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[crusthatecean]

Who: Karkat, Terezi, Gamzee, others
Where: 1338 Benny Road
When: December 22
What: Gamzee and Terezi decide to have a talk with a certain irritable troll
Warnings: character injury, blood



[After hanging up on Terezi and his earlier confrontation with Gamzee, Karkat will keep to himself. He'll remain inside the house, but he'll keep to his respiteblock, avoiding the chance of running into Gamzee again.

He'll also keep his sickle on his person and watch out his window for comings and goings, worried about Gamzee's potential to harm the other trolls in town.]

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[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He opens the door, baring his fangs in a pleased grin when he sees who it is.]

It is all about time you showed your motherfuckin' face, sweet thing. I was about to motherfuckin' start without you.

[lynches.livejournal.com]

I'm here now. [She hooks her arms around his shoulders in a painfully tight hug. She pulls him down to grin right into his face.] Can you believe the little pissblood hung up on me when I asked him what color his blood was? Rude!

Where is he at, anyway~?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He wraps his own arms around her waist, claws digging into her sides.]

I ain't surprised - brother all done had the motherfuckin' gall to be threatening me and my girls. [He sighs and shakes his head mournfully.] Motherfuckin' scumbloods just don't know how to treat a sister right.

Oh, he's hiding away somewhere in this hive. All tucked away and cowering in the dark like a motherfucking wiggler about to be grubsauce. It's all chill though - just makes it more fun for us.

[lynches.livejournal.com]

Aw, how'd you even control yourself! I am impressed, Gamzee. I'd probably have cracked his pan open right then and there.

[She tugs at a lock of Gamzee's hair, a bit sharply.] So it's hide-n'-go-seek with the wiggler, is it?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

It was being a real motherfuckin' struggle, I can tell you that. But I ain't gonna be opening my new present without my darling girl there to see.

[He darts in quickly to nip at Terezi's bottom lip.] Hide-n'-go-cull's always been one of my favorite games. Especially the motherfuckin' finale.

[lynches.livejournal.com]

It'll be a goddamn spectacular! You are too good to me. [She giggles breathlessly, eyes widening in anticipation of the events to come. It'll be nice, putting this lowblood in his place. And Mayfield's good, in that way- if they get carried away, well, he'll just come back. And they can play with him again and again and again.]

And if you're not just going to kiss me I'll take care of it myself. [She leans up to full-on press her mouth against his, edging him beyond the doorway and kicking the door shut behind her.]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

Only the best for my finest of sisters. [And okay, hunting down Karkat can wait for a few minutes while Gamzee proceeds to shove his tongue down Terezi's throat and maybe try to sneak in a well-timed boobhonk here and there.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He noticed Terezi coming in while watching the window, and he thought it might be a good time to get a sense of what's happening. Even like this, Terezi will keep Gamzee in line. Instead, he gets an eyeful of this business. He was meaning to be quiet but he accidentally drops his sickle and has to pick it up.]

[lynches.livejournal.com]

[She's all too happy to let Gamzee boobhonk her while trying to tear new wounds into his tongue with her teeth, but then she hears that sound, a faint thud from upstairs, and pauses in the midst of her makeouts.]

Mmm, what was that?

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He licks teal and indigo off his lips, glancing up the stairs.]

Seems like our newest brother done thinks he can land a free viewing of the show without a motherfuckin' ticket.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He wants nothing to do with this; it looked maybe black to him, but he can't tell for sure, and either way, it's kind of uncomfortable to watch Gamzee feeling up his matesprit.

He isn't quite aware he's been noticed, and he ducks back into his respite block.]

[lynches.livejournal.com]

[She looks up just in time to catch the blur of Karkat's retreat; she laughs wildly and wipes the blood off of her mouth with the back of her hand.]

Oh, look! He is already running.

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He watches Karkat backpedeal amusedly, making no move to chase after him...yet.]

Now correct me if I'm being wrong, but ain't spying supposed to all be a motherfuckin' crime? Be a real shame if he all what escapes justice - whoops, sorry, I mean justits.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[Can't hear them, so just sitting in his room feeling crappy until they come in.]

[lynches.livejournal.com]

Mm, that's right! My, my, he is already racking up the charges. Withholding of information to a representative of the law, spying... Talk about shitty first impressions!

[She bounces on the balls of her feet, looking excitedly towards the stairs.]

I wonder what sort of punishment this merits.

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He grabs her hand and starts heading up the stairs.]

As the highest motherfucker in this land, I'm declaring execution as the only sentence all being fitting for a brother this diabolical. Now we just gotta carry it out.

[lynches.livejournal.com]

I am at your command, your most honorable highblood~. [She practically skips up the stairs with him, speaking in a sing-song voice as if this is all a game to her- and perhaps that's the frightening part. It is. All of this is just a game.]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He's honking one of his horns louder and louder as they get nearer to Karkat's door and knocks almost politely once they get there, although one look at the dangerous grin on his face and the gleam in his eyes makes it clear what his intentions are.]

Open up, mysteryblood. Let's have a motherfuckin' chat all friendly-like.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He can tell just from Gamzee's tone this is bad. He's afraid, both of what Gamzee might do to him and of how much he knows he cannot let this happen because he will get his Gamzee and Terezi back and for their sake he cannot let Gamzee kill him like this. His hand is trembling when he picks up his sickle and opens his window, ready to jump out if it comes to it.]

Need your matesprit for protection before you talk to me? Fuck off.

[lynches.livejournal.com]

[Terezi laughs and laughs and laughs and grips the doorknob. Unlike Gamzee, she is not willing to be patient- not now.]

Would you listen to the filthy little fucking dirtblood! Wow, you're just asking for it now, aren't you?

[She jerks the door open.]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He laughs too, dark and low as he drapes himself over Terezi's shoulders from behind.]

Yeah, you really scare me, my insotent brother. I am all about just motherfuckin' quivering in my shoes from how terrifying you are.

Why don't you read him his charges, sweet thing? Let this scumblood know what he's all dying for before we see what he's hiding inside.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Green! If you're so obsessed, I'm a fucking lime blood, so enjoy that, assholes. I guess I was just ashamed of my fluorescent puke blood around all you impressive highbloods, that's the obvious explanation here. So go share your sickening flip lust elsewhere and leave me the fuck alone.

[He feels an odd guilt lying about his blood, like he's at once betraying his fellow lowbloods by not claiming their color, implying it isn't good enough, and also embarrassed at the thought of being caught by his highest blooded friends trying to pretend to be something so much better than what he is. But even though he has to lie, low green is the highest he can even think to claim. Not just for the guilt he would feel pretending to a friend's specific shade, but also because it feels all too obvious he's nothing near a green. To claim to be blue would be suicidal to him, when he feels like he's so transparently lowblooded.

Even so, he doubts this desperate move will change anything, and he's ready to strike as soon as the door opens.]

[lynches.livejournal.com]

[There's a knife in Terezi's hands all of a sudden. It's just an ordinary kitchen knife, but she wields it with a certain, cheerful blankness.]

Oh, we're in luck, Gamzee! That's one of our favorite colors, isn't it?

[Once she gets a look at the other troll, there is no recognition in her eyes. She just sees a troll their age- nothing more than that. There's no sign that she recognizes Karkat at all.]

Let's see. Charge number one- deception, and- [Her eyes land on the sickle and she bursts out laughing.] Oh, look! He's going to play, too.

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

Lime green would look awful pretty against all that disgusting starmonkey red. Even if I think he's all done spewing bullshit out his motherfuckin' seedflap.

[He smirks before vanishing in a blur and reappearing in front of the window, blocking off the only way of escape.]

Shit, in that case, we can't all be disappointing our newest motherfucking friend here. Let's play, motherfucker.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He slashes hard at the flicker if movement behind him. He doesn't want to hurt Gamzee at all, hates the idea of cutting him open, but he doesn't want to hesitate on that. It would be selfish of him to refuse to fight them. Still, there's an automatic hesitation to his moves that are unintentional, but, in a fight against such skilled opponents, potentially fatal.]