towerofanimus | we're lost inside this darkness

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Setting: Room 1-12, backdated to Nov 9th!
Format: Action
Summary: Vriska has decided to kill Karkat's lusus to save them from having to feed her. It doesn't go as planned.
Warnings: Huge fucking spiders, lusus death, murder, blood, etc.

[Vriska steels herself for the claim she'd made to Karkat. She's going to kill Spidermom. It's not like she hasn't done it before. She couldn't think about the fact that she had already been half dead at the time and an easy target to kill.

It's fine- Karkat had said she was smaller. Vriska can easily take her. Her grip tightens on her dice, jostling them in her hand to hide the fact that it is trembling from a deep-set fear. She had thought she was done with her lusus. And here she was having to deal with someone else's. Someone else's Spidermom. Was she never going to be rid of this responsibility? Well, hopefully this time will be the last once she kills her.

And maybe it will smooth things out with the other cerulean. Maybe it will make up for the things she did. Somehow she doubts it. Doubts it like going after Jack would clean away the slate of horrible things she'd done in the Veil. But if she can just convince herself it will help a little, that it will make her a hero, make people hate her less... She is willing to kill Spidermom for that, it makes her fear a little less intense. What's there to be afraid of? She's just a stupid spider and Vriska's the one in control here! She's God Tier. She can handle her lusus now, no problem. No need to cater to her disgusting diet.

She takes a deep breath, stopping at the door to Karkat's room, staring at it and knowing what's waiting for her on the other side. Her eyes flick down to her hand, loosening her grip, trying to look relaxed and unfazed. One of them has to be, and Karkat's already proven to be a total wriggler about it. She's as ready as she'll ever be. She straightens, reaching out and grabbing the knob and throwing the door open.]

Alright, Vantas. You can quit your bitching! The great Vriska Serket is here to handle allllllll your dumb lusus problems!

[She doesn't look around immediately, but she can see the shadow of it out of the corner of her eye. She tenses slightly.]

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[Vriska leaps out of the way, wings fluttering and transferring her to the opposite side of the room where she throws her dice.

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It's not what she's going for, she regrets not rigging the roll now for the Guillotine de la Marquise, but whatever. Ancestral Awakening will do the job too. She grips the sword and flies forward, eyes flickering over each of the legs, preparing to dodge if she tries to strike again. She's not afraid of facing Spidermom at her best.

She's not.]

[The Spider screeches again, backing into her web and once again raising her front legs. Venom drips from her fangs like clear mucus, toxic enough to bleach the surface beneath her. The web beneath her suddenly vibrates, shaking the room a bit as she tries to entice her prey closer.

Both legs waver and dance like bait, all eight eyes blinking in an alternating pattern. Again she roars in a threatening fashion, raising two more legs as she leans back into the web.

Meanwhile, Karkat continues to watch, half traumatized in the corner.]

[Vriska feels the bile rising in her throat at the sight. Exactly how she had dealt with so many of the trolls she'd fed to her. Even though this one is Karkat's, it still feels like her lusus. And she's trying to kill her.

She shoves the thought away. It's not the time for second guessing and doubts. This is for the good of the tower, and the good of everyone in it. And maybe she'll be a hero for it. She grinds her teeth together, flitting a little closer, before her wings suddenly flap quicker and she seems to vanish out of sight for a second with the speed before she heads for Spidermom. Forget the legs, she's aiming for an eye.]

[Spidermom shrieks and stabs both legs forward the second Vriska moves, but she's too fast. The lusus screams in agony when her blow connects and immediately begins thrashing in every direction to try and knock the younger troll out of the sky, or force her into her web.]

[It works, and Vriska is thrown to the floor, sliding across the tile with a grunt from the force of contact. But she's back on her feet as quick as she can be. There's no sense in letting the lusus have a moment to regain her bearings.

She throws herself forward, swinging her sword at a leg to try to maim her again. Though she'll never admit it, she's silently begging that it works.]

[There's another shrill cry that pierces the air when her leg is sliced, leaving the lusus to back up in a half limp to try and protect herself without leaving any openings. Karkat had moved around the corner to hide behind his roommate's bed, out of Spidermom's sight, clamping his hands over his ears.

As cerulean blood began to soak into the flooring, it would be joined by a strange, pained baying -- a cry for help echoing from the lusus' throat, which Karkat was struggling to ignore.

Despite how much he hated feeding her, it was still his lusus. The mutual relationship of survival was enough to drive him to death by guilt. Or it would have been, if he hadn't managed to close off his hearing.]

Edited 2011-11-30 06:11 (UTC)

[Vriska falters, her bloody hand tightening around the equally bloody sword and she tries hard to drown the sound out. It's not her lusus, it's not. It's not her problem, it's Karkat's and she's just doing the dirty work for him.

She can't be bothered by it. She tries to shut herself off from it as she lunges at her again to attempt to stab her again. But all she can think of is how she had to kill her lusus too and it's awful. She feels sick.]

Just die already!

[Spidermom isn't about to go down so easily. She screams viciously again, throwing her other foreleg up in an attempt to smash her full force into the wall.

Karkat is very glad Vriska is focused, because he's curled up in a ball on the other side of the bed, staring at the floor like a huge wriggler.]

[There's a sharp cry of pain as her front side cracks against a wall and her sword clatters to the floor when she doubles over. Damn it, why couldn't she have gotten the guillotine on her first roll? This would have been so much easier. Her luck seriously sucks.

She fumbles a bit, trying to get her bearings back and grabbing for her weapon again. She tests her wings to make sure they're working properly before taking back to the air. She's going to have to be more tactile about this if she's going to kill her with the least amount of injuries.]

Vantas, you better- be grateful for this!

[There's no answer from Karkat, but Spidermom is on the move again, trying to take advantage of potential prey while its down. While limping, she pulls a strand of steel-thick webbing with her to try and pin the other troll again.]

[Vriska isn't going to have any of that, she's constantly shifting herself around, fluttering from corner to corner to avoid while she looks for a good opening. The eyes seem like a good place to aim, but it means getting close. But basically all of her potential attacks will be close combat, unfortunately, so she has to make a decision somewhere.

She moves forward again, aiming for another eye. Maybe if she can blind her... but 8 eyes is a lot to go through, it would take time. Unless she can slash out a few of them at once. Which she's going to try for.]

[She succeeds thanks to her speed and Spidermom's difficulty balancing on seven legs. The lusus cries in pain again, thrashing desperately in an attempt to knock Vriska out of the sky.

But she doesn't flee. Her charge is still nearby, much to his dismay.

Its getting messy. Cerulean is everywhere, but Spidermom's thrashing isn't slowing down.]

[All Vriska can smell is blood. Blood everywhere, all over her, all over the room, all over Spidermom. She forces it to the back of her mind and goes for the rest of her eyes, trying to flit in between the thrashing legs as quickly as she can.]

we're lost inside this darkness

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