A gathering of the Mirthful

[zipperlips]

Who: Kurloz and Mituna, then Kurloz and Gamzee
When: Today
Where: The hotel, then the plaza.
Status: Closed

[Kurloz has been waiting for this chance ever since he got here. Without Meulin present, the only one he can trust is Mituna. He's held off for a few days, since Latula is here, and it wouldn't do to make her suspicious by monopolizing Mituna's time and taking him away from his matesprit.

Some of that time had been spent finding somewhere where the two of them were sure to be uninterrupted. And he'd found the perfect place, the hotel. With that figured out, the only thing he needs to do is find Mituna, and when he does, he makes a little diamond with his fingers, then gestures for his moirail to follow him.]



[Then, later that day, Kurloz is going down to the Plaza to touch the coral. It's become a more constant thing for him than it has been for others, mostly because it makes eating less necessary, and with his mouth the way it is, anything to keep him from slowly starving is appreciated.

Even in a place where trolls are common, Kurloz sticks out, considering his height and his makeup and his clothes. He's keeping an eye on the crowds, himself. He's seen humans before, but they're interesting when there are so many of them.]

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LATER AT THE CORAL

[420]

[Gamzee is still unaware of Kurloz's presence in the bubble. He hadn't really noticed the small but telling signs of another indigo --you know, his occasional comments to people's entries-- but then again, who could really expect Gamzee of all people to do something like that. Shit. It's a good day when he doesn't forget his underwear.

(Or, well, doesn't bother to remember, there is a difference at play here)

Gamzee still visits the coral each time. Perhaps not as necessary anymore while he has fallen back into a more normal sleeping pattern, but it was a routine he had fallen into and he had no particular reason to break it. When he gets to the coral, he rests his hand against it, feeling the brush of power --that's just real amazing shit, you know-- not particularly paying attention to anything beyond the way the coral actually looks with all its little colourful bumps and turns. Kinda real amazing. You ever noticed all that? Cause it was.]

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[Kurloz, on the other hand, is aware, even though he hasn't seen Gamzee himself. It's hard not to be, considering Karkat mistook him for Gamzee when he first saw him.

Even more than that, it's kind of hard not to notice a troll with your horns standing around, particularly if they're standing where you're going. From the back, it's impossible to tell that Gamzee is lacking a few particularly distinctive marks, so when Kurloz approaches his ancestor, he's careful in his approach, walking around to enter Gamzee's field of vision rather than approaching immediately and tapping his dancestor on the shoulder.]

[420]

[The motion in his field of vision is enough to draw Gamzee's attention away from the coral again --seriously, it is so awesome-- and

and

holy fuck.

Gamzee gapes at Kurloz. It's like looking into a mirror if a mirror showed you how you'd look older and with a different face and clothes and really it isn't actually that much like looking into a mirror, his comparison was pretty bunk.]

Woah.

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[... Well, gaping wasn't the reaction he was expecting. If anything, he was expecting another demand for a codpiece, or to be grilled for information on their Lord.

Instead, he's being stared at like he's a miracle, with a duller gaze than he's ever seen on his dancestor. Not to mention there are a couple of marks that are conspicuously missing. Kurloz traces three fingers along his face, careful to avoid smudging his paint, and frowns curiously. Missing something there, Rage bro.]

[420]

[The motion across his face snaps Gamzee out of his stare and he blinks, forcing his sponge to work for him here.]

Huh?

[Hey, we never said it was gonna be good work.]

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[Gamzee obviously doesn't know what he's talking about, and he seems different, besides. Looks like time shenanigans. Oh well. A dancestor is a dancestor, and a Rage Bro is a Rage Bro, after all. Kurloz just waves a hand dismissively, then smiles, and points from the symbol on Gamzee's shirt back toward himself.]

[420]

[Gamzee draws a little closer, eyes flicking down to his chest when Kurloz indicates it, then back to his face, studying him.]

Now, I could all be over gettin' my wicked misinformation on here but... you down with the clown?

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[Wow, Gamzee, you are so behind the times, it is hilarious. Nevertheless, the question gets a thumbs up and a big enthusiastic nod out of him. He is so down with the clown he's chilling in the planet's core. It's nice and cozy.]

[420]

[At the confirmation, Gamzee heaves a little sigh. The kind of sigh you can expect out of a man drowning of thirst who then gets presented with the a giant bottle of the best, most perfectly chill faygo to be. Sure he had his own faith. He even had a few people who supported him in it. But it never really measured up to having another one of the family here, someone who would answer a whoop with an understanding whoop.

GHB goes, of course, utterly denied. Gamzee functions best pretending like he really doesn't exist here. Maybe if he does that long enough he will just go away. Like mold. Mold goes away when you ignore it, right?]

Brother. Fuck. Brother, you don't got the knowing for what joy that does bring to my pump.

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[There will not exactly be a whoop back with this guy, but the spirit of the action will be there. Some traditions are difficult to follow when your mouth can't open.

Gamzee will probably do best not realizing that Kurloz technically is the Grand Highblood. But that will be easy enough for someone like him.

Gamzee gets another nod. Kurloz has managed some converting, but he'll always welcome another clown, even if this is one he already knows. Then he gestures around the bubble, points to his facepaint, then makes an 'x' with his hands. Are there really no other faithful in this whole place?]

[420]

[Sorrry, Kurloz, you got him there. He'll probably get better at the whole communicating via sign, but right now it is the first time he has ever encountered this. He's pretty shitty at it.

In fact, he doesn't even have a clue with Kurloz is asking here.]

Vatheon?

[He offers with an unsure, but hopeful looking face. Was he asking where they were? Gamzee hopes he was.]

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[He is already contemplating dragging Gamzee off somewhere so he can just talk to him the easy way. If only that were likely to get a normal reaction out of him.

Instead, he shakes his head. He already knows about the bubble. He points to Gamzee, and holds up one finger on his other hand. Then, he points to himself, and puts up a second. Finally, he gestures at the bubble, and puts on a questioning face.]

[420]

[At least Gamzee would just roll with the weird thoughtspeak. He's like that.

He concentrates on the signs, trying to get them to click with his brain. Okay, him and Kurloz. What have they got in common here?]

You asking to... trolls? Purplebloods? ... Clowns?

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[Mituna, after spending around a week freaking out at every new thing and then a good half-day staring at the fish outside of the bubble, is unusually placid as he's approached.

His eyes flicker behind the visor of his helmet and he mirrors the gesture with his own hands, making a diamond with his fingers. Kurloz is obediently followed, Mituna's shoulders hunched forwards as he walks as if he might fall over at any moment.]

'th up buddy.

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[Kurloz smiles as the diamond is returned, but doesn't make any gesture to explain. Instead, he just shakes his head. It's a secret, or it will be until they get there. Mituna will just have to trust him on this.

It gets obvious where they're going pretty quickly, though, as Kurloz heads toward the hotel, then inside.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Mituna tilts his head and smiles in return. He trusts Kurloz. Of course he trusts him, Kurloz is is moirail, why wouldn't he? There isn't a single hesitation in his step as he trails the taller troll into the hotel.

He trips over himself, looks accusingly at the floor, then trots to catch up to the purpleblood, grinning up at him while they walk.]

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[And why shouldn't he? Nothing wrong with trusting your moirail, even if most trolls find him creepy, but just can't figure out why. Clearly they're wrong about Kurloz, because he is very much just a silly clown with a silly religion.

Kurloz glances over at the sound of Mituna stumbling, but when he hasn't taken a faceplant, only nods and gestures at one of the doors. They're here. He opens the door, revealing a standard hotel room, and then, after ushering Mituna in, closes the door behind them and casually locks it.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Creepy, yes. Kurloz is creepy, but Mituna doesn't mind. He doesn't even really notice. He doesn't mind because Kurloz is his moirail and that means he can be trusted. Right?

He slips through the door after Kurloz and steps a little way into the room, then turns to look at him, his entire frame held in his usual awkward way and his head still faintly tilted, curious.]

Hey what the.. ff-fuck are we doing here?

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[There is no immediate answer. Instead, Kurloz steps closer and closer, not setting up a pile, not looking away, just continuing to smile that creepy smile that pulls the stitches on his mouth tight. He steps closer until he's standing right in front of Mituna.

And then his eyes start glowing, pulsing between purple and pink.]


we are here, my wicked invertebrother, to get our mother fuckin gab on

[His mouth remains sewn and still, as the words spill directly out of his pan and into his moirail's.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He doesn't move, though he sways back slightly in a brief uncertainty. Then, Kurloz's eyes begin to glow, and it's as if someone shoved a rod down the yellowblood's spine. Mituna stands up straight, shoulders dropping, hands loose at his sides and eyes widening as his pupils shrink to pinpricks.]

In-fucking-dubitably my most pale of motherfucking brothers.

[His voice is clear, distinct, without even a hint of a stammer and only the faintest lisp. His form quivers, but he stands against it, eyes locked to those of his moirail.]

What is the holy motherfucking gospel?

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[The first thing Kurloz does is reach out for Mituna's helmet. He hardly needs it right now, after all. Not with Kurloz to help him.]

the mother fuckin preaching is that we are lost to our holiest of lords. we are surrounded by mirthless heretics and blasphemy, and removed from our lord of double death. the mother fuckin gospel is that this world is shit

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He doesn't make a move to resist, allowing Kurloz to take his helmet off without protest. The permanent mess that is his hair falls in front of his eyes.]

What should we be doing to spread the mirthful motherfucking word?

[With Kurloz's 'help', Mituna's awkwardly gangly frame is pulled into something far more graceful, balanced, though every so often he'll shiver, like a the skin of a horse when it twitches to shake off a fly. Something in his expression flickers, just for a moment, and slim fingers grip onto the taller troll's arm. Red and blue sparks dully around his temples, fizzing into nothing.]

Our holiest of lord's work will be motherfucking continued my brother, don't be losing the mirthful hope in your bloodpusher. We will pave the motherfucking way to his glorious arrival.

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[Kurloz lays his hand over Mituna's, prying them off his arm to hold in his own hands, papping them whenever Mituna shivers particularly violently. His smile broadens even more. If his mouth weren't kept closed, he'd probably be showing off teeth by now.]

we will lay out the carpet and prep the faygo in his mirthful name, and then every last heathen among them will get the special science dropped on them when they die their two times. we will watch this farce of a world fucking burn. we will make it happen, my ninja, palest bone brother.

[helmetdoesnothing]

We will continue our lord's motherfucking work, and when he arrives with his fucking mirthful miracles we will have the way paved and ready.

[The hold on his fingers seems to calm him, though his nails dig lightly against the softer part of Kurloz's hand.]

All hail the one true messiah.

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preach.

[He traces clown faces on the back of Mituna's hands as he talked. If he had his paints, he would use those, for all that they'd have to be wiped away after this "feelings jam" ended. Can't have too many people knowing that Mituna's down with the clown. Meulin's occasional slip-ups were enough.]

but not us alone. we've got to spread the bitchtits word.