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the fuck is this [open!!!]

Who: Team Terrible Alpha Trolls (Damara and Kurloz) and YOU!!!
When: idk make it any day this week (4/8 - 4/14) for curse shit
Where: ...Terrible Alpha Troll House.
Style: Whatevs
Status: Super hyper mega ultra open!!!

In the Phanga Neighborhood, there is a house. It looks just like all of the other houses. There is nothing out of the ordinary about it at all.

Number 6 of Phanga may look innocent on the outside, but step inside the house and you will find the unexpected. It's... strange. There are mutilated objects laying around everywhere, horse paintings on the walls that have been defaced. You might even spot a picture or two of some clowns. Just... clowns. Being clowny.

Who the fuck actually knows what's going on here.

((ooc; This is just a catch-all log for anyone who might want to interact with some alpha trolls. Like seriously you could just be some dude walking down the street if that's what you want. You don't have to know either of them to stop on by. Just do it.

Also this is going to be taking place during the gains/loss event just as a head's up. 8U))

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[ This week has displeased Damara. She woke up on Monday and suddenly... she could be understood. Her words were as clear as day.

It's pissing her off.

It's so hard to be terrible at people if they can understand every word you're saying.

She huffs as she heads into the living room, kicking over a stack of someone's things (whose, she wasn't entirely sure).

So she's been back and forth, in the house and out, and can be found basically anywhere on the property. ]

Edited 2013-04-08 02:36 (UTC)

[ Aradia would have just walked by this particular house, but the occupant exiting at that very convenient moment catches her attention, so she stops and turns. She hasn't got her her wings or her nifty godtier outfit, but in turn, there's a little white kangaroo-ram creature hopping along at her side, who turns to stare at Damara with her.

Deciding that she's got to do this some time, she turns her confusion to a smile and waves cheerily. ]

Hello!

[Kanaya interrupts her just being some dude walking down the street to take in the spectacle of a troll she doesn't know at all trowing something of a tantrum in her front lawnring. Poor deluded soul that she is, she can't help but move in closer to ~~meddle~~ see if the stranger needed any help.]

Are you alright?

[Scenario A]

[The beginning of the curse has a rather immediate effect on Kurloz. He's only just walked out of the house he shares with Damara when he stops dead and clamps a hand tightly over his mouth.]

[He doesn't move from that spot, he just hunches over- and starts clawing at the threads that keep his mouth shut, not pausing even when his nail leaves a scratch on his lip that immediately starts welling up with indigo blood.]

[Scenario B]

[Kurloz has had to change his makeup this week. The black lines of the stitches across his mouth are completely gone. There aren't even any equivalents drawn into his makeup, because he's got to be careful of the scratches across his lips.

He doesn't look too happy, either. But maybe it's a good time to ask him anyway, when he's out and around the plaza. Because he can actually answer now!

He's also kind of lingering around the restaurants by the Plaza. Maybe he wants to go in. He's got the look of someone who could use some meat on his bones.]

[ She hasn't noticed her own change yet, as she hasn't exactly had any reason to say anything out loud yet. But she's on her way out the door, only to find Kurloz hunched over on the ground and making a pretty good block in the road.

How inconvenient. ]

What is wrong with the sil--

[ Wait.

Woah wait what the fuck was that that just came out of her mouth.

What.

The fuck.

Was that. ]

[He's in the middle of a bit of a freakout here, because there is kind of something in his mouth and if he bites it off now he will probably drown in blood due to not being able to get it out of his mouth.

That doesn't mean he can't spare a hand to flip Damara off, though.

It also doesn't mean he doesn't have the attention to reach out and grab for her little warmblood mind, to pull her strings and walk her right out of this room. Except when he reaches for his chucklevoodoos, they aren't there.

And that discovery, more than any other, makes his eyes widen, and draws a whine from the back of his throat.]

Hmph.

[ Wow rude Kurloz she was just asking what's wrong gosh! ]

Want stitches gone? Can make stitches gone.

[ She retrieves a switchblade from her sylladex and she steps toward him in order to curl her hand into his hair, pull his head back, and promptly slice the stitches open one by one with the knife before she lets go again. ]

Such pathetic noises you make.

[But it's supposed to be a secret!

He can't get rid of his tongue now, not with her around and watching him- he can't do it when she might notice. Which means finding somewhere to be alone. And more time than he has.

He tenses when she gets a hand in his hair, his hands lift to shove her away, still smeared with purple as they are. And as soon as she's got the stitches cut, he does. And then he forces his jaw open, just enough to show a flash of teeth and tongue, before he begins pulling the bits of thread out of his lips.

What was that about noises? Nope, Damara, sorry, he's too busy with this to be insulted by you.]

[ Damara takes the few steps back from the shove and she folds her arms over her chest as she watches him, actually a little fascinated as she observes the thread sliding from his skin. It was still a wonder to her how he was able to do that in the first place.

She even squats down in front of him, her arms wrapped around her knees, to get a better look. ]

What has changed, clown.

[ She already knows what's different for her. ]

[There are plenty of secrets that Kurloz doesn't wanting anyone knowing. The things he's lost and gained right now that no one knew he had or lost in the first place. But no one knows much about why he stopped talking. For all they knew, he just couldn't talk any more. So he just smiles, all fangs, and ignores the new weight in his mouth.]

Get your think on for it. [His voice... well, it sounds like it hasn't been used in sweeps. And no one was surprised.]

[ :o <-- that is actually her face right now.

Damara edges a little bit closer at that and raises a slight eyebrow, resting the fingertips of one hand lightly on the ground for balance. ]

He speaks again.

[ This was certainly a surprising development. ]

The sounds earlier were pathetic, but now they are worth dragging out.

[ Guess how she means. Just guess. ]

Not the only one making sounds worth listening on.

[Don't think he didn't notice the sudden disappearance of that accent, either. Besides, commenting on it is a chance to draw the attention away from him.

But he's not about to back away.]

[Sollux is lost. He was walking around town when his own loss happened - and now he's pissed off and fumbling with his SFC. His eyes are black pits, healed but empty of its plastic robotic orbs. In return, he's gained his teeth back - shit piled on top of shit, basically.]

[Yellowbloods just have the worst luck.

Sollux's bad luck, of course, is compounded by the fact that he has to deal with a creepy indigo he doesn't have a quadrant with, while blind.

Not that Kurloz knows he's blind yet, since he spotted Sollux's back first and decided to approach. The only thing he does is tap Sollux on the shoulder, because even if he can talk again, that doesn't mean he wants to.]

[Sollux yelps in surprise and lets off a rain of red and blue sparks from his horns as he jerks away from that tapping finger. He slams into a newspaper box he hadn't seen, and grabs onto it before he can follow]

Don't THNEAK UP ON PEOPLE.

[The sparks are impressive, but the flailing near-fall rather takes away from that. It does, at least, make it clear that he shouldn't be reaching out to steady Sollux, no matter how much it looks like he needs it.

The black pits where his eyes should be makes it pretty obvious what the problem is, though. And for once he's got a method of communication readily available for the blind, not that Sollux will recognize him.]

This ninja's all got his apology on for that.

[He swallows, colouring a bit yellow. He didn't mean to freak out that badly, but he hadn't expected the touch and Kurloz is pretty quiet.

Of course, he doesn't recognize the voice, though it sounds a bit familiar]

Well... I'm over it. You might ath well tell me who you are.

[Quiet is a virtue. :o)

If nothing else, the complete travesty that is his grammar ought to be familiar, but he also doesn't sound much like Gamzee when he's still warming up his voice after sweeps and sweeps of disuse.]

Kurloz. Sollux, ain't you, motherfucker?

[If he'd sounded more like Gamzee, Sollux would have guessed that first. Instead he frowns, confused.]

Kurloth? I thought you couldn't talk.

Couldn't.

[He still sounds like he barely can, honestly.]

This bubble be full of miracles and "miracles." You got yourself a couple of them.

Thith miracle ith shit.

No need to be telling me that, yellowbro. I ain't got my faith on to a pretentious piece of sealife to bring about true miracles.

[He nods thoughtfully] Not all thea life thuckth, though. And you can talk again, tho that'th cool, right?

Just that which up and thinks at being holy.

It's something.

[He's not particularly happy about it, really.]

Maybe it really ith a god. We're godth. [He grins in Kurloz' direction] Godth can be all kindth of weird thingth, apparently.

[Kurloz just makes a noncommital honking noise. He's certainly not about to confirm or deny any potential godliness.]

Mother fucker ain't no messiah.

Well, it'th a freaking coral. It'th not egthactly thtanding on a thtreet corner shouting thtuff.

Don't need to. It exists.

[This is the part where Kurloz needs to shut his mouth before he starts getting really creepy.]

[Too bad Sollux likes to talk]

It'th jutht a tree that liveth underwater. Doeth it bother you that much?

[Apparently that means it's time for Storytelling with Kurloz, then.]

You're a motherfucker with that sparky shit, ain't you? Way palebro up and used to. Say some bastard up and comes to you bragging their horns off saying they're the sparkiest motherfucker in the world. And you know they can't even lift their motherfucking self a pebble off the ground. You ain't gonna get your righteous rage on for that?

[He cocks his head, then snickers.] Rage? I dunno. I might humiliate them repeatedly and then wind up their kismesis, actually.

[At that, Kurloz lets out a surprised, raspy honk of a laugh.]

Ain't that sound like a story and a half, motherfucker? But naw, nothing but the most platonic of loathing here.

[Sollux grins] Yeah, well, you can't pail a coral... Ow.

Got my laugh on at any motherfucker what would want to try.

[Sorry, Sollux, you're getting a hair ruffle.]

You ain't half bad, yellowbro.

[Wow, stop? He stiffens and there's a little sparking around the tips of his horns, but he doesn't push the indigo away. His cheeks flush a bit and he ducks his head, scowling]

Of course I'm not. I mean, shit. If you can put up with Mituna, you've got to be able to put up with me.

Pale and liking ain't always the same thing. 'Sides, you motherfuckers ain't all the same, even when he's got his pan all laid straight.

[Okay, okay, he can stop messing with Sollux's hair. He gets an arm around his shoulders instead.]

[Sigh, all right. He's not eager to trust an indigo. Though Gamzee seems placid enough, Sollux knows that he's not when he's sober. Kurloz also seems nice, but Sollux has met the Grand Highblood. Still, he can relax a bit, though hugging his shoulders is a little like hugging a sack of broomsticks.]

I didn't really know what he'd be like. Pthiioniic ith all fucked up, too.

[Wow, hey, he is nothing like the Grand Highblood! He is subtle.]

Maybe a motherfucker'll find out.

[Except he totally will, considering the effects this curse will have.]

Yeah, maybe. [He shrugs] You're not so weird when you can talk.

Lack of righteous truths and a loose tongue what all does that to a motherfucker.

Okay, I was wrong. You are fucking weird, even when you're able to talk. [He grins and pokes him in the cheek with a claw] But that's just what I should expect.

Motherfucking honk, bro.

[In just a moment, Kurloz's hand is pushing Sollux's away from his face. It's... probably a good thing Sollux can't see him right now.]

Ain't no one ever teach you not to lay mitt to a brother's paint?

Apparently not. [He wipes his finger off on his jeans.] Doethn't Mituna pap that cheek of yourth?

Sure, 'cause he all knows what is sacred.

[Look out, Sollux, you're getting into clown religion territory.]

Moirallegianthe ith thacred?

Nah. A bro's messiahs. Honk honk.

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