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capeandcowllogs2013-08-07 05:48 am
crab) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-08-07 05:48 am
im sorry there are no lyrics titles for this one
WHO: karkat vantas and you!
WHERE: ambiguous city location #976
WHEN: nighttime, august 3rd through to august 7th.
WARNINGS: language, always language.
SUMMARY: karkat now believes himself to be from the canon puella magi madoka magica due to shenanigans. he proceeds to fight crime while very well dressed.
FORMAT: quick.
[ being out all night isn't really a dramatic change to karkat's schedule. nor are his activities these nights that different to the norm. the similarities to the status quo end there, however. he isn't hunting for criminals these nights. there is something much, much more important he needs to track down, and it is more for his own sake than the sake of innocent civilians. that they benefit is more of a bonus, in this instance.
he needs to find witches. considering how fraught with misfortune this city is, you'd think it would be infested with them, but over the course of the week he is failing to turn up even the slightest trace of witch or even familiar activity. it's making him anxious -- his soul gem is darkening, ever so slowly.
anyone out and about at night from august 3rd to august 7th may come across one karkat vantas -- though they may not recognize him. for one, he doesn't look like a troll anymore. no horns, no grey skin, no sharp teeth; instead, he looks like an ordinary human teenager with black hair in desperate need of a cut and vivid red eyes.
he is also wearing a dress. it is a very nice dress, somehow managing to stay mostly pristine despite all the parkour bullshit he does while wearing it, which can probably be put down to magic. the colors are primarily white and grey, with a few small red accents. his soul gem sits on his hip, and he wields an excessively ostentatious, bright red excuse for a sickle. it's all very flashy.
some kid dressed in lolita fashion might look a little out of place in a dark alleyway or shady backstreet, but he doesn't seem to take any notice of this fact. ]
WHERE: ambiguous city location #976
WHEN: nighttime, august 3rd through to august 7th.
WARNINGS: language, always language.
SUMMARY: karkat now believes himself to be from the canon puella magi madoka magica due to shenanigans. he proceeds to fight crime while very well dressed.
FORMAT: quick.
[ being out all night isn't really a dramatic change to karkat's schedule. nor are his activities these nights that different to the norm. the similarities to the status quo end there, however. he isn't hunting for criminals these nights. there is something much, much more important he needs to track down, and it is more for his own sake than the sake of innocent civilians. that they benefit is more of a bonus, in this instance.
he needs to find witches. considering how fraught with misfortune this city is, you'd think it would be infested with them, but over the course of the week he is failing to turn up even the slightest trace of witch or even familiar activity. it's making him anxious -- his soul gem is darkening, ever so slowly.
anyone out and about at night from august 3rd to august 7th may come across one karkat vantas -- though they may not recognize him. for one, he doesn't look like a troll anymore. no horns, no grey skin, no sharp teeth; instead, he looks like an ordinary human teenager with black hair in desperate need of a cut and vivid red eyes.
he is also wearing a dress. it is a very nice dress, somehow managing to stay mostly pristine despite all the parkour bullshit he does while wearing it, which can probably be put down to magic. the colors are primarily white and grey, with a few small red accents. his soul gem sits on his hip, and he wields an excessively ostentatious, bright red excuse for a sickle. it's all very flashy.
some kid dressed in lolita fashion might look a little out of place in a dark alleyway or shady backstreet, but he doesn't seem to take any notice of this fact. ]