http://2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] 2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-11-11 09:00 am

Have a 'reward'

Characters: Ψiioniic ([info]2nd_dii2ciiple) and open.
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding area
Format: Narrative please, I suck at action tags
Summary: Ψiioniic is NOT pleased with his 'reward'.
Warnings: Explosions. Possibly lots of them. Very pissed off and frightened powerful psychic.



When Ψiioniic saw the mention of a 'reward' on the network, he was curious to see what his would be. Nothing could possibly make up for the bullshit the tower had put him through, but he wasn't going to turn down something that would compensate for it a little. He couldn't imagine what kind of possible reward it could offer him, though. Unless it brought his computer system, which he rather doubted considering the lengths the tower had gone through to prevent people from having access to that sort of thing. He really didn't have anything else. He'd arrived at the tower with nothing in his chest but a change of clothes for a reason.

What he did NOT expect to see when he walked through the door of his shared respite block was a mass of pulsing fuscia biowires taking up all the space at the foot of his bed. The mound reached to about his hip height, and more trailed down from the ceiling. The helmet wires hung just at his head height, dangling empty like an obscene invitation.

He froze in utter horror and revulsion, panic and denial racing through his mind. With a sharp cry he blasted at it with his powers, lashing it - and the rest of the room - over and over with bolts of blue and red, so fast that they blended together into purple.

Backing out of the room into the hall, he continued to blast at the room, until there was nothing left of his corner but a charred and ruined hulk. Even then, he could see the withered mind of biowires, like a silent accusation of where he should be.

Turning away, he leaned against the wall and was noisily sick, bringing up everything he'd eaten so far that night.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-11-12 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe you could've taken control?" Karkat supplied with a shrug, eyelids drawing. "I don't know much about those things or how they work, so..." He looked away and back to the mass, frowning. He seemed pretty afraid of them, so he couldn't imagine it was exactly a picnic to be connected to them.

"So you were a Helmsman," he commented offhandedly, almost uncertainly. "Sounds cool in theory. I guess shitty in practice."

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-11-12 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Karkat's eyelashes fluttered obnoxiously, one eyebrow quirking and disappearing into his hair as he digested the information given to him. "Wait. Let me get this straight. You were the Condescension's Helmsman?" he said, lowering his voice a bit. She was somewhat of a legend, all things considering -- none of the kids ever saw her.

Again, he paused, trying to reason out his logic, and simply ended up shaking his head. "If she enslaved you and brainwashed you, why the fuck are you justifying any of that?"

And then Karkat listened to what had just come out of his mouth, stopped at 'brainwashing' and fell silent.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-11-14 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a pretty sweet position," he started, before quickly correcting himself. "--you know, if it didn't involve slavery, I mean."

The cerulean didn't appear particularly moved by the story, though he flinched every now and then at the thought of someone having that much authority over another. On one hand, it sounded intoxicating. On the other hand, what if it had been him?

Not that it would ever be him, but.

"I haven't had the misfortune of meeting her," he finally said, jaw tightening in the process. He wasn't exactly afraid of her, but the idea of talking poorly about the Condesce where it could possibly get back to her sounded very unintelligent.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-11-14 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
At the mention of his dimension duplicate, Karkat's nose wrinkled. He had a hard time hiding any display of disgust when he was mentioned, though he had managed to curb his vocal objections quiet a bit since he had helped him with his injuries, which had only just begun any real signs of recovery.

"I ain't Signless's descendant," was all he offered in exchange, in the most neutral tone he could manage. Karkat was a decent actor, but when his emotions got the better of him, there was no real hiding it. He still resented the comparison, even if he had come to terms with the fact that there was no avoiding it.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-11-14 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Karkat grunted softly and shook his head, waving a hand in a nonchalant fashion. "Don't be. I should be used to it by now," he muttered, awkwardly folding his arms again. He couldn't wait to get that cast off for that reason alone.

"It doesn't really matter, I guess," he added without any real feeling behind it. In truth, the hemospectrum didn't matter at all to him in practice...until he was being mistaken for a null-blood. It had been fine when Kanaya was the mutant, and not him.

It didn't help that everyone here seemed to care a great deal for the other version of him, where everyone at home could've cared less.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-11-14 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The younger troll frowned at the title he was christened with, apparently not appreciating the humor. However, after he thought about it for a moment, his frown softened and even turned upward into a bit of a smooth smirk.

"Tch. I'll keep my name. He can be 'The Nooksniffer' for all I care," Karkat added, shrugging one shoulder. "Besides, I think I've been confused more for Vriska than the other Karkat. Might be equal. I stopped keeping track."

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-11-14 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's their session's cerulean," Karkat replied, sounding fairly neutral on the subject. He hadn't really had a problem with her, aside from their difficult ego-clashes on occasion. "Apparently I talk a lot like her. Same blood color, same manner of speech, same lusus--"

Oh fuck. He had forgotten the reason he had come here in the first place. What if Spidermom was munching on someone's leg while he was bullshitting?

Keep it together.

"Yeah. That."

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-11-15 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"My...Descendant?" Karkat answered, looking extremely confused. He shook is head and began to gesture, attempting to clarify. "No no, I have one of her in my session too, she's just...much lower on the hemospectrum. She's a brown-blood in my session. I don't know anything about her Ancestor."

When he honed in on his expression change, he swallowed hard and forced a smile. "Upset? Nah. Just a lot on my mind. Nope. Totally fine here."