Hope's End Guest Post: Day 2

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Welcome to Day 2 of Hope’s End! This is where guest writers can have their characters post to the network. These posts will be handled the same way as any other post to the network, but we'll keep them grouped together for everyone's sanity.

All guest characters arrived in Hope’s End with a communicator that resembles a Blackberry. These have text,

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[dependabull]

uHH, iS THIS THING ON?
i THINK, tHAT PERHAPS THERE HAS BEEN SOME SORT OF, mISTAKE,,,
pOSSIBLY,
oR THE AFTERLIFE IS JUST, mUCH DIFFERENT THAN i EXPECTED, }:\
bUT, tHERE SEEM TO BE A LOT OF OTHER CONFUSED, pEOPLE, i GUESS,
sO i SHOULD JUST COUNT MYSELF AS, oNE OF THOSE,

[juggalulz]

tavros?

[dependabull]

yES, tHAT IS ME,
i AM THE ONLY tAVROS i KNOW OF, i'M FAIRLY SURE,

[juggalulz]

it all up and sound like a tavbro
KINDA THOUGHT YOU WERE KICKIN IT ALL

up and fuckin dead

[dependabull]

tHAT IS, aLSO SOMETHING THAT i THOUGHT HAD HAPPENED,
wHICH JUST ADDS TO MY CONFUSION, aS YOU CAN SEE,
bECAUSE RIGHT NOW, i QUITE CLEARLY AM NOT,
uHH, dEAD, i MEAN,

[juggalulz]

then that's the last thing a motherfucker remembers?

CUZ THAT AIN'T FOR SURE THE LAST FUCKING THING THAT WENT DOWN
but

FUCK, BROTHER

it all good to up and see a motherfucker

where are you?

[dependabull]

iT'S KIND OF HARD TO REMEMBER THINGS, pAST BEING DEAD, i THINK,,,
bUT,
iT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU TOO,
}:)
aND,,, i'M NOT REALLY SURE WHERE i AM,
tHOUGH, iS EVERYTHING OKAY WITH YOU?
bECAUSE, uH, yOUR TYPING SEEMS DIFFERENT,

[juggalulz]

this motherfucker think it not such a bad fuckin thing a brother don't remember nothing past it, maybe
A LOT OF SHIT DONE AND HAPPENED THAT AIN'T REALLY
well

shit's all golden as fuck with me
JUST SOME SHIT IS MOTHERFUCKIN DIFFERENT
only maybe it ain't

what's a tavbro got all around him?
I'M IN A BIG MOTHERFUCKIN DIRTSPECK FIELD
i fuckin think

(whoops, it said little wildlife, despite there being a corral)

[dependabull]

uH,,,
tHERE IS A BUILDING?
sORRY, tHAT'S NOT VERY HELPFUL,
iT HAS, a POLE OUTSIDE OF IT,
tHAT IS STRIPED,,,

(haha no worries)

[juggalulz]

a big motherfuckin stripey pole?
HAVEN'T REALLY BEEN ALL UP BY NO MOTHERFUCKIN BUILDINGS YET
kinda trying to stay outta where too many motherfuckers be up and hiding but
A BROTHER BETTER BELIEVE I'M ON MY MOTHERFUCKIN WAY

this dirtspeck place ain't full of no miracles anyway
JUST SOME NASTY FUCKIN PRICKLEPLANTS

are you okay?

[dependabull]

[Oh dear. Things couldn't be great if Gamzee was commenting on the lack of miracles.]

yEAH, i AM MUCH MORE FINE THAN i EXPECTED TO BE,
gIVEN THE, uH, cIRCUMSTANCES,
eVERYTHING IS IN, wORKING ORDER,
tHE POLE IS, aTTACHED TO THE BUILDING,
iF IT HELPS,
i CAN'T, uH, tELL HOW LARGE THIS PLACE IS,

[juggalulz]

getting my hustle on for real
SIT MOTHERFUCKIN TIGHT

[Gamzee walks...quickly...power-walks...okay, no, he's just gettin' his motherfuckin' jog on, almost. He eventually approaches the buildings, scanning the streets and trying to stay inconspicuous. And staying inconspicuous is pretty hard when you've got your shirt over your horns like a makeshift roof for 24/7 shade. Some part of Gamzee is aware that he must look ridiculous, but he doesn't really care because holy shit Tavros is possibly here and he doesn't know how to deal.

He spots the striped pole and stops, looking around--suddenly uneasy. Nervous. The last memory he has of Tavros is...

Well.

It involves his head, mostly. Not being attached to his body.

Gamzee shakes his head and tries to forget about it.

Kind of.]

[dependabull]

[Tavros spots the approaching figure and is taken back for a bit by its silhouette. That doesn't seem very troll like at all. He relaxes as it gets closer, however, and he realizes it's just Gamzee being Gamzee. That isn't a bad idea, actually, and he has to wonder if his shirt would stretch over his own horns just as well.

Probably not.

He grins, waving an arm so that Gamzee is more likely to notice him.]

[juggalulz]

[He sees Tavros waving and he's super self-concious all at once. He's without a shirt and it's stuck up on his horns. He's got really, REALLY old white makeup on his face that should've probably been removed a long time ago. And of course, there are the scratch marks. And fuck, his head still hurts.

Even with all that, he can't help but smile crooked. Gamzee walks towards him and stops a few feet away.]

...it's really....fuckin' you.

[He steps a bit closer, looking at his neck and his stomach to make sure there's no lingering reminders of....things.]

All up in one big motherfuckin' Tav shaped piece.

Hi.

[dependabull]

[Tavros' relief at seeing a friendly face vanished as soon as he actually saw said face. Gamzee looked... wow. Pretty bad.]

U-uh... yes! It is me. I am Tavros. Standing right, in this spot. Right here.

[He's trying to keep the smile up. It's a little forced now. Those are some nasty claw marks! He only knew of one of them with weapons that would cause them. That meant...]

...Did, uh. Did Vriska do that?

[He points to the marks. She'd stabbed him with his own lance, after all. You never knew!

Step one: blame the spidertroll.]

[juggalulz]

[Tavros looks at his face, and Gamzee goes a little indigo--normally, people wouldn't be able to see it with his makeup caked on, but with it as messy as it is at present, it's obvious. He grabs the shirt off of his horns and quickly wrestles into it, smiling sheepishly once his hair poofs out the top of the shirt. Please don't mind the horn shaped holes at the sides.

It'd be...really easy to just...blame Vriska. He doesn't like her, after all. It makes sense. The bitch deserved it.

But.]

...n-no, brother. Was just...it was fuckin' me. Did it all up and to my own self.

She still ain't no motherfuckin' good, though. There's two of those spidersisters crawlin' around up in this piece. So a motherfucker should stay the fuck away.

[He exhales hard.]

You got no fuckin' clue what's--

Missed the fuck outta you, Tavros. Thought I'd never see a motherfucker again, maybe, you know?