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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?!

[She gives Gamzee her knife without a word; she's no fool. She knows that if she got in his way now, he wouldn't hesitate to get through her, too, quadrants or not. Yet it's times like this when Terezi admires him the most for what he is: at the very top of their hemospectrum without being one of those filthy seadwellers, future subjugglator, a real messiah.

Terezi steps forward, but Gamzee won't need her support now. It'll be a beautiful display to watch, this wash of bright awful red.

...Or it would be, were one Kanaya Maryam not interrupting. Terezi rounds on her with a snarl.]

Stay out of it! Look at this mutantblood!

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[He's about to slam the knife straight into Karkat's hand when Kanaya walks in. Guilt is not something Gamzee has ever been familiar with, but his expression does change the second he sees her, a little less furious and with genuine affection in his eyes.

He still doesn't let go of the knife, though.]

Ain't a troll I'm all about to get my subjugglation on, palesis. Just a motherfucking unholy freak what done thought he could be worming his ugly self into my pale quadrant.

Kanaya!

[His eyes open when he hears her come in, and he immediately turns to her for help. But then he remembers that she doesn't know him, and he shouldn't know her, and she may still help him, but that won't change the fact that none of them think of him as more than a stranger at best.

And then it registers that Gamzee just called her 'palesis' and she isn't here to save him, she's here to be conciliatory. He should be happy not to die but he feels jealous instead. Terezi and Gamzee can have their relationship; he may not like it, but he can also tell it's obviously a mess and mostly black. He's not going to bother to care about that. But Kanaya is one of the most naturally conciliatory trolls he's ever known; it's obvious that this can work, and it makes him feel stupid and useless for trying.]

*Kanaya's first thought is confusion-- how does this strange troll know her name? She's never seen him before other than in passing, has she? But perhaps he's heard it mentioned somewhere; yes, that must be it. So initially she ignores him completely.

But then Terezi turns on her with that arrogant snarl of hers, that ferocious that's always told Kanaya 'I'm making your moirail do something you're going to have to clean up,' and how dare she tell the jadeblood to stay out of her pale business? Kanaya is about to retort angrily when the impact of Terezi's words hits her - mutantblood - and she looks past Gamzee at the troll in question, and sees...

...red. Unnatural, bright, HUMAN red. On a troll.

And her expression visibly changes at that abberation, a look of shock (and perhaps horror) flitting over delicate features. How is this possible? Is he a troll, or one of the humans pretending?

While she might have softened slightly at Gamzee's words - he was doing it to preserve the fidelity of their pale love - they also remind her, however, of what she is supposed to be doing here. And while that blood color seems so terribly unnatural on a troll, he does still seem to be a troll, which means she'll deal with him later.

Right now, she reaches out to grab Gamzee's wrist firmly - not hard as to hurt, and she knows he could easily break free if he tried, but to bring him back from his rage. Her other hand comes up to cup his cheek affectionately, patting it soothingly. Her expression, however, is angry when it turns to Terezi.* I will not stay out of my rightful business, thank you, and we are going to have a very long discussion later.

*But when she turns to Gamzee, her voice softens, becoming gentle and calming.* Shh. It's all right, Gamzee. You needn't concern yourself with something like that.

[She twitches as though she'd like nothing more than to strike Kanaya, but she doesn't, for Gamzee's sake. Her own cheeks are bright teal; her shoulders have gone stiff and she clenches her hands into fists at her sides. She clearly needs calming of her own, but her moirail is not here.

Terezi instead crouches above the mutantblood, grabbing him by his wounded arm, getting that bright red all over her fingers, and she tries to ignore the infuriating sight of Kanaya. Of course, she knows she's just trying to hold things together. That's just what she does.]

Haaa, if you ask me, this is a pretty big fucking deal here! And you're interrupting.

[He growls in protest when she starts papping him, and for a moment it seems like it won't work; he's still too wound up from seeing that freakish red blood on a troll, too incensed from anyone having the audacity to try to pacify him other than his moirail let alone someone so low they weren't even on the hemospectrum, too consumed with the urge to kill and wreck and destroy to care about anything else.

But this is his moirail, and it is no secret that Gamzee, starved of affection his entire life, will do pretty much anything for one Kanaya Maryam. He sighs and finally lowers the knife, throwing his arm around Kanaya's waist in a loose hug and bumping their foreheads together fondly.]

Aight, but only because it's all being my best motherfuckin' girl who's asking. [A beat, and then he adds:] And it don't mean I can all be stopping Terezi from doing her motherfucking thing, neither.

[And in one smooth move, he tosses Terezi the blade from behind his back.]

[One second to take stock of the way Kanaya looks at him and he's done. It's almost easier with Terezi and Gamzee, who are being openly psychopaths, so much different than the ones he knows who accept him without question. But Kanaya is acting like herself, kind, compassionate, the same troll who saw his blood and was too polite to mention it but never cared at all. And she's looking at him like he crawled out from underneath her shoe. Or maybe it just looks that way to him, he tries to tell himself that's true, but it hurts to have confirmation of what he's always known-- that he has to prove himself worthy, because him alone will never be good enough for anyone.

He feels stupid for thinking he belonged with any of them, stupid for thinking he was the only one who could handle Gamzee when he's fucking fine with someone who isn't nearly the trainwreck of a person he is, stupid for caring about himself in all of this when he has no right to. So he just puts his head between his knees, and if Terezi decides to stab him in the throat after all that's just fucking fine.]

I'm helping, Terezi. *Whatever sharpness enters her voice when she speaks to Terezi evaporates immediately as she returns her attention to her moirail, the hand on his wrist letting go to come up to the back of his head, stroking tangled, unkempt hair gently and slowly. Kanaya exhales between her teeth, a long 'shhhhhhh,' trying not to stare at the mutant covered in red.*

I'm sure Terezi knows that it would be best if the violence stopped here, too. *Well no, she doesn't think that Terezi knows that, but she also knows that it's not nearly as fun for the tealblood if her kismesprit isn't involved as well.* I'll clean everything up here, I promise.

[She catches the knife, and, oh, how she wants to bring it down, but Kanaya's assumption is correct: if Gamzee's not in it, she's not either. The knife hovers terribly close to Karkat's throat before she jerks her hand back to her chest, standing and looking down at disgust at the mutantblood.]

Fine. Don't make me regret not killing this trash right here and now.

[A beat.] What are we supposed to do with him, Kanaya? Huh? You ever thought that one through? Not only should he not even exist, he's another troll when there are no other trolls.

[He leans into Kanaya's touch, eyes going half-lidded in relaxation as he enjoys the hair-petting.]

A motherfucker what got that clubberation of a blood color don't count as a troll, far as I'm concerned. [He flicks Karkat a dismissive glance.] We can just treat him like another one of those bullshit rotten starmonkeys around here.

[He keeps his eyes closed and stays still; he's listening to their conversation but not reacting to it, trying to not focus on or care about the process of deciding whether he's worth leaving alive or not. The pain is starting to set in as the adrenaline fades, so he hopes they either kill him or leave him alone soon so he can deal with it, but he has no way of reacting to any of this but passively. For now, Karkat is completely checked out.]

*She keeps stroking her moirail's hair, murmuring quietly beneath her breath as he leans against her. Kanaya's gaze darts over to the unfamiliar troll bleeding unfamiliar red, frowning quietly to herself. For a moment, she has the oddest feeling that perhaps she shouldn't find this as disturbing as it is - but it is, and she does, and how could she ever be okay with something so unnatural?

She really hates it when Terezi says things that get in the way of her pacifying the young subjugglator.* Terezi, as I have reminded you on countless prior occasions, the survival and propagation of our race is my business, and not that of a certain tealblood.

In other words, I will deal with this however I deem best.

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