01-18-2016, 05:10 PM
*VWARFWOOOOOOSHHHHHHIIIIISSSSS*
Despite already having been through a few gates in their time here in the Omniverse, Karkat still experiences a wave or two of nausea and Gamzee still feels are prickly on his insides. Weird shit, right?
The two trolls fly mostly in silence across the empty expanse of emptiness known as the Nexus. The fruity rumpus mists emitting from the rump ends of their jetpack only colored the nothingness of the Nexus sky for a moment before being swallowed up by that endless white.
White. Rainbow. Why isn’t white in the Rainbow? This sudden realization makes Gamzee rather sad. Poor white. What did it ever do to deserve this exclusion? Depression hits the clown like a roc-
Nevermind, he activated the Faygo Dispensers. He’s just redundantly chugging his own fuel now. He’s good. No frowny clowns here, no sir.
Karkat is too busy trying not to lose his lunch or his nonexistent cool to say much on this flight. Not that there is really much for him to say, for once in his shouty, crabby life.
---
It’s not long before the dubious duo have the fountain in sight, and boy what a sight it is. A quick glance over at his jovial friend’s wide eyed, glazed over stare reveals to the Low-Blood that perhaps Gamzee is seeing something other than the giant, unassuming spiral of rock that he sees.
Or maybe the fool just finds the rock miraculous. Karkat never really understood this dumb religion his buddy is into.
Then, the High-Blood and his Cherry Colored counterpart each notice different things simultaneously.
A splash of red God-Tier Garb elicits a “Best Human Bro!”
White fluffy dog ears result in a “Jade!”
And finally, the resplendent rhyme aura emanating from that pink blotch creates a resounding “Mistress Guu!”
Oh, and whatever that hulking beast was caused a “What the fuck is that giant fucking zom-”
So much is going on at once that Gamzee decides to ignore his little buddy’s rants for a moment and come up with a game plan. It would seem that the Clown’s Mistress whom he swore Rhyme Fealty to is under stress and duress! This simply would NOT do. He didn’t exactly know what their beef was, or anything else that was going on, really, but that didn’t matter. In the name of all that is Miraculous and Mirthful, Gamzee would not stand by and let his homies be all up and assaultiminated like that.
It’s time for these aggravators to experience a little clownfall. Ah, but what to do with Kar? He certainly couldn’t let his little broham get all messed up in this scuffle. Wouldn’t be very gentlebrotherly of him. And besides, he needs to go take care of his totally-not-flirty business with that human chick. The brilliant stoner glances at Karkat and the harness safely keeping him strapped to the Mark II Faygo Flyer. Speaking of clownfall…
Ah! A game plan! Done! Simple! Easy! The royal pilot makes a pass headed for Jade and her friends, decreasing to a (probably) safe altitude.
“Alright Kar-Bro! Time for an Emergency Ejaculation!”
Before Karkat can even BEGIN to address the words that just came out of his friend’s mouth, Gamzee reaches across the flying contraption and yanks on a single leather strap, which in turn releases every safety harness and constraining device holding his best bro to the jetpack.
He doesn’t even get to blink. The grey skinned teenager freefalls from a (hopefully) benign altitude, accompanied by a misty cloud of fruity goodness that clings to his form as he passes through it.
“YOU STUPID JUGGALO FUUUUUUUCK!”
*SPLAT*
Ew. Ewww.
Karkat isn’t exactly sure WHAT he landed on, but it was big, spongy, slippery, smelled like shite, and frankly reminded him of a dead frog.
And he knew a lot about dead frogs.
Despite already having been through a few gates in their time here in the Omniverse, Karkat still experiences a wave or two of nausea and Gamzee still feels are prickly on his insides. Weird shit, right?
The two trolls fly mostly in silence across the empty expanse of emptiness known as the Nexus. The fruity rumpus mists emitting from the rump ends of their jetpack only colored the nothingness of the Nexus sky for a moment before being swallowed up by that endless white.
White. Rainbow. Why isn’t white in the Rainbow? This sudden realization makes Gamzee rather sad. Poor white. What did it ever do to deserve this exclusion? Depression hits the clown like a roc-
Nevermind, he activated the Faygo Dispensers. He’s just redundantly chugging his own fuel now. He’s good. No frowny clowns here, no sir.
Karkat is too busy trying not to lose his lunch or his nonexistent cool to say much on this flight. Not that there is really much for him to say, for once in his shouty, crabby life.
---
It’s not long before the dubious duo have the fountain in sight, and boy what a sight it is. A quick glance over at his jovial friend’s wide eyed, glazed over stare reveals to the Low-Blood that perhaps Gamzee is seeing something other than the giant, unassuming spiral of rock that he sees.
Or maybe the fool just finds the rock miraculous. Karkat never really understood this dumb religion his buddy is into.
Then, the High-Blood and his Cherry Colored counterpart each notice different things simultaneously.
A splash of red God-Tier Garb elicits a “Best Human Bro!”
White fluffy dog ears result in a “Jade!”
And finally, the resplendent rhyme aura emanating from that pink blotch creates a resounding “Mistress Guu!”
Oh, and whatever that hulking beast was caused a “What the fuck is that giant fucking zom-”
So much is going on at once that Gamzee decides to ignore his little buddy’s rants for a moment and come up with a game plan. It would seem that the Clown’s Mistress whom he swore Rhyme Fealty to is under stress and duress! This simply would NOT do. He didn’t exactly know what their beef was, or anything else that was going on, really, but that didn’t matter. In the name of all that is Miraculous and Mirthful, Gamzee would not stand by and let his homies be all up and assaultiminated like that.
It’s time for these aggravators to experience a little clownfall. Ah, but what to do with Kar? He certainly couldn’t let his little broham get all messed up in this scuffle. Wouldn’t be very gentlebrotherly of him. And besides, he needs to go take care of his totally-not-flirty business with that human chick. The brilliant stoner glances at Karkat and the harness safely keeping him strapped to the Mark II Faygo Flyer. Speaking of clownfall…
Ah! A game plan! Done! Simple! Easy! The royal pilot makes a pass headed for Jade and her friends, decreasing to a (probably) safe altitude.
“Alright Kar-Bro! Time for an Emergency Ejaculation!”
Before Karkat can even BEGIN to address the words that just came out of his friend’s mouth, Gamzee reaches across the flying contraption and yanks on a single leather strap, which in turn releases every safety harness and constraining device holding his best bro to the jetpack.
He doesn’t even get to blink. The grey skinned teenager freefalls from a (hopefully) benign altitude, accompanied by a misty cloud of fruity goodness that clings to his form as he passes through it.
“YOU STUPID JUGGALO FUUUUUUUCK!”
*SPLAT*
Ew. Ewww.
Karkat isn’t exactly sure WHAT he landed on, but it was big, spongy, slippery, smelled like shite, and frankly reminded him of a dead frog.
And he knew a lot about dead frogs.
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Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
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