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Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Weiss Schnee - 12-20-2015
God, was it ever hot at this carnival. Weiss wasn't sure if it was just due to the season, or the crowd of people, or even the sheer amount of fire magic that seemed to be flung around for the sake of cooking or spectacles, but she knew she could have almost cried tears of joy when Ruby handed her a bottle of water.
The heat wasn't really helping her growing agitation, though at exactly what, she couldn't say. She really wanted nothing more than to leave the coliseum, and it wasn't just due to the temperature. Still, Ruby wanted to come here and see her friend, and enjoy the sights. One of these days she'd figure out a way to win an argument with the girl, but it felt impossible to say "no" to her when she flashed that dopey grin...
Six months away from it had destroyed the tiny bit of resistance she'd built up when it came to that dope's pleading. Though, really... She was just happy to see Ruby having fun. The omniverse was a world away from where they were, and Ruby had definitely had less than a pleasant experience at times, but at least she was safe, happy, and still able to flash that same dopey smile. Though it seemed like her confidence had grown even more since last time she'd saw her - maybe it was due to spending so long on her own, but she'd definitely lost a lot of the hesitance or doubt she used to have... Which caused her to be more spontaneous than ever.
Right now, though, she was busy talking to what seemed to be a faunus - Or at least, that was Weiss's first guess, though it didn't quite explain some of the oddities of the girls appearance. Ruby introduced herself as DairyDiarist - Really, Ruby? - to the emerald-themed girl in front of them. Weiss crosses her arms as the girl introduces herself. she seemed nice enough, but Weiss just couldn't find the motivation to introduce herself. She opted to cross her arms, and watch as-
a sudden pant and bark took her attention, and Weiss's mood immediately changed.
The girl. Had. The cutest dog!... Even if it was eyeless.
Weiss thought she heard a giggle as she kneeled down and started petting the white dog's head, but the majority of her headspace was focused firmly on telling it what a cute dog it was. "Hello there! What's your name little dog? Oh you're such a cutie, yes you are!" Weiss cooed sweetly, and this time she knew she heard Ruby laughing. Her attention was interrupted as Jade held up a rather pretty frog... encased in ice and looking nothing like a normal frog.
the Ivory-haired warrior was starting to realize that this place was just going to be straight up weird no matter where she looked.
Quote: “Here you go,” Jade chirps brightly, giving Ruby’s solemn, white-haired friend the frog she has made. Her teeth flash in a dazzling grin as the wintry girl accepts the frog. “This is the Crystal Frog of Ice and Snow! Please look after it closely, it’s one of the prettiest ones I have.”Weiss carefully grabbed the frog with a gentle touch, realizing that what she first assumed was crystal was actually pleasantly cold, transparent, ice.. It felt like an oasis among the desert, with the constant heat in this area of Camelot. Weiss resisted the urge to press the frozen frog to her head to alleviate the suffocating heat - it seemed like it'd be pretty rude.
"Oh, uh, my name is Weiss Schnee-" the overheated huntress finally remembered to say, but this Jade girl was already focused on summoning another frog for... A dragon.
Weiss looked over at Ruby for confirmation on the fact she really was seeing a giant lizard, but her partner seemed too interested in staring at her frog with delight for the moment.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - King Axorn - 12-21-2015
Axorn carefully placed his hand on the beautiful red-glowing frog encased in a completely clear ice and grasped the cold, melting surface receiving the gift from the young dog-eared girl. Axorn looked at the strange gift the girl had just given him, it was quite interesting and could make for a valuable companion once it melted, however, Axorn did not have a means of communication with the amphibian.
This girl has a gift.... Axorn thought as he regarded the present with astonishment, careful inspection and consideration. A very powerful gift of creativity and attention to detail. A genius for her age. She would be a pleasant ally to work with. I hope she has no evil intentions, although it certainly doesn't seem that way. Axorn noticed the white-clad, silver-haired girl, who called herself Weiss Schnee, eyeing him with a blossoming curiosity, but decided to ignore it for now in favor of the new arrivals, a couple of strange floating, glowing crystals accompanied by a young girl who just seemed to be normal, who were now happily chatting with.... Her name is Jade? Axorn remarked. Good to know. The two pitch-black crystals hovered a few feet in the air and were talking to Jade about something Axorn couldn't understand, seeing as he only heard every other word in the conversation. One, who seemed to talk with a harsh, gruff tone glowed with a menacing red while the other, seemingly calmer and kinder than its partner glowed with a soft blue tone that seemed to balance the two out. The girl had quite pale-gray skin but didn't seem to interest Axorn too much. She was playing with a perfectly white dog without and prominent facial features that seemed to glow with a green spark of magical electricity flitting in between its labyrinth of fur.
Axorn decided that since Jade was busy chatting away, he may as well make a relationship with someone who had taken an interest to him. He took the frozen gift and placed it in a water-tight pocket in his cloak before turning to the curious young lady who was staring at him with wide-eyed curiosity. He slowly walked towards her, careful not to show any aggression towards the young lass. he didn't want her scared of him, he wanted her as an acquaintance, friend, and then potentially an ally. Her sword seemed quite interesting and Axorn definitely did not want to be on the wrong side of it. The frog she had received was a beautiful crystalline-like color with small floral and icy patterns spreading across its back. Jade is a frog artist, Axorn thought. These frogs, trapped in blocks of ice are works of art that she is able to personalizre and create in her mind before summoning them with Omnilium in mere minutes. it all requires a great level of confidence in her work. I admire her determination to personalize each one based on what she can glean from us from our appearances and first impressions of our personalities.
"Hello there," Axorn said, a stupid grin plastered to his face. "Weiss was it? I saw you eyeing me with a hint curiousity despite all of this." Axorn gestured to the group of interesting and quirky primes surrounding Jade. "Curiosity can be a wonderful thing," Axorn said, his eyes trained slightly skyward in thought. "It allows you to meet new people and learn new things you never would have found out had you not had the drive to look into it. However it can also be dangerous as you never know when you will need to stay focused and retain your curiosity to focus on more important matters, such as being aware of your surroundings for instance." Axorn extended a scaled hand towards her as a sign of mutual friendship. "I'm Axorn Gonin, king of the draconian race on my home planet of Tranquility. It's nice to meet you Weiss, I hope you feel likewise."
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Ruby Rose - 12-23-2015
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I waved sweetly to the midnight-adorned girl, but her attention flew elsewhere abruptly. A sudden vibration and ringing at my waist tore me away from saying 'hi' for an unforeseeable amount of time as well. A loud gulp escaped my throat as I scanned the insane amount of PesterOmni replies that had been made. Why didn't this silly thing tell me about these before?! I asked in my head, terribly irate. Making the decision to check the rest at a later point, I simply flew to the latest response and viewed the post by 'blazingExorcist', telling some people to look up.
Quote:BE: One is wearing a black dress/cloak thing with green star-like sparkles all over it and white dog ears sticking out of her black hair.
BE: The other one is wearing mostly red and black.
BE: Has some red mechanical contraption hidden under her red cloak.
"Wait a second..." I mumbled. I would have said 'that sounds like me and GG!', buuuuut I was busy tilting my head to stare at the GIANT LIZARD FLYING IN THE AIR ABOVE US! It was so cool, it was like I was in some kinda fairy tale! Well... I guess I kinda was, being in the Omniverse and all but it was still so awesome!
My mouth fell open as wide as an Ursa trap as the dragon plummeted as quickly as a stone, but as graceful as an autumn leaf towards the dusty earth below. The watch on his wrist WAS cool, but I was still more focused on the fact that he was a dragon! Jade gracefully strode to meet the dragon, and I clumsily skipped along beside her. I simply waved to begin with, but when I realised that GG was performing a delicate curtsy, I changed my simple act to follow suit with a rather ditzy one of my own. Do you know how weird it is to curtsy in boots?
Hosting such a short stature proved very underwhelming in my case; I mean, there was this giant dragon towering over me! I felt so puny... thankfully, my focus was stolen from the depressing matter by the black-haired girl's greeting. She mentioned us both being named after gemstones... but I had no clue what her name was! I could probably find it in the PesterOmni memo or something later, unless she chose to introduce herself to BE right then. I looked over at Weiss, and noticed her attention set on some kind of ivory dog, with green energy arcing from its bland fur and... featureless face? Oh well, Weiss seemed to be having a blast tending to the hound, and I couldn't help but laugh at Weiss's fawning over the dog, much like she had with Zwei.
Speaking of which, maybe summoning him might be a good idea!
I cocked my head curiously when GG set to work summoning something before our eyes. I remembered watching Shulk do the same for his heat-proof clothing; watching the spectral material weave itself into a chosen shape was a dazzling sight, like watching a spider weave a glowy, colourful web. With time, out popped a small creature, glistening with some kind of glossy casing.
Silver orbs scanned the frog in delight, surprise, amusement, bewilderment and did I mention delight? I gratefully and tenderly took the frog from GG's hands, and as my flesh brushed along the sheen encasing the creature, my senses informed be the enveloping gloss was in fact ice. This was supported by GG telling me it would 'thaw'. "Thank you so much!" I shouted, staring at the frog still, prior to look at the girl and wrapping my arms around her in a large bear hug. Letting go, my silver eyes laid once more upon the frozen statue in my palms. "I'm gonna name you Garnet." I whispered adoringly, barely audible enough for GG and BE to hear.
She proceeded to craft yet another creation, producing a snow-white frog, and I didn't have to guess who it was for. My vision swung around to Weiss as her icy blue orbs were set on the dazzling creature GG had weaved. My fingers idly brushed the crimson, icy ridges of Garnet's flesh, as all eyes mused over the spectacular being brought into existence, not to mention all ears completely ignoring the rude, grey-skinned thing.
Finally blazingExorcist received his wonderful gift, and boy did it look awesome! If I didn't know better, I would have suspected it to be a small version of its owner! My mind was stolen by a small *blip* at my hip, and I swiftly whipped out my Scroll with the finesse of a gunslinger, viewing the PesterOmni... message...
I didn't exactly understand what was being said in the contents of the message, but it acted as some kind of trigger for gardenGnostic; the midnight girl seemed to just shut down before me, as if the words themselves menacingly clawed her insides apart. Worry washing over me like a tsunami, I rushed up to her and flung my arms around her, barely keeping Garnet safely in my palm.
"H-hey, what's wrong?" I asked quietly, running over the post in my head. The writer - egregiousInquisitor - mentioned someone by the name of Adam. "D-do you-" I started, but a cautious look shot at me from my snowy partner warned me otherwise. "Umm..." I couldn't think of anything to say; usually it was me being calmed down by Ozpin or Yang or someone.
I was grateful that I didn't have to diffuse the emotional time bomb in front of me. Instead, a pair of hovering, geometric crystals stole the limelight, and all eyes zoned in on the mysterious objects, as well as the child between them. She was... strange. Grey skinned, like a painting that took a dip in the river. Her midnight-black hair was matted and seemed to be somewhere between oily and stiff. A pair of golden eyes, the shade of candle lights, peeped out from underneath the ebony curtain.
At first glance, one might have been repulsed from the child, but once I focused on each individual feature, intrigue fueled my mind, and I found myself frequently scanning over her. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I set my sights on the crystals, whom began to introduce themselves in a somewhat jumbled manner, referring to GG as 'Jade Harley'. Ahh, gotcha, I see what she meant now, I mused, grinning over the revelation of her name.
A sharp barking erupted from beside Jade, and my boots left the ground for at least a second. I had completely forgotten about Jade's dog! Weiss, permission to call me a dunce; granted. A loud chuckle burst from my lips as Jade struggled to restrain her snow-white hound.
The floaty thingies spoke again, and a sudden image entered my mind, of a strange, ethereal, verdant man in armour. Dunno why, never saw him before, but I'm sure it meant something. I tore my meandering thoughts from that and back to the grey-skinned girl who casually approached the dog beside Jade. A beaming grin split my lips when the young female wrapped her arms around 'Bec', as I finally remembered his name was.
Oh, and the horned guy spoke again. I ignored him again.
Jade proceeded to ask if the objects were with someone named 'Nealaphh'. A hand went to my sharp chin as I entered a state of reminiscence. Nealaphh... Nealaphh... where have I heard that name before? Then it struck me; he was primordialPersistence on PesterOmni! Wow, I couldn't believe how many PO users I was getting to know!
The escorts asked if Jade could take care of the girl, Rebecca, since they weren't exactly fit for such a task. My head perked up in interest, but I held my tongue. The reasoning for her being alone struck me as sorrowful... buuuuut I didn't exactly have any way to empathise. To my delight, Jade gladly accepted the girl, and I had to force down my desire to jump for joy for the sake of looking professional.
I allowed Jade her time to ask questions about Rebecca's needs, and instead strolled off to meet Weiss. "Uh... sorry I ditched you." I apologized, rubbing my head, Garnet hanging in my limp arm by my side. However, she didn't seem to fussed at me leaving her, since the dragon man had approached her. I politely stood off to the side as the mythical creature introduced himself as 'Axorn', after a spiel curiosity and... stuff. Once he had introduced himself, I proceeded to do the same. "Nice to meet you, Axorn! My name's Ruby Rose but you can call me-" Oh no, I just about pulled the same mistake I did with Blake! "Scratch that, just call me Ruby..." I corrected, sighing and rubbing my neck nervously.
Phew. Crisis averted.
I decided to allow the two seemingly opposite people, at least in stature and attire, get to know each other, and instead utilised my time to peruse some of the unexplored depths of the Dataverse on my Scroll. However, it really didn't take me long to find something that made my heart skip a beat. It was titled, 'RWBY - Please reply'. Wanna take a crack at who the creator was? Yeah, it was my sister; Yang, and for a moment I rubbed eyes, believing I was dreaming... but the messageboard was really there.
It read;
Quote:Team RWBY - this is B and Y here. If you’re out there somewhere, please respond as soon as you can. Add us as contacts to your Scrolls (our contact names are our full names) so you can speak to us privately. We don’t want to risk arranging a meeting publicly in an unknown world.
Sincerely,
-B and Y
P.S. W, if you didn’t like your eye color, you could have worn colored contact lenses instead of having your eyes removed ;)
P.P.S. B is trying to erase all of what I wrote above!
My heart raced as I read the message. It was Yang alright. I laughed a smidgen at the second P.S., but I was stuck on the first for a while, until finally I burst into laughter after realising she was referring to Omni!
Although it was exciting, spectacular news, I had no wish to interrupt Weiss during her meeting with her new friend. While I waited, I posted a message in response.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Guu - 12-24-2015
But as the pink enigma and the demon child traversed the fairgrounds with the namekian baby in hand, something troubling came across her mind’s eye. Soldiers, all donning strange oddly designed armor were closing in from all sides. They didn’t feel like Camelot soldiers, but there was no time to question it.
Guu stopped in her tracks and turned to warn Desco, but before she could, a voice chimed in over the crowds.
“Well, well, well. Isn’t it Princess Guu, in the flesh.”
Many people in the crowd immediately recognized the voice and parted a hole. Soon, the voice’s source became clear. Standing across from them was a tiny woman, standing not too much taller than
Guu. She had curled shoulder-length jet black hair adorned with a tiara. Her simple teal dress made her look absolutely common, but her perfect posture and her fanciful gait just screamed a noble upbringing. Her emerald green eyes had a surface appearance of innocence, but just from a glance the pink one could see true malice in her gaze.
“Princess Bonbon Sunshine I presume.” Said Guu in the most mocking tone she could muster.
“Ah, so you’ve heard of me.” She replied, looking impressed.
“It’s kind of hard not to. I mean, you troll my twitter account on a regular basis.”
“Ha! Silly, things on the dataverse don’t carry any real weight in the real life.”
“I’d beg to differ…” Guu said with just a twinge of nostalgia.
“Come on, Guu!” Suddenly jumped in Desco, her voice practically booming with excitement at the prospect of violence. “Desco wants to beat her up!”
However, the pink one was not as eager to go into battle. She could feel the soldiers closing in, no doubt part of Sunshine’s army. While the two of them could probably take them, she didn’t want to chance it with the baby at risk. The crowd watched intently, curious on how all this will play out. Bonbon turned her attention towards the demon child.
“The infamous Desco. Dante’s Abyss, this dreadful competition; you’ve gained quite a reputation yourself.”
“Desco’s not afraid of you! Desco is tough!”
“The third person thing doesn’t say much about your intelligence.” Muttered Bonbon under her breath. She continued. “And you have an orc baby on you.”
“Namekian, actually.” Chimed in Guu, correcting her.
“Oh yeah? Like that Retain guy?”
“Retane.”
“I swear, you evil freaks all have such colorful names.”
Suddenly, the soldiers finally part through the crowds, surrounding the trio from all sides. Their armor came in a multitude of varying colors, something the pink enigma had no doubt was by Bonbon’s design.
“As you could probably tell, I have you completely surrounded now. I suggest you heed my demands. Either leave Camelot, or come with us as our prisoner.”
“Come on Guu!” Cheered on Desco. “We could take them!”
Ignoring her, the pink enigma studied her enemy. She had some sort of suppression effect in place, so very little of her psychic senses could pierce it’s way in. She couldn’t even dig that deep with her telepathy. She could tell that her opponent was formidable, or at least seemed highly intelligent. However, her expression had finally broken through the innocent facade now showed her full complete rage for all the world to see.
“Well, Princess Guu, what is your choice?” She said, her scowl intensifying.
“Hold it! Hold it!” A loud booming voice reigned in from the crowds. A man in full plate armor rode in on a horse, an arm outstretched. Bonbon quietly rolled her eyes. “Princess Bonbon, what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m just conversing with these three individuals. Nothing more.” She responded, her expression back to the fake innocence of before.
“Don’t lie to me! I know you have bad blood with the Princess of Ambrosia and I can’t allow you to do anything to her on my watch!”
“Pfft, I wasn’t going to do anything to her. I was just sending her a message.”
“Even so, I request that you leave her alone this instant!”
“Fine.” She said huffily, rolling her eyes at the knight. She turned to the Pink Enigma one last time. “You’re lucky my hands are tied. We’ll finish this another date.”
And with that, Princess Bonbon turned away and marched off, her soldiers following suit. Eventually, the crowd filled in the gap again and Bonbon was gone from sight. Guu gestured to Desco.
“Come on, lets leave. I’m not sure if this place is safe for Naturae.”
The pink one summoned another abomination of a steed and the trio rode off towards the Nexus gate.
“Why didn’t you fight her, Guu?” Puzzled the demon child.
“Sometimes, it’s best not to feed the trolls.”
Quote:Continued in "Waiting for Pirate Man"
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Jade Harley - 12-24-2015
Still holding onto her stuffed octopus like a total goofball, Jade took a moment to look around at all of the wonderful new people she had met within the past twenty minutes or so, Karkat and Becquerel excluded. Not that they weren’t important as well— it was just that she didn’t see a reason to actively scope out those who she was already super familiar with.
Her prominent buckteeth nudged out as she worried at her bottom lip, looking somewhat anxiously at the young, grey-skinned girl who was with Bec. The wolfdog, Jade felt, was looking back at her with an enigmatic and wholly unfazed expression indecipherable to most. On the other hand, unlike most of those in her current party, Jade had spent an awfully long time with nothing but the old devilbeast for company, and so she was able to easily determine the subtle fluctuations and decays in his mood.
At the moment, Becquerel was amiable. Amiable towards his surroundings, Valerie, Weiss, Ruby, the draconic paladin, Rebecca, and even Karkat. His nose gave faint twitches every now and again, large fluffy ears batting about whenever some small buzzing insect whizzed past, and his maw was utterly lacking in nervous, slobber-dribbling pants.
Yet, as her green eyes grew more watchful and her curved nose downturned and attentive, Jade saw other, less noticeable things— the stiffness of his spine hidden under his usual lazy posture, the occasional keen that arose in a pale mockery of breathing, and many other tics that rustled through his snowy white fur in bursts of green static.
So much for not paying more attention to those already known to her, huh?
He’s scared, Jade realized, though she could not determine what he was so fearful of. Henceforth unnameable uncertainties arose in her chest. Such many-thorned emotions as trepidation, confusion, sorrow, and a faint sprig of resentment wrapped viciously about her ribcage in poisonous violet and sly green vines, coiling at the pit of her stomach and crystallizing the awkward lump in her throat into shards of something vile.
An odd, woozy feeling arose in her mind and body, her heartbeat unsteady and something like a migraine pressing against her temples with cold, detached efficiency. She didn’t understand why she felt this way— there was nothing that should have been especially worrying about her canine companion being so upset. Still, Jade knows better.
Becquerel was one of the most powerful creatures ever to exist, at least in her universe. Jade knew this well, for her time as a ghostly, all-knowing sprite had been pressurized with near-constant tears instigated by the blinding green flame which ran cripplingly aground upon her brain matter, all courtesy of her prototyping with the mysterious white devilbeast.
In truth, the real problem was that Jade had never seen Bec so upset by something before. Worst of all, she had a sneaking suspicion that it had less to do with the gleaming, glassy prims suspended in the air a few feet away but rather with whomever they were associated with.
Eager for a psychosomatic reprieve from her own churning thoughts, Jade’s gaze alighted upon Weiss and the red-scaled dragon. Their conversation, or at least the sifting snippets that she gleaned from it, was short as far as she could tell, and from whatever was said she learned that the dragon was named Axorn. The young Witch imagined that this was a mighty fine name for a dragon, strong and unique, and she directed a smile as fleeting and divinely vibrant as a shooting star their way.
She faltered in looking towards Karkat and Valerie, because while she knew somewhere in the more attainable portion of her mind that Karkat had a good heart, that he never would harm anyone without due cause, the glare that he had leveled the plant mage with was fearsome indeed. The cherry-blooded troll was also still exhibiting a miraculous aptitude for slouching, his arms crossed over his chest as unwelcoming as any barricade and his wild dark hair and nubby little horns acting as the spiked battlements.
To be perfectly honest, which she nearly always was, Jade still wasn’t quite sure of what to make of Karkat. Heck, everyone on her memo seemed to react just as poorly to his abrasive and stormy nature as she had when he first decided to troll her. Somehow her attitude towards him has changed a great deal over the past few years, and Jade’s fairly certain that it has something significant to do with her just becoming a little bit more grown up. It’s nice, in a sort of roundabout way, because while she still enjoys arguing with him every now and then, it’s all in good fun.
Still, the Witch of Space frowned at the back of his scruffy head, her eyes flickering up to look at Valerie for a split second. Their eyes met and her scowling aspect completely changed, metamorphosing into a gentle smile that settled sympathetically over her dainty features when she nodded her hooded head forwards encouragingly.
It’s alright, she mouthed to him, and to look into her face was to look into a night sky where her curling hair made up the starry blackness and her lips the glimmering light of a sun long dead. I’ll be over there in just a second. Hang tight!
The verdant mage’s lips turned downwards a tad, because he was unfortunately not exactly fluent in reading lips and the whole starry void thing sort of threw him for a loop. What he read in the movement of her lips was, plain as day, It’s alright! That angry little shouty troll is totally about to stab you. Have fun!
What? He mouthed back, mouth obviously shaping around the rounded word. The cherry-blooded troll standing before him somehow managed to scowl even more dourly than before, his disheveled hair seeming like the poufy fur of a startled kitten as he looked distrustfully between the two.
His yellow eyes narrowed into perfect slits, his suspicion even apparent in the rumpled state of his clothing. “Are you two talking about me? Right now? Seriously?”
Jade blanched, a nervous smile tugging hurriedly at her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. “No way, Karkat! Haha, I was totally just talking to Nealaphh’s friends— or, uh, accomplices! Right, guys?” She turned hopefully towards the two floating prisms, trying to convey with a grand waggling of her eyebrows and scrunches of her nose alone just what kind of trick they had to pull.
“No. Now, about that object you would have us deliver…?”
“No can do, witchy-girl. Where’s the goods?”
Jade’s shoulders slumped, a long, drawn out sigh slipping past her lips. She rolled her eyes at the geometric entities, a thoroughly fed up look clouding over her usually soft features.
They didn’t react much, split glows of red and blue waiting for whatever else she might have to say. Or, perhaps more plausibly, whatever silly human gestures of exasperation she might fling at them next— whichever came first, really.
A random passerby behind them swerved quite obviously around the odd collection of Primes and Secondaries, a funny expression stealing over their countenance. Jade frowned at them, too, and they hurriedly scuttled away like a crab across sandy dunes when the tide comes rushing in.
With a warm hmph and a toss of her hair, Jade crossed her arms over her chest. “You know what? I don’t think I want to let you see the gift anymore.” She huffed, then, and looked pointedly in another direction with her chin held high.
Of course, this was totally unacceptable for the two Aspects. While they were as pragmatic and careful as can be when it came to addressing potential allies of their master, their curiosity over the matter had already been piqued. The gift would have to be assessed, whether they actually obtained it or had to wait until later notwithstanding.
“What? You just offered to let us take it off your hands.”
“Come on, Harley-Davidson, don’t leave us hanging!”
Her eyes opened a fraction, slivers of verdant green peering through. With a sniff, she quipped, “No.”
“Now you are just being unreasonable.”
“Awwh, come on! Show us the thing!”
At this juncture, even Becquerel was beginning to grow curious. He made a grand show of yawning with all of his perfectly sharp teeth on display, and then leaned back into the dirt so that he could observe from an infinitely lazier angle. Rebecca, undaunted by this change, simply used the wolfdog’s shoulder as a pillow, one of her arms narrowly avoiding being crushed beneath the canine’s weight. Bec’s tail whacked noisily against the ground once, twice— three times.
Jade relented in her icy demeanor, but pouted spectacularly about it nonetheless. She cupped her hands together, a few measly sparks of color slowly coalescing between them into something with form, expertly well-defined in a shroud of cool frost. As the amphibian— for that is what Jade intended to summon, definite design or no— began to take shape in the palms of her hands, the dog-eared girl’s brow furrowed in deep confusion.
The frog had all the eerie attributes of some sort of subterranean creature, but it seemed more fit for blindly crawling between the spaces between the stars than through the darkness and muck of a dank cave floor. Its skin was smooth, yet many-angled— it was highly difficult for Jade to determine exactly what the frog was like, precisely. It was grey as moon dust, and much of its cavernous face was concealed, or perhaps through those cold trappings of frost there was no face to be found at all.
The limbs of the frog were long and spectral, its toes swollen and curled. It would have been best not to describe its tongues, Jade decided, or its many eyes, or much of anything else really. A veil-like susurrus of periwinkle was visible somewhere about its head. Jade supposed that its croak would no doubt be unfathomable. As she turned it over in her hands, lips pursed, she had the keen presence of mind to think that maybe this frog should never have been.
She also suspected that maybe it wasn’t, in truth, a frog, but something far different. Something filled with so many contradictions and mountainous suppositions so as to be worlds apart. Maybe even entire universes apart.
“Huh,” Jade murmured, observing as misted shadows swirled like ink beneath the surface of the ice as she turned her amphibious creation every which way. The ice was cold, but no amount of frigid temperatures had ever made her want to shrink away from anything as that frog’s appearance had. “That’s weird! This doesn’t look like a frog at all. More like the antithesis of a frog, in fact!”
An eddy of gentle colddamp brushed against the back of her mind, tendrils of darkness sliding and coiling in precipitous, steep folds. The Witch, with the intensity of dozens of stars burning in her veins, felt the sticky, slithering trickle of Void at the back of her throat for a single terrifying instant. Breathing air felt….
…. It felt unnatural. Like she didn’t have to look at these people wandering past and feel something, something warm, something affectionate, something human in her soul or within her usually serene consciousness. She could separate herself from this. Become something more.
Her fingers grazed over the icy frost covering the frog’s limbs, her green eyes staring searchingly beneath the frosted-over surface. They are dry and sore, as if hundreds of microscopic granules of grit are prickling at them. Her mouth pinched into a thin line.
Jade had been about to address this marvelous oddity of a frog for the benefit of those gathered around the carnival stand when an unassuming, harmoniously pleasant ding alerted her to yet another new notification on her Spectagoggles. A full purse to her lips and a curious tilt throwing her entire focus off balance, Jade let the frost-encased frog fall loose into the waiting telekinetic grasp of the Aspects.
Fear embroidered with intense worry laced through her chest as she began to view the Colosseum stream once more. There was the same fearsome magic user from before, the one who had slain Adam what seemed to have been hardly half an hour ago, standing over yet another one of her friends with their life balanced in his hands. Then, there was smokeySkull, bleeding out upon the dusty ground as if she had nothing left to look forward to but a swift death.
This, Jade supposed, watching the grainy smile that formed on the downed woman’s lips, wasn’t far from the truth. She soon closed out of the program as the monk tugged the spiked bandit to her feet, not having the stomach to wait and see what would have happened next, swift rebirth or not.
The dark-haired girl raked her trembling fingers over her scalp, the sorrowful expression taking up much of her face seeming worn threadbare after manifesting so many times within the past handful of months.
First, it had been John and Davesprite. Then Adam. Now, even her friend with no name was down for the count.
Actually, if she was being truthful with herself, the first casualty in her line of stupidity had been everyone and everything that had lived on her old Earth. Whether they were as fictional as Bandit claimed they were or not, it was still a heavy weight to bear for such a young girl. Her grandfather, too, who had been mistakenly killed by a “god” with bull horns, had likewise bit the dust because of her.
And here she was, a newly instated god-child thrust into a land of many, many gods both merciful and cruel, immortality forgotten by all but those who lacked it. Jade was filled with an overwhelming sense of regret, although for what she could not say. Death seemed to follow her everywhere, from the glittering golden halls of Prospit to the icy dredges of her treasured planet. Everything was her fault.
In a blaze of sizzling green galaxies, Bec zapped over so it could sit at her side, pulling Rebecca along with him for the ride. He licked Jade’s hand reassuringly, and the girl patted the top of his head absentmindedly.
“Good boy,” she said.
It took all of three seconds for her to realize that Becquerel just teleported. A slow blink toiled its way across her face, as if all of her facial features were working together to make the action possible. Then, her dark locks flipping into the air in a sudden, fluid movement, Jade whipped around to face the wolfdog.
”You just teleported!” she blurted out, flustered, as if the all-knowing First Guardian didn’t already know that.
Becquerel snuffled back, and then prodded at Rebecca’s cheek with his nose, leaving a stripe of wetness there. The Little Sister laughed, a strangely musical sound that was akin to a warbling songbird caught within the confines of a twisted cage.
Jade’s skin was still crawling with an oozing, liquid sense of foreboding, but she excitedly clapped her hands to her cheeks once she realized what this all meant. She paused, looking expectantly down at her sparkly, glistening red slippers, the stripes of her socks cutting a whimsical shape beneath the whorled curve of her starlit dress. Her brow furrowed deeply, an unspoken command eager to slip past her lips.
After a moment of intense concentration, Jade’s feet began to lift slowly, gently off of the dusty ground, and she lightly kicked her feet at the air as they levitated off of the dirt.
“Yes!” Jade exclaimed, high-pitched laughter bubbling in her chest and long strands of her curly hair frizzing into sizzling sparks of green electricity. “This is soooooo excellent!”
But what did it all mean? Why was she just now starting to regain her powers? Had she done something new to cause this? These were all questions to ponder for another time, because in that moment Jade was quite literally walking on air!
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Weiss Schnee - 12-26-2015
The Ivory-haired warrior's right foot moved back half a step as the draconic titan addressed her. The man... she could safely assume, at least, that he was a man - spoke with grace and kindness that belied his features. When he introduced himself as "King Axorn", Weiss wasn't in the least surprised. The reptilian royal spoke in a kind but formal tone, in a manner that could be seen as a lecture, friendly advice, or simply the nuanced musings of a content soul. He definitely seemed like someone who could claim that title.
Weiss felt a little bad, now. Here she'd been standing and gawking, and yet despite his fearsome appearance, King Axorn was more polite than most regular boys she'd been forced to turn down throughout her first year at beacon. She'd just blindly judged him as intimidating and odd based off of appearance alone.
Though she hoped she'd be forgiven for being a little overly wary given she'd just recovered from being beaten to an inch of her life just a few moments prior to their conversation.
"It's nice to meet you too, King Axorn." she replied with a diplomatic smile. "I'm Weiss Schnee..." Weiss trailed off, thinking of what she was to add. Huntress, Heiress, princess... she'd lost all those title long before she'd came to the omniverse. She'd lost all of it - or, more accurately, thrown it all away. It seemed like a lifetime ago, now, that all of it had still meant something... Her eyes darted over to see the flutter of a red cape, as she saw Ruby grinning at a young girl.
Well... some of it still meant something. Or, maybe it was all that had really meant anything in the first place.
"...Member of team RWBY." Weiss finished a half-second later, before shaking Axorn's hand firmly. The Dragon king smiled in response, as his eyes seemed to search Weiss's own - though for what, if anything, Weiss wasn't really certain. She was certain he'd been appraising her sword earlier, though, and not for monetary value.
Not that he really needed to be cautious around her. Her last fight had already proven just how useless Myrtenaster was with a wielder of her caliber behind it.
Ruby introduced herself soon after, and Weiss took a brief moment to take a breath. "It's way too warm here." She muttered, as she felt her head swim. Even as Ruby chuckled, Weiss could barely even seem to hear it-
-Blood ran down her temples, as the medics clustered in around her. Weiss felt the shrapnel jam into her temple was violently snapped to the side, and allshe wanted was to scream, but she couldn't move, And she realized it was over. All of her determination, all of her will... It didn't mean anything when it was in the hands of a weak little girl who-
"Weiss! Weiss!"
The ex-huntress heard her partner's frantic cries as her eyes slowly opened. She'd fell, at some point - that much was clear.
She also had no idea just what had just happened.
Ruby was looking at her with a mixture of panic and concern. Her next statement was reflexive. "I'm fine..."
Ruby's eyes searched Weiss's own, and those silvery discs probed her face for any sign of falsehood or secret. Finally, her smile returned, though her White-garbed partner could see the worry hidden in the depths of that grin. "Geez, you really can't take the heat, can you, ice queen?" Ruby asked with a teasing tone, though it lacked just a bit of the traditional Ruby Rose enthusiasm.
"You know, one of these days..." Weiss said with a groan, pulling herself back up to her knees - a rather insistent hand told Weiss that she was not allowed to stand up all by herself, thank you very much - "Someone needs to explain why everyone calls me that."
That got a much more genuine, full-barrel laugh from Ruby, complete with snort.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Tearen Wover - 12-29-2015
Klee and Shen shared a mental dialogue for only the most brief of moments, analyzing the frost-encased creature that was now being safely stored inside Shen's obsidian frame. A gift for The Master? An aesthetic person such as it would not really put much stock in a material gift, but perhaps it was the ontological worth that was the true gesture here. Regardless, the Jade human had asked them for the specifications of Rebecca's maintenance.
"Rebecca requires little in the way of physical upkeep. She does not eat, nor sleep, nor excrete. She simply requires a powerful guardian figure to prevent mental collapse."
"Aw don't worry about baby gurl, sugar! You just gotta give her lots of love and keep her safe."
This, for some reason, was markedly more upsetting to Jade as opposed to reassuring. What, exactly, was keeping this little girl alive? The witch looked down at Rebecca for a brief second, watching her dash over to where Bec had teleported himself and jump up and down in excitement.
"Soo..."
But it was too late, the Aspects were simply gone...
...Boy would she need to have a word with Nealaphh!
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Jade Harley - 12-30-2015
There was so much about the little girl that Jade wanted to know, for being able to survive without sustenance or even oxygen seemed like a pretty amazing feat to the Witch. She supposed that it meant Rebecca was just as extraordinary as she looked, at least when it came to her possible humanity, and that both excited and unsettled Jade. Somehow, despite Rebecca’s cheerfulness, something that Nealaphh had said came back to Jade with startling clarity.
So this was the one whose freedom had earned it a hefty bounty, alongside other unfortunate misunderstandings. Maybe she could ask Rebecca about it? Was the child even aware of her own singularity? It was all very confusing, to say the least.
Jade had not seen the Aspects depart, their obsidian frames whizzing off over the crowds and the light breeze interposed around them falling silent and dull. They were terribly odd, she thought, but not in such a way as to make her too irritated by their sudden abandonment of what Jade thought had the potential to become an interesting, pleasant conversation. It seemed as if she would have to pester Nealaphh later with any questions; it had always been so very well-informed about almost everything and more than willing to impart this knowledge, even if it didn’t consider her a friend!
When she glanced up toward it, the Colosseum loomed oppressively in the distance, forms and colors painted thickly over the stirring objects and obscure streaks of fair goers placed before it. Bronzed rooftops packed with wiry tufts of thatch towered above the countless makeshift storefronts, but only a hundred or so people were easily discernible to the eye. While the scents, sights, and sounds still flowed towards her in a pyramid of illumination and marvelous, tuneful movement, the festivities were ostensibly slackening into more of a yawning blue evening waltz than a springy golden jig.
From what Jade could tell at the time, the crowds were dwindling and this entire horrible business would soon exit from her life, stage left. This thought loosened a tangled emotion that had wound up somewhere in her, and the girl’s teeth soon glimmered in a wash of splendid light as she smiled.
Her ruby red slippers had long since found their rightful place upon the ground again, and they shifted with a light squelch of mud and dewy grass blades until Jade was facing her group of new friends. She watched, a tad befuddled, as Weiss was helped to her feet by Ruby. Her green eyes twinkled as she began to speak, but there was a shade of sadness pooling in them that betrayed how she really felt.
“I really ought to be heading back to my tower now. Grandpabot’s bound to be worried sick about me! Even though Bec is the best supervisor, he was still upset when I left without a proper rifle.” She confessed, abashedly scratching behind one of her fuzzy ears.
The aforementioned wolfbeast sneezed in hearty agreement, much to the delight of the Little Sister still hanging on tight about the fuzzy ruff of his neck. A few neon green sparks bounced harmlessly over her nose as the First Guardian busied himself with snuffling through a clump of grass for a few stray kernels of popped corn.
“You’re welcome to come along if you’d like,” Jade continued, her buck-toothed smile becoming only slightly strained by the unease accompanying a most unfamiliar invitation. “I was never able to finish exploring the place, and I’m sure it would have been totally cool if I had! And even if you don’t want to come along, I’ll be sure to keep everyone updated on my memo!”
Turning distinct attention towards Karkat and Valerie, Jade spoke in a light tone that was juuuust quiet enough to not be easily heard by the others. “I guess Strazio will proooobably be in the Nexus then, huh, Val? And Karkat, I’ll wait up on you if you want to go and round up Gamzee! But I shouldn’t leave my Grandpa on his own for too long, especially since we’ve just been reunited! It’s whatever you want to do, though.”
Once all of their goodbyes were said, Jade marched off purposefully into the crowd, fully intending to head home straightaway. However, something— or, rather, someone— caught her eye as she was leaving, and she quickly drew up short. Becquerel, Rebecca in tow, tilted his great furry head to the side in regarding the really, really tall person lumbering about several feet away.
“Who is that? He sure is tall!” Jade asked the First Guardian and Little Sister, only to receive two wholly inscrutable replies which consisted of a heavy whuffle and subsequent tittering.
Well, then. It seemed as if she would have to find out for herself! Squaring her shoulders and pressing her glasses up onto her nose once again, Jade went onward to investigate.
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Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Ruby Rose - 01-03-2016
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"Please tell me I'm seeing straight?" She asked, almost complaining. "She's flying." I replied innocently, and the Ice Queen turned to look at me. "That wasn't the question I asked, but I'll take it..." She snapped, supposedly too tired to go ahead and berate me for being a dunce. Ruby: One, Weiss: Zero!
Well... more like Weiss: Negative One. Soon enough, I heard a body slump to the ground beside me, and I turned with a lightning fast heart to Weiss, unconscious and on the ground. "Weiss!" I cried, skidding to my knees and scooping the swordswoman up. "Weiss?! Are you okay?" I called to her as she spasmed violently in my lap... she was experiencing something, a dream, maybe even a memory...
And then her eyes eased open. A tsunami of relief crashed over me and I clutched her tight. Thankfully, after complaining about no one telling her why everyone passes her ice-themed nicknames, she seemed to be pretty alright... but I didn't bother explaining the answer to her question.
The silence that followed was swiftly broken by Jade, who approached and explained that she should get going... and offered for us to come! "Oh, yes please!" I accepted the offer, but Jade had already begun walking away. "Ruby, can you not just stay in one place?" Weiss asked with a whimper. I looked down at her and gave her the puppy eyes again. "I am not going to put up with that again... fine, go ahead, but don't blame me if something wants to kill us." She argued, but I pretended to ignore her. In truth, I understood why Weiss was so worried about our safety; we had only just been reunited, and we were in a world that had many bad things that wanted to kill us... more so than the Grimm.
"Hey, Jade! Wait up!" I called after pondering, gently tugging Weiss along with me.
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Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - King Axorn - 01-09-2016
Axorn turned to Ruby as she spoke and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you too Ruby. So, what brought you...." Axorn trailed off as he realized Ruby wasn't listening, busy with her device.
Axorn sighed and rubbed the back of his head. Excited little girl.... he thought and then thought some more. I've had a long day... and it doesn't show any signs of ending. I don't even feel tired even though I guess I should at this point.
Axorn looked around himself for a moment, taking in all the strange beings and scenery around him and recounting what had happened since he was sucked into this strange place. I got pulled here when I was on vacation from my duties in the draconian kingdom, woke up here in the Nexus, met two guys at the fountain, Triest -- a spider-human mutant -- and Erik, -- a psychic mage -- went to the technological world of Coruscant, attempted to stop a robbery of a precious artefact, attempted by a team of three heavily armored guys from another world, from a museum and failed, got chased by the police, killed oneof them and died trying to get vengeance for Erik's death, died, woke up at the fountain, came to Camelot for the tournament to get stronger and meet more potential allies, met Alexyana and Dawnika in the forest, lost in the first round of the tournament, died, woke back up at the fountain, and then came back here in order to find out how their fights went, and then met this big group of PesterOmni users including Ruby and her friend Weiss. This has been one crazy ride. I can't believe it's only been two days since I first showed up here; since Omni stole me away and took me here.
Axorn snapped out of his thoughts to the sound of a light, joyful giggling coming from the general area above him. Axorn tilted his head towards the sky to see the dog-girl rising into the air and giggling as she levitated above the ground. the sight of her rising dramatically into the air was a sight to behold and for some reason, made Axorn smile a little.
As Axorn was regarding the seemingly spectacular sight he saw before him, he was interrupted by a soft thump behind him.
Axorn, startled by the noise, quickly turned around to see Weiss, her body lying in a heap on the floor and Ruby cradling the head of the silvery-clothed young woman in her lap. The girl was spasming, seemingly in pain, and was unconscious.
After a few seconds of holding his breath in anticipation of the young girl's well-being, the violent shaking ceased and her eyes began to open slowly and softly. Axorn exhaled, realizing he was holding his breath for this young girl he barely met this entire time.
Jade then walked up to the three of us and asked whether or not we'd consider joining her in a trip to another verse where she kept her home in this world. Axorn thought about the invitation for a moment before deciding that he would go, as it was probably a verse he had never seen and he wanted to keep learning about this unfamiliar place.
When Axorn broke out of his thoughts and turned to answer her, she and the rest of the group were already set up and heading out on their way.
The two you ladies, Weiss and Ruby, that were still next to him promptly got up and rushed after the group in a hurry.
And soon after that, Axorn did the same....
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==> Karkat: Get Killed by Curiosity OR: ==> Gamzee: Awaken - Gamzee Makara - 01-14-2016
It was a while before Gamzee busted out of that coffin. It was a while before his violet eyes finally fluttered open. The first somewhat sentient thought that managed to form in his broken mind was-
Ouch.
The first cohesive sign of cognition that the tragic clown showed was simply sitting up in his medical cot. The air around him held a sort of sterile heaviness, so much so that Gamzee had trouble breathing correctly. His breaths came in large, obnoxious gasps, until he got enough strained gulps of oxygen to breathe without looking like a fish out of water. It was really dark. Dim was probably a better word for it. Still, The troll could see just fine. Living underground your entire life will do that to a brother, he supposes.
The clown was in some kind of medical enclosure, that much was obvious. Tent? Maybe. But a downright boring one at that. The tents he was accustomed to were magnificent, miraculous, and sometimes a little morbid. At least this tent had the last part down; there was blood all over the damn place. Some of it was his. Some of it, not so much. The majority of his was painted about in glorious fashion. It was more or less centered around the cot that he was currently occupying. There was also quite a bit of his royal life force creating a trail of sorts that goes around a corner, out of sight. Must be the exit. Or entrance. Or whatever. Upon closer lookifying, the dazed High-Blood noticed that purple wasn’t the only color staining the ground. It was a little too dark, the blood to faded to make out what hue it was. It didn’t pop out like his. Whatever, he guesses. Aside from the blood, there wasn’t anything else interesting to look at. Just medical equipment.
There was a water basin next to his mattress. Gamzee swings his legs up and over the edge of his bed with a slight groan. Sore. So, so sore. Looking at the mirror above the sink, the troll studies his own features.
To put it bluntly, he looked like hammered shit. But clean hammered shit. His ragged Capricorn shirt and trademark clownish polka-dotted pants have both been replaced with a fresh, clean set. Lifting his new/old shirt up, he examines his wounds. Or rather, his lack thereof. The burns and scrapes and nasty cuts that he sustained in the fight with Strawso have all but healed. Even the nasty gash in his chest. Bonus points, he guesses. Never question the miracles. His face, however, was less fresh and less new. Dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. Hair even more disheveled than usual. It was only just now that he was noticing the sickly sweet taste in his mouth that he just couldn’t get out. Ew. He spits into the sink a couple of times, then runs some water to wash it down. Nasty.
Yeah. Hammered shit.
The exhausted jester stumbles away from the mirror, about to follow the trail of his own blood before he notices something a little troubling. Kar-Bro was passed out in a wooden chair, right next to the clown’s old hospital bed. Like, this dude was ZONKED out. Posted up, lying back, mouth wide open catchin’ all kinds of flies. Gamzee chuckles bitterly, quietly. Lil’ dude all tuckered out, worrying about his friend. The High-Blood could see him fretting now, stressing out and shit over some little cuts and burns. Maybe he’d let him sleep a little longer.
---Earlier---
Karkat distances himself from the Coliseum. He decided that Adam’s death was a great time to make a disappearance. He’s seen enough upsetting things today. Not that his death made the crabby alien SAD, it was just particularly gruesome. Yes. Grotesque, in fact. Regardless, the amount of triggers is just off the charts. If he has a need to contact Jade, he’ll just throw open pesterChum. Whatever works. Maybe it’s time to go check on the only idiot he can mildly tolerate.
---
Approaching the tent, the knight of blood-
“Anesthesia! Sedatives! Magick! J-Just do something!”
The voice in his head narrating day-to-day actions, which happened to be his own, was abruptly cut off. There was a big ass commotion coming from one of the larger tents. Sounds of a struggle, screams of agony, and the like. Curiosity got the better of this ‘Kat, as the troll drew ever closer to the wails and shouts. It didn’t dawn on him, until he was already opening the flap doors, that this was the same tent that housed an injured High-Blood.
“I’ll kill all you ignorant Motherfuckers!”
Rusty needles scraped and pin pricked every joint in the cherry-blooded alien’s entire body. That guttural threat is reminiscent of a harbinger of destruction or some poetic prophetic bullshit like that. Shit sounded downright primordial, like an ancient Gothic statue had suddenly come to life and been given a voice. Picking up the pace, Karkat swung around a tarp corner and into quite the grisly scene.
Several medics were attempting to restrain a very angry, very distraught Makara. The clown in question was being held down by cerulean strands of wispy magical energy. Judging by the unconscious attendant in the corner, the medical staff had quickly figured out not to attempt keeping down the clown at close-quarters. Quite frankly, it is generally a bad idea to attempt to keep down the clown at all. You simply cannot.
Every fiber in his entire being shaking, the Low-Blood forces himself to take a step forward. Close-quarters is the only way he knew how to do things. Another step, and another, and another.
“Gamzee!”
Both the medical staff and the injured troll shut up real fast. Karkat is pretty damned good at shouting. Heads turned. Gamzee craned his head against the magical forces pinning him to the cot. The interrupting alien ignored the orange eyes, the royal blood spilling from his friend’s mouth. There was this wild, primal look plastered across the clown’s normally jovial and chillaxed face. What Karkat noticed most, however, is that there was the undeniable, palpable scent of fear in the air that was so terribly childish it couldn’t possibly be coming from the doctors, and the intense aura of pain emanating from his friend’s features. It was a constant pain. The kind that didn't go away easily.
In the next couple of seconds, shit escalated right up to the whirling device without warning. Distracted by Karkat’s arrival, one of the attendants tried to warn the boy to step back before he was hurt, losing all of the concentration necessary to hold down the beast in the bed. His magicks shattered like glass, providing the tortured troll the opportunity necessary to break the rest of his bonds. One by one, the rest of the magical restraints broke like plates thrown angrily to the ground by a toddler pitching a fit.
Just before Gamzee gained the momentum necessary to sit up, Karkat rushed him. The shorter of the two aliens wrapped his arms around his friend in a fierce bear hug, restricting any sort of arm movement, attempting to body slam the juggalo into his bed. In hindsight, this was probably a terrible fucking idea. In reaction to this sudden loss of breathing room, the insane clown lets loose something between a cackle and a roar before sinking his knife-like, predatory teeth into his best friend’s shoulder. Crimson blood splurts out like a water fountain, staining both the ground and their clothes. The smell of cherries and copper fills the air.
My god, did it hurt.
The Cherry-Blooded troll grimaces in between a slew of vicious swears before planting his palm on the clown’s forehead, well away from his teeth, and shoving the idiot back onto the bed as hard as he can. Immediately, the subjugglator begins to flail and resist, almost whining as much as he is growling and snapping his jaws. Someone yells at one of the medics to hold down the patient’s legs. But-
“Shoooooo-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh!”
Sh. Sh.
The mutant Low-Blood taps his idiot friend against the cheek lightly, repeatedly, eliciting a sort of pap-pap-pap sound.
Karkat has literally no fucking idea what he’s doing. It just feels...Natural. Like he’s supposed to do this. Like this was a thing that he’s had to do all his life, and maybe longer. It was almost like every motion, every syllable he muttered had been practiced for millenia. That didn’t really make a whole lot of fucking sense, but that’s how it felt.
The doctors stared at this odd, somewhat ridiculous yet almost ritualistic display, lost in a stupor. Slowly but surely, Gamzee’s growling, flailing, snapping, and resisting all faded to a strange, child-like sleep. He tossed and turned restlessly, as if he was a young boy having a terrible nightmare.
And then he stopped.
Utter silence, for a few moments.
Karkat stumbles away from his friend’s unconscious form, falling back to sit in a wooden, rickety old chair that he found oddly comfortable.
“Might wanna give that dumbass some sedatives. Or something. Christ I don’t fucking know. Keep him asleep for a little while.”
The Knight of Blood wasn’t sure if he was talking about Gamzee or himself.
---
Before Karkat fell asleep himself, he would speak with various medical staff, promising that another outburst like that was unlikely and that he and Gamzee would find a way to pay off any damages caused to staff or equipment. Truth be told, the troll wasn’t so sure if he could fulfill either of these promises, but it kept the scared and suspicious workers from turning him and his clown into the authorities.
While the staff patched up the shouty alien’s bite wound, he made all the medics that were present during Gamzee’s display to swear up and down that they would not tell the incapacitated clown about the frenzy. No use making the fool feel bad about something he can’t control. Speaking of can’t control, Karkat had no clue what that mess was. He didn’t know jack. Well he knew a Jack, but in this particular situation, he did not know any information about what had transpired. He should say. Yes. In fact, if the Jack he knew were here right now, he most assuredly would most likely not be having a good time, no.
Great, now he can’t even sort out his own thoughts.
---Present---
Gamzee had walked around the hustling bustling medical enclosure about five times now. He kept getting these strange looks and shit. He didn’t really know what was up. He tried waving all friendly like to some folks a couple of times, but they always just got all wide-eyed and stuff and just kept on their way. When did motherfuckers get so rude?
Whatever. He was chill about it. Kids can do themselves.
On the sixth roundabout, he decided it’d be best just to go on back in and see if his lil’ bro is awake.
Nah, son. He’s out of it.
Gamzee tilts his head, closing his eyes in thought for a moment. Man...He had no idea how long he had been out or who had beat the shit out of who or whom or whatever it’s supposed to be said.
The fool’s features scrunched up. He just confused himself half way from sideways. That shit didn’t sound correctamundo at all. Whatever though! He’s tired’a walkin’ around with all the rude folks and he wants to know what all up and happened back in the real world.
Because the real world is way better than the other world. The one he was in. The one he doesn’t want to-
Yo, let’s just not all up and be spreakin’ of it.
On his walks, he was trying not to think about it, but that wasn’t exactly easy when he was left alone with his thoughts. Man, Gamzee really doesn’t like his thoughts. ‘Specially when they ain’t all mirthful and junk.
Shoving these thoughts out of his think pan, the clown sits on the ground in front of Karkat. With a trademarked friendly yet stupid grin, the capricorn leans up to run a hand through his buddy’s hair, tussling it all up around his horns. His crabby counterpart spasms and jolts awake, nearly falling out of his wooden comfy-comf chair. Karkat flails his hands around in a karate-like defensive fashion, before his eyes alight on Gamzee below him.
“Y-You stupid-
Motherfu-
Damn-
-nnnnggg Honk fiend!”
So out of sorts was he, it seems that Karkles could not decide on an appropriate swear to properly describe present company.
“You know damn well that the horns are sensitive!”
This exclamation earns a blank stare from the clown. Before-
“Honk.”
Karkat could practically see that stupid clown emoticon floating right on this dumbass’s face. Right about now, he feels like knocking it clean off. Trying to keep a twitch from developing in his jaw, the crabby cancer clenches his face muscles and carefully shoulders his shirt, shifting the fabric closer to his neck. Totally nonchalant.
Gamzee doesn’t notice a thing. He just wears that blank grin like he always has.