Karkat Tantrum Bingo ft. The Four Seasons

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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.]

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[He's more thrown by Karkat than he should be. He knows about the alternate universes. He knows there's alternate versions of his own... descendant, as it may be, and he's talked with the yellowblooded version of Darkleer's descendant multiple times and might be nurturing a fondness for the youngest Zahhak, but. But it's odd, to see someone who looks so much like the Signless but with obvious cerulean traits. It's strange and he's not sure how he feels.

At least he's relatively dry and not suffering like Karkat #2. His clothes were made for traveling so they're much more comfortable and durable, and he has a little umbrella of red and blue energy above his head and the ability to just float over all of the pooled water. And over Karkat, because he's the sort of asshole who enjoys looming. It's not something he gets to do often! Especially not to high or midbloods, because he's pretty short compared to other adults.]

Do you...need help?

[An umbrella, a hair dryer, a towel? There has to be something, even if your suffering is enjoyable.]

[Karkat mostly ignores the floating troll -- he had gotten used to goldblooded Captors around the joint for the near sweep he had been here, so having one be an asshole to him right now when he's miserable is no shock at all. He hadn;t remembered one popping up since the last one left, but it was no flake off his carapace. He could ignore him well enough.

That is, until he started talking. He shot a glare upward and looked a little surprised to see Psiioniic there. That was a first. The last adult he remembered being here was the Signless, which he had been bitter enough about to start with.

Goldblooded Captor's ancestor. Of course it was. A beat of silence passes before he shakes more water off of his head.]

Do I look like I need help? [One, two beats.] Don't even think about answering that.

[Normally, not many people came into the infirmary, but Raphael was always willing to treat the people who did manage to wander down here. The cold and the heat didn't bother him, so he still sat there at his post, waiting for someone to come in.

And someone did. Judging by the horns, he was one of the trolls, and judging by his face, he was about to die from the cold. Quickly, Raphael walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to heal him. He was an Archangel of healing and knowledge..so hopefully his skills would let him heal this person of hypothermia.]

Are you alright now?

Cold. The blizzard would be the death of her if she wasn't careful. She knew that she would need to find others soon enough, and that there were things that needed to be done. The oddities of the weather lately had been an irritant until now. This was too much.

But, as she saw the blue-faced fellow trying to huddle for warmth, she couldn't help but chuckle. Crouching in a nearby pew, she smirked at him. "Hot enough for you?" she asked, trying not to giggle too much.

...no, laughter wasn't a sign of hypothermia. Shhh.

[After Gamzee got done fucking around with snowballs and terror, the purpling of his hands had gotten quite concerning. They hadn't been able to feel anything before, which was fine, but now they were growing quite hot. That would have been awesome, if it weren't for the fact that it kind of felt like someone was sticking needles into them.]

[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.]

[Karkat had barely been aware of himself by this point. He had just been walking to keep himself moving, because if he stopped moving he knew that would be the end. Whether it was just survival conditioning or simply something he had learned through living in the Tower for a sweep, he wasn't sure.

The only thing he knew was that in a short moment, his blood was warmed and his vision (which had begun to fade at the edges) was slowly returning. His hand shook lightly as he reached up to rub his horns in obvious disbelief.

That's when Raphael's voice registers. He blinks up at him with his oddly shaped yellow eyes. Awkward. So much for pride.]

...

The cerulean-blooded alien had been vaguely aware of someone entering his space, but having been so put out by the cold, he hadn't bothered to look up to see who it was. In fact, part of him may have been hoping it was a monster to put him out of his misery swiftly, regardless of how selfish the thought might have been. Kanaya would have been the only one distraught after an affair like that, after all, and she was one of the few people he didn't want inconvenienced, if it could be helped.

But then the figure talked and Karkat's yellow eyes slid open slowly to stare at the girl he didn't recognize. He could hear the laughter in her voice and perhaps any other day he might have snapped and reacted. Today, it was just too cold and his mind was too slow. His fingers twitched, rigid as he tried to wake his failing muscles enough to address the one heckling him.

He didn't speak. Not yet. He couldn't think fast enough for a witty comeback.

[Karkat ignored Gamzee's collision at first. Surely he would just look down and move on, or perhaps maybe react fast enough to put him out of his misery before the cold got even worse. But as usual, Karkat's life was never that easy nor convenient, and he was soon finding himself assaulted by the purpleblooded troll.

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.]

She leaned forward, like a crow sizing up the meat on carrion that was almost ready to be plucked. Her smile widened a little more, and her eyes took on a pointedly predatory look. She reached out to run her fingers up under his chin, the heat of those digits blazing compared to the state he was in.

"My my, but you have gotten yourself in quite the pickle," she whispered in a soft crooning. It was taking an effort to avoid her teeth from chattering. "Tell me... I've always been curious what your kind looks like, feels like. Would you permit me the chance, in return for helping you not watching you freeze to death?"

"Or... is pride enough to sustain you?"

Karkat's eyes narrowed in a bit of contempt as he tried to move his head away from her hand, the seven-pupiled eye closing entirely. Of course, she had chosen one of the proudest trolls in the bunch to try and interact with, but she had picked a nice time to attempt it. When he moves to lift his head more readily, a shiver runs down his spine. It was almost refreshing, to be reminded he wasn't quite dead yet.

His voice, however, is extremely hoarse -- it takes a few tries to get words out around his spidery fangs and his lips nearly begin to bleed blue for his efforts.

"Do I look like I'm ready for a game of bullshit bingo today?" He stammered. "What do you want?"

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She leaned forward again, her breath hot over his ear, running there right along the skin while she giggled. "Well... in truth? I want to curl up into those blankets of yours and see what a troll looks like up close," she said, sneering.

"It's mostly survival, but an amusing opportunity. Refuse, and we'll probably both die, and you'll definitely die. The snow's getting harder, and I probably won't make it to warmth... but I will sit here like a crow and watch you die."

Another giggle, the hot breath so very close, her eye glancing at his yellow orb near her. "Its your choice. Die proud or let me save both our lives. Think of it as... a test of curiosity."

Karkat might have been frozen, but not frozen enough to avoid giving her a cursory stare. It was harder when he was suffering from hypothermia, but he was still an empath. In fact, it was almost a blessing not to be constantly assaulted by everyone else's emotions for a change, but he wouldn't admit that. But her proximity to him meant that he couldn't shut her out.

"You think I care if someone in this sinkhole watches me die?" Karkat replied, letting his eyelids lower again. His rapier wit was dulled by the cold, as was his normal response to suggestive language. It might have also had to do with the fact that it was a human doing it, or maybe the seperation of age.

"You must be new here," he managed to mumble, sitting up enough so his bones cracked audibly in the cold. "You'll die a lot. It ain't a big deal."

Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.

"New... ish," she said, her eyes turning towards him as she stayed there, unphased by his reactions. This close, he could feel the predatory side in her, like a cat toying with a mouse. There wasn't actually much eroticism to it, despite all of her posturing. Of course, with the things she'd seen before coming to the tower, sex had long lost a certain amount of its eroticism. She preferred hunting in the first place.

"But I am no stranger to death, little troll. I died before I came to the island, and I lost track of how many times I died there. Death there, death here... it does not matter," she whispered softly. "but why die when you don't really need to?"

[Ah, so his powers had been enough to heal the troll. Illnesses due to the weather were a bit tricky sometimes..but it was good to see that he wasn't useless here.]

It's alright. I am Raphael, so I'm able to heal people of illnesses. I am sorry that I can't warm people up though..it's not part of what I am.

[Equius wasn't sure if the storeroom had always been empty or it had just been picked clean by other people in the Tower looking to snag some supplies before everything got ruined, but one way or another, there was nothing of value to be found there. Maybe the next one would be better, even though he knew already that it was that big puzzle with the balance beams. There could totally be a few platforms somewhere with stuff on them! Yeah! ...No, probably not, that stuff would all be washed down into the pit unless it was contained in a chest or something. Which itself might be carried into the pit. But of course...]

[The yellowblood's adventure down this kind of stupid train of thought stopped abruptly when he heard the heavy thump and loud breathing of something being dragged down the stairs. He looked up and found -- who else -- Karkat, holding a bloodied sickle in one hand and a big-ass monster in the other. Since Equius was looking at him from the front, all he saw were the unfortunate stains on his leg. Predictably, before doing anything else, Equius said the first thing that came to mind:] ...oh god. [Thus accomplished, and helping so much with Karkat's ordeal, he finally came around to doing something of actual worth and importance: offering his help/advice, for what he could do. Equius wasn't nearly strong enough to haul the creature down (it would probably kill him), but all of those leaves on the stairs... Karkat was going to trip, and then he'd fall into a room full of precariously-stacked boxes with a heavy lump of meat.]

Um... are you sure that's a good idea?

[Disable him you did, Karkat. The cold was having a similar effect on Gamzee, though he was too stupid to realize it until it was much too late. Seeking shelter only after he was already mostly frostbitten and worn-out was par for the Makara course, honestly.]

[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.]

[He does more then think about answering. He does answer, because Karkat looks absolutely horrible. As much as he'd like to laugh at him before leaving him to drown and/or continue to be miserable, he feels like he has an obligation to take care of the smaller Vantases, as some sort of payback for Signless. It's a bit backwards, but he'll take any new purpose he can find.]

Of courthe you do, and you mutht know how horrible you look right now. [Heh.

He floats a bit closer, but still not close enough to cover Karkat with his umbrella.]

Karkat looked for a moment as if he would answer, eyes narrowing in a bit of disdain. A simple "because I don't care" was probably all she was going to get, but he also didn't want to argue. It was hard to want to argue when you were about to freeze to death.

So instead, he just doesn't answer and continues to shiver. After a moment of gathering his strength, he answers her from his sitting position.

"I'm a highblood, lady," Karkat stammers, chewing a bit of dried skin off his lips. "Did you get that speech about trolls yet?"

What in the everloving bulge-breaking sweet fuck do you think you're doing?

[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.]

[Karkat paused in his heaving and turned to glance at Equius. Great, just the person he didn't want to see in the middle of this task. Granted, it wasn't Equius personally that he had been trying to avoid, but it had seemed that the Tower had by and large forgotten that they were still housing his lusus in the forest floor below.

She had been hunting monsters for quite some time, but he had run into her while traversing the staircases earlier -- hunting, which meant that the wind monsters were giving her trouble. Not a surprise really, given that she was a spider and even with her girth she was quite lightweight. They were simply too fast for her.

He wasn't in a hurry to remind anyone that she was there, but there was no real way to dodge the question now that it had been asked. So he'd roll with it.]

You got a better one?

[Psii might hear him snort over the water rushing down the stairwell before the cerulean stubbornly continues climbing, away from him and the umbrella. He's way too proud for that shit.]

Then tell me something I don't know, pisspants.

[He tries to shake some water out of his bangs so he can smooth them back again. If Karkat had known that Psii's obligation was due to his obligation for Signless, he likely would have been more vocal and vehement in his refusal. Not because he disliked Signless (quite the contrary), but because they had no connection to one another.

It was a bitter and sensitive topic for Karkat.]

"About your nobility? No, I'm afraid not," she said in a soft purr, crawling forward and settling herself on his lap, fingers brushing at his cheek. She purred, lips very close to his and letting the hot air brush there. "But a name like that, highblood... Your kind are always so proud."

"Perhaps I should forcibly cuddle, warm us both up, and you can threaten to kill me later?"

[Oh, no, he certainly hadn't forgotten. Though fortunately his sharpshooting adventures in the forest floor had not resulted in an untimely demise by the legs of a monstrous spider, he'd had more than one run-in with her, and none of those had ever ended in pleasant memories. Mostly they had ended in making sure he was still good at fleeing for his life. But hey, gotta exercise every once in a while.]

Well, it just seems a bit dangerous to be dragging it down the stairs... you could pull it too hard or something, and the carcass rolls over and... yeah.

[That got real gruesome real fast. Let's try this again. Preferably without the implications that Karkat's next respectable heroic death will be via a monster Katamari ball.]

Can't you use the elevator instead?

Think I'm motherf-f-f-fuckin' s-survivin', nookshank.

[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.]

[Why do you have to be like this, Karkats.]

You'd probably move fathter if you undrethed. Or if you had a boat, but that wouldn't be tho good for going up.

[But imagine taking one all the way down the Tower. Or trying to, because the staircases didn't always line up perfectly. Still, it could be fun. Maybe he would try it, but for now he had to deal with one unreasonably grumpy troll.]

Altho you're probably going to have lotth of wrinkleth onthe you mature. Your fathe ithn't that good at bounthing back from thour lookth.

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Karkat Tantrum Bingo ft. The Four Seasons

[spring] [i don't have a specific floor in mind but a powers enabled floor okok]

rude psii

Winter, Infirmary.

Winter - Cathedral

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Autumn; staircase between floors 40 and 41

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