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[zipperlips]

Who: Kurloz Makara and open!
When: When he arrives.
Where: The plaza
Style: Your choice!
Status: Open

[It's that time of the month again, where newcomers arrive in the bubble. This month is no exception, and this time, it looks like Vatheon's troll population is expanding again. This guy isn't the age of any of the current groups, though anyone familiar with Gamzee or the Grand Highblood should be familiar with his horns.

He really does look kind of weird, though. No sign to be seen, clothes with bones on them, weird facepaint and a ton of hair, though the paint is smudged from all the water and his hair is half in his face, as soaked as it is. There's something weird about those black lines across his mouth, too...

Not to mention he's picking people out of the crowd and just staring at them. And staring. And staring.]

Comments

[devwocean]

[Dualscar doesn't care that lots of people are arriving, he's got to walk through the plaza and he's doing it, and mostly he's ignoring all the cries of confusion and wet people.

But his neck is prickling.

He pauses and looks around, meeting the eyes of the subjugglator boy. His fins flatten a bit at the sight of that dead stare.]

[zipperlips]

[Not quite so dead, considering that he's alive again now. Because of miracles and also the bubble being the bubble.

It seems, for a moment, like Kurloz is just going to stare and not do anything else. But then Dualscar's fins flatten, and he starts moving forward, still staring intently.]

[devwocean]

[He's only a youth. There's nothing to be nervous about, but Dualscar's frowning deeply as his fins flatten tightly against the sides of his head. That stare is just so creepy]

Wwhat do you wwant?

[zipperlips]

[And the stare doesn't let up. It's not as creepy as it could be, considering the wet hair and the smudged facepaint, but he doesn't mind the reaction at all. He will never mind making seadwellers uncomfortable.

At the question, Kurloz gestures around them, then tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders in question. This sure isn't a dreambubble!]

[aim_exorable]

[After the mess Mindfang has caused in concerns with his matesprit, Darkleer has simply been attempting to find ways to keep himself busy. Right now, that means moving around and simply... watching. What, it is a legitimate pastime, not to mention he knows it's that time of month when there are new arrivals.]

[It's when his stare meets that of another that he pauses his stride.]

[That... isn't the Grand Highblood. He knows, now, what the Highblood looked as a youth. The stitches on this troll's mouth weren't on his. This also obviously isn't Gamzee. So who...]

[There's a bit of cautious hesitation as he keeps his distance, thinking and judging. Kurloz may notice he's rather like Horuss- everything seems to match up from the horns to the serious nature that the younger blueblood once had before gaining a moirail. The only thing that's different would be the style of dress, the obvious older age, and his very long hair loose and falling to his waist.]

[Eventually, he decides to approach.]

You should have a communication device in your sylladex- [Which he's assuming he has.] -that has a text function. So. You may use that to answer the question of who you are.

[zipperlips]

[He certainly is a lot like Horuss, and he even more certainly isn't the Horuss Kurloz is familiar with. This troll manages intimidating where Horuss mostly just gets sweaty.

But the other troll is cautious, so Kurloz keeps up the staring as Darkleer comes over. And then even for a moment after Darkleer speaks. Why do you have to ruin his fun with a reliable way of communicating?

Then again, just a name can't hurt. So he shuffles around for a moment and pulls out the SFC, and after a moment of fiddling to get the text the right color, holds it up for Darkleer to see.]

KURLOZ MAKARA
and you
ARE A ZAHHAK

[He doesn't even bother phrasing it like a question.]

[aim_exorable]

[Because Darkleer is forever a party pooper and also occasionally one of the few sensible trolls. Whoops Zahhaks ruining things forever]

[He reads it rather quickly, the quirk and color aggravating a small petty part of him. It's smothered rather quickly.]

I am Equius' ancestor, yes. The Welcoming Committee should have a towel.. and an area to reapply your facepaint.

[That last part is added rather reluctantly, but he knows how Gamzee would feel about it. He may not like this boy on an instinctual distrust of indigos, but no one can say that he isn't polite. Besides, more time will give him more chances for observation before he makes any more permanent judgments.]

[sniffdeceit]

[And have one teal-blooded troll staring back at -- OH WAIT, SHE CAN'T.

Oh she knows you're there, Kurloz, but she's going to use her lack of sight as an excuse to completely ignore you and go about her merry way.]

[zipperlips]

[Not so fast, Terezi. Because that clown caught sight of you, and now he's following. Why not try to squeeze information from one of the dancestor trolls, after all?]

[sniffdeceit]

[Oh god, he's following. Why does he have to follow her? It's so creepy.

Maybe if she speeds up the pace she can lose him.]

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Why is there a clown staring at him? Why?

Psii had been floating back to his hive with groceries, but the creepy starefest made him stop dead in place. He has only one option here, and that's to cringe and stare back nervously from across the square.

Help, he needs an adult. Or at least a non-clown-cultist. ]

[zipperlips]

[Unless Psii calls for help, unfortunately, he is not going to get a non-clown supervisor. Unlike Darkleer and Dualscar, however, he won't get a continued creepy stare. He'll just get a smile and a wave instead. That's his moirail from a different universe, why wouldn't he?

... That's probably not going to comfort Psii much, though.]

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Psii is so far from being able to manage calling for help or anything of the sort. He shrinks down some more. Smiling cultists were never a good sign.

Even so, he slowly raises a hand and waves it slightly in return. ]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He's far calmer now than he was when he got here, if 'calm' is a word that can ever be applied to Mituna Captor, and he recognises those horns and mess of hair the instant he sees them. His own hair is dry now, puffed up to a curly mess on top of his head, and he's carrying his helmet and skateboard under one arm.

When he catches the eye of the purpleblood, he perks up, and for a long few moments.. stares right back. Just stares.

Then, he grins toothily and trots over to him with the air of an obedient puppy, raising his free hand in an eager wave.]

[zipperlips]

[Okay, there is only so much creepy staring he will do for his moirail. It looks like Mituna's been here for longer than he has, considering that he's dry and 'calm.' Kurloz will have to pry what's happened out of him.

For now, though, he waves in return and waits patiently as Mituna comes up to him.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He stops in front of the taller troll, delicately takes one of his wrists and presses slim fingers to where his bloodpusher is beating like a drum against the inside of his ribs. It seems to mean something to him, and he releases Kurloz a moment later, giving him another wave.]

Hey, buddy!

[Mituna glances around, almost furtively.]

... Thith ith thome fucking thinkpan-breaking thit.

[waywardtomato]

[Oh! Edward knows what to do when someone stares at you. STARE BACK!]

[She does not even remember why she came to the plaza in the first place, but this silly wet troll and thrown down a gauntlet, and she was not going to lose. Besides, he reminds her of Mr. Such, and that was fun.]

[Somewhere nearby a small brown welsh corgi stops following her, almost with a sigh.]

[zipperlips]

[o-ho, a staring contest! Granted, Kurloz is not as good at them as some people he knows, but he is not about to stop any time soon, even if it's a staring contest with a human. Especially once he's caught her attention.]

[waywardtomato]

[The corgi lets out a single whine, then resigns himself to being here awhile. Ein knew about Ed's distractions all too well.]

[She takes a couple steps closer, eyes still locked on his. There was no reason this had to be a long-distance staring contest. No way was she going to lose to some younger Mr. Such-Hair-Person... not that he ever played back with her. Maybe she should try with Mr. Grumpy-Bumps? Either way, her mind was wondering and there was staring to do.]

[Ed will continue to move her gangly, wiry frame closer until they were at a more respectable distance for this contest- About 5 feet away.]

[knightime]

[Oh dang. He recognizes you. Oh man, this is kind of unsettling to be stared at like that. The upside is that you don't have creepy dead eyes anymore so that's something at least.]

You gonna stare at people all day while you're soaked to the bone or you going to actually do something about that? Dude, you can people watch any other day.

[zipperlips]

[Oh, one of the humans. He recognizes you too. And he can still be creepy without the dead eyes, fortunately.

Kurloz makes a deal out of looking around him for something to try off with, and coming up with nothing. He's not the kind of creep who carries around a bunch of towels, after all.]

[knightime]

[YOU DON'T SCARE HIM.]

You want a towel? You can easily get one from anywhere. [Maybe he should keep towels on him more often...but he motions Kurloz to follow him.] Ugh, whatever. Come on. We can go get you dried off I guess.

(1/2)

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat's been feeling a little under the weather since his trip up to the island the other day, but that's no reason to stop visits to the coral. If it can help him maintain his utter lack of a sleep schedule, maybe it can help him get over what's shaping up to be a cold, too. Surely it can't hurt.]

[Of course, with visiting the coral comes going through the Plaza, and here during the end of the month is the time for newcomers. Except, this one he spots looks like--]

Gamzee? Did you fall in the fountain again?

[Fixing his mouth into a frown, Karkat heads straight on over to the soaking clown.]

Are you that damaged in the pan that basic balance has become a "sometimes" thing for you? It's not a flip you switch off when you get bored, moron, it is a requirement for basic ambulatory processes, i.e. not dumping your greasepainted mug onto whatever piece of scene--

(2/2)

[bethehugejerk]

[His steps halt. He could dismiss the outfit, because really, Gamzee's not the most fashion forward troll, but the details catch up to him now. Little things in height or build, but really, it's the paint. He can tell even with the smudging that it's not his moirail's usual pattern. Moreover, Gamzee never had... whatever those are on his mouth.]

You're not him.

[Well, this is awkward.]

[zipperlips]

[Oh, it's mini-Vantas. Who is apparently mistaking him for the other hero of Rage, and describing him in a way that sounds more comparable to Kurloz's own moirail. He didn't know that this Vantas was close to the other Makara, though, and the information gets filed away for reference.

At least it doesn't take Karkat long to realize. When Karkat trails off and confirms that this isn't the Makara he's looking for, Kurloz shakes his head and carefully spells out the letters for his name- not the sign language he uses with Meulin, but approximating the Alternian and Beforan letters with his hands.]