10-14-2015, 08:12 PM
Teleportation is sort of like a faulty scratch-and-sniff card, or a perfume sample in a glossy magazine. You might think that you know what you’re gonna get based upon the labeling, but in reality anything could assail your nostrils. There is just as much of a chance as a totally nasty, foul outcome as a pleasing one.
When Jade thinks of a place called Camelot, she imagines valiant knights in shining armor, round tables, pretty white horses with shimmery manes clip-clopping along a cobblestone path, salty foods pickling in their wide, fit-to-burst barrels, or perhaps amber condensation sweating around a silver goblet’s rim. What she gets, however, is a dark alleyway and a bundle of fluffy white fur to the face!
“Agh!” Jade cries out, flailing her arms about ineffectually as she is effectively squashed like a bug by Becquerel’s falling body. The wolfdog in turn gives her face a delighted lick, an almost impish aspect given to his mostly featureless face. His lime green tongue pokes out a bit at her, chemically glowing in their shadowy surroundings and clearly illuminating Jade's baffled expression.
“I thought you told that thing to stay put?” Karkat grouses, glaring around at their vaguely slimy surroundings as he hurriedly puts some distance between himself and the imposing canine. There is a faint drip-plop sound coming from someplace, although he cannot tell from exactly where. This is a great source of unease for Karkat, for a totally absurd reason, probably. The smell of horse manure and sweat is almost overpowering in the muggy back alley they are standing in.
Scrubbing a hand over her face and shoving herself to her feet, Jade huffs down at Bec. “That’s because I did. Grandpa must have convinced him to follow us! Is that right, Bec? Don't you lie to me, now!”
The wolfdog snuffles a little, shiny white teeth apparent in the gloom as he gives her a doggy grin. He’s not selling Grandpabot out on this one, that’s for sure.
Jade sighs, shaking her head and in so doing sending dark curls whirling haphazardly about her shoulders. Bec is a good dog, he really is, but he sure can be frustrating during times like this! She won’t scold him too much this time, but he kind of needs to learn to take a hint at some point, even if he is an ultra-powerful god dog with Space-y powers.
“Oookay,” Jade says, snapping her fingers once and pointing a finger-gun towards the end of the alleyway, which appears to open up into a busy street. She grins and grabs Karkat's hand. “Let’s gooo… this way!” Off they go, then, the merry few, to stroll along the marvelous roads of Camelot!
The sky is wide and blue above them as they step onto the cobble path, with nary a stray cloud in sight. Periwinkle pink trickles along the edges of houses like blossoms poking up from beneath snowmelt, a few strands of cotton-white peeking only just out from behind straw-thatched rooftops here and there. Colorful flags and banners ripple on the breeze, which is cool and feather-light and buffers pleasantly about their cheeks as they meander through the undulating stream of festival-goers.
Various tables are set up all over the place, filled to the brim with interesting carnival games and intricately-patterned decorations that glitter and sway as the wind brushes over the booths. Laughter and whoops hurtle past them, brief pockets of muted sound in the menagerie of excitement. Simply magical.
Jade gets a few odd looks here and there for the fuzzy white dog ears atop her head, but as any random passerby's eyes drift over the motley trio they almost always stop to blatantly balk at Karkat, and then quickly avert their gaze soon after once they take in the full venomous quality of the cherry-blooded troll's scowl.
There are so many glorious smells, too! Fat flour-dusted pasties sit atop wooden counters, the hearty aroma of potatoes, sprightly onions, and freshly-chopped carrots mingling warmly in the air. Jade can smell the sugary-pink spring strawberries that are being generously tucked into the crust of a pie, already dribbling sweet juice. Autumn-leaf crusts dappled with maple sugar crystals and soft white cream shine enticingly from one stand, wafts of liquid smooth caramel and golden honey carried on the wind. Pristine white aprons flap about like flags of surrender behind the robust display shelves of different market stalls, red-faced and bustling cooks whirling between heat-blasted ovens and breezy shop tables in dizzying, wide-sweeping movements.
The steady murmur of coin-jangling crowds and merchants trying to make a sale is splendidly interwoven with the cheers radiating out from a large structure in the distance. Jade’s bright eyes immediately zero in on it as the center of interest out of all the other fun things. She tugs gleefully on Karkat’s arm to show him, practically bouncing on the balls of her red-slippered feet.
“Look! That must be the Colosseum, where Gamzee and Adam are,” she begins to drag her troll friend along, bobbing her head in and out of different shops as she goes, much to the disappointment of various sellers who would quite like to see a show of coin every now and again. “Let’s go see!”
When Jade thinks of a place called Camelot, she imagines valiant knights in shining armor, round tables, pretty white horses with shimmery manes clip-clopping along a cobblestone path, salty foods pickling in their wide, fit-to-burst barrels, or perhaps amber condensation sweating around a silver goblet’s rim. What she gets, however, is a dark alleyway and a bundle of fluffy white fur to the face!
“Agh!” Jade cries out, flailing her arms about ineffectually as she is effectively squashed like a bug by Becquerel’s falling body. The wolfdog in turn gives her face a delighted lick, an almost impish aspect given to his mostly featureless face. His lime green tongue pokes out a bit at her, chemically glowing in their shadowy surroundings and clearly illuminating Jade's baffled expression.
“I thought you told that thing to stay put?” Karkat grouses, glaring around at their vaguely slimy surroundings as he hurriedly puts some distance between himself and the imposing canine. There is a faint drip-plop sound coming from someplace, although he cannot tell from exactly where. This is a great source of unease for Karkat, for a totally absurd reason, probably. The smell of horse manure and sweat is almost overpowering in the muggy back alley they are standing in.
Scrubbing a hand over her face and shoving herself to her feet, Jade huffs down at Bec. “That’s because I did. Grandpa must have convinced him to follow us! Is that right, Bec? Don't you lie to me, now!”
The wolfdog snuffles a little, shiny white teeth apparent in the gloom as he gives her a doggy grin. He’s not selling Grandpabot out on this one, that’s for sure.
Jade sighs, shaking her head and in so doing sending dark curls whirling haphazardly about her shoulders. Bec is a good dog, he really is, but he sure can be frustrating during times like this! She won’t scold him too much this time, but he kind of needs to learn to take a hint at some point, even if he is an ultra-powerful god dog with Space-y powers.
“Oookay,” Jade says, snapping her fingers once and pointing a finger-gun towards the end of the alleyway, which appears to open up into a busy street. She grins and grabs Karkat's hand. “Let’s gooo… this way!” Off they go, then, the merry few, to stroll along the marvelous roads of Camelot!
The sky is wide and blue above them as they step onto the cobble path, with nary a stray cloud in sight. Periwinkle pink trickles along the edges of houses like blossoms poking up from beneath snowmelt, a few strands of cotton-white peeking only just out from behind straw-thatched rooftops here and there. Colorful flags and banners ripple on the breeze, which is cool and feather-light and buffers pleasantly about their cheeks as they meander through the undulating stream of festival-goers.
Various tables are set up all over the place, filled to the brim with interesting carnival games and intricately-patterned decorations that glitter and sway as the wind brushes over the booths. Laughter and whoops hurtle past them, brief pockets of muted sound in the menagerie of excitement. Simply magical.
Jade gets a few odd looks here and there for the fuzzy white dog ears atop her head, but as any random passerby's eyes drift over the motley trio they almost always stop to blatantly balk at Karkat, and then quickly avert their gaze soon after once they take in the full venomous quality of the cherry-blooded troll's scowl.
There are so many glorious smells, too! Fat flour-dusted pasties sit atop wooden counters, the hearty aroma of potatoes, sprightly onions, and freshly-chopped carrots mingling warmly in the air. Jade can smell the sugary-pink spring strawberries that are being generously tucked into the crust of a pie, already dribbling sweet juice. Autumn-leaf crusts dappled with maple sugar crystals and soft white cream shine enticingly from one stand, wafts of liquid smooth caramel and golden honey carried on the wind. Pristine white aprons flap about like flags of surrender behind the robust display shelves of different market stalls, red-faced and bustling cooks whirling between heat-blasted ovens and breezy shop tables in dizzying, wide-sweeping movements.
The steady murmur of coin-jangling crowds and merchants trying to make a sale is splendidly interwoven with the cheers radiating out from a large structure in the distance. Jade’s bright eyes immediately zero in on it as the center of interest out of all the other fun things. She tugs gleefully on Karkat’s arm to show him, practically bouncing on the balls of her red-slippered feet.
“Look! That must be the Colosseum, where Gamzee and Adam are,” she begins to drag her troll friend along, bobbing her head in and out of different shops as she goes, much to the disappointment of various sellers who would quite like to see a show of coin every now and again. “Let’s go see!”
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