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vatheon2013-01-20 08:03 pm
bethehugejerk) wrote in vatheon2013-01-20 08:03 pm
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floating goatchild
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.]