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capeandcowllogs2011-05-09 11:06 pm
caprihorn) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-05-09 11:06 pm
Who knew
WHO: Aradia and Gamzee
WHERE: Trap central a.k.a. one of the many abandoned warehouses of the City.
WHEN: Late on the fifth of May and early on the sixth of May.
WARNINGS: There are a lot of traps in here. There will be swearing and violence. Someone also has a corpse to throw around.
SUMMARY: Aradia has been sent into a series of traps and won't be breaking out of it right away since Equius is supposedly in trouble. Equius isn't and Gamzee is screwed when Aradia figures this out, if she's even patient enough to wait that long.
FORMAT: Words
Gamzee was not there to see Aradia come in; he was still hiding among the traps of the building. What was there to greet Aradia at the front of the warehouse, hanging by something like strings, was a corpse made into a puppet. Its features had been reworked to make it look a little more like a puppet that Aradia once knew. It wasn't perfect and the eyes had been perhaps a little too widened and the cuts for the mouth a little too long, but it should still look like the one she found in a crater.
A note was hanging out of the mouth. It read:
IF YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKIN SKIP ONE STEP
equius'll be as dead as the motherfuckers who you're all used to talking to.
AND HIS MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD WILL HAVE THE SAME THREAD IN IT THAT THIS MOTHERFUCKER ALL HAS IN THEIRS.
better hope their whispers all help you the motherfuck out.
NOT MOTHERFUCKIN MUCH ELSE IS ALL MOTHERFUCKIN GOING TO.
now get inside lowblooded sister so we can motherfuckin start this carnival ride.
Upon entry to the warehouse the opening would close behind Aradia and the sound of loud gears would click beneath her feet whether or not she was floating. The closed doors and the slightly sinking floor panels would set off the darts that would be flying in from Aradia's left.
WHERE: Trap central a.k.a. one of the many abandoned warehouses of the City.
WHEN: Late on the fifth of May and early on the sixth of May.
WARNINGS: There are a lot of traps in here. There will be swearing and violence. Someone also has a corpse to throw around.
SUMMARY: Aradia has been sent into a series of traps and won't be breaking out of it right away since Equius is supposedly in trouble. Equius isn't and Gamzee is screwed when Aradia figures this out, if she's even patient enough to wait that long.
FORMAT: Words
Gamzee was not there to see Aradia come in; he was still hiding among the traps of the building. What was there to greet Aradia at the front of the warehouse, hanging by something like strings, was a corpse made into a puppet. Its features had been reworked to make it look a little more like a puppet that Aradia once knew. It wasn't perfect and the eyes had been perhaps a little too widened and the cuts for the mouth a little too long, but it should still look like the one she found in a crater.
A note was hanging out of the mouth. It read:
IF YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKIN SKIP ONE STEP
equius'll be as dead as the motherfuckers who you're all used to talking to.
AND HIS MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD WILL HAVE THE SAME THREAD IN IT THAT THIS MOTHERFUCKER ALL HAS IN THEIRS.
better hope their whispers all help you the motherfuck out.
NOT MOTHERFUCKIN MUCH ELSE IS ALL MOTHERFUCKIN GOING TO.
now get inside lowblooded sister so we can motherfuckin start this carnival ride.
Upon entry to the warehouse the opening would close behind Aradia and the sound of loud gears would click beneath her feet whether or not she was floating. The closed doors and the slightly sinking floor panels would set off the darts that would be flying in from Aradia's left.
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She was, in fact, floating, and the whistle of the darts would be an instant tip-off even if she wasn't already expecting something ridiculous and lethal. Her eyes narrowed just slightly as she used her power to stop their passage in the air, then crush them.
This was stupid.
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In the room there were grinning faux skulls littering the place and some spots on the floor where it looked like hands, knees, and feet would fit perfectly in them. The ceiling was low and wouldn't allow Aradia to float except for a few feet in the air. Gamzee hoped she wouldn't just cheat and go through the entire thing floating, but he wasn't sure she'd care enough to do this properly.
Which kind of worked out since all the spinning blades had been set up to move quickly and silently anyway, so it might get some more of Aradia's attention if she did just do her own thing instead of kneeling like she was supposed to. Gamzee didn't count on any of them killing Aradia, but he certainly would find it funny if anything did manage to cut her a little bit.