Hope's End Guest Post: Day 2
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, ( Read more... )
All guest characters arrived in Hope’s End with a communicator that resembles a Blackberry. These have text, ( Read more... )
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,
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[He frowns, trying to reason out why the other troll might have harmed himself.
And two of Vriska. Why???]
You're, uh... You're okay now, though, right? You won't do that to yourself any more? Are you sure she, didn't mind control you into it?
[Really, he has enough to worry about right now without adding Gamzee to the list. The other troll does seem a little more coherent than usual, if nothing else.]
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And no motherfucker can crack my safetybox, brother. Only waves crashin' up against this motherfuckin' brainbeach are mine.
[...hopefully.
He shuffles his feet a little. Oh, there's a rock. Just gonna kick that to the side.]
A brother wanna kick it, maybe? Could all play...explorers, and shit, in all these fuckin' hives. And maybe try to get my preach on about what the fuck's going on up in here.
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Gamzee looks kind of down, too, and that just seems wrong, so Tavros does his best to smile encouragingly.]
That would be, an acceptable past-time. Yes.
If this town is empty and, in need of exploration, then we should, uh, get our explore on.
...Though, I hope, too much dirt doesn't get in my legs. [ }:( ]
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--saw some fuckin' hive that motherfuckers were all up in that had shirts and pants and shit. Maybe we can...get down with borrowin' some fuckin' threads for a brother. Besides, my bluest motherfucker Equius is here too, and he could work them hardware metal-miracles and fix you up, maybe.
[Gamzee bounces a little on the balls of his feet, full of nervous energy. This is the first time anyone's wanted to be around him in weeks, and wasn't scared of him--even a little--and granted, it was probably because he had no clue about all the horrible things that Gamzee did. But. Still. He can't help but flash a goofy smile.
And before he thinks better of it, he lurches forward and hugs him.
It's brief (because even though he's learning and trying to control it, he still feels the thing that wants blood who's clawing at the back of his mind), and when he pulls away he smiles wider before motioning for Tavros to follow him.]
Let's do this motherfuckin' shit!
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[If they would even stay on his hips now... Maybe some buckles over the shoulders?
Harware miracles with Equius is something he'd like to avoid if at all possible. He's grateful to the other troll and all, but... He's just a little on the creepy side. And as much as he likes Gamzee, being stuck anywhere with just those two looking over him while working on his legs would be... yeah.
Gamzee is acting pretty sweet, though. It's nice. He can take this over being weirdly hit on --
Oh, hugs. Hugs are okay. He can do hugs. Though he freezes up a bit because he's not used to them, at least not in any normal situation.]
U-uh, okay!
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Instead, he just walks with Tavros and smiles. Luckily, the general store isn't too far away.]
So...fuckin' good news central? You all up and alive as a motherfuck, and so is...fuckin' everyone. [Did any other trolls die before Tavros? He can't really remember.] Plus we in a motherfuckin' color-happy heat planet, which is all kinds of wicked. Now, like--
[Gamzee opens the door to the general store and peeks in, pleased that no one else seems to be wandering the aisles at the moment, before keeping the door open for his friend.] Bad news express? We up in some kinda...well ( ... )
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So, I guess you could say it doesn't really, gel, with me either.
[There's less traction on the floor in here, so he's careful not to slip up while checking out what's in stock.]
Is there, anything else you need? We should, uh, get you some water, too. For your face. And, for us to drink.
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[Gamzee pokes at a cowboy hat before shoving it between his horns onto his head, and it squishes to fit. Then, he looks through some of the racks of clothes and finds a pair of cow-patterned chaps--not that he knows they're chaps--and holds them up for Tavros.] Something like this for a motherfucker, maybe? All got some white and black speckle spots, and got some fuckin' buckles, too.
...uhhh.
[He screws his face up in thought, genuinely confused. He hadn't even thought to wash his face, in the last few weeks.]
...for my face..?
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U-uh. I think, I could go for, something a little more, eheh, simple?
[Oh gosh. Why is he letting Gamzee dress him?]
But, um, yes! No offense, but... your face is kind of a mess. And, well, it could get infected, I think, if you don't clean it up properly.
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[He pulls up a similar pair that are all black.] How 'bout these? All dark and shit like a big bad motherfucker. All cool and shit.
[One hand goes to his cheek when he mentions it. Gamzee didn't really have a lusus that was around, really much at all, and definitely not enough to teach him things regarding what to do when you hurt yourself. Embarrassed, he rubs at the cuts, a little--which probably also was a no-no.] Oh. Didn't really--
--a motherfucker didn't really fuckin' give a real think to that kinda thing.
There's probably some back in that...fuckin' washing block or something.
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Haha, okay. I will be, the big bad motherfucker, and, you can be my sidekick. [He grins a toothy grin and begins trying to get the pants on. It's not surprising that they aren't exactly the right size, but it's nothing he can't live with. He'll just have to make some adjustments...
He eventually ends up on the floor, as dressing with these new legs is difficult.]
Then that will be, uh, where we go next!
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You got that shit fuckin' covered, brother? Can always get my motherfuckin' help on.
[He quirks an eyebrow at a cow-print vest...that has fringe...and almost reaches for it, but stops himself. For reasons. He decides to scratch at his cuts.]
Ready when a brother is.
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...I guess the back area is, in the back. [So he starts heading toward what looks to be the back of the store.]
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[He's pretty calm around Tavros, which he's kind of surprised about. And at the same time, there's something growling and angry and fucked up and hating Tavros, hating him a lot--which he's also kind of surprised about. But he's not actively trying to hurt him, or even actively thinking about it in detail...and that's a relief. He smiles and nods, following Tavros into the bathroom and fiddling with his squished cowboy hat.
There's no mirror in here, which he's almost grateful for.]
...a brother's face really looks up and that fuckin' bad..?
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But, don't worry! I don't think it will be, very hard to get cleaned up.
[Maybe they could even find him some fresh paint while they were here.]
...I hope I haven't, made you feel bad by telling you that.
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