08-22-2015, 11:44 PM
Gamzee woke up sprawled out on the floor. His eyes flutter open, his first view of the morning the ceiling. His senses slowly begin rouse, and the young troll pushes himself up from his amassed puddle of drool. Eheh..heheh. It was always so trippy that his spit had this weird purple tint to it man. It wasn't just a troll's blood that was colored, it was all of it's bodily fluids. But violet-blood sounded much better than violet-spit. Or ah, other secretions.
Gamzee barks a short and abrupt laugh at that.
The clown got up just a little to fast, the edges of his vision darkening for a moment. He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He blinks, and stretches his arms up high. The ceiling was only just barely low enough for his fingertips to brush along it. He runs a hand through his wild mess of hair and-
whoa wait where's kar-bro!?
Oh shit oh shit oh shit he literally JUST miracle-ized his best buddy in the entire multiverse into existence literally less than 12 hours ago, there's no way that he could have just-
Hey the window's open. Cool. The tall troll walks over to the window and pokes his head out to get a view of the-
Hey Karkat's out here. Cool. Aw shit. The poor guy must've not had enough room on that tiny-ass bed. Gamzee crawls through the window, which is a little awkward due to the height of his horns. He has to angle it just right to fit them through. In short, his ascension to the roof is not a graceful one. In the end, the high-blood ends up standing above his dozing friend.
The cherry-blood had a fitful night of sleep. Did he have bad dreams? No. Of course not. He was just sleeping on a shingled fucking roof. It was a little uncomfortable, you'll have to forgive him for not being able to relax. It didn't help that as soon as he woke up, the only thing he could see is a creepy, painted face. That is to say, Gamzee looming above him.
"Gah! What the hell you clownish asshole!?"
The high-blood's expression softens as his friend recoils away into an upright position.
"Oh uh... Sorry brother. Didn't mean to all up and scare you there."
Karkat groans, and starts to give the fool what for, but decides it's too early in the morning for that shit. The crabby teenager rises from the tiles of the roof, his bones aching. Everything hurt like a bitch. He supposes that tiles and shingles and general roofing materials are probably pretty rough on one's sleeping habits. He stares at his clown companion for a moment. The violet-blooded troll stares back with a weak grin. They stay that way for a moment, just looking at each other. Just staring.
"So uh. Wanna go explore?"
"I could tell you a thousand different reasons why that would be a bad idea, but I know that none of them will register in your addled brain and that you'll just go on and do whatever your whimsy tells you, probably dragging me along for the crazy shitstorm of a ride."
"I'm all about doing the whimsy with my friends, brother."
"Yeah, yeah. Exactly. Come on, maybe we can find something to eat."
-----
The two aliens leave the inn, no hassle no problem. The bartender nods them upon exit, the few morning patrons uncaring to who comes and goes. They walk down the street, Karkat attempting to make some sort of conversation with Gamzee, but ultimately failing.
"So, ah, what are we gonna do to get home?"
"I dunno. Do stuff. Go talk to some white guy."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
All further attempts at small talk went in a similar fashion.
Eventually, the strange duo made it quite a ways away from the tavern. The leader being the tall troll with the polka-dot pants, the two often just took random routes and paths. The clown would choose to take an alleyway into another street or walking in circles, much to the shorter troll's chagrin.
The power of whimsy.
After about twenty minutes or so of walking around aimlessly, Karkat comes to a halt in front of a Victorian-esque two story house. He stands there with his arms crossed. Complaints were issued to the leader in a very orderly and official manner.
"Gamzee I'm fucking hungry, can we please stop wandering around like idiots and find something or somewhere to eat?"
The tall Capricorn turns around, a smirk on his face.
"Hey bro, you can certainly lead onwards, I ain't got no problem with that. Hell, it sounds like a wicked time to me. Alas, my punchline-blooded brother, there are certain motherfucking traditions that must be upheld. You must defeat me in a battle using the most noblest of Alternian art forms."
"What are you babbling about now? You mean-
No. No. Fuck you man, no. Let's just go eat like two normal trolls, there's no need for all this tomfuckery and-"
"IT'S TIME FOR A SLAM-POETRY BATTLE MOTHERFUCKER!"
Heads turn. People stop walking and stare. Karkat groans.
"BEGIN!"
Gamzee lays down a sick beatbox beat.
"Whatever. This is lame. You're lame. Your rhymes are lame. It's a shame. This is all a shame. This isn't why I came."
Fuck. He wasn't even trying to rhyme.
"I'M TAKING THAT AS A MOTHERFUCKING CHAAAALLLLEEEENNNGGEE!"
People begin to form a circle around the two aliens, some of the crowd getting into it. A dog-morph woofs and shakes his fist in the air, a moogle floats above, clapping and egging them on, and before you know it, they have an audience.
"Alright Kar-bro, drop me a beat!"
Kar-bro does not drop Gamzee a beat.
"Alright, someone drop me a beat!"
Someone unidentifiable in the throng of the audience starts to beatbox, a pretty sick beat floating into the air.
"Alright! Uh-huh! Prepare to meet your wizicked death at the hands of my burning ill fires!
Check it
Yo Karkizzle why you all up in my bizzle, your attempts at wordplay are sad and you're just getting mad because I'm rad and you're a passing fad and-"
The two then proceed to have the worst rap-off in the history of the Omniverse. It causes quite the commotion outside. The people of Ambrosia must not have much in the ways of entertainment if they find this God-awful display of wordsmanship entertaining. The crowd seems to like it though, as now there is a respectable gathering of around thirteen or so townspeople, encouraging the one-sided rap battle.
Gamzee barks a short and abrupt laugh at that.
The clown got up just a little to fast, the edges of his vision darkening for a moment. He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He blinks, and stretches his arms up high. The ceiling was only just barely low enough for his fingertips to brush along it. He runs a hand through his wild mess of hair and-
whoa wait where's kar-bro!?
Oh shit oh shit oh shit he literally JUST miracle-ized his best buddy in the entire multiverse into existence literally less than 12 hours ago, there's no way that he could have just-
Hey the window's open. Cool. The tall troll walks over to the window and pokes his head out to get a view of the-
Hey Karkat's out here. Cool. Aw shit. The poor guy must've not had enough room on that tiny-ass bed. Gamzee crawls through the window, which is a little awkward due to the height of his horns. He has to angle it just right to fit them through. In short, his ascension to the roof is not a graceful one. In the end, the high-blood ends up standing above his dozing friend.
The cherry-blood had a fitful night of sleep. Did he have bad dreams? No. Of course not. He was just sleeping on a shingled fucking roof. It was a little uncomfortable, you'll have to forgive him for not being able to relax. It didn't help that as soon as he woke up, the only thing he could see is a creepy, painted face. That is to say, Gamzee looming above him.
"Gah! What the hell you clownish asshole!?"
The high-blood's expression softens as his friend recoils away into an upright position.
"Oh uh... Sorry brother. Didn't mean to all up and scare you there."
Karkat groans, and starts to give the fool what for, but decides it's too early in the morning for that shit. The crabby teenager rises from the tiles of the roof, his bones aching. Everything hurt like a bitch. He supposes that tiles and shingles and general roofing materials are probably pretty rough on one's sleeping habits. He stares at his clown companion for a moment. The violet-blooded troll stares back with a weak grin. They stay that way for a moment, just looking at each other. Just staring.
"So uh. Wanna go explore?"
"I could tell you a thousand different reasons why that would be a bad idea, but I know that none of them will register in your addled brain and that you'll just go on and do whatever your whimsy tells you, probably dragging me along for the crazy shitstorm of a ride."
"I'm all about doing the whimsy with my friends, brother."
"Yeah, yeah. Exactly. Come on, maybe we can find something to eat."
-----
The two aliens leave the inn, no hassle no problem. The bartender nods them upon exit, the few morning patrons uncaring to who comes and goes. They walk down the street, Karkat attempting to make some sort of conversation with Gamzee, but ultimately failing.
"So, ah, what are we gonna do to get home?"
"I dunno. Do stuff. Go talk to some white guy."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
All further attempts at small talk went in a similar fashion.
Eventually, the strange duo made it quite a ways away from the tavern. The leader being the tall troll with the polka-dot pants, the two often just took random routes and paths. The clown would choose to take an alleyway into another street or walking in circles, much to the shorter troll's chagrin.
The power of whimsy.
After about twenty minutes or so of walking around aimlessly, Karkat comes to a halt in front of a Victorian-esque two story house. He stands there with his arms crossed. Complaints were issued to the leader in a very orderly and official manner.
"Gamzee I'm fucking hungry, can we please stop wandering around like idiots and find something or somewhere to eat?"
The tall Capricorn turns around, a smirk on his face.
"Hey bro, you can certainly lead onwards, I ain't got no problem with that. Hell, it sounds like a wicked time to me. Alas, my punchline-blooded brother, there are certain motherfucking traditions that must be upheld. You must defeat me in a battle using the most noblest of Alternian art forms."
"What are you babbling about now? You mean-
No. No. Fuck you man, no. Let's just go eat like two normal trolls, there's no need for all this tomfuckery and-"
"IT'S TIME FOR A SLAM-POETRY BATTLE MOTHERFUCKER!"
Heads turn. People stop walking and stare. Karkat groans.
"BEGIN!"
Gamzee lays down a sick beatbox beat.
"Whatever. This is lame. You're lame. Your rhymes are lame. It's a shame. This is all a shame. This isn't why I came."
Fuck. He wasn't even trying to rhyme.
"I'M TAKING THAT AS A MOTHERFUCKING CHAAAALLLLEEEENNNGGEE!"
People begin to form a circle around the two aliens, some of the crowd getting into it. A dog-morph woofs and shakes his fist in the air, a moogle floats above, clapping and egging them on, and before you know it, they have an audience.
"Alright Kar-bro, drop me a beat!"
Kar-bro does not drop Gamzee a beat.
"Alright, someone drop me a beat!"
Someone unidentifiable in the throng of the audience starts to beatbox, a pretty sick beat floating into the air.
"Alright! Uh-huh! Prepare to meet your wizicked death at the hands of my burning ill fires!
Check it
Yo Karkizzle why you all up in my bizzle, your attempts at wordplay are sad and you're just getting mad because I'm rad and you're a passing fad and-"
The two then proceed to have the worst rap-off in the history of the Omniverse. It causes quite the commotion outside. The people of Ambrosia must not have much in the ways of entertainment if they find this God-awful display of wordsmanship entertaining. The crowd seems to like it though, as now there is a respectable gathering of around thirteen or so townspeople, encouraging the one-sided rap battle.
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-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover
-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover