
[And this, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the downfalls of being so high on the hemospectrum. His low body temperature is a curse and means he's having a lot of trouble even moving out of the snow in an attempt to find something warmer.
He's stubborn as hell though, and has piled on as many layers of his that he can find. Its not nearly enough. He had already tried to move toward one of the sunnier floors in an attmept to soak up sunlight, but he can't get far enough thanks to the impending blizzard. If you find him, he's probably curled up and completely blue-skinned, fading in and out of hypothermia.
If something or someone doesn't come along and warm him up, he will likely die.]
Winter.
[The jacket and scarf he was wearing did little to keep him warm, though he would have been much worse off without them. It was time to trudge through the snow. Find something to take shelter in. Find something that didn't make him want to pass out, or make his knees want to buckle from the constant, uncontrollable shaking they were doing.]
[His lips quivered, his teeth clattered, and it was becoming apparent that this temperature drop was going to have dire consequences if he didn't get somewhere f--]
[Thud.]
[The fuck was that!? The force of whatever he'd just kicked sent a dull throb through his drenched sneakers and up his frozen, sockless toes. Upon further inspection, it turned out to be a person.]
[As always, the nubs were severely alarming, at first. Until he realized that this thing wasn't the thing he always thought it was, but the less-important thing. The thing that was so less-important, that Gamzee now was trying to remove the clothing from it.]
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At first, he didnt' react. He wasn't the first person to heckle him today after all and his head was moving too slowly to actually even think of a way to defend himself. That was, of course, until he figured out what the other troll was trying to do.
It was almost a blessing, the rage that suddenly bubbled through his veins, sticking him with enough adrenaline to react in a manner that should have been impossible. He bared his fangs through cracked lips that threatened to bleed, pupils shrinking with fury as he swiped directly at Gamzee's eyes in an attempt to disable him.]
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[The claws tore across Gamzee's face, sending a muted burst of pain across his eyelids and the bridge of his nose, and it sent him reeling just enough to realize that this motherfucker wasn't fully dead yet.]
Shit!!!
[The biting wind and snow stung far colder than the blood that was forming between the strokes of greasepaint. Instinctively, Gamzee took a few steps back, hands moving to his face to protect the wound from further assault.]
The f-fuck's your f-f-fuckin' problem!?
[Good lord, he sounded like a pussy!!! He couldn't help the stutter, though - his lips were beyond numb, and his body was starting to shake with the shivers.]
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[Karkat also stammered, though his stammers were less in volume due to his lower status as well as his rage heating his words. He sat up a little taller and wrapped the blanket closer to his body. He wasn't really interested in attacking Gamzee again if he didn't have to.]
You ain't got no fuckin' shame, Makara.
[Judging by the way his face screwed up, he probably would have spit at him if he wasn't so focused on how cold he was.]
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[Sorry, if you're going to attack him while he's trying to keep himself alive, he's going to solve the problem that is you not being dead. Gamzee's foot was completely numb, and his limbs hardly responded to him, but he used what motor skills he still possessed to try and kick Karkat directly in the face.]