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discedo2012-08-01 02:31 pm
areyounext) wrote in discedo2012-08-01 02:31 pm
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1st Honk
[Once upon a time there was a little troll named Gamzee. This little troll had a big problem. He was doing drugs! But one day, his supply of drugs went dry and he had all sorts of problems in his life, and he couldn’t be calm and quiet anymore! So instead, he went all sorts of hate murdery on everyone and killed some of his friends! The only way little Gamzee could get better was from a magical cheek stroke from his best friend, Karkat! Thanks to the magical pap-shoosh of his best friend, Gamzee was able to get over the worst of the ordeal!
But our story does not end here, little grublings. Not at all! You see, Gamzee’s story has just begun!
Little Gamzee woke up, all alone in a hospital, and goodness. He was quite concerned. He was by himself, the best friend whose magical touch had calmed him down, was nowhere to be seen! It was quite dreadful! Worried that he might do something awfully bad, now that the magical cheek stroking wasn’t happening, Gamzee started to wander all through the hospital, and tried to find his best friend. It seemed like hours! He would check various rooms, various hallways, hoping his best friend might be around there.
It wasn’t until he slid down a flight of stairs, which no one had warned him of, that he found himself precariously located at the hospital’s morgue! Of all places! But Gamzee’s got himself pretty used to death and corpses at this point! After all, he’s made a couple all by himself! (His ancestor would be so proud!) So going inside the morgue should be no big deal! Gamzee opens the door--
The sound of a record scratch fills the air.
AW HELL NO.
Pardon me, children! But it seems as if little Gamzee has stumbled upon quite the unfortunate discovery! As swear words pour from his mouth, Gamzee approaches a table where upon it...is the body of his best friend. So peaceful, he appears to be. However, peaceful though he might appear, Gamzee’s shivering with rage, already swearing he will hunt down whoever killed his best friend. As he stands over his friend’s body, he contemplates severing his head and keeping a hold of it, like he has with several of his other friends...but there’s...one option...
It didn’t work when he did it for the boy he had a crush on, but maybe it would work with his best friend...
Gamzee then stands at the edge of the table, purple blood dripping over his cheek from an injury earlier that day! He says to himself, that a brother has to do what a brother has to do. He needs to wake up the sleeping knight! And who would have ever thought that the bard would be the one to do it! He was sure either the seer or the rogue would do it instead! Gamzee inhales again and leans down over his best friend, and gently, partially terrified...he kisses him, praying to his mirthful gods that he will wake up!]
[ Karkat, meanwhile, has been alive for… oh, a few hours, give or take. He actually hasn't been asleep the whole time. Mostly just been drifting contentedly on the edge of consciousness and enjoying what little peace and quiet he finally has. Even better, he doesn't feel sick anymore. His mind is clear and plotting swift vengeance on the opossums that poisoned him.
And then suddenly his peace is interrupted by some asshole kissing him. He opens his eyes.
On one hand, it's not Terezi, and that kind of sucks. On the other, it's not Dave, so it could still be worse. There is no time to ponder when Gamzee got here or why the clown is kissing him at the moment. The second their lips meet, a spark of fury is ignited.
Karkat has respawned.
His first act in his third go at life is to shove Gamzee away, lean over the side of the table, and vomit all over his shoes as a result of being kissed. Stan Marsh now has a kindred spirit. ]
[The response to this is rather simple. A very sad looking clown trying to wriggle his feet out of his bright purple shoes before the vomit can sink in and make his feet all gross and wet. So as he stumbles back, guess what has just fallen from his pocket and started to record them, with a lovely view of the morgue ceiling?]
Motherfuck, bro. Didn’t have to be all throwin’ your grubloaf up on a brother’s shoes, did ya? Ain’t like I was gonna be up and leavin’ ya there to get your dyin’ on, y’know!
[Fortunately, a tiny glimpse of Gamzee’s face is visible, his blood still sticking to his cheeks, and what looks like chocolate formed around his mouth. His shoes are in hand, and he looks like he’s trying to shake off Karkat’s moirail-barf from them.]
Just up and woke up here and got my worry on as to where this motherfucker might up and be chillin’, and got all sorts’a concerned that a best motherfucking friend of his might be all up and gone.
But our story does not end here, little grublings. Not at all! You see, Gamzee’s story has just begun!
Little Gamzee woke up, all alone in a hospital, and goodness. He was quite concerned. He was by himself, the best friend whose magical touch had calmed him down, was nowhere to be seen! It was quite dreadful! Worried that he might do something awfully bad, now that the magical cheek stroking wasn’t happening, Gamzee started to wander all through the hospital, and tried to find his best friend. It seemed like hours! He would check various rooms, various hallways, hoping his best friend might be around there.
It wasn’t until he slid down a flight of stairs, which no one had warned him of, that he found himself precariously located at the hospital’s morgue! Of all places! But Gamzee’s got himself pretty used to death and corpses at this point! After all, he’s made a couple all by himself! (His ancestor would be so proud!) So going inside the morgue should be no big deal! Gamzee opens the door--
The sound of a record scratch fills the air.
AW HELL NO.
Pardon me, children! But it seems as if little Gamzee has stumbled upon quite the unfortunate discovery! As swear words pour from his mouth, Gamzee approaches a table where upon it...is the body of his best friend. So peaceful, he appears to be. However, peaceful though he might appear, Gamzee’s shivering with rage, already swearing he will hunt down whoever killed his best friend. As he stands over his friend’s body, he contemplates severing his head and keeping a hold of it, like he has with several of his other friends...but there’s...one option...
It didn’t work when he did it for the boy he had a crush on, but maybe it would work with his best friend...
Gamzee then stands at the edge of the table, purple blood dripping over his cheek from an injury earlier that day! He says to himself, that a brother has to do what a brother has to do. He needs to wake up the sleeping knight! And who would have ever thought that the bard would be the one to do it! He was sure either the seer or the rogue would do it instead! Gamzee inhales again and leans down over his best friend, and gently, partially terrified...he kisses him, praying to his mirthful gods that he will wake up!]
[ Karkat, meanwhile, has been alive for… oh, a few hours, give or take. He actually hasn't been asleep the whole time. Mostly just been drifting contentedly on the edge of consciousness and enjoying what little peace and quiet he finally has. Even better, he doesn't feel sick anymore. His mind is clear and plotting swift vengeance on the opossums that poisoned him.
And then suddenly his peace is interrupted by some asshole kissing him. He opens his eyes.
On one hand, it's not Terezi, and that kind of sucks. On the other, it's not Dave, so it could still be worse. There is no time to ponder when Gamzee got here or why the clown is kissing him at the moment. The second their lips meet, a spark of fury is ignited.
Karkat has respawned.
His first act in his third go at life is to shove Gamzee away, lean over the side of the table, and vomit all over his shoes as a result of being kissed. Stan Marsh now has a kindred spirit. ]
[The response to this is rather simple. A very sad looking clown trying to wriggle his feet out of his bright purple shoes before the vomit can sink in and make his feet all gross and wet. So as he stumbles back, guess what has just fallen from his pocket and started to record them, with a lovely view of the morgue ceiling?]
Motherfuck, bro. Didn’t have to be all throwin’ your grubloaf up on a brother’s shoes, did ya? Ain’t like I was gonna be up and leavin’ ya there to get your dyin’ on, y’know!
[Fortunately, a tiny glimpse of Gamzee’s face is visible, his blood still sticking to his cheeks, and what looks like chocolate formed around his mouth. His shoes are in hand, and he looks like he’s trying to shake off Karkat’s moirail-barf from them.]
Just up and woke up here and got my worry on as to where this motherfucker might up and be chillin’, and got all sorts’a concerned that a best motherfucking friend of his might be all up and gone.
action!
Gamzee, not only are you on this crazy train with me, you are the conductor. You are driving the dope-ass dingbat train straight to Fuckville. I am merely a first-class passenger.
[ Insults aside, he lets his moirail wallow all over him, even giving a few awkward pats on the back. Maybe that'll help when he breaks the bad news. ]
No. Tavros isn't here. Closest we've got are herds of Tinkerbulls that collectively look like Tavros when you're out of your mind with a fever. Sorry bro. [ He sighs. ] But he was here before so who the fuck knows. Maybe he'll be back some day. Preferably with functional legs.
[ Dragging his sorry ass around in a wheelchair wasn't exactly the highlight of Karkat's life. ]
The death exemption only applies to those who have been brought here. Better not fucking apply to possums or so help me...
[ JUST STARING ANGRILY AND BITTERLY INTO SPACE DON'T MIND HIM. ]
Re: action!
Choo choo! No worries bro! First class is all meaning you get a comfortable as fuck journey all the motherfucking way there! Just chillax, we'll be all having your seven course meal right up!
[He grins a little, being incredibly silly. All rage aside, he's calming himself down already with a little playing around with his best friend.]
Would be nice if my other best bro could be all living it up here, y'know? [He gives Karkat another bit of a snuggle.]
What's a possum? They like a playin'-dead-rodentbeast?
[Don't mind him. Just going to be poking your cheek and rubbing to see if you react.]
action!
One of those meals better be a tapioca sandwich. Otherwise I'm going to be the most obnoxious passenger possible and write terrible reviews about your train service on the internet.
[ Good. Calming rage is good. For that reason Karkat just accepts the snuggling. And, admittedly, it's good to see his best friend again. Friendship is like a spec of light drifting in the Marina's-trench sized hole where Karkat's heart should be. Said light is probably some terrifying fish that inhabits only the depths of the oceans and peoples' nightmares. Oh well. ]
It's a demon that lives in the walls of our temporary hive here. Rule two of Discedo: you are now in a warzone and our hive is No Man's Land. I've literally fought tooth and nail with the beast, but its blood is poisonous or something because I got sick after swallowing some of it in my last brawl against it. I was going to feed its young to Terezi but in light of this I think I'm just going to massacre the devilspawn and use flames to purify the tainted corpses they'll leave behind.
[ He's too occupied being furious at the possums to properly smack Gamzee's hand away from his cheek, though he does bare his teeth threateningly as though to say I swear to fuck if you keep that up I will bite it off.
He won't, of course. Karkat is like one of those little dogs that snarls and snaps at the bigger dogs but everyone knows that it's all bravado. ]
action!
[He's actually really happy to have Karkat being whiny and complainy at him. It's like he never went sober, and it's rather relaxing. Having Karkat so quickly accessible after arriving here after his episode, it was keeping everything in his head settled.]
So, you want me to kill it? I can do that, if you want. Wouldn't be no problem.
[He beams, and his hand doesn't lower from his friend's cheek. Still wrapping his head around being there with his best friend.]
action! 1/2
[ whatever you tell yourself to (not) sleep at night, Karkat. ]
Nah, I don't want you to kill it.
action! 2/2
The possum's death is my quest. It's my adversary and therefore must die by my hands. Bring it to me beaten but not broken.
[ HE MUST DESTROY IT TO CLAIM THE IRON THRONE
action!
If you all need help, bro...I'm your man!
action!
Maybe it's the weirdly relaxing death/respawning he's had (it's like a day at the spa but with fewer mudbaths and more gurneys). Maybe it's Gamzee's response. Who knows, but now Karkat's lips actually turn upward in a ghost of a smile. ]
Thanks. I'll summon you as need be. I'll show you what the sharp-toothed monsters look like, then if you see one around, you bash it a couple times. Just don't make out with it if it dies. They're poisonous.
[ Actually they're just infested with fleas that carry typhus but Karkat hasn't realized that yet. ]
Re: action!
And Gamzee SAW that smile and he's practically exploding into a fit of giggles and happiness to see Karkat reacting like that. A smile? From Karkat? Gosh! He's so lucky!]
You know I'm being all there for you whenever I can. And I'll tear that motherfucker apart if you be all getting harmed by it.
[Another giant smile from Gamzee, but Karkat? Be prepared to check Gamzee's hair for fleas then.]