08-30-2016, 09:08 PM
"FUCKING, FUCK FUCK!"
Plants don't fight.
Why the fuck is this plant fighting? Why is HE fighting a fucking plant? As fast as he could swing his crappy little scythes, as fast as he could slice and dice the creepy, grabby vines, more would be there to replace what he has already chopped.
Karkat Vantas, troll weedeater.
Scythey tornado of death that he was, the vines had a hard time getting close to him from any lateral space. What the thresher was not prepared for, was a particularly fleshy green appendage to coil itself around his throat mid-swing. The sudden restriction forced one scythe to go flying from his grey grasp. The vine then began to hoist him up and up, to the unseen dark depths of the cavern proper. His air flow constricted, Karkat begins flailing wildly with his one remaining weapon, hoping to find some sort of lucky purpose or contact or-
With a dreadful wet, slicing sound, the young Vantas severs his assailant.
He drops back to the cave floor in a half roll, half stumble, coughing and swearing and thoroughly wanting to die. His vision begins to unmuddle itself and his cognizance returns just in time for him to hear the desperate pleas of Valerie, his opinion of whom is fast deteriorating. A mutter here, a swear there, and the warrior brings himself to his feet after grabbing his fallen weapon, rushing for Valerie’s cage at a frantic pace.
“PLANTS! I HATE
FUCKING
PLANTS!”
In a rather impressive display of acrobatics, Karkat bobs, weaves, hurdles, spins, and jukes past vines and obstacles, swearing up a storm as he does. By the time he reaches the prison of foliage and flower, he begins hacking away at it, copious amounts of gooey chlorophyll and other various plant juices splatter and spray him.
Ew, some of it got in his mouth. Grody.
Around the time he actually makes some progress, and can properly see the mage’s form through cracks of thick branches and skinned petals, he hears the robot kid shout something that sounded vaguely like a warning. Letting out a cliche string of “shitshitshitshit”, the young troll doubles his efforts and-
Valerie finds the strength to yank Karkat by the collar and into the cradle of petals, right before a massive wave of energy is able to incinerate the boy.
One moment, he’s almost killed by a plant. The next, saved by a plant.
Plants don't fight.
Why the fuck is this plant fighting? Why is HE fighting a fucking plant? As fast as he could swing his crappy little scythes, as fast as he could slice and dice the creepy, grabby vines, more would be there to replace what he has already chopped.
Karkat Vantas, troll weedeater.
Scythey tornado of death that he was, the vines had a hard time getting close to him from any lateral space. What the thresher was not prepared for, was a particularly fleshy green appendage to coil itself around his throat mid-swing. The sudden restriction forced one scythe to go flying from his grey grasp. The vine then began to hoist him up and up, to the unseen dark depths of the cavern proper. His air flow constricted, Karkat begins flailing wildly with his one remaining weapon, hoping to find some sort of lucky purpose or contact or-
With a dreadful wet, slicing sound, the young Vantas severs his assailant.
He drops back to the cave floor in a half roll, half stumble, coughing and swearing and thoroughly wanting to die. His vision begins to unmuddle itself and his cognizance returns just in time for him to hear the desperate pleas of Valerie, his opinion of whom is fast deteriorating. A mutter here, a swear there, and the warrior brings himself to his feet after grabbing his fallen weapon, rushing for Valerie’s cage at a frantic pace.
“PLANTS! I HATE
FUCKING
PLANTS!”
In a rather impressive display of acrobatics, Karkat bobs, weaves, hurdles, spins, and jukes past vines and obstacles, swearing up a storm as he does. By the time he reaches the prison of foliage and flower, he begins hacking away at it, copious amounts of gooey chlorophyll and other various plant juices splatter and spray him.
Ew, some of it got in his mouth. Grody.
Around the time he actually makes some progress, and can properly see the mage’s form through cracks of thick branches and skinned petals, he hears the robot kid shout something that sounded vaguely like a warning. Letting out a cliche string of “shitshitshitshit”, the young troll doubles his efforts and-
Valerie finds the strength to yank Karkat by the collar and into the cradle of petals, right before a massive wave of energy is able to incinerate the boy.
One moment, he’s almost killed by a plant. The next, saved by a plant.
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Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover