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♑ & ♑ | Misery loves company

Who: Gamzee Makara & Kurloz Makara
When: Some time after this mess
Where: beach
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[Gamzee isn't really sure on how long he has been sitting here since... just since. He hasn't been zoning, he knows that much. Zoning is pleasant, letting his thoughts go all adrift in the fog that makes up the majority of his pan. Now there are no pleasant thoughts, and the fog is starting to run a little thin. He should be getting his slime, dose himself in a fresh batch of miracles, but that'd involve climbing to his feet, getting off the beach and he don't got an interest in that right now.

But some motherfucker to speak with... that'd be real chill about now.

His movements are mechanical as he brings out his SFC, and he's already halfway down to scrolling to Karkat's name on sheer muscle memory before he realizes what he is doing. For a moment his hand jerks up, SFC clutched in it, like he is making to toss it in the ocean, before he drops it, too tired for anything really.

Slowly he returns to scrolling through the list once more, his fingers making to scroll to certain names before realizing that they aren't there no more; Mrs Brisby, Zelda, Minato... seems he been losing too many motherfuckers what can help him get his peace on. His fingers hover over Signless' name for a few moments before he scrolls along. He can't. Not right now. He digs Signless plenty, appreciates his opinions, but he's too much like Karkat right now, like he'd be trying to fit a too similar motherfucker in the hole in his pump meant for another. His eyes skim the list some more before-- yeah.

Kurloz could help him, he knew he could. With a few taps, he's got the message screen pulled up.]

HeY MoThErFuCkEr
YoU GoT AnY TiMe tO SpArE On a bRo?
I NeEd sOmEoNe tO GeT My sPeAk oN WiTh iF YoU AiN'T Be mInDiNg tHaT

[Yes, the mute mime was definitely the proper choice to talk with. Definitely.]

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[It's a special motherfucker who gets a response from Kurloz that is prompt, conveniently timed, and text. Gamzee is one of the few who this clown occasionally awards the privilege to, and fortunately for Gamzee, now is one of those times. In short, he's not doing anything with his own moirail or even anything particularly engaging.

Gamzee wants to spend time with him? Interesting. He was almost certain that after the last curse he would have been doing damage control, not getting out of the blue requests like this. It says something about Gamzee's faith in him. And that, ultimately, is what brings him to answer as he does. A request like this may mean he's got Gamzee caught hook and line. Now it's time to go for the sinker.]

I ALWAYS GOT TIME FOR A BITCHTITS BRO
speak your mind, motherfucker
I AIN'T UP AND GOING TO INTERRUPT

[He's not just caught hook, line and sinker, he's downright been netted and send off to the fuckin' sardine factory for canning, that is how far up Kurloz's faith grill he is. He trusts him, implicitly. Even the last curse had changed nothing on that. From where he had been standing, Kurloz just had been a most righteous clown, ready to carry out the wicked decrees carried down by their Mirthful Lords. He had been Gamzee's bro and he had even worked miracles for him. Nothing in that would lead Gamzee to suspect him.]

CoUlD We bE HaShInG ThIs sHiT NuG To nUg?

[Nevermind that Kurloz might still have to type things out on his SFC for Gamzee to understand. He just... really wants a bro nearby.]

[The inconvenience of communicating aside, Kurloz is glad for the possibility. It's a good thing he's alone as he reads the message, because the look on his face would probably creep out anyone who saw it.]

do a bro got a private place what for to get our gab on?

ThE BeAcH CoOl wItH YoU, bRo?
AiN'T BeInG No mOtHeRfUcKeR ArOuNd fOr aS FaR As mY SeEbUlBs cAn lAy gAnDeR To.

[It is getting a little late, after all.]

MOTHERFUCKING HOMEY.

[And Kurloz doesn't answer after that, but it's because he's making his way up to the island. It doesn't take long, and he's easy to see coming, as tall as he is, and because of his usual signature outfit.]

[Where do you even get tiny purple shorts like that, that's life's real mystery right there.

As soon as Gamzee realized Kurloz was not responding back, and very likely on his way here, he sets aside his SFC to wait. Eventually, he digs through his sylladex, bringing out the remote Darkleer had made for him so long ago. A quick push of the button summons the robotic seagoat. It is a pisspoor substitute for a lusus' comfort, too small, and all iron and bolts and no scratchy warm goat tongue to lick him when he is sad (his lusus might have been a neglectful, feckless bastard, but he had been nice enough when he had been there) but it is the best he got. And Gamzee is plenty childish enough to sink in any faint form of comfort he can find, to try and avoid what unpleasantries life went and deposited on his hive stoop so to speak.

And that is how Kurloz will find him, curled around the head of his robogoat, leaning his own head on top of the robot's. His SFC has been set in between the goat's horns, playing a short violin melody on repeat. Been ages since he got his listen on to that, but he feels like he needs it now. His posture is just mainly incredibly tired, little left of his normal relaxed peace.]

[It's a secret.

Between the goat and the slumped posture, it's not hard to tell that something unfortunate is up with his clown bro. He doesn't know the significance of the music, but in context it's probably something sad too.

So when he's finally close he drops a pat onto the robogoat's horn, then drops into a crouch in front of Gamzee, pointing and tilting his head, face focused into a concerned look. Mime seems like a better way to get his point across than signs, now, and at the moment he wants to be direct. It'll get him more information.]

[Luckily Gamzee has no intention of fronting about this, twisting around the subject, or plain just not admitting why he is feeling so down. Kurloz is his bro, his friend, and he trusts him. He even called him here. And shit, if you weren't all going to be in the business of letting your bros in on what ails you, how were they going to be making like helping you fix that shit.

So when Kurloz crouches next to him, Gamzee raises his head, giving him a momentary smile though it is a wan approximate of his normal one. It drops quickly though, replaced by a tired expression of powerless hurt.]

Karkat, he... we split.

Edited 2013-07-27 07:00 (UTC)

[For the briefest of moments, Kurloz's eyes go wide. Bad news or not, this isn't what Kurloz expected to hear. There is one thing you learn very quickly abut Gamzee, and it is that he is very fond of his moirail, here in Vatheon, in a way that is so very unlike the Gamzee Kurloz knows.

His first thought is good. Without Karkat, there's no huge roadblock keeping him from dragging Gamzee back onto the right path, where he can properly serve their Lord. Perhaps he could even turn him against that heretic who has been doing his brother wrong, prepare him to use his mind and his powers for what they were intended. Perhaps they can finally start something.

But first steps first. He needs to find out more. So he settles down to sit facing his clown bro, his face a mask of concern, an invitation for Gamzee to let it all out.]

[Gamzee shifts a little so he too can properly face Kurloz, looking at him with droopey, sad eyes. His hands idly twist on his shirt for a moment.]

Karkat went back--

[It isn't home anymore, not to him. He hasn't been back in his time proper in so long it definitely doesn't ring as home to him anymore. Vatheon is his home, the place where he wants to stay at. He just lets that phrase trails off, trusting Kurloz to understand what went down. He should've been able to see Eridan's message on the network too, anyway.]

He weren' t gone here for any long manner of time, but he got to experiencing more than a motherfuckin' sweep worth of time. Like, shit, how does that even make sense, it don't, does it?

[fuckin' time, how does it work.]

He said... he said we're through, that I up and went and broke up with a motherfucker on account of grounds of faith, that I done him wrong.

[his voice rises a little, getting a bit louder and quicker as he starts babbling.]

I don't get it, it ain't nothing wrong, right? Loving a motherfucker ain't any sort of wrong, right? Even if a motherfucker got him some swill what might not be matching ours.

[He looks at Kurloz, his eyes waiting, practically begging for him to agree that no, there is nothing wrong with loving a lowblood, loving a mutant even. Cause otherwise he has got no understanding what could possibly be the matter.]

[The end of that would be just the kind of place for a moirail to deliver a pap. Kurloz just keeps his hands to himself. He's not pale for this bro, he shares his faith. It's not the same thing.

Instead, he devotes himself to typing out a reply.]

PALE BE PALE, INVERTEBROTHER
blood don't got no place
I GOT MY MIRACLES IN GREEN AND GOLD
but faith do
GOT MY SUSPECT ON YOUR PALEBRO AIN'T DOWN WITH THE CLOWN

[The last thing Gamzee wants from Kurloz is a pap. He wants to pour our his heart to him, sure, but it is not pale. Only one motherfucker got his attention like that which... well, is kinda the whole fuckin' issue here.

Down with the clown? No. Nobody could've ever called Karkat down with the clown. Or with any sort of religion. Faith and Karkat didn't mix. He gives a little shrug through. He had never minded that Karkat was a faithless blasphemer. He always figured he had enough faith for the both of them.]

He's got his own understanding of the world, but that's cool. All us motherfuckers gotta be finding our own ways to hash this shit, right?

your miracle motherfucker denies truth
THIS TRUTH WHAT WE KNOW
knowing a brother ain't got his see on for the faygo and stardust in the world tears a brother's pump right out
WHEN HE BE STARING MESSIAHS RIGHT IN THE FACE AND DON'T GOT KNOWLEDGE FOR IT

[Kurloz almost doesn't type out the answer, this time. His 'voodoos are jumping around in his pan, just waiting to get out- he doesn't need to ue them yet, not for making a brother's heart quake with fear, but this would go a hell of a lot faster if he weren't typing out every single answer.]

[Gamzee ends up giving a half-hearted shrug to that. He is well aware Karkat is a blasphemous fucker, a bro with so dried out a faithbladder it ain't even all certain he ever had one, if maybe he went and got hatched without it. He knows all those things. But now is not the time for really discussing those things. Regardless of Karkat's religious inabilities, Gamzee loves him, would immediately crawl back to his side if Karkat gave a sign at this point that he wanted that. He just wants him back, blasphemy and all.]

Edited 2013-07-30 19:30 (UTC)

[This typing thing isn't working.

Not only because it's time consuming, either. It's not reaching him right, but this isn't ever going to be the little same scarred-up messy-painted motherfucker who he sent off to assist their Lord, not unless he leaves and comes back too. So he'll have to do something else.

And right now, that something else means speaking his mind, with his mind.]

You ain't gonna choose between that motherfucker and miracles? Preach it straight.

[Gamzee jerks, his head snapping up. Something went and got all nestled up in his pan, some voice, some voice what was real similar to his thought-voice but different enough that it send a short shiver down his vertical bonestack. At this point, he isn't thinking too much on what was asked, still rather stuck on the part where anything was asked at all.

His eyes fall on Kurloz, brows furrowed above them as he tries to process what was going on.]

Uh. Did you--

[He jams his pinky into one ear, as if to clear it of any wax.]

Did you hear something, bro?

[Oh, that's just fun. Kurloz can't help but chuckle silently for a few moments. For a few moments he plays dumb, glancing around in confusion and shrugging at Gamzee as though he has no idea what Gamzee thinks he heard.

It lasts for a few more moments. Then the voice is back.]

Only thing I hear in my ears be you, motherfucker.

[Gamzee jerks again when he hears the voice echo in his pan, glancing around, before the loose ends finally connect, and he turns back to Kurloz staring at him wide-eyed. He's got an idea here. Maybe it is a crazy idea, but he has got it nevertheless.]

Be straight with me here, man. Is... is that you?

[This time, Gamzee's wide-eyed amazement is met with a knowing smile.]

right on, brother.

[Better look out, they've got a genius in their midst right now.]

[Someone call trollsa, we have a winner here.]

Woah.

[Gamzee plain boggles at that for a moment. Ain't every day your bro just gets to speaking directly in your pan like it ain't no biggie.]

It's like... shit it is all like I can hear a bro's pan noise right at in my pan.

[Yes, it is definitely sorta like that.

Gamzee shakes his head for a moment, but if the idea that Kurloz can talk straight into his pan freaks him out in any way, he sure isn't showing it.

Spoiler, it doesn't freak him out. Not now he knows it is Kurloz. He trusts him after all.]

Man, I hadn't got any knowing as to you being able to up and do that, brother. Why didn't you deal in a bro on this before?

[It's exactly like that. Gamzee's intelligence only shines through more clearly the longer this conversation goes on.]

It were a secret. Ain't just any motherfucker what would get their listen on proper. Weren't needed none before, neither.

[Not to mention he just likes confusing people through sign.]

[Discovering Kurloz's powers offers some welcome distraction. He doesn't like lingering on unhappy things and maybe, just maybe, if he all ignores it things will go back to being how they was before. Maybe tomorrow Karkat will feel way better about things. Sleep could bring those kinda miracles.]

You really dig secrets, don't you, brother?

[He remember some comments Kurloz had made before, on how he liked keeping things to himself. He doesn't see it as the dangerous behaviour it is. His mountains of trust are really misplaced.]

[Avoidance will work for now, but Kurloz still intends to get back to the conversation if he can.]

They're the best miracles there are, motherfucker.

Which is why you'll keep this one.

Sure, if that is what you be wanting, bro.

[While Gamzee was shit at keeping his own secrets -- or rather, did not see the need to keep certain aspect about himself hidden from public view -- he did have some ability to keep other people's private business private. He had been one of the first to know about Karkat's blood colour after all, but he had been able to keep that in his nug too. The knowing that Kurloz could speak with his mind would be just another secret that he could keep. Especially if it would get his brother's happy on.]

[Kurloz nods and smiles. Certainly, he appreciates Gamzee's efforts to keep everything quiet. One gets the feeling that Kurloz would not be plased if this were to come to light.]

Well, you wanted to get your discuss on, brother. So let's talk.

[And it is back to that topic. The little distraction is over, and as Kurloz guides the subject back to what they came here to discuss in the first place, Gamzee's face falls a little, his brows knitting, and his shoulders drawing up.

He's quiet for a little while, not because he is avoiding answering, but more because he is trying to find the right words to explain what his chest feels like. That ain't easy. Words just ain't meant to be encompassing feelings right.]

I... I just want him back. I thought-- he's my motherfuckin' serendipity. Us being all split don't feel right none.

[If the quiet had drawn on for much longer, Kurloz would have prompted him again, because he will not allow Gamzee to escape from this conversation so easily, no matter how different this brother is from the sharper, driven one he constantly finds himself thinking back to working alongside in the dreambubbles.]

Then a motherfucker's got to go and make it right, ain't he?

[Gamzee doesn't always lose track of ongoing conversations!

Just... often. Very often. Nearly constantly.

The look he gives Kurloz is a little helpless, like he really doesn't know how to do this shit, and he wants some help, any help. He really just wants any other motherfucker to solve his problems for him.]

How does a motherfucker all up do that?

[Guide him, oh wise clown senpai.]

[He'll get his guide, all right. The road to hell, in this case, is paved with Kurloz's ambitions.]

Gotta prove to him that he's your religion, you feel me? That he's a motherfucker you believe in.

I do, brother, I motherfuckin' do. Weren't nothing what he could be asking of me what I wouldn't be willing to do a motherfucker for.

[Except comb his hair and wash his hands before dinner, okay, there were just some limits here.]

How do I get him to be understanding that?

He ain't seeing you at the proper moment, is he? Then leave him something. What you know'd be a pale gift all proper, something he'd be fond of. Something what'd make him think of you.

[That... honestly sounds like a good idea to Gamzee. He has been forced to sit through enough romcoms to know that gift were given quite plentifully in those movies. Sometimes to the point where Karkat would rant over it not being the right gift for some reason or the other.

The suggestion and the fact that it sounds like a good one to him have him smiling. He's real lucky he got a good bro like Kurloz to help him out like this. Real motherfuckin' lucky.]

Yeah. Shit, yeah, that sounds good. Gotta show the motherfucker that I really care, right? Help him get his understanding as to that on again.

[Kurloz's smile could light up Alternia's night sky like one of the moons. He must be nothing but pleased to help out his brother in paint.]

Show him you never want him anywhere but close to your pusher.

That being how you do things with your bro?

[Hey, to his eyes, Kurloz and Mituna are a very successful, happy moirallegience. Kinda enviable, at this point.]

How did you get to hooking up with that bro? What made you up and get your see onto the miracles there?

Always.

[Well, that and fucking with his brain, but why suggest something that obviously won't work?]

Motherfuck, brother, I been diamonds with him so long I almost forgot there's been a time when we ain't.

[He nods a little.]

So, what sorta stuff would you all get your main motherfucker if you was lookin' at getting him something?

[Help him out, okay, he needs some ideas here. Shopping is hard.]

Motherfucking falldown slats, bro, for all that's his thing with his heartsis. A thicker goddamn helmet. Whatever;s up and coming his favorite.

[He considers Gamzee for a moment, before adding to his answer.]

Something what can be shared.

Like a bottle of the finest elixir?

[Is there anything better to share with a bro than a faygo? Gamzee thinks not!]

Shit, maybe a pie too. That's all some miracle being made for splitting with your bros.

Hell, why not go in for a righteous confectionary? Do it, bro.

Yeah. Yeah, shit, that does all sound good.

[He is going to get that guy back into his life, you just watch. Gonna seduce him with soda and pie.

He glances at Kurloz, giving him a grin that looks far more like his old grins.]

Thanks, man. For helping a brother out on this. I really appreciate it.

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