09-02-2016, 10:52 AM
*WHUMPFF*
With a strained exclamation of “motherfuck!”, Gamzee’s ankle connects with an overgrown, gnarled root. Luckily enough, his face was cushioned by something quite soft and mushy. For a moment, the fool just lays in the dirt, pathetically moaning and nursing his bruised appendage.
This, perhaps, was not the correct thing to do, as he happened to fall face first into a bed of very dusty, very neon mushrooms.
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When Gamzee awakens, he is no longer in the woods, playing a deadly game. Or is he? Truth be told, he’s not sure. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep. He sits up in bed, aching all over an-
Why was he in a bed? Good god his head feels like someone is taking a claw hammer to it. There was nothing around him, just a vast expanse of black nothingness. The only visibility was from an unseen cone projected from above, casting a pool of light around the bed. The Makara was kind of getting tired of this particular schtick.
Arise.
A silky smooth, honeyed voice resonates throughout the world, simultaneously soothing his headache but also filling him with insurmountable dread. It’s pretty fucking out there, man. Like, if he wasn’t about to be busy running with for his life, Gamzee might actually sit there and contemplate how such a thing would be possible.
Before he can actually get up and out of bed, the bed evaporates into nothingness, causing our favorite fool to fall on his rump. Scrambling forward on his hands and knees, he stumbled to get on his feet.
And then, right before his eyes, someone flips on the lightswitch. All Gamzee does is blink and suddenly, the world explodes with color, beautiful, swirling enigmatic hues in the form of mists and lush foliage, fantastical beasts and miraculous landscapes. The scene changes with every breath, blurring between a snow capped mountainscape swirling with flurries of snow, a wavering desert dotted with strange and nonsensical rock formations, a lush jungle with trees of colors he’s never seen before towering far, far into the clouds, a whimsical city of flashing neon inhabited by MOTHERFUCKING FISH PEOPLE and finally-
No, no it’s far, far too much. The immense sensory overload is restricting Gamzee’s ability to properly process the next scene in this twisted, drug trip of a movie.
Just as the druggie begins to trudge into delirium, the wondrous visage before him dissipates into mist, into nothing. Suddenly, the vaporous remains swirl and coalesce into a very familiar giant pink cat.
Run, little clown, run.
Oh Gamzee runs, he runs very fast, big goofy grin on his face and arms outstretched, right for the Goddess.
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Avana is, for once in her very long, very varied life, unequipped to deal with this situation.
The boy, the rather endearing- if annoying- grey skinned one had found a way to fall face first into a fungal pit of Nightveil mushrooms. When she found this funny creature, he was lying on his back, staring up at the trees with a look of utter astonishment and awe, mouth agape and pupils thoroughly dilated. Cautiously, immediately thinking this display a trap of some sort, she plods up to him and sticks her face in his.
“This is hardly any sport, you know. I truly expected mo-ACHK!”
Without warning, her prey has locked his arms around her neck in a fierce stranglehold, and Avana frantically begins to realize that she was foolish, that the hunter has become the hunted, that-
He’s hugging her. It’s a hug.
Muffled by her fur, the fool says one very slurred word. “Furrrrrrreeeeeennnndddahh.”
How...How very quaint.
The goddess sighs, and carefully removes the teenager’s arms from around her neck, which proves easier said than done. Once the two are separated, she looks down on the prone fool with wary eyes. He looks back up at her from upside down, purple puppy eyes shining. What to do with him now?
It certainly wouldn’t be very sporting to kill him while he is intoxicated in this manner. In fact, it would tarnish her reputation more than anything. She glances off in the direction that his furious friend took off, who left a distinct trail by stomping off into the woods like maniac.
Mayhaps he will prove more entertaining.
With a strained exclamation of “motherfuck!”, Gamzee’s ankle connects with an overgrown, gnarled root. Luckily enough, his face was cushioned by something quite soft and mushy. For a moment, the fool just lays in the dirt, pathetically moaning and nursing his bruised appendage.
This, perhaps, was not the correct thing to do, as he happened to fall face first into a bed of very dusty, very neon mushrooms.
---------
When Gamzee awakens, he is no longer in the woods, playing a deadly game. Or is he? Truth be told, he’s not sure. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep. He sits up in bed, aching all over an-
Why was he in a bed? Good god his head feels like someone is taking a claw hammer to it. There was nothing around him, just a vast expanse of black nothingness. The only visibility was from an unseen cone projected from above, casting a pool of light around the bed. The Makara was kind of getting tired of this particular schtick.
Arise.
A silky smooth, honeyed voice resonates throughout the world, simultaneously soothing his headache but also filling him with insurmountable dread. It’s pretty fucking out there, man. Like, if he wasn’t about to be busy running with for his life, Gamzee might actually sit there and contemplate how such a thing would be possible.
Before he can actually get up and out of bed, the bed evaporates into nothingness, causing our favorite fool to fall on his rump. Scrambling forward on his hands and knees, he stumbled to get on his feet.
And then, right before his eyes, someone flips on the lightswitch. All Gamzee does is blink and suddenly, the world explodes with color, beautiful, swirling enigmatic hues in the form of mists and lush foliage, fantastical beasts and miraculous landscapes. The scene changes with every breath, blurring between a snow capped mountainscape swirling with flurries of snow, a wavering desert dotted with strange and nonsensical rock formations, a lush jungle with trees of colors he’s never seen before towering far, far into the clouds, a whimsical city of flashing neon inhabited by MOTHERFUCKING FISH PEOPLE and finally-
No, no it’s far, far too much. The immense sensory overload is restricting Gamzee’s ability to properly process the next scene in this twisted, drug trip of a movie.
Just as the druggie begins to trudge into delirium, the wondrous visage before him dissipates into mist, into nothing. Suddenly, the vaporous remains swirl and coalesce into a very familiar giant pink cat.
Run, little clown, run.
Oh Gamzee runs, he runs very fast, big goofy grin on his face and arms outstretched, right for the Goddess.
-------------
Avana is, for once in her very long, very varied life, unequipped to deal with this situation.
The boy, the rather endearing- if annoying- grey skinned one had found a way to fall face first into a fungal pit of Nightveil mushrooms. When she found this funny creature, he was lying on his back, staring up at the trees with a look of utter astonishment and awe, mouth agape and pupils thoroughly dilated. Cautiously, immediately thinking this display a trap of some sort, she plods up to him and sticks her face in his.
“This is hardly any sport, you know. I truly expected mo-ACHK!”
Without warning, her prey has locked his arms around her neck in a fierce stranglehold, and Avana frantically begins to realize that she was foolish, that the hunter has become the hunted, that-
He’s hugging her. It’s a hug.
Muffled by her fur, the fool says one very slurred word. “Furrrrrrreeeeeennnndddahh.”
How...How very quaint.
The goddess sighs, and carefully removes the teenager’s arms from around her neck, which proves easier said than done. Once the two are separated, she looks down on the prone fool with wary eyes. He looks back up at her from upside down, purple puppy eyes shining. What to do with him now?
It certainly wouldn’t be very sporting to kill him while he is intoxicated in this manner. In fact, it would tarnish her reputation more than anything. She glances off in the direction that his furious friend took off, who left a distinct trail by stomping off into the woods like maniac.
Mayhaps he will prove more entertaining.
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