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[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.]

[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.

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.]

[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.

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.

[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.]

Hahaha!

[She's not worried about Gamzee for a number of reasons. First, he's ridiculously fast and strong- there's no way Karkat could land a fatal hit, in her opinion. And even if he did, well, it's not like Terezi wouldn't laugh at seeing Gamzee bleed anyway.

She's going to have fun with this either way.

She takes advantage of Karkat's distraction to reach for one of his arms to try to twist it up behind his back. She and Gamzee are strong enough on their own; together, they are one fluid force, able to work together without needing to communicate, each of them accommodating for the other's weak points.]

[He brings his arm up and takes the slash, laughing wildly as indigo spills down his hand and licking it off.]

You are just too motherfucking slow, brother!

[He knows without having to check that Terezi's already in position; they've played this game many times before, after all. Colors flash as he opens his modus and withdraws a club, slamming the end into Karkat's stomach. It's not hard enough to be potentially fatal or even break anything - he doesn't want to end this game too quickly - but certainly hard enough to hurt.]

[His focus is on Gamzee, hating seeing him injured even when it was my his own design, so he doesn't notice Terezi grabbing his arm until he's twisting in his grip. In turn, trying to struggle free by slashing wildly behind him leaves him unprepared for the blow to his stomach, which knocks the wind out of him badly enough for him to drop his free hand.

It's too painful to think much, but he is able to feel humiliated that after resolving to really try and fight them, it's made no difference. At this point he might be better off giving up and trying to survive by being an uninteresting captive, but his pride won't allow that. Besides, he knows what they'll find if they break the skin. He doesn't want to think it would matter to Terezi and Gamzee, but if he thinks sentimentally he's in deeper trouble than he already is.]

[Terezi laughs and absorbs the impact through Karkat when Gamzee slams him with the club, keeping him held firmly. Despite her size, she's strong, stronger than she ought to normally be, and she flips up her knife, bringing it around to Karkat's throat in a mockery of a cradling motion. She smiles at Gamzee over Karkat's shoulder.]

Oooooh, that wasn't hard at all. Our little limeblood here obviously can't swing a sickle to save his life!

[She and Gamzee have done this so many times before, of course. So many times they would try to run. The stupid ones would try to fight, they'd thrash and scream and pronounce their innocence.

None of them ever escaped.

Terezi presses the blade close and coos cheerfully into Karkat's ear.]

I need a blood sample for my investigation, too.

[She digs the blade in against the delicate flesh there, just a little bit- only enough to break the skin and let the blood well out.

Terezi's in no position to see its color. It's Gamzee who will get an eyeful of it first.]

[He leans in close to where Terezi has the knife put to Karkat's neck, eyes hungrily locked onto the blade pressing into the skin. At first he thinks the liquid slipping out is a rust red -- but the color's far too bright for that and he rears back in shock, complete revulsion on his face.]

Holy mother of fuck--!

[The cut hurts him less than his growing panic as Terezi slices his skin. But when he sees the expression on Gamzee's face, he has to squeeze his eyes shut. Being seen as a freak hurts him, but it's so much worse that it's Gamzee looking at him like that. He has to fight if he wants to live, but it's easier to think maybe he should just die, better him than anyone else, even if that's the logic that got him in this situation.]

What!? What is it?!

[For a moment Terezi gets excited, thinking Gamzee's exclamation means they've landed a highblood. She loosens her grip on Karkat enough to lean around and get a look at the cut on his throat, holding her knife up to the light, too--

She recoils in disgust as well, lips parting in shock. The blood rolling down Karkat's neck in small rivulets is a bright, shocking red. An unnatural color. Completely off the hemospectrum.]

What the fuck are you?

[Expression twisting in revulsion, she gives Karkat a hard shove towards the wall.]

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[He catches a bead of Karkat's blood on his fingertip and watches in drip in part fascination and part disgust.]

Honk, honk. Looks like we got a filthy nasty starmonkey here what all thinks he can be passing his disgusting self off as a troll. And to think he all done thought he had the right to front smack at us. Punchline-blooded motherfucker, you don't even got the motherfuckin' right to motherfuckin' exist.

[The lie comes to him quickly-- he hasn't regained his blood yet, still stuck with the disgusting human red. But what would be the fucking point? They would kill him anyway, and he doesn't want to lie about his blood anymore. It's there in the open, even if his eyes are shut, he can picture in his mind the sickening sight of it dripping off Terezi's knife, pooling on his skin. Why try to pretend otherwise? He realises he's shaking a little, not from fear of being hurt, he barely even feels the cut, but from panic over that mental picture, the red blood on the knife and the way Terezi and Gamzee are looking at him, his red quadrants, the two people he loves most in the world, seeing him as less than an insect, something disgusting that should die. If he opens his eyes the sight won't change, it will just be worse. He should lie here and die and then wake up and try to forget this.

But he can't do that to them, so after his body hits the wall, he pulls himself to his feet and tries to bolt for the door, struggling with all his strength against anyone who tries to hold him. He already knows he has no right to exist; if he didn't know, none of this would be happening. ]

A freak like you should've been culled as a grub and turned into an example.

[As the shock wears off, cold, hard fascination replaces it. Were it possible, she seems to hold her chin a little bit higher, looking upon Karkat as if he is below her. And, to hear? He is. He's nothing. He doesn't even have a right to be breathing the same air as them.]

It's never too late, though! [With a snarl, she leaps for Karkat, grabbing around his middle and jerking her chin up.] Gamzee! [She knows Gamzee will join her right away- there's certainly no escape for Karkat.]

[He's on his feet the instant Terezi moves, already knowing what she's planning.]

Ain't nowhere to motherfuckin' run to, dogg! And a motherfucking done mistake of nature shouldn't be all what standing upright in front of his betters. [He twirls his club before aiming a blow at Karkat's knee.] So why don't you show us some motherfucking respect before we do the mirthiful thing and cull you proper.

[He falters when his knee is hit; if Terezi wasn't holding him he probably would fall. At any rate, though he doesn't know how bad the damage is, he knows there's no hope of running anymore, if there ever was. He's still shaking and struggling, but he's given up fighting for now. It's another failure in a long string of them, but today is not going to be the day he stops being a let down apparently.]

Fuck you both.

[She holds Karkat up to keep him from falling over as Gamzee strikes him. She carefully avoids touching any of that hideous red blood, but she brings her knife up and makes a quick slash at Karkat's arm.]

Oooh, you fucking mutant, we could've made it a quick execution, you know? But running your mouth like that isn't going to make it any easier~.

[She lets go of him, allowing him to drop into that smashed knee.]

[He stalks up to Karkat and jerks his chin up - unlike Terezi, he has no compunctions about getting his hands covered with mutant blood.]

Better. But I think we gotta do something about that smart motherfuckin' mouth of yours. [He hums thoughtfully.] Tell you motherfuckin' what - if you all up and get your penance on right now, we won't cut that dirty mastication muscle out and make you choke on it.

[He falls to the ground, still not able to focus on the pain beyond a dull, fall away throb of his cuts and his knee.]

I don't care what you do. If you're going to fucking kill me, fine, I'm not saying please and thank you about it.

[He can't pretend having his tongue cut out doesn't sound awful, but his focus is elsewhere. With Gamzee this close, he has a stupid idea that will only get him killed more horribly, but he doesn't really care about that right now. He reaches a hand up, not quite aware that it's the one dripping with blood until he can see it, and paps Gamzee's face.]

Shhhh.

[Terezi stands above them both, wiping the blood off of her knife onto her pant leg. She opens her mouth to say something...

And then Karkat tries to pap Gamzee, and she bursts out laughing. The vision is ludicrous. Gamzee already has a moirail, after all.]

Oh, god! The mutant would dare lay his hands on a highblood! Is it mercy you're looking for?

[With a cheerful trill, she lifts her leg back to kick Karkat in the side as hard as she can. But she'll let Gamzee punish him for this one.]]

[Gamzee's reaction to the sudden papping is the exact opposite of Terezi's - he rears back in immediate disgust and shoves Karkat off of him hard. The contempt in his expression is abruptly drowned out by pure rage and he snarls; it becomes extremely obvious extremely quickly that he'd just been playing around before but now he's genuinely pissed off.]

Nice try, brother, nice motherfucking try, but that quadrant is already done taken, and a motherfucking scumgrub like you ain't worth nothing in comparison. [He stomps on the hand Karkat had used to pap him with and grinds his foot down before holding out his own hand.]

Terezi, darling girl, can a brother be all borrowing that blade of yours for a second? I think I gotta teach our insotent motherfucker here a motherfucking lesson by cutting off that nasty hand first.

[He didn't think that would work, though at least it got the idea of cutting out his tongue out of Gamzee's head. But he's still a little disappointed, especially at that comment about the quadrant being taken. It was a stupid thing to hope for, but a very small, surprisingly optimistic part of him was thinking maybe that would have been enough for serendipity to take hold.

His hand hurts and he'll feel that more lately, but he's out of options now so he just closes his eyes and waits to be killed.]

*Oh, gog dammit. Terezi's being a terrible influence on her kismesis (matesprit? Kanaya's never quite sure when it comes to those two) again. It's always a pain in the nook when she gets Kanaya's moirail like this, but it's a particularly irritating pain given their situation. With the pathetically small numbers of their kind remaining, any new population of trolls should have been looked upon as a boon, but for these two it was just an excuse to paint with more colors.

But no. Not this time. It was her job to make sure that their species lived to see another sweep, and come hell or high water she was going to make sure it happened if she had to pap the hell out of every highblood from here to Skaia.

The logical place to check was Gamzee's hive, so following Terezi's cessation of their conversation Kanaya had made her way there with the utmost of haste, throwing open the door - and hearing the sounds of struggle from upstairs. Fuck, they really didn't waste any time, did they?

She dashed to the second floor of the residence, following the sounds, and barged into the respiteblock in question with nary a trace of her usual elegance. There they were, of course, tormenting one of those poor hapless idiot trolls who had the misfortune of ending up in a town with this devious and deranged duo.*

Terezi-- *No, forget it. The Witch was too stubborn and high-minded to listen to her sensible reason. So she focused on the indigo-blood, one hand on her hip and the other coming to wag in his face.* Gamzee.

What have I said about culling the other trolls?!

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