towerofanimus | 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.

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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.

"It'th weird enough for me, having my Descendant running around," Ψiioniic said, shrugging. "I can't imagine how much weirder it would be if there wath actually another me here. And at leatht Captor is a kid, and I'm an adult, tho once people get past the initial confusion they can eathily tell us apart. And we have different nameth." He smiled slightly. "Maybe you should a title and go by that. 'The Annoyed'?"

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."

Ψiioniic had to laugh a little at that. Descendant or not, this troll's attitude did remind him rather strongly of Signless. Given the topic of conversation, however, he thought it would be best not to mention that.

"I don't know Vrithka," he admitted. "Why do people mistake you for her?"

"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."

"Maybe if you treat her more like she'th your Descendant?" Ψiioniic suggested. "That'th pretty much the same situation I'm in with Thollux, only he looks like me, too. You've got all the hallmarkth in common of being Ancestor/Descendent."

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."

"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."

"Uh-huh. Sure," Ψiioniic said, unconvinced. It wasn't that he thought Karkat and Signless were the same, but they DID seem to have remarkably similar expressions and ways of expressing their moods. And he knew Signless well enough to be able to read that flash of unease.

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."

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