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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.
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.
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Not that he particularly wanted to be in any way connected to the tower, and especially not through the medium of the biowires. He shuddered just at the thought of feeling them invade his body and take over his mind again. And who was to say the tower couldn't reprogram him far more effectively than anything the Condesce had ever managed to do?
"My theory ith that they're the only thing the tower could find that counted as 'mine'," he concluded with a sigh. "That, or they're really just trying to thee how much they can torture me. SS got his favourite movies."
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"So you were a Helmsman," he commented offhandedly, almost uncertainly. "Sounds cool in theory. I guess shitty in practice."
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Of all the aspects of being a Helmsman that had sucked the most, serving Her Imperial Condescension directly was definitely at the top of the list. "The Condesce ith insane. Completely. She made everything a million timeth worse than it had to be. Granted, it was thupposed to be a punishment for rebelling againtht her, so it's not like she'th totally in the wrong."
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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.
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He could see the moment that Karkat 'got' it by the abrupt change of expression on his face, and Ψiioniic nodded. "When I firtht got here, I was pretty much completely broken. I followed the orderth of anyone who seemed high enough to be in authority over me... which was pretty much everyone. SS ith helping me get over that - AGAIN - but it's an uphill battle. I still don't think I could actually dithobey her now, short of her ordering me to kill SS, which I've already PROVED I'd rather kill uth both."
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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.
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And also as a subtle warning. "Hope that you never do," he said darkly. "She'th here, but... well, I don't know whether you're the Karkat that's SS'th Descendant or the one that'th a blue-blood, but it doesn't matter. Blue-blood might theem high to the rest of us, but ath far ath she's concerned, anyone not a thea dweller is trash, pretty much."
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"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.
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"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.
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"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."
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"I don't know Vrithka," he admitted. "Why do people mistake you for her?"
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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."
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He wondered a little about the brief flash of... something... in Karkat's eyes, but he wasn't sure prying was a good idea. Then again, if he'd seen that look in Signless' eyes, it would have been a flash of panic, and that couldn't be good.
Fuck it, it couldn't hurt. Probably. Hell, the worst Karkat could do was kill him, and that had sort of lost its threat for Ψiioniic now. "Ith everything okay? You looked... upset, for a second."
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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."
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This wasn't his moirail, though, and he had no right to push if the younger troll didn't want to tell him what was wrong. "I didn't mean you should literally treat her like your Descendant, jutht... I don't know. It seemth like a similar issue with people confuthing you because of thimilar personality traits or whatever."