How many souls will fall from the sky

[zipperlips]

Who: Kurloz/Jack Jeckel/Undertaker
What: The streets of Vatheon are no safe place to wander late at night.
When: Late at night on Wednesday.
Where: A side street somewhere in the bubble.
Status: Open!
Style: Prose to start, but I'll follow you.


This week, it's easy to get into trouble, wandering the streets of Vatheon late at night. Any law-abiding citizens would surely have gone to their homes by now, to avoid the dangers of being stuck in a crime-infested city at night. This particular street is almost deserted, though there is one particular pedestrian who seems entirely unconcerned with where he is, and what time it is. Maybe it has something to do with the way he's dressed, a full skeleton costume, including a skull painted onto his face.

Maybe it has to do with the skull he carries in one hand. Is it a model? Maybe. But it certainly looks real. And the way his eyes linger on everyone that passes by... there's something unsettling about him, something's just off. Whatever the case, this man doesn't seem like the type you want to look in the eye.

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[onlyasign]

Sufferer bows his head in understanding, although he feels a faint stirring of happiness when Kurloz refers to him as his main motherfucker. He knows Gamzee is the real main motherfucker, but it's nice to pretend sometimes. Maybe when Gamzee isn't around he's the main motherfucker?

"Tell this one what to do, my master, and this one will do it. This one will stir the big motherfucking pot if that is why my master desires."

[zipperlips]

When Gamzee isn't around Sufferer is indeed the main motherfucker. But even if he isn't quite as important as Gamzee, he's pretty damn important. Kurloz wouldn't waste so much time keeping him from his second and final death, otherwise. And right now, Sufferer is certainly his partner in crime.

"Thy master desires it like fuck, my ninja. We are raising a mother fucking ruckus in this miracle city. But for that we need some brothers to get their second walk on before our Lord takes them up with a Honk."

[onlyasign]

Sufferer is able to follow that fairly well, and his red eyes glimmer as comprehension dawns. "Does my master wish for this one to go and recruit more followers to the miracles?"

He's smiling as he asks this, but it's not a nice smile. Far from it. There's something predatory behind his grin.

[zipperlips]

It's a smile much like the one on Kurloz's face, in fact.

"Go out and do some righteous motherfucking shit." It's an enthusiastic affirmative. "We'll bring a Vast Honk to crack this place in half."

[onlyasign]

"As you wish, my master." Sufferer bows low--almost overbalancing and toppling over but catching himself at the last moment--before straightening and looking Kurloz right in the eye. "This one will cause the most righteous of motherfuckin shit." He bobs his head in another awkward little bow and takes his leave. He'll be exceptionally bad at killing anyone, but he'll try!