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vatheon2013-01-20 08:03 pm
bethehugejerk) wrote in vatheon2013-01-20 08:03 pm
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Who: Karkat and the Psiioniic, with mentions of Gamzee in the background (with mun agreement).
Where: A random street in Vatheon.
When: Backdated to Thursday (the 17th).
Style: Action.
Status: Closed.
[Lousy stupid goddamn moirail. Those are Karkat's thoughts as he storms through the streets of Vatheon, cursing his luck alongside the ill-behaved troll child who's run off without word, permission, or even a note. Not that he'd be eager to see what awful cluckbeast scratch Gamzee's younger self would produce, hell no, but it would be something better than the brat wandering off somewhere. This is what he gets for not paying attention when the kid was out playing.]
[Parenting: harder than it looks. Even if a "parent" isn't really what he'd call himself this week, technicalities set aside too. It's not their normal moirallegiance, either; if Karkat uses the term, it's more by association this week than through speech or actions. The point is just that he feels responsible. Without the usual memories to guide him, and youth inducing a wide streak of "I'm a little shit who clubs people in the knee", someone has to keep Gamzee in line.]
[Now if only the kid left some kind of sign of where he went. Karkat must look awkward, pausing every so often to peek out from under his hood, hand shielding his eyes as he does. There's a reason he's tried to stay inside as much as he can. And okay, blood may mean next to nothing here, but he'd sooner avoid awkward questions should anyone recognize him who doesn't know well enough to get the deal there.]
[But let's say blood and eye color weren't a thing he has to think about this week. Let's say he wasn't doing the awkward routine to try and shield his irises from view. It's still unlikely that Karkat would be looking up to search for Gamzee when for once he's at a height distinctly shorter than his own. It's by chance entirely that something bright catches the edge of his vision, and without thinking, he looks domewards--]
What the squawking fuck.
[--and spots the little terror in a floating ball of red and blue energy. That answers more than a few questions, but still raises others. He glimpsed a yellow grub on the network, but was that Sollux or Psii? Not that he can imagine the Psiioniic pulling this, but in either case, he needs to figure what's going on.]
[All this, in short, is why the Psiioniic would see some dude clutching his hoodie as he runs up. A grey-skinned dude, in fact, of the same height as Signless. Same nubby horn bumps under the fabric too, if his ancestor's ever gone without horn holes - Karkat usually leaves the hood down.]
Where: A random street in Vatheon.
When: Backdated to Thursday (the 17th).
Style: Action.
Status: Closed.
[Lousy stupid goddamn moirail. Those are Karkat's thoughts as he storms through the streets of Vatheon, cursing his luck alongside the ill-behaved troll child who's run off without word, permission, or even a note. Not that he'd be eager to see what awful cluckbeast scratch Gamzee's younger self would produce, hell no, but it would be something better than the brat wandering off somewhere. This is what he gets for not paying attention when the kid was out playing.]
[Parenting: harder than it looks. Even if a "parent" isn't really what he'd call himself this week, technicalities set aside too. It's not their normal moirallegiance, either; if Karkat uses the term, it's more by association this week than through speech or actions. The point is just that he feels responsible. Without the usual memories to guide him, and youth inducing a wide streak of "I'm a little shit who clubs people in the knee", someone has to keep Gamzee in line.]
[Now if only the kid left some kind of sign of where he went. Karkat must look awkward, pausing every so often to peek out from under his hood, hand shielding his eyes as he does. There's a reason he's tried to stay inside as much as he can. And okay, blood may mean next to nothing here, but he'd sooner avoid awkward questions should anyone recognize him who doesn't know well enough to get the deal there.]
[But let's say blood and eye color weren't a thing he has to think about this week. Let's say he wasn't doing the awkward routine to try and shield his irises from view. It's still unlikely that Karkat would be looking up to search for Gamzee when for once he's at a height distinctly shorter than his own. It's by chance entirely that something bright catches the edge of his vision, and without thinking, he looks domewards--]
What the squawking fuck.
[--and spots the little terror in a floating ball of red and blue energy. That answers more than a few questions, but still raises others. He glimpsed a yellow grub on the network, but was that Sollux or Psii? Not that he can imagine the Psiioniic pulling this, but in either case, he needs to figure what's going on.]
[All this, in short, is why the Psiioniic would see some dude clutching his hoodie as he runs up. A grey-skinned dude, in fact, of the same height as Signless. Same nubby horn bumps under the fabric too, if his ancestor's ever gone without horn holes - Karkat usually leaves the hood down.]
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If Signless were there, undoubtedly he'd have something to say about randomly pitching children into the sky in balls of telekinetic force, but he wasn't-- or was he?
Psii startles a little when he catches sight of a short horned troll that he is sure he couldn't mistake anyone for. In a brief enough glance, it wasn't hard to miss the differences.
So he promptly turns away from him, hands in the air as he announces: ]
It was entirely necessary. I am teaching the child two lessons: humility and to not be a stupid fuck.
[ He lisps heavily through the whole thing, his 's's coming out like 'th,' but he isn't afraid to speak loud and openly in public when he thinks he's trying to avoid a scolding from the prophet. ]
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Psii? Is that you?
[His hand drops out of the way entirely. He must sound similar to how the Signless does, though his ancestor is older still, even with the curse.]
I'll tell you right now that the honking wriggler you've got up there isn't going to learn humility that easy, and him being a stupid fuck is ingrained in the sands of time to the point that electron microscopes would reveal a screed on the many and countless acts of idiocy portrayed by one Gamzee Makara.
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You're Karkat Vantas.
[ He points at him, the gesture coming with a faint psionic tug at the back of Karkat's hood. (Though it could easily be resisted if he grabbed at it firmly enough.) He can't help but want to scrutinize him, his red and blue eyes very sharp. ]
You're the one that comes after all was doomed to fail.
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Don't pull on that with your freaky mind fuckery! I'm wearing it for a reason, as you might well know considering whose follower you are. And yes, I'm Karkat. You don't have your memories, do you?
[But he guesses he's had some kind of explanation, if he can guess who he is. Nonetheless, it's odd to think he has this chance to interact with a Psiioniic who hasn't, from his perspective, experienced his ultimate fate. Hell if he knows what to make of it yet.]
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He shrugs and shoves his hands in his pockets. ]
Nights ago, I had fallen asleep by a campfire after listening to a sermon only to awaken on a rectangular sleeping pad next to a seadweller in an alien world.
[ His voice is quieter now. He's self-conscious about lisping his way through a conversation, but not enough that he's unwilling to speak at all. ]
I have all of my memories, and none of this world. Is that problematic?
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Fuck me with seven screwdrivers, there is no luck to be had in this week. Why do I get stuck with the douchebags it's weird to explain stuff to? Because it sure wasn't my choice, but I guess some scientist must be giggling their misshapen ass off at this turn of events. Yes, let's make everything awful for Karkat! That's never been done before! First Gamzee, now you, and obviously I can't just cover it with things pulled out my waste chute when you're you and this age. You're not that stupid, are you, but of course not a single person up until now could take it on to tell you what the fuck is happening.
TL;DR, yes, it is problematic. You have been here for months of the human calendar; you are cursed, as are Gamzee and myself; and I hate my life, but nothing's new there.
[He lowers his hand finally, and scowls up at the Psiioniic.]
Every other week but this, I'm not quite seven sweeps old. I know your descendant, douchey prick that he is. That kid you're floating around like a demented balloon is about my age and also my moirail, though obviously that holds no water while he's stuck as that thing. Welcome to Vatheon!
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[ He can't help but sound as bitter as he feels about all this, and that's extremely. ]
I have ears to listen and eyes to watch. I know it's all wrong. I know the worst is going to come, and you're not going to talk of it a second time.
[ He cuts himself short with a sharp, frustrated gesture and then he sighs heavily. ]
It is very fucked up.
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... No. No I'm not.
[There's a lot he could tell him, but who would want to dump the info on a person that they get enslaved as a glorified ship engine? He looks down and his arms fold over his chest.]
It is fucked up. At least last time this happened I don't recall having to worry about people's memories being messed with. Even if other chaos decided to show up right then.
[He motions up at the sky.]
What did you find him doing?
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[ He's happy for the subject change, looking up and floating it up even higher. It might end up bouncing off the bubble at some point. ]
Is it really so common here? That the highbloods deign to quadrant so easily with mutants and gutterbloods?
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Shhhshshshh! Shoosh, you loose-flapped moron! Do you want people to overhear?
[Is there anyone else around?]
You don't just go using that so freely. I mean, fuck, okay, the humans don't get it, but it's not your place to just go spilling that like you jabbed a knife in my side as a bizarre crosscultural greeting. And was that really the wording you had to pick? Jegus tapdancing Christ.
[His arms refold, and the corner of his mouth quirks down like a stitch has been put in to hold it tight.]
I guess you could call it common, and long stories abound, none of which are your business. And yeah, he's loud and rude: he's a kid whose lusus didn't give him enough attention and he hasn't mellowed out yet.
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Alright.
[ He is not conceding any points when he says that. He might have a hard time mustering up sympathy or empathy, but he's genuinely interested in this strange troll that looked so much like Signless.
His voice is soft and level when he speaks again.]
So the remnants of the race nearly reach his ideal, the world he dreamt of, but I can't talk of blood. That is completely rational.
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[It does sound stupid when put that way.]
[He turns his back to the Psiioniic. While a mark that he trusts him not to harm him, for trolls, it's more that he doesn't want to look at him.]
It's an ingrained response. Just because I'm not dead for it doesn't mean I like to talk about it or have people go, "oh hey, Karkat, your eyes sure aren't the color they usually are!" And words like that would bring up stupid questions I don't want to answer, because you may not have noticed, cheery fun time chat jamboree is not the association I'd pick for them.
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After all, Psii hated most things about himself, and that surely hadn't magically changed. He doesn't realize that it never really will. ]
Then I won't talk of it anymore. [ A brief pause. ] No troll is to be judged for the color of their blood, but for their deeds and actions.
[ From the way that last sentence is rattled off, he's very obviously paraphrasing something. ]
It goes two ways, both to exalt and denigrate.
[ Oops, accidentally slightly zealotous. He might mean it well as a good way to alter the topic, but he's no skilled socializer.
Gamzee casually bounces off the top of the bubble. ]
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You think you have to tell me that much?
[Nonetheless: this guy really is a follower.]
The Signless didn't teach me anything new there. I have seen good and bad from all shades of the spectrum: idiocy and success both from the same individual. I didn't lay out tasks for my team as whose blood is the prettiest color; I pointed their talents at what they were good for, and I drove them to success that way.
And watch what you're doing! I assure you that Gamzee will have enough damage to the pan when he goes back to normal without you adding any now.