Just bros hanging out, beating zombies.

[420]

Who: Gamzee Makara, Eridan Ampora, Karkat Vantas and a poor poor ukulele.
Where: Starting at the quest board
Status: Closed
Style: []


[Surprisingly, Gamzee manages to make it to the quest board first. A little while ago, Karkat had send both him and Eridan an invitation to join him on a quest, and Gamzee had been more than happy too. Seriously, shooting the wicked shit with Karkat and Eridan? Sign him up! This whole curse has been nothing but a great excuse for catching up with some buddies and having some fun. Points? Rewards? Nothing he cares about. What would he even wish for to have from back home? All what he cares about is all what he got here.

Now that he has to wait anyway, he plucks the ukulele from his back, strumming his fingers idly over the strings to pass the time until his bros show their snouts.]

Comments

[unconchonable]

[When Karkat drops his staff and starts messing with his SFC, Eridan walks over and puts his hand on it to try and push it down, if Karkat will let him.]

Kar look, I'll admit, it was a bit malicious a me for not sayin' anythin', and usin' that to my adwantage to get back at him for the bullshit he's GOIN' to put me through. An' I'm sorry I deceiwed you in that way, I really am.

[He lets out a sigh.]

An' I didn't want to say anythin' also because I do want to quest with you, I just needed to get that outta my system. Besides, you're a cleric, I knew you'd be able to help him despite what I might hawe done. I ain't sorry for assaultin' him, but I'm sorry for upsettin' you, alright?

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat quite plainly pulls his SFC away from his hand. He does him the respect of listening to his words, but that part he won't allow.]

And you still didn't think, dumbass. Did you really think everything would be smoothed over like that? Oh, Karkat can heal him, so it's all okay? I can't say it's most pan-stunted thing you've ever done, but the lack of intelligence still smacks me in the face with the force of an ill-applied string instrument. I am sending her a message, you will talk to her about this, and I do this as an ex-moirail informing your current one of something you've obviously got a lot of feelings about. Important feelings, merited anger, but a way fucking inappropriate response. You should be sorry, because he hasn't even done it yet.

[And now he looks over to Gamzee.]

And don't think I'm not going to talk to you either! Future you does this and it's not a little whoopsie, so you better believe I'm going to make sure you understand why it's wrong.

Now you let me type this message. Then if Gamzee can still use his skills with his ukulele busted into pieces, we're going to go beat the shit out of these mermaids, because I need to take this mood out on something.

[And provided that much, Karkat will send a quick text to Roxy.]

[420]

[Thank god Karkat is a cleric this curse. At the very least that means that after a good application of heal, Gamzee isn't oozing blood everywhere anymore. The tooth it didn't restore but thankfully those regrow. Only a truly pathetic species probably has to deal with the hardships of non-replenishable dentistry.

He spares a look at Eridan for a moment, but then he looks away again. He doesn't particularly know what to think of the situation. At least there is no immediately rage spike, regardless of what regalia he might be wearing. The slime is keeping that nicely in check. The fact that it was so out of nowhere helps that too. It's like his sponge is still barely catching up to what the fuck went down to the point where his pump hasn't made any decisions yet on what to be feeling here.

Oh. Wait. Karkat is talking at him.]

Brother, I ain't got the motherfuckin' notion here at what the shittits just went down. If you wanna jam at me, you know I'm always cool with that, but I don't know what this wicked biznasty did transpire to be making this motherfucker all harsh at a bro.

[Seriously, Eridan. He thought you were his buddy. )o:]

[unconchonable]

[Eridan frowns as Karkat pulls his SFC away, but it can't be helped.]

I don't see why it was inappropriate. An' it doesn't sound like I can get back at him later, so it's only fair I gawe him the comeuppance his actions afford. But whatewer, send her a message. I'll talk to her if that will make you feel better.

[At least Karkat seems to understand the vileness of the act, and plans to talk to Gamzee about it. When Gamzee speaks up though, he looks at him, his expression far less hostile than it was before, but still a bit scathing in its glare.]

Look, I'll explain this shit as simply as I can. Later on in the timeline you put me through a fate worse than death. Death? I can handle that, but bein' stuck in the same body with Sol of all trolls? That crosses far too many fuckin' lines, Gam.

[Now he's going to approach Gamzee and... offer him a hand to help him back up.]

For what it's worth, we're still friends.

[Or at least Eridan still thinks Gamzee a friend, EVEN IF HE'S GOING TO FUCK HIM OVER AGAIN. Seriously, for all the shit Gamzee has and will put him through, Karkat should be thankful a smashing blow to the face via a wanna-be guitar is all Eridan's done.]

[bethehugejerk]

I'm going to ask Roxy for the details and figure that out after this, then talk to you after that and explain it if I even can.

[This he says to Gamzee as he types out a relatively quick message, by his standards. He also levels a glare at Eridan after for his part, but doesn't let it distract him. He captchalogues his SFC afterward.]

Because this version of Gamzee didn't do it, like I already said, and that's all I'm going to. This topic is now dead and done with for the duration of the quest. Bringing it up again will result in a drub to the skull, and I have had enough from Terezi in my time that I more than know what I'm doing. Understand?

[420]

[Gamzee's uncertainty as to how to respond to Eridan instantly disappears the moment the seadweller steps forward and extends a hand to him. A dopey grin stretches onto Gamzee's face, very much showing off the new gap between his teeth. If Eridan says they are still friends... well, they are still friends, and friends forgive each other. That was the amazing thing about friends. They were there for you, and who better to know the miracle in that than a kid who had spend numerous amounts of nights on a cold, quiet beach.

For a moment he just sits there, wiping his blood-sticky hand on the front of his shirt until it is more or less clean, before he reaches to grab Eridan's hand, letting him pull him to his feet.]

Aight, bro. I'm cool with that.

[And now that he is on his feet again, he should better check out his ukulele. The instrument clearly has seen better days, with two of its strings snapped, but there are still two that are in working order which is probably (hopefully?) still enough for it to work.]

[unconchonable]

[Eridan rolls his eyes at Karkat, but that's fine. He is so done with this topic anyways. He made his point, got what he wanted, and Gamzee is even fine with it, if that dopey expression and his accepting of his hand is anything to go by. Gamzee was even thoughtful enough to wipe his hand (mostly)clean before grabbing onto Eridan's. All is well.]

It's a topic best left in the past anyways, seein' as we'we got some mermaids to kill an' sittin' around here like a bunch a brainless barnacles isn't goin' to get them any closer to their expiration.

[He glances to the Ukelele, which is probably the only part he somewhat regrets.]

Sorry 'bout your instrument.

[Only because now Gamzee is kind of useless. Oh well, what had to be done had to be done, after all.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat stares at the two of them. Are they...? Did they really? His head tips forward and his hand comes up to greet it, catching forehead and cheek in a mittened embrace.]

Okay, whatever, so long as you two can get along for this.

[What is his life??? He drops his hand away and stoops to pick up his dropped staff.]

Anyway, we're headed for the old church site. Specifically we're going down into the caves, and I've brought us all flashlights so we can see what the hell we're doing. We never seven rotted fins off those chumsuckers, so I have also brought a knife in case they don't fall off naturally or by mystery RPG mechanics. Whoever has the strongest stomach will be tasked with that in the event it's necessary, i.e. I'm not doing it.

[He motions with his staff, and starts walking.]

We'll figure out the party order when we get there, since neither of you are actual combat classes. I figure we can handle them by this point in the curse, though, which is why I didn't ask one along.

[420]

[Come on, Karkat. If you can't forgive your bros, then who can you forgive?

Pulling off the broken wires, Gamzee then strums his nails along the two remaining ones. Sounds shitty, but then again, it sounded pretty shitty when it was all complete too. Probably something to do with the clown playing the instrument.]

Naw, man, I got this. I think this lil' fucker will still do the job.

[He lends a polite ear to Karkat's leaderly business -- it is sgrub all over again -- with no particular inclination towards interrupting. He hasn't got the pan for strategies, and he is more than happy to do whatever.

Which means he will probably also end up being the one to slit up some mermaid gills for their loot. On account of not giving a fuck either about smells or his dainty nails.]

[unconchonable]

[For as finicky as Eridan is, he actually doesn't mind getting his hands dirty when it's important. However, if that job can be shoved off on someone else? Bet your finless face he's gonna do it.]

If you say so...

[But then he turns his attention to Karkat, nodding to what he has to say.]

Alright. I think we can more than handle this, I don't think my digestiwe sack is up for another quest with Sol, anyways. Seein' as he's the only melee class I know of.

[He starts to follow after Karkat, though.]

I'll newer understand the dumb items they request us to get for these ridiculous quests, but whatewer.

[bethehugejerk]

[God's punishment against people with ears, but it will do. Better than nothing. Better than dead weight. He might pull Gamzee along even then, because hey, moirails, and he did spend part of Sgrub traveling with him when half the time he fed the imps pie.]

I know a woman called Washu who's a warrior for this curse, but as said, we've got this. I will beat their skulls in by my own staff if that's what it takes, but hopefully I won't have to invite the theft of my organs if you two can keep them back from me. At least I've actually got some offensive spells this time around.

[The two following him is nice. Addressing the quest proper is a more productive direction for his anger, too. Hopefully he'll be able to get out the worst of it before Roxy giving him the whole story inevitably flares it back into new life. This flame of rage never dies: it only ever cools to glowing embers.]

[420]

[A befoulment upon the airwaves it might be, but Gamzee knows there's still magic in these there strings. Call it an odd RPG class thing, but as a bard, he just feels whether or not it'll work and right now he can feel that handful of spells he had been gifted with just waiting to be plucked alive.

And hey, if that doesn't work out, with two shitty chords at his disposal, he could always write a chart topping pop song.}

No worries, my best motherfucker, we got your back. We can handle these rude-tittied bitches.

[At which he casually tosses an arm around Karkat's shoulders.

May the ever glowing embers of rage be dampened by the wet tea-towel of moirallegience.]

[unconchonable]

[Gamzee better not be dead weight, it might be Eridan's fault that he would be dead weight, but Eridan is not about to put up with Gamzee being useless! A+ for Eridan. He offers the two a glance as he catches up to walk side by side, but he doesn't follow Gamzee in throwing an arm around his boyfriend.]

Ahh, didn't realize what class she was, not that I care. Either way, we'll be fine. What's a couple a mermaids, right? This will be hardly a fuckin' challenge, ewen if our bard is a little, uh, lackin' in the strings department.

[Oh Eridan. If only you knew what's to come. He honestly has no doubt in his mind that this will be SO easy.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat allows the arm this time. Gamzee he's not mad with, for one.]

Could you even pick a worse way to refer to them? They're mermaids, Gamzee. Say mermaid.

[Eridan in the meanwhile he offers a sideways glance. Whose fault is that, huh? But the topic's dead, so he says nothing of it, not wanting to violate his own order.]

I wasn't aware you knew her.

[With a nudge at Gamzee's shoulder, he goes to pick up the pace a little. The sooner they get to the caves the better.]

[420]

[He'll pick it up a little. No time for lazy strolling then, huh?]

Mermaid.

[Hey, give a stupid command, get a stupid reaction. Now does he get a cookie? His attention is most on Eridan though.]

Don't you fuckin' fret, I'll make that shit happen even if a motherfucker gotta up and rap it into being.

[Actually, that is a cool idea. Can he just rap his spells?]