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vatheon2013-01-15 05:50 am
bethehugejerk) wrote in vatheon2013-01-15 05:50 am
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tiny Gamzee is an utter terror
Who: Karkat and Gamzee
Where: The Makara-Zahhak hive.
When: Backdated to Monday (the 14th).
Style: Action.
Status: Closed.
[When curses come around, one of the matters of course is seeing how it's affected Gamzee. This is particularly true when issues of taking care of oneself are a potential hazard of the current affliction, and a bidirectional age curse certainly fits the description. That's how he wound up looking after a tiny, grub-aged Eridan long enough for him to be handed into more capable (and willing) hands. Namely his moirail's. But as a moirail himself, Karkat has not, and cannot, forget to do this.]
[The only trouble is, Gamzee hasn't answered any of his messages. Not even when he sent a couple extras trying to prompt him out of a possible daze, as happens often enough. Not even when he gave it a fair wait after.]
[This opens up the chance that he might not be in condition to answer at all. Eridan apparently had trouble posting a video. Who knows if Gamzee even has his SFC somewhere he can reach? That's why, rather than wait longer, Karkat has made his way over to the hive. He knocks. Even if his moirail should be indisposed, for all he knows Equius (or god forbid, Darkleer) might be around and in better condition to answer the door.]
Where: The Makara-Zahhak hive.
When: Backdated to Monday (the 14th).
Style: Action.
Status: Closed.
[When curses come around, one of the matters of course is seeing how it's affected Gamzee. This is particularly true when issues of taking care of oneself are a potential hazard of the current affliction, and a bidirectional age curse certainly fits the description. That's how he wound up looking after a tiny, grub-aged Eridan long enough for him to be handed into more capable (and willing) hands. Namely his moirail's. But as a moirail himself, Karkat has not, and cannot, forget to do this.]
[The only trouble is, Gamzee hasn't answered any of his messages. Not even when he sent a couple extras trying to prompt him out of a possible daze, as happens often enough. Not even when he gave it a fair wait after.]
[This opens up the chance that he might not be in condition to answer at all. Eridan apparently had trouble posting a video. Who knows if Gamzee even has his SFC somewhere he can reach? That's why, rather than wait longer, Karkat has made his way over to the hive. He knocks. Even if his moirail should be indisposed, for all he knows Equius (or god forbid, Darkleer) might be around and in better condition to answer the door.]
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Tell you what, you little terror. If your lusus shows up, I will step dutifully into his gaping, goaty maw myself, turn and give the most gracious and deferential bow your mop-haired lobe has ever seen and ever will, and accept my fate with dignity. Sonnets will be written to how this here douchelord got what was coming to him: salty, honking justice and uncomfortable trip down a protein chute.
[Now, with some wincing, he clambers back onto his feet. It is still weird to be this much taller than Gamzee.]
Come on, it's upstairs.
[Sore knee and all, he'll lead the way.]
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[Gamzee follows though, dragging his club behind him. He makes sure not to get too close to Karkat --or rather makes a rough-ish attempt at staying far enough from him, though in reality he could probably easily be caught-- slowing down a bit more when they start climbing the stairs, his club thudding into every step.]
You know this one time a seadweller did came and the goat done ate his butt.
[thud]
Alls his guts came out.
[thud]
It was cool.
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[Seriously, little Gamzee, get with the program. You don't even have the excuse of sopor this week for low processing speed.]
[But anyway, on up the stairs it is. Karkat doesn't go too quick, so as to allow his tiny moirail (and club) to keep pace, even if it puts him in close range of the clunks. Asking him to stow it wouldn't be met well, he's sure. No reason to make him feel unsafe for lack of defense.]
[It also means he hears the story quite clearly. He stares over the back of his shoulder.]
You are one weird little kid.
[Then he's moving forward again, eyes ahead.]
Not that my lusus was much different. He tried to eat any kid he came across, sooner or later. Just this big angry crab screeching at shit, clicking his claws like life was his own personal rage fiesta.
[A bit down the hall, he reaches a door. There he pauses with his hand on the handle.]
Be careful in here, alright? There's important stuff in there that you shouldn't break, and not for my sake. It's one of the things you'll understand once the week is over.
[He's sure Gamzee would be upset if his tiny self wrecked Wataru's old room. He'll wait for a confirmation before opening it.]