Making a Move (Traveling)

[Gamzee Makara]

"Hrrrmmm...."

Damn. Quite a lot of things going on all at once, it would seem. Some little dude all up and swallowed by his own duds is over there shootin fire and lightning and all this other miraculous shit at that fountain. Some ol' princess looking motherfucker dropped out of thin air and started making demands like some other princess looking motherfucker died and made her queen. And then there's THIS guy. Crazy kinda scary ass looking guy comes shooting out of the horizon like a robo ninja whatever the hell on his damn motorbike that floated or whatever the motherfuck and-

Shit. It's just a little much right now.

He'll be damned if just when he thought he had wrapped his head on straight around this whole OmniMiracleVerse thing, all these other bros and brahs just make things all up and complicated again. He groans, and rises to his feet before looking down into his now almost empty drink. Without hesitation, The troll slams the rest of the wicked elixir, exhaling deeply when he finishes off the last of it. He then proceeds to hold the bottle to the sky upside down, squinting up into the nozzle, as if that would spontaneously just refill the bottle. Though, when he really thought about, in this land of Miracles, it probably would if he tried hard enough. Gamzee took another brief glance in the direction of the other "Primes," as that cue-ball looking boss man called them. Perhaps it would be best to find some other kinds of best buds to kick back with. These guys don't look all much to be his kinda type of best bros.

Gamzee holds his arm out, and puts his thumb in a hitchhiker's position. He holds his thumb against the horizon, and squints down it, as if his thumb were the bead of an iron sighted gun. Man. Honestly he isn't sure where he's headed. There ain't nothing in this entire region besides this weird ass fountain, and them weird ass archways off in the distance.

Honestly it's a pretty damn weird place.

Gamzee turns a full 360 degree circle several times before he finally settles on a gate, leveling it off with his thumb. Ho-lee shit that's a ways off. It'll take a miracle or two if he wants to get there within the next couple of hours or so, and that's spitballing. The troll shrugs, and puts on a decidedly stupid grin. Miracles are his specialty. He turns, so that he can stare at the other Primes for a few moments more. He thought about saying something, but with this lot, it would probably be best not to draw unwanted attention towards himself. Though in reality, it'd be nice to have some attention in the form of a traveling partner. So be it, man. This won't be the first time that Gamzee Makara was on his own. With that thought, he faces the Gate in the northeast once again and sets off. He holds his hitchhiker's thumb out, partly for irony, partly because it's better than the empty vastness of this world.

[Gamzee Makara]

Damn. It's been about two hours, yeah, with no other sign of people. People man. Gamzee is a social troll, he thrives on interaction with his fellow man. Or er, Troll. Or anything that can just hold a conversation really. Or not. He once recalled talking to a microwave for about fifteen minutes about the state of his friends and the Meteor itself. And after light jesting and joking, Gamzee was treated to a melty cheesy hotpocket.

Ah. Good Times.

At any rate, Gamzee had reached this...whatever it was. Long, twisting arches of bark, covered in strange and lush vines that seemingly spring up from nowhere. Man. Miracles. He cannot stress that enough. Gamzee slowly walks up to the right arch's base and runs a hand down the worn, rough wood. This...Whatever it is. It's alive. He can feel it.

*Sluuuuurrrp*

It tastes alive too! Wow, what a discovery. Gamzee, filled with a new sense of excitement and slight anxiety at what lies beyond, sprints back to the front of the arch and stares it down. Maybe someone will come out of it, to show him how it works? Gah, who's he kidding. It's a miracle. He doesn't have to know how to work it. But perhaps... Ah yes! A test!

Gamzee slowly turns on his heels to put his back to the arch. Then, without warning, he jumps back, sticking his tongue out, jamming his thumbs in his ears, and waving his hands at the portal.

Hm. Nothing. So be it. Gamzee saunters up to the Portal and leans in close, peering into the emptiness beyond the arch. Experimentally, he slowly pushes his finger past the archway and-

HOLY SHIT HIS FINGER DISAPPEARED OH MY MOTHERFUCKING-

Oh. Okay. Cool. It's cool. As soon as you move out of the actual archway, you materialize. Strange.

But Miraculous.

Aside from the miniature freak out, Gamzee is intrigued by the properties this gateway holds. Once again, Gamzee moves his hand close to the portal. The image of the stark whiteness beyond the archway wavers, as if it was a pool of water. And then... He pushes his arm through the portal, up to his elbow!

"Wicked!"

Marveling at his new-found discoveries, Gamzee then begins accomplishing absolutely nothing. He sticks his tongue out as far as it can go, pushes that through the portal.

"Mmm. Tastes like Vanilla."

After that, he proceeds to do other various things, some of them slightly lewd. At one point, he manages to phase his butt and only his butt into the Tangled Green. Miraculous advances in science are being made here today ladies and gentleman.

After a few more moments of nonsense, Gamzee finally decides that he wants to see what lies beyond. And thus, without further tomfoolery, Gamzee sinks to a low crouch, the muscles in his legs coiled tightly like wound springs, before he leaps forward, doing an acrobatic fucking pirouette into the unknown.