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vatheon2012-09-17 04:35 pm
bethehugejerk) wrote in vatheon2012-09-17 04:35 pm
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Who: Karkat and Eridan.
Where: Their shared hive.
When: September 16, right as the curse takes effect, and before Karkat's network post.
Style: Action.
Status: Closed.
[He only closed his eyes for a minute. It's not like he was sleeping! Sleep is something Karkat has long since abandoned, in part if not in whole, relegating it to a "sometimes" thing of whim or abnormal exhaustion. With Sgrub leaving him with no desire to get snuck up on, prudence led him to continue the habit here, with how unpredictable Vatheon can be. But the thing is, he was sleepy. He was just resting his eyes, you know! Close them for a bit, no big deal, nothing.]
[Except when he opens them, everything is different. The room he recognizes instantly, Eridan's, but it's not the main concern. His vision is different, he's not sitting the same way, there's a book on his lap, and his clothes are all different. There's glass in front of his face - glasses - and, yes, he can't see from his right eye. Of course a little looking around with the good one confirms the rest: striped pants, purple zigzags, striped scarf. No cape at the moment, but that would be overkill. His fingers are studded with rings, and a light touch confirms, yes, he has fins.]
Holy shit.
[Of course, the voice is Eridan's, too. He near jumps off the bed--]
[--then, remembering the book, stutters still. After a second spent to mark the page, close it, and set it aside, he stands at a more normal pace. But from there, he's heading out of the block to head downstairs towards the living room, where he himself was sat watching TV.]
[As he goes, he calls out:]
Eridan? Please, let it be Eridan who has my body so I don't hawe to play--hawe--hawe--
Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me? I can't talk right? Ugh.
But I hawe no patience for weird body possession chains, so whoewer it is, we're going to sort this out the minute I'm down there!
Where: Their shared hive.
When: September 16, right as the curse takes effect, and before Karkat's network post.
Style: Action.
Status: Closed.
[He only closed his eyes for a minute. It's not like he was sleeping! Sleep is something Karkat has long since abandoned, in part if not in whole, relegating it to a "sometimes" thing of whim or abnormal exhaustion. With Sgrub leaving him with no desire to get snuck up on, prudence led him to continue the habit here, with how unpredictable Vatheon can be. But the thing is, he was sleepy. He was just resting his eyes, you know! Close them for a bit, no big deal, nothing.]
[Except when he opens them, everything is different. The room he recognizes instantly, Eridan's, but it's not the main concern. His vision is different, he's not sitting the same way, there's a book on his lap, and his clothes are all different. There's glass in front of his face - glasses - and, yes, he can't see from his right eye. Of course a little looking around with the good one confirms the rest: striped pants, purple zigzags, striped scarf. No cape at the moment, but that would be overkill. His fingers are studded with rings, and a light touch confirms, yes, he has fins.]
Holy shit.
[Of course, the voice is Eridan's, too. He near jumps off the bed--]
[--then, remembering the book, stutters still. After a second spent to mark the page, close it, and set it aside, he stands at a more normal pace. But from there, he's heading out of the block to head downstairs towards the living room, where he himself was sat watching TV.]
[As he goes, he calls out:]
Eridan? Please, let it be Eridan who has my body so I don't hawe to play--hawe--hawe--
Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me? I can't talk right? Ugh.
But I hawe no patience for weird body possession chains, so whoewer it is, we're going to sort this out the minute I'm down there!
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[Eridan himself was just in the middle of reading one of his many books when the switch happened. HE WAS JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD PART TOO! Fucking 10 chapters of romantic build up, two countries on the brink of war, shit was going places okay! So when he blinks while flipping the page, he certainly isn't expecting to see the tv when he opens his eyes. It startles him, but not enough to send him into an over dramatic flip out. Instead, when he realizes that the ever present blind spot in his vision is gone, that's when he really starts to realize SOMETHING IS AMISS. He stands, knocking the remote to the floor--and the difference in height is almost painful in how obvious it is. Finally he looks down over himself--]
What the fuck--oh god what?
[That's Karkat's voice. This is--This is Karkat's body. He is in Karkat's body holy fucking what the hell? But then he hears himself calling out as he's approaching the living block, and--wow rude, even if it's his body he can TELL who that is and Karkat, he can talk just FINE thanks!]
Yeah it's me--I, fuck I guess this is a bloody curse or something. I have no--What?
[A pause as he lets that sink in.]
Have... Have... Holy shit. Vatheon. Value. Vivified. Vengeance. Holy shit I can say V's.
[Ok this is kinda awesome, whoops. Don't mind him Karkat.]
switching to this account for the icons obviously
[Then Eridan discovers the wonders of proper pronunciation.]
Stop saying wee wor--words. Wee--wuh--ffwee--b--fuck. Those words, with that sound!
[And finally he storms on into the living room, fins flaring at either side of his face. And for all the weirdness of seeing things from a different height, through glasses, with only one eye, what strikes him still more is the sight of his own body from an outside point.]
Jegus, this really did happen, didn't it?
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[Oh there is definitely a feel of satisfaction going through Eridan right now, because boy does he feel VINDICATED, especially since he can say that word. For all Karkat has mocked him for his accent, now he has to deal with it.]
I'll do my very best to avoid words with V's, just for you.
[Yeah no he won't. But man, he sure is sizing himself up. God, was Karkat always this short?]
Yeah... Okay Kar you gotta answer me somethin', how the fin flippin' fuck do you stand wearin' such loose pants, I feel like they're gonna fall right offa me!
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I'm sure you will, asshole.
[It's downright weird to see that expression on his face, too.]
There's nothing wrong with my pants. At least mine don't threaten to cut off the circulation of anything below my hips. I feel like my ass is suffocating, to say nothing a the rest.
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[Oh man, Karkat has like no control over his fins, this is pretty adorable!]
Kar if you're not careful, you might just fly away with your fins flapping like that.
[Yeeep poking fun foreverrrr.]
There is everything wrong with these pants! First off they're ghastly, but then there's so much room you could hide another one of YOU within them. And I mean you you not you me--if that makes sense.
[He gestures towards Karkat-him-HIS STRIPED HORRORS OK]
And those do well to show off my perfect ass and you know it. And it's decided, I'm getting you some proper pants.
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[Another grumpy flick of the fins - and then some awkward movements as he tries to fold them back. Between that and Eridan's continuing words about his choice in trousers, he's no less frustrated by the end.]
How do these things ewen work? They don't--they won't mowe--fucking--function right. And you're not getting me new pants. Mine fit like normal pants should, and I don't want you showing off my ass to people with whatewer garish bulge stranglers you'd buy.
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I'll make whatever dumbass faces I want, your face needs the exercise from its perpetual frownin' grumpy state.
[Man he's glad he's not THAT horrifically obvious with his fins! At least, he doesn't think he is... Either way, watching Karkat trying to handle his body is great.]
Move. And they move just fine, you just gotta get used to them, they ain't like your stationary fuckin' auricular sponge structures here. [A gesture to his pointed ears.]
Oh but I am, I am not gonna be waltzin' around as you with these potato-sack pants, alright? I'm gonna get you some proper pants and that's that.
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Maybe I newer bothered to make those faces because they make me look like an asswipe, which, how utterly shocking, is what you were acting like. And acting like still, I'd say, with the shit pouring out of your mouth.
[He points at... his own body's ears, a follow up of Eridan's gesture.]
At least those hawe a point to them. What are these stupid fins for? They hardly seem big enough or properly placed to giwe any aid in swimming, and right now they're doing jack shit for me but making me look stupid.
[Another step closer, as his current set of shark teeth start to flash.]
And they're not potato sack pants, you clothing-obsessed nookbiter! They are normal jeans, of normal size and normal comfort, and it's only your show-off neurosis giwing you your apparent crawing--
Crawing? Seriously? This is even dumber than Sollux's lisp--
Giwing you your desire for next to skin tight pants. I'm tempted to get something actually baggy to wear around this week just to see how much of a hissy fit you throw about it.
[Is he being a bit too angry here?]
[Yes, actually. Even for him.]
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[Yeah, he's definitely more angry than Eridan had anticipated, and maybe Eridan's a little bothered with how he's down talking his body like that, let alone this kind of treatment.]
Jeez, Kar, if you had such a fuckin' problem with how I look, you coulda just said so. My fins have a fuckin' point, but I don't think you'd care to listen even if I told you.
[...His fins aren't stupid, okay? But then there he goes complaining about his accent and he rolls his eyes.]
Nothin' is worse than that fuckin' lisp, stop bein' so dramatic. That's just the way I talk, you'll get used to it, even the needless, scathin' comments and all.
[And then the bit about pants? He levels an annoyed look at Karkat.]
Go ahead! See if I give a damn! At the very least, don't leave my hair lookin' a mess, considering you'll need somethin' counteracting all the other bullshit you'll be subjecting my body to. Speakin' a which, I need to do somethin' about this mop.
[And if Karkat does nothing to stop him, he's going to head towards the bathroom to do just that. Augh, how can you stand having hair touch your forehead, Karkat?]