towerofanimus | A Triangle Reunited (CLOSED)

Characters: The unfortunate people in room 2-02
Setting: Room 2-02
Format: Action
Summary: Two Tower residents are back, and discover they've been assigned to the worst room possible. (Poor Minato.)
Warnings: Probably lots of foul language, inappropriate remarks, and violence.

[Richtofen awakes abruptly like he normally does. He has the feeling that something is wrong, which isn't unusual for him. However, when he casts his rueful glare at his roommates today, he notices that two of them are not the ones he's used to seeing. Short blue hair and a yellow collar on one, big ugly horns and a blue collar on the other...

Oh, no.

No, this is not happening. He absolutely refuses to let this be a thing.]

Wake up! Both of you! Up! Out!

[Richtofen shouts at the top of his lungs - it's been an unusually long time since he's strained his voice like this - and immediately lobs a pillow at Jin's head. Then he snatches up one of his boots and beams it at Gamzee.]

Was ist los?! Is this some kind of a joke? [He spins around and glares upward, toward wherever the surveillance cameras should be in the room.] I will not stand for these kinds of shenanigans, do you hear me, Zo? Riki? Ruana?!

HONK!!!!

[Limbs free from paralysis, Gamzee sprang forward, grabbing at the boot like it was a living being hell-bent on tearing him to pieces. When his fingers closed around nothing but leather and rubber, he looked down to examine his assailant. The only thing particularly dangerous about it were the laces that wound around his knobby knuckles.]

[Lifting his head, he tried to assess the situation as best he could through his swimming vision. He was back. Back in the tower of souls he'd thought he'd left behind for good. Either that, or he was having a particularly vivid death-dream.]

[The boot, however, smelled distinctly familiar. The shrill shrieking that followed the wafting scent was more than enough to confirm its owner. His head snapped to the side, filling his throat with a growl and his chest with a burning irritation that he was so content to have been without for the past thirty seconds.]

[It took no time at all for him to chuck the shoe back at its source, and less time for him to vault off of the bed and displace his anger onto the disgusting, pink human in front of him.]

[Gamzee went straight for Richtofen without even thinking about why he was here or what he was supposed to be doing. Right now, all that mattered was trying to beat the shit out of the person responsible for his current foul mood.]

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[Gamzee didn't remember going to sleep, but here he was, waking up as if he had. What was the last thing he remembered? It felt like all those times he drank too much human wine and woke up in a puddle of drool the next day. Only this time, he didn't feel particularly sick about it.]

[He was... pretty sure he'd been dead. At least, that was as much as his faulty thinkpan could put together. There was the feeling you get after you sleep, and there was the feeling you get after you get knocked unconscious. It's a different kind of waking up, and this felt heavier than both of them. Like he'd been hit by an asteroid and somehow reformed enough to regain consciousness.]

[What the hell was he going on about?]

[It didn't matter, because his temple was soon annihilated by some sort of heavy footwear. It clunked against his skull with a sickening noise, and the flash of pain was just what he needed to startle himself out of his stupor with an obxnoxious--

[After 2-02 went down to just Richtofen and himself, mornings was normally a somewhat quiet affair. Sure, the older man would say something weird and probably crazy stuff from time to time, but it's nothing too bad. It's almost routine how they learn to adapt to just the two of them.

So this would be another quiet morning...If it weren't for Richtofen's yelling and suddenly obnoxious sounding "honk" interrupting his sleep.

Minato woke up with a start, his battle honed instincts driving him to get up quickly. Sitting up, he quickly glance around for the source of the noises and saw someone trying to beat up Richtofen.

Wait, what.]

Richtofen-san?!

[Okay, time to get out of bed now, bed hair or no bed hair.]

[It was the closest thing to dead he'd ever really been; at least as much as he considered dead. It certainly wasn't living, so he had considered whatever state his existence had achieved quite an improvement, if he'd ever really been aware of it in the first place, which he wasn't really sure he was.

It was complicated. But it was quiet. When you hit rock bottom, you basically took what you could get.

But then something happened and-- he awoke to the feeling of a pillow smacking him in the head.

He awoke. To a pillow. And someone yelling angrily in german. And a loud honking noise.

Goddamnit.]

Do either of you... [His voice was groggy from sleep and disuse, but he slowly and stiffly sat up against his better judgment. And furthermore against his better judgment, he didn't even care to locate his evoker. Instead he strained his mind and granted Moros an appearance of its own accord, its singular arm spinning around to grab the angry, honking, alien clown whose existence he would rather vehemently deny.]

...ever shut the hell up?!

[As soon as the boot smacks him, Richtofen spins around, braced to deal with Gamzee's assault. He grabs him by the collar with one hand and aims a punch at his face with the other. If Jin wants to come over and get caught in the crossfire, that's fine with him, because Richtofen is going to keep punching and kicking whoever gets into his general area for the next couple of minutes.]

Agh-- Minato! Look at how-- nngh-- unreasonable these two are! Get this filthy clown off of me, verdammt!

[He is just a mess of flailing limbs right now. Approach with caution.]

[The filthy clown will not get off of Richtofen for any reason until he is emotionally satisfied with beating him to a pulp. Or, if he happens to be physically detained. Or if there was a mention of food. He is suddenly realizing just how ravenous a dirt nap can make a motherfucking brother.]

[Gamzee would have been quite surprised if Richtofen hadn't retaliated immediately. Quite surprised, and vaguely disappointed. If that crotchety old fuck had been made docile by the goings on while he was away, he'd have no hope left for anyone else here.]

[The punch landed squarely on his jaw, but with Richtofen hanging on to his collar, Gamzee wasn't allowed much room for recoil. It didn't matter much, anyway, since he wasn't going to be deterred by a single pop to the mouth. He went straight for the geezer's collar, as well, pushing him back towards the bed and slamming his other hand into Richtofen's throat.]

[He was going to strangle this fucker right here and now. His initial mission in this hell was to choke out the motherfucker who threw a boot at his head.]

[Oh, that's it. When Minato saw Moros making an appearance, he immediately turned and reach for his evoker. Grabbing it out from his trunk, he points it at his head and face the fighting.

Bang.]

Ubelluris!

[The large rock figure appears and reach out to try and pry both Gamzee and Richtofen apart. Assuming Moros didn't grab the horned person first.]

[Amazingly, Moros-- and Jin-- had no interest in trying to get in Ubellurs' way. In a striking move that is bound to confound anthropologists, behaviorists, and psychologists for many centuries to come, Moros actually began to assist Ubelluris in trying to pry Gamzee and Richtofen apart, with Jin still having a measure of control and dictation over his actions.]

Unreasonable?! I'm trying to help you, you grimy old bastard--!

[The again maybe he was just trying to prove Richtofen wrong.]

[Richtofen keeps flailing while the big dumb monstrosities try to pry himself and Gamzee apart. It's hard to make noise with Gamzee's hand against his throat, but oh my god does he try. Mostly, he growls and groans, but on occasion he's able to let out a shrill, angry yell.]

Dumm- kopf--!

[He kicks his legs as hard as possible, and makes a blind grab for the knife he keeps under his pillow. He'll beat Gamzee's head in with the sheath if he has to.]

A Triangle Reunited (CLOSED)

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HONK!!!!

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WAS OUT OF TOWN EXCUSE THE DELAY

NO WORRIES ABOUT IT

I'M STILL SO ANGRY I DIDN'T GET THIS NOTIF ???? I'M SO SORRY

REMEMBER WHEN I WAS GONNA RESPOND TO THIS IN A TIMELY FASHION ME NEITHER