10-03-2015, 05:03 PM
Karkat is going through his own stages of “What the fuck.”
What the fuck is this clownish asshole doing?
What the fuck is this annoying human kid doing?
What the fuck should he be doing?
What the fuck is going on?
He sighs, running a grey hand through his pitch colored hair before meeting the human’s eyes.
“Yeah. Yeah. Gamzee is now one of this Guu lady’s vassals or whatever the fuck have you. She mentioned that you didn’t have an incredibly spotless opinion of our race, and sent us here to sort things out because I don’t know. I guess being a princess or a queen or whatever similar title of douchey power one might hold could entail making sure that two opposing forces don’t spontaneously start blowing up buildings and murdering innocent citizens, so here we are. What sort of nonsensical but probably rational hate do you harbor for our kind?”
Gamzee sits there with his usual dopey grin, hand still extended, before he begins to speak veeeery slowly. Adam is clearly a Godless Heathen.
“I-come-in-the-peace-ful-name-of-miracles.”
Karkat would slap a palm to his forehead if he wasn’t already so numb from stupidity.
“Listen, I don’t know what your problem is, but seriously, cut that shit out. You’ve obviously played SBURB so I mean I get that you’ve been through a lot of shit, but so have we. At this point your whining and bitching is gratuitous and unnecessary, because our session has had plenty of it. I-”
“What my crabby little bro here is trying to say all graceful-like is that whatever badness my kind has all up and committed to with your kind, we don’t intend to give off them same nasty vibes. Y’dig?”
Adam still has a supreme expression of what.
Karkat is currently fuming at being cut off, and is furiously typing away at his husk phone, or cell phone, whatever it is the humans call it. The stubby horned little teen is currently plotting an exit strategy, when all of a sudden, one makes itself apparent. In bright, bold text, on the Omniverse message boards; an exit strategy of troubling yet exciting proportions.
Coliseum. Tournament. Camelot. Glory.
Such and such words were featured in the advertisement, promising fame and fortune for whoever may triumph over their opponents in glorious combat. Karkat’s eyes shift to Gamzee, who was trying in vain to explain what miracles are to an exasperated Adam. His thoughts drift back to the battle with the Black King, the main antagonist of the trolls’ SGRUB session. Gamzee had...God Karkat didn’t even know. He’s not even sure Gamzee knew what was going on. For the better half of the fight, the clown had sat on his bum and knocked around low-level imps and chess guys, not really contributing that much to the cause - that is, killing that big black bastard dead. And then, just Jesus Christ, Terezi does something and he flips his shit. He gets this outright twisted, insane look in his eyes, and just demolishes that asshole. One second, that gigantic motherfucker had two heads and the next, there’s a bloody stump next to a single, confused, rather pissed off face.
Gamzee didn’t take no shit.
Gamzee is strong. Stronger than his laid-back attitude gives away. Maybe...Maybe Gamzee could enter this tournament. Maybe this would impress that Guu lady, and she could help the two aliens return to their universe, fucked up though it may be. And and while this is going on, Karkat can go find Jade! Yeah! He can find Jade, and with their combined brainpower, surely they can find some way to get home even if this Guu girl can’t.
“Gamzee. Stop being mirthful for a second, we need to talk.”
“D’awww c’mon Kar-bro, I was just about to get my preach on and tell Adam all about-”
“No no no no, that’s quite alright. Please, er...Karkat. Explain.”
The mutant-blooded troll gives him a dull look, but shrugs and pulls out his phone to show the advertisement to the creepy clown and his plus one asshole.
Gamzee struggles a little reading it, his mouth moving along with the words, but as his eyes begin to widen, it is clear the troll is beginning to make connections. A new way to impress his new mistress, and complete the task already given to him! Should he notify her of his departure? No, no it should be a surprise, yes, most definitely.
“Yes! Yes! That’s so hella perfect! We’s gonna make a name for ourselves Karkat! Guu will have to recognize my wicked skills after I beat some motherfuckers up!”
The excited alien throws a sideways glance at Adam.
“A-and you! You’re gonna tag along for the ride, motherfucker! Two flying feathery things with uno rock. On the journey to this wicked medieval place, you and I are gonna bond bro-style. No objections.”
Adam starts to spew some choice words about this assumption, but the clown cuts him off by turning to Karkat, excitement sparkling in his eyes.
“And I can bet, without a doubt, that my best bro in the entire Universes is gonna be in the stands, cheering me on with a bottle of miracles raised high in my name.”
Ooh.
Oooooh…
“Er...Yeah, you insane clown, I’ll definitely be there to watch you mindlessly beat the shit out of everything in sight, but first, I have to take a detour. As in, I can’t travel with you.”
Sadness flickers behind Gamzee’s eyes, his grin faltering.
“Oh...But like, you’re actually going to be there right? For my fights?”
Gamzee's lack of care about how they're going to get home is a little troubling, but also a little unsurprising.
“Yes dude, yes, but I have to go meet up with Jade, that human girl from Earth. Remember her? The really smart, bubbly, always annoyingly cheerful one? Listen I’m going to see if I can bring her along to the tournament, but either way, we need to make contact. I think if she and I work together, we can go home! Or at least figure out the next step.”
Throughout this strange exchange, as Karkat repeatedly assures the clown that he will have the shorter one’s support as a cheerleader, Adam has been utterly at a loss as to what’s going on. The tournament though? Intriguing. Not really sure if it’s something he would want to participate in, but maybe. He definitely didn’t really want to travel with the troll, however...but it doesn’t seem as though he’s being given much of a choice. And then the shorter troll mentioned another human. From Earth. Like him. He perks up at this, several different thoughts and emotions swirling around in his head. A SBURB player? He can only assume, if the trolls know her. God-Tier maybe? Gah this is a weird development in his shitty life.
When he is done with his short little reverie, Gamzee is staring at him patiently, same dopey look on his face, and Karkat is typing away at his phone again. It seems they have reached some sort of agreement.
“So, brother, you down with the clown?”
What the fuck is this clownish asshole doing?
What the fuck is this annoying human kid doing?
What the fuck should he be doing?
What the fuck is going on?
He sighs, running a grey hand through his pitch colored hair before meeting the human’s eyes.
“Yeah. Yeah. Gamzee is now one of this Guu lady’s vassals or whatever the fuck have you. She mentioned that you didn’t have an incredibly spotless opinion of our race, and sent us here to sort things out because I don’t know. I guess being a princess or a queen or whatever similar title of douchey power one might hold could entail making sure that two opposing forces don’t spontaneously start blowing up buildings and murdering innocent citizens, so here we are. What sort of nonsensical but probably rational hate do you harbor for our kind?”
Gamzee sits there with his usual dopey grin, hand still extended, before he begins to speak veeeery slowly. Adam is clearly a Godless Heathen.
“I-come-in-the-peace-ful-name-of-miracles.”
Karkat would slap a palm to his forehead if he wasn’t already so numb from stupidity.
“Listen, I don’t know what your problem is, but seriously, cut that shit out. You’ve obviously played SBURB so I mean I get that you’ve been through a lot of shit, but so have we. At this point your whining and bitching is gratuitous and unnecessary, because our session has had plenty of it. I-”
“What my crabby little bro here is trying to say all graceful-like is that whatever badness my kind has all up and committed to with your kind, we don’t intend to give off them same nasty vibes. Y’dig?”
Adam still has a supreme expression of what.
Karkat is currently fuming at being cut off, and is furiously typing away at his husk phone, or cell phone, whatever it is the humans call it. The stubby horned little teen is currently plotting an exit strategy, when all of a sudden, one makes itself apparent. In bright, bold text, on the Omniverse message boards; an exit strategy of troubling yet exciting proportions.
Coliseum. Tournament. Camelot. Glory.
Such and such words were featured in the advertisement, promising fame and fortune for whoever may triumph over their opponents in glorious combat. Karkat’s eyes shift to Gamzee, who was trying in vain to explain what miracles are to an exasperated Adam. His thoughts drift back to the battle with the Black King, the main antagonist of the trolls’ SGRUB session. Gamzee had...God Karkat didn’t even know. He’s not even sure Gamzee knew what was going on. For the better half of the fight, the clown had sat on his bum and knocked around low-level imps and chess guys, not really contributing that much to the cause - that is, killing that big black bastard dead. And then, just Jesus Christ, Terezi does something and he flips his shit. He gets this outright twisted, insane look in his eyes, and just demolishes that asshole. One second, that gigantic motherfucker had two heads and the next, there’s a bloody stump next to a single, confused, rather pissed off face.
Gamzee didn’t take no shit.
Gamzee is strong. Stronger than his laid-back attitude gives away. Maybe...Maybe Gamzee could enter this tournament. Maybe this would impress that Guu lady, and she could help the two aliens return to their universe, fucked up though it may be. And and while this is going on, Karkat can go find Jade! Yeah! He can find Jade, and with their combined brainpower, surely they can find some way to get home even if this Guu girl can’t.
“Gamzee. Stop being mirthful for a second, we need to talk.”
“D’awww c’mon Kar-bro, I was just about to get my preach on and tell Adam all about-”
“No no no no, that’s quite alright. Please, er...Karkat. Explain.”
The mutant-blooded troll gives him a dull look, but shrugs and pulls out his phone to show the advertisement to the creepy clown and his plus one asshole.
Gamzee struggles a little reading it, his mouth moving along with the words, but as his eyes begin to widen, it is clear the troll is beginning to make connections. A new way to impress his new mistress, and complete the task already given to him! Should he notify her of his departure? No, no it should be a surprise, yes, most definitely.
“Yes! Yes! That’s so hella perfect! We’s gonna make a name for ourselves Karkat! Guu will have to recognize my wicked skills after I beat some motherfuckers up!”
The excited alien throws a sideways glance at Adam.
“A-and you! You’re gonna tag along for the ride, motherfucker! Two flying feathery things with uno rock. On the journey to this wicked medieval place, you and I are gonna bond bro-style. No objections.”
Adam starts to spew some choice words about this assumption, but the clown cuts him off by turning to Karkat, excitement sparkling in his eyes.
“And I can bet, without a doubt, that my best bro in the entire Universes is gonna be in the stands, cheering me on with a bottle of miracles raised high in my name.”
Ooh.
Oooooh…
“Er...Yeah, you insane clown, I’ll definitely be there to watch you mindlessly beat the shit out of everything in sight, but first, I have to take a detour. As in, I can’t travel with you.”
Sadness flickers behind Gamzee’s eyes, his grin faltering.
“Oh...But like, you’re actually going to be there right? For my fights?”
Gamzee's lack of care about how they're going to get home is a little troubling, but also a little unsurprising.
“Yes dude, yes, but I have to go meet up with Jade, that human girl from Earth. Remember her? The really smart, bubbly, always annoyingly cheerful one? Listen I’m going to see if I can bring her along to the tournament, but either way, we need to make contact. I think if she and I work together, we can go home! Or at least figure out the next step.”
Throughout this strange exchange, as Karkat repeatedly assures the clown that he will have the shorter one’s support as a cheerleader, Adam has been utterly at a loss as to what’s going on. The tournament though? Intriguing. Not really sure if it’s something he would want to participate in, but maybe. He definitely didn’t really want to travel with the troll, however...but it doesn’t seem as though he’s being given much of a choice. And then the shorter troll mentioned another human. From Earth. Like him. He perks up at this, several different thoughts and emotions swirling around in his head. A SBURB player? He can only assume, if the trolls know her. God-Tier maybe? Gah this is a weird development in his shitty life.
When he is done with his short little reverie, Gamzee is staring at him patiently, same dopey look on his face, and Karkat is typing away at his phone again. It seems they have reached some sort of agreement.
“So, brother, you down with the clown?”
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-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
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-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover