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vatheon2012-10-17 03:14 pm
toheirishuman) wrote in vatheon2012-10-17 03:14 pm
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Nananana na na na na...
Who: John Egbert and you!
Where: The Plaza and/or the grocery store that I'm assuming Vatheon has
When: 10/17/12
Status: Open
Style: Going action because I'm feeling lazy but I'll follow whatever.
A: Plaza
[If you happen to be out at the plaza today, you may come across something small, black, and furry flapping through the air and squeaking loudly. Occasionally, it bumps into a wall or a person (perhaps even you!), almost as though it doesn't quite have the hang of this flying thing down just yet.]
[Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it's a fruit bat wearing a blue bandana. Around its eyes are square, grey markings and it...appears to have buckteeth. Somehow. Yeah, if you know him then it's pretty obvious who this little guy is.]
B: Grocery Store
[Eventually, John manages to find his way to his goal: the grocery store. Why? Because it's lunchtime, he's starving, and that totally fruit aisle has his name on it. While it doesn't take him much effort to locate the fresh fruit, he does manage to knock quite a few things over on his way there. Definitely going to need a clean up on aisle four. But does John care?]
[Nope.]
[Nor does he seem to care how potentially unsanitary it is for him to be eating an apple right in the middle of the display...]
Where: The Plaza and/or the grocery store that I'm assuming Vatheon has
When: 10/17/12
Status: Open
Style: Going action because I'm feeling lazy but I'll follow whatever.
A: Plaza
[If you happen to be out at the plaza today, you may come across something small, black, and furry flapping through the air and squeaking loudly. Occasionally, it bumps into a wall or a person (perhaps even you!), almost as though it doesn't quite have the hang of this flying thing down just yet.]
[Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it's a fruit bat wearing a blue bandana. Around its eyes are square, grey markings and it...appears to have buckteeth. Somehow. Yeah, if you know him then it's pretty obvious who this little guy is.]
B: Grocery Store
[Eventually, John manages to find his way to his goal: the grocery store. Why? Because it's lunchtime, he's starving, and that totally fruit aisle has his name on it. While it doesn't take him much effort to locate the fresh fruit, he does manage to knock quite a few things over on his way there. Definitely going to need a clean up on aisle four. But does John care?]
[Nope.]
[Nor does he seem to care how potentially unsanitary it is for him to be eating an apple right in the middle of the display...]
option A
[No one told him it would be so climbable.]
[By the time the oddly-attired fruit bat flits overhead, Karkat has been clambering over the branches of the Lamufao for about ten minutes. Sure, he's touched it countless times, but never has he been on it. Something about it just tugs at his feline brain, and won't let him leave until he's explored this thing fully. Or a suitable distraction comes by--speaking of.]
[SWAT SWAT SWAT come a pair of flailing paws as Karkat launches himself from his perch. Through the air. Without any big flappy wings to help. At least cats land feet-first, right?]
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[Straight at him.]
[He squeaks loudly, flapping wildly in an effort to turn back around and fly away. Luckily, he doesn't need to, since the cat miraculously falls just short of him. John watches the cat plummet and can't help but...snicker? Or give the closest squeaky bat-approximation of it, anyway.]
[Ahaha! Nice try, kitty!]
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[Was that a distinctly Karkat-like voice coming from the cat? Why yes, it was! After a bout of acrobatic twisting, he lands on his feet, true to the reflexes he now has for righting himself. That was kind of odd. Nothing hurt, though. He sits, head tilting up to look for the bat again - and the laughter is an easy clue.]
Get back here, asshole!
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[He dips a little lower, defying logic and moving closer to the cat in the process. Sadly, John wasn't lucky enough to retain his ability yo speak. So while he wants to say "Karkat?" all that comes out is a squeak.]
I have no good icons for this so I'm using my dumb ones
you say that like it's a bad thing.
[See, this is why John should have listened to his animal instincts to STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE KITTY. Because there's no way Karkat was going to miss him from that distance.]
[With a loud squeak, John goes down flailing as well.]
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[But all the same, with the bat no longer airborne, it's much easier to actually look at him. Last thing he knew, bats did not wear colorful neckerchiefs. The eye markings are suspect too.]
Wait--Shit. You're are a person, aren't you? Whoever you are - [The markings tickle something familiar in his mind, but he's uncertain.] - I'm sorry, alright? It wasn't enough for the scientists to afflict me with an acute case of fluff, but they had to make me a half-pan dead moron, too.
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[The only response Karkat gets is more squeaking. And a slightly offended expression. Apparently, John didn't really care for being pounced like that, instincts or not. Some friend you are, hmph!]
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[He sits down now, tail curling around 'til the tip covers his front paws.]
Look, can we at least clear up whether I know you? You look familiar, but neither speaking weird flapbeast squeak lingo nor being a mindreader, the best I can make is guesses if you don't give me a better hint than "hmm, this bat looks vaguely familiar."
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[He nods and squeaks to confirm that, yes, Karkat does indeed know him. Then his brow furrows as he tries to think of a way to convey 'It's me! John!' through batly pantomime. Note to self: have Rose write his name on the kerchief or something whenever he finds her again. Why didn't they think of something like that earlier?]
[Hmm...a-ha! Lightbulb! He squeaks and sort of gestures at Karkat to stay put and then quickly flits into a nearby shop (though not without accidentally hitting a woman in the shoulder on his way in). After a few moments, he reappears, dragging a single, blue sock in his claws.]
[Just the one sock, won't that be obnoxious for somebody in the future? He glides back over to Karkat, drops the sock, and then lands 'on all fours' and starts trying to wriggle his head inside the sock.]
[He wastes exactly two minutes on this tomfoolery, then sits up and throws his wings in the air with a triumphant squeak. Ta-da! Sock head!]
(1/3)
[Karkat waits, frowning and impatient, as this bat sorts out how to make it clear. That he does know him is perhaps the only reason he bothers to give him the time of day at all, particularly when he rushes off to the nearby shop. (It's hard not to try to swat him out of the air again.) It's hard too not to wander back over to that enticing arrangement of coral branches and get back to climbing, according to his feline brain. But he stays there, still, and eventually the bat returns.]
(2/3)
(3/3)
John Egbert, you are the most colossal dumbfuck I have ever had the misfortune of knowing. Why are you a bat?
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Listen, we're not going to have a conversation while you have that stupid thing on. Can you even breathe like that? You look dumb enough with your ungainly flapping without cutting your vision via ugly ill-advised accessory.
[He steps closer, ducks his head, and goes to pull the sock off him - namely by biting onto the end and tugging.]
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to everyone's surprise, just that he needed to prove who he was without being able to speak or write.][That being said, help is very much appreciated, thank you! With Karkat pulling the sock one way, he pulls his head the opposite way and is free in mere seconds.]
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[He drops the sock.]
A part of me will never in all your sordid existence find it to forgive you for involving me in this. Thank you, you shitweasel, for making me a part of your stupidity.
Where were you going, anyway? Unless you really flapping around like a dope for no good reason.
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[John blinks a few times then points in the direction of the grocery store with a squeak. He was working on lunch, Karkat. That's what he was doing.]
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Do you want a ride, or do you want to flap your way there in the must ungainly way you can? Ten points for each person you hit, and you couldn't even make it to the store you got the sock from without hitting one.
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[But hopefully the message got through.]
[Without warning, he pushes himself from the ground and flaps over to sit down on Karkat's back. You offered, dude. It's happening. Beep beep, meow, let's live up to both parts of your name simultaneously now.]
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[Mostly he's being disingenuous. He got the meaning, more or less.]
[Either way, he soon has a bat seated on his back. He shifts a bit, gauging the weight and feel of him there.]
Hold on, and I mean it, because if you fall off I'm carrying you by the scruff the rest of the way.
[Pause.]
If bats even have scruffs. The point is, either stay on me or you get to go the stupidest way I can find to carry you.
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[He squeaks in acknowledgement and then kinda...]
[Uh...]
[Wow how to do this. Okay...what if he just kinda of puts his wings around Karkat's neck in an awkwardly positioned hug-type deal? This will work, right?]
[Yeah, he's probably going to fall.]
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I feel like we belong in one of those stupid GrubTube videos that morons wind up watching for hours because they have nothing better to do with their lives. But whatever, let's just get to the store and forget this ever happened.
[And for the moment, he sets off at a trot - better than a slow journey of walking with his short little cat legs, without the risk of jostling him loose by running.]
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[He slips and slides a little, but thanks to the reasonable pace, manages to stay clinging to Karkat's neck.]
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[So. Doors. Karkat sits down a space away from the entrance.]
Fly your graceless mammalian behind up there and make the motion sensor work. The only other option is me jumping around like an idiot and hoping I leap high enough to catch its metaphorical attention, and we are not going this route when I already carried you across town. You owe me, by the way.