Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

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[hystericull]

[Most of what he was doing was involuntary. Gamzee moved in the way that still felt like he was moving, only he wasn't moving a body. For him and only a few other people, it was a familiar feeling, being a soul. Not having a real body, that is. Whatever he had now was more than he'd had in the bowels of the Tower.]

[He was stumbling in the dark - more fortunate than others because of his nocturnal nature. It was easier to get around, and the dim lights actually helped a lot.]

[Right now, he was panting. He was clutching the shape of his clubs, trying to keep a hold on them, feeling like his muscles were tensed but not really getting any visual of it. He was moving fast, flitting down the corridors and down the stairs in a futile attempt to figure anything out. He didn't have a destination in mind, but he was certainly on a mission for something. He figured he'd know once he found it.]

[For the first time in a while, he was driven.]

[terreifying]

Gam...zee?

[Rei is alright with this. She was never human to begin with. Never even had a real human shape to begin with. Which is why she's pretty glad that her wire frame at least looks like her.]

[Even though she knows that everyone else is sad over being reduced to wires and souls, she almost feels like giggling. It's actually pretty fun to try to tell everyone by their silhouettes alone.]

[hystericull]

[He was so bad with voices. The fact that all the humans looked pretty much the same when made of wire didn't help at all, either. As such, he had no idea who the fuck was calling his name, but he turned to the vaguely female frame in front of him, at a sudden loss for words because he wasn't mentally prepared to engage in conversation.]

...What!?

[Sorry, give him a chance to process this.]

[terreifying]

Just checking to see if you were okay.

[She points at the chip that can be seen through the film of his head.]

What's that?

[hystericull]

[Gamzee does halt, but he's a bit fidgety as he stands still. When Rei points out his modchip, it dawns on him that it is, in fact, visible to everyone here, now. Not that it really bothered him, but it was just an eerie sensation.]

Makes me motherfuckin' tick right.

[The bundle of wires making up Gamzee shifted uncomfortably.]

I don't like tickin' right.

[terreifying]

[She can remember him talking about not wanting to be sane before.]

So that's what the thing in your head looks like. You still don't like it?

[hystericull]

[There was a pause before he responded again.]

It's motherfuckin' complicated, and what's also - none of your fucking business.

[He grunted in discomfort, waving a hand dismissively.]

I ain't never was one for such quietness what it bring to me.

[lightofhumanity]

[This portion of the truth was a mixed blessing to chaos. One the one hand, his powers, Anima on the whole, was gone. He held no power here right now, and he wasn't any threat at all. However..that meant he couldn't help others, and there would be people who wouldn't like the harsh truth.

So, when he saw a person running by and recognized the voice, he followed it, a bit worried about this person.]

Gamzee, are you alright?

[hystericull]

[God damnit, all of these human-looking blobby wire figures were so similar-looking! This is exactly why trolls were superior - their horns distinguished them even when they lost all other details.]

[He's heard this voice enough to recognize it, at least. But just recognizing it didn't give him a face or a name to associate with it. He had a fucking terrible memory. He waved his wire-frame hand in front of the figure's face, tilting his non-head a little.]

The fuck do you think!?

[There was a few seconds before he answered again.]

...I'm motherfuckin' fine. Who the fuck is you?

[lightofhumanity]

[Well, chaos wasn't really expecting Gamzee to know who he was. It was odd for chaos to rely on normal senses, but..it wasn't bad. In fact, chaos was probably one of the few who was a bit happy about his power loss.]

I see..however, if you are not truly fine, I would not mind helping you. And I am chaos.

[..Or should he go back to using his old name? No. This could all fade in an instant. Best to be consistent.]

[hystericull]

[If chaos had not used the name Gamzee was accustomed to, it would just confuse him further. Thanks for being consistent, at least.]

'Ey, there be one thing you all can be motherfuckin' tellin' at me.

[He lifted his wiry arms a little in consideration.]

You seen a big hunk of wires with horns like this?

[He mimicked the wideness of Tavros' bull horns with his 'hands'.]

Or this?

[Now, the wavy, zig-zag pattern of Eridan's horns.]

Not that I can't be findin' them for my fuckin' own, that is.

[lightofhumanity]

[That, and it would call to attention that he had a different name at one point. It was best to not dig holes for questions about his past to go if he could help it.]

I am sorry. I have not seen them, but if you wish, I will help you find them.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee wouldn't have minded. He has a very short attention span when it comes to other people's problems, anyway. Which is a blessing for some, and an irritant for many more. He laughs at chaos' response, though.]

Not fucking necessary, brother. Don't know what the fuckin' point is in looking on them, anyway. Don't much fuckin' got a clue 'bout nothing right now, 'cept all that I can't be sittin' around with my wiry thumbs up my nook.

[myblueskies]

[Finding your friends was hard when everyone was made of wire. But Romeo spotted Gamzee by his horns] Gamzee! Is that you? [A small orange frame bounced towards him]

[hystericull]

[Out of all the people he'd encountered, Romeo was the easiest to recognize. It didn't take long at all for Gamzee to put the smaller frame, upbeat step, and familiar voice together. He stared down for a moment at his own filmy, blue hands before looking back up to where Romeo's eyes would have been.]

Know any other motherfucker with such a striking motherfuckin' silhouette?

[myblueskies]

Nope! Only you look like you! [He got close] This is a strange experiment.

[hystericull]

I'll bet my motherfuckin' balls on that, yo.

[He sighed, rubbing at what used to be his forehead. The chip that had been placed there was not liking the environmental change one bit, and even though Gamzee was but bits of film and wire, he could still feel a pulse of pain radiating from where it was visibly affixed to those wires.]

Been worse, though, if we be lookin' on things all brightways.

[myblueskies]

Yeah. [He shrugged] At least we have our minds. And I only got two legs!

[hystericull]

Yeah, uh, that's fuckin' great???

[Sorry, Romeo, you should know his memory is shit and he doesn't remember things going back more than a week - and that's on a VERY good day. As far as he can recall, you've always had two legs, so that's a weird thing to be joyous about. Then again, better to be happy about something than nothing.]

I will be very slow for a little while and sorry I'm so late as it is!

[warriorscribe]

*Er...oh, he's seen those horns!*

Gam...Gamzee?

*Enoch sounds a little out of breath. But the troll seemed from his body language that he had something in mind. He wants to know what, if anyone has found anything out.*

no worries! same here!

[hystericull]

[Fortunately, he's been easy to spot with his horns. Gamzee, however, cannot tell one fucking pink human from the next without seeing their god damn faces.]

The fuck are you!?

[warriorscribe]

My name is Enoch-...I don't know if we've been formally introduced, come to think of it...we've met a few times.

*Perfectly fine, Gamzee, that's a human thing.*

[hystericull]

Ain't motherfuckin' doubting on it.

[He said dismissively, and with much distraction. He wasn't really focused on anything else in particular, but a whole lot of nothing. His mind was racing, but it wasn't racing with any solid thoughts.]

Hard to fuckin' tell you bitches from one a fucking nother in this goop.

[warriorscribe]

We're having trouble telling one another apart, honestly.

...You looked like you were going somewhere very deliberately, though. I wanted to ask if it was anything I could help with.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee's entire presence is uneasy. However, he shakes his head, attempting to appear under control.]

Won't motherfuckin' be knowing at it until I fuckin' find it. Be how I motherfucking operate, mostly. Things ain't gonna come to you.

'Specially if they look like the motherfuckers I was askin' on earlier.

[If he had eyes, he'd be rolling them along with that last comment.]