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capeandcowllogs2012-05-02 06:57 am
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well jesus christ i'm alone again
WHO: karkat vantas, gamzee makara.
WHERE: gamzee's house.
WHEN: evening of 2nd of may.
WARNINGS: gamzee being gamzee???
SUMMARY: karkat revives and becomes worried about a murderous clown running around unchecked.
FORMAT: quick.
[ it took him some time to get back to gamzee's home. after being ported back into the city he'd spent a full twenty minutes on a bench in the street just breathing, gasping, wheezing, near hyperventilating until he'd adequately reassured himself that he wouldn't suddenly stop. he'd apprehensively slid a hand up under his shirt to discover a circular mass of slightly raised and fragile textured scar tissue, proof that it had really happened. he had really died. not dreaming. not a dreamself. he had really, honestly and undeniably died.
he didn't have time to try and comprehend that fact. he didn't know how long he'd been dead, and it would take time to get back to gamzee's house with as little knowledge of the layout of the city as he had. he does eventually make it back, however, after what we'll assume was a comical travel montage in which many hijinks were achieved.
only, standing in front of it, he isn't sure how to go about entering. what if he forgets a booby trap... what is gamzee isn't even there? no, he doesn't want to imagine what his moirail might be getting up to without him. he opts to ... try something at the very least. ]
Gamzee!
WHERE: gamzee's house.
WHEN: evening of 2nd of may.
WARNINGS: gamzee being gamzee???
SUMMARY: karkat revives and becomes worried about a murderous clown running around unchecked.
FORMAT: quick.
[ it took him some time to get back to gamzee's home. after being ported back into the city he'd spent a full twenty minutes on a bench in the street just breathing, gasping, wheezing, near hyperventilating until he'd adequately reassured himself that he wouldn't suddenly stop. he'd apprehensively slid a hand up under his shirt to discover a circular mass of slightly raised and fragile textured scar tissue, proof that it had really happened. he had really died. not dreaming. not a dreamself. he had really, honestly and undeniably died.
he didn't have time to try and comprehend that fact. he didn't know how long he'd been dead, and it would take time to get back to gamzee's house with as little knowledge of the layout of the city as he had. he does eventually make it back, however, after what we'll assume was a comical travel montage in which many hijinks were achieved.
only, standing in front of it, he isn't sure how to go about entering. what if he forgets a booby trap... what is gamzee isn't even there? no, he doesn't want to imagine what his moirail might be getting up to without him. he opts to ... try something at the very least. ]
Gamzee!
GOD I DIDN'T KNOW WHICH ICON TO PICK
You're back, motherfuckin' breathing not looking all wrong.
You're back, you're back, you're fuckin' back.
Don't ever do that shit again.
HAHAHA
Shit! You could give me some warning before spontaneously materializing and trying to crush me to death, asshole, I just got back from that.
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Sorry bro just real happy to have yourself back. You don't know how much I missed you and how much I motherfuckin' all missed you.
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You ain't been up in here for a week. Seemed longer.
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Did what was fuckin' right to get on doing. Had some help so I know it wasn't just my anger making me have the idea sit up in my pan.
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No. No! What did you do, you moronic piece of shit, who did you kill?! [ he knows who, though. who else? ]
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The dumb motherfucker who thought he could get away with shit like this.
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He didn't trick me you snotpanned fuckwad, I called him out. And I've been threatening him for months! Why did you do that? What could possibly infect your cognitive capabilities to such a point that that would seem like a good idea? He's only going to come back, and he's going to be pissed to high goddamn hell at both of us. What do you think you've done?!
[ wait. ]
Who helped you? What's happened since I- while I've been gone.
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Kanaya and myself both fuckin' know he needed the lesson what he got.
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And then:]
He's got to stay away from yourself.
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[ he would really prefer not seeing you dead, gamzee. ):B ]
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I'll protect any motherfucker that's close at you too, bro. Fuckin' know that.
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Eridan can't hit myself, won't get to having an opportunity to hit me. I all promise.
[Shifting he looks Karkat directly in the eyes and keeps them locked.]
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You shouldn't have killed him.
[ pause. ]
And you wouldn't have if I hadn't gotten myself killed like an incompetent crotchrocket.
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He doesn't argue because what is there to say against it? He could say sorry, but he wouldn't feel it. Arguing against that first statement has been getting him nowhere awfully fast this entire time. Worst of all, that last part is completely true.
No, there's nothing to be said, all that's left to do is to try to hold on and quietly:]
Honk.
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[Attempting to move his face in Karkat's hair he'll give him a tiny platonic kiss if he lets him.]
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No, you ass chomping douche, you aren't. I called Eridan out and antagonized him despite what you'd been trying to beat through my thick skull for the past two months that, oh, Eridan is a murdering shithead and provoking him might not be the most amazing idea you've ever had, maybe you should stop screaming at your problems until they shrivel up out of the second hand embarrassment of being associated with such a mentally deficient evolutionary hiccup, or turn around and blast a hole through your torso because you're trying to talk sense into them, like that wasn't a complete waste of fucking time from the start, why would you ever even entertain the notion that you two used to be friends or something equally revolting like that! Surprise, Vantas, just because you're too much of an underdeveloped jellyspined grubfucker to shank a bitch doesn't mean every other troll is! You couldn't stop him from killing your friends, what made you think you could stop him from wrecking your considerably more worthless shit?
[ not even addressing gamzee at this point. DON'T MIND HIM HE IS JUST TALKING TO HIMSELF AGAIN. ]
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[And now quick as can be he circles his arms around like a tight lock on a bike and tries to hold him tight.]
Didn't kill yourself.
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You ain't him.
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And you all keep making it sound backwards like a clock that don't decide to hit one after twelve just goes round past eleven again. Shit ain't right.
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there's a long, considering pause, before he says, very quietly: ]
I didn't actually think he'd kill me.
My icons for this suck
Wouldn't have if he had anything in his pan or his pump biscuit.