Symphony of Destruction.
Who: Karkat, Gamzee, Kanaya, Terezi
When: A few hours after sunset, day after the interrogation
Where: Secluded store somewhere in the city
Rating: R.
Summary: The hoofbeast excrement hits the fan.
(( OOC Stuff:
For the sake of clarity, let's just say after the interrogation, Gamzee and Karkat went to retire back at the convenience store where his bitchtits hornpile is. The girls know where they are-- they were even given directions there.
Kanaya, obviously, can see what's happening in this log-- her punishment revolves around it, after all!
Terezi's veil-world is just a backdrop; she can see what's happening here as well.
There will be no particular post order; be prepared to read lots of Karkat/Gamzee because the both of us have roughly decided what we want to happen, and this will be our thread to play out that idea. Things are going to probably be pretty random and hectic-- hopefully no one cuts the other off! XD
Oh, and I don't think they can see each other's delusions, so... Uh. It's probably gonna look like they're reacting to nothing, lmfao.
To Ky & Glass: Feel free to jump in wherever!! I know we can be a little quick/overwhelming so if you want us to shut up for a minute so you can post something, don't be afraid to reply and say that! XD Also, of course, there's no /requirement/ for you to participate in this at all, and if you do choose to participate, you don't have to have your character stay here the full length of the punishment! You can go create an open post in _rpg, start tagging, or do anything you want! I just figured this would be a kinda cool way for Kanaya in particular to play out at least part of her punishment.
To Glass: Karkat is probably going to be pretty confused by Terezi number 2 after he finds his imagination-Terezi's dead body! Ahaha XD
Also, this is going to be past tense, "quotations around speech" prose style. ))
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Karkat, unfortunately, went to sleep that night.
In his dreams, the first thing he felt was the cool breeze of beach air brushing against his cheeks and shuffling through his hair, tossing it this way and that. He sipped in a breath of it and stood up to his feet. It was not an immediate action; he felt no need to scramble. He was oddly at peace to begin with. It felt like just another dream, but... The only way to describe it was 'surreal'. He could tell his hands were there, his feet were there, his thinkpan was there. He existed, but to what extent? His thinkpan felt all fuzzy, like it was trying to alert him that there was something amiss. When he stood up, he finally opened up his eyes fully and got a good look at his surroundings.
There was warm sand in between his toes, sea air being circulated through his breath bulbs. The only sound was the waves crashing against his thin ears. With a bit of curiosity, he made his way over to the edge of the shore and picked up one of the still crabs. He examined it with interest, moving it in between his fingers, watching its little legs scurry in a desperate attempt to get away. The only time he'd recalled seeing scenery like that was when he had visited Gamzee's place. Gamzee-- Karkat gave a few glances around for the clown. He saw him sleeping in the sand a few feet away from him. He looked like he was having a nice sleep, so he decided not to disturb him. He took another deep breath, enjoying himself momentarily.
Then suddenly, silence.
It was deafening. After a few seconds of staring out at the sea, the slight sense of peace he'd felt was robbed away from him. He swallowed down and let the crab drop, staring out at the sea. There was an overwhelming sense of dread creeping up from somewhere in his body. It was strangely familiar; he didn't know where he'd felt it before, but it all felt like one big giant deja vu.
Karkat debated with himself for a second and then finally turned around.
When he woke, he jolted up. He was breathing so hard he could barely hear himself think, and he was sweating as hard as Equius. There were a few glances given around the room. It was just the darkness, just the pile. The pile still had the same things as before: his crab weapon (strange-- maybe that's where the dream came from?), the horns, another one of Gamzee's clubs. Somehow, that feeling of dread that had been so prevalent in his dream stalked him back to his conscious level and he couldn't get the dream off his mind. He remembered every single little part, except for the very end. What had happened? He started having an inner monologue with himself.
The cancer was distracted by an unfamiliar part of the scenery. It was in a strange shape; something he'd never seen before. He stood up and went over to examine it with a tilted head. It wasn't anything he'd ever seen... and it smelled so foul. Almost like a rotting body. What could it have been? When he approached it, something started to become familiar: red glasses. Red. Fucking. Glasses. The feeling of horror compounded upon itself inside of his chest until he thought he could burst.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he saw that it was Terezi's body. Limp and lifeless, impaled right through the stomach, pinned to the wall like some rag doll. The blood didn't seem to stop, no matter how much came out. It was just pooling underneath Terezi, who seemed to defy gravity. Whoever did this was stronger than anyone he'd ever known, and possibly more merciless. The same deafening silence from before came back to haunt him. His thinkpan just sort of failed for a second, until it caught up and he realized exactly what he was looking at. He let out a yell and hurried over to her lifeless body, yanking out the object and watching as her body slumped to the ground. Karkat couldn't vocalize; his vocal chords were on strike, too. The only thing that he could do was cry out every so often and sort of hunch over her body.
It didn't take him long to start denying it. He started to shake her by the shoulders aggressively, candy red tears welling up in his eyes. He shook her a few more times, giving another yell. He was yelling at her body-- telling her to wake up, wake up, wake up.
And then his thinkpan made another connection: this was all his fault.
Karkat was their leader. He was the one they looked to when they were troubled; the one they trusted. There was no getting around the fact that he'd failed.
OH GOD.
OH SHIT.
OH GODDDD.
NOT TEREZI.
...
FAILURE!
FUCKING FAILURE.
GUESS WHOSE FAULT THIS IS?
THAT'S RIGHT-- YOURS!
YOU COULDN'T KEEP THEM SAFE?
HOW FUCKING PATHETIC.
LOOK AT YOU.
QUIT CRYING!
YOU DON'T DESERVE TO CRY, YOU PATHETIC WASTE OF AIR!
YOU CAUSED THIS.
THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT.
Karkat's hand came to his head to rub it, trying to get those thoughts to go away. The more he willed them away, the quicker and more aggressively they came. It seemed like no amount of banging his head against the wall was going to bring Terezi back.
YOU HAD TO BE SO FUCKING JEALOUS, DIDN'T YOU?
YOUR LAST CONVERSATION TOGETHER--
ALL ABOUT DAVE.
DAVE THIS, DAVE THAT.
YOU COULDN'T JUST BE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU HAD.
NOW SHE'S GONE FOR FUCKING GOOD.
AND IT'S YOUR FAULT.
Karkat paused for a moment. Were there more casualties that he didn't know about? A glance back towards Gamzee confirmed that he was okay, as far as he knew. He was barely handling Terezi, how could he handle anyone else--
His tears came more aggressively at that point; he was shaking. All he had to do was not be a fuck up, and he couldn't even manage that much. Now he was holding one of his limp best friends in his arms, unable to do anything about it. He couldn't go into the past and change it. He had to live with the consequences of his inability, lying right there in his shivering arms. The tears dripped from his chin down to her body, mixing in with the blood.
GOOD JOB, "LEADER".
CANCER.
When: A few hours after sunset, day after the interrogation
Where: Secluded store somewhere in the city
Rating: R.
Summary: The hoofbeast excrement hits the fan.
(( OOC Stuff:
For the sake of clarity, let's just say after the interrogation, Gamzee and Karkat went to retire back at the convenience store where his bitchtits hornpile is. The girls know where they are-- they were even given directions there.
Kanaya, obviously, can see what's happening in this log-- her punishment revolves around it, after all!
Terezi's veil-world is just a backdrop; she can see what's happening here as well.
There will be no particular post order; be prepared to read lots of Karkat/Gamzee because the both of us have roughly decided what we want to happen, and this will be our thread to play out that idea. Things are going to probably be pretty random and hectic-- hopefully no one cuts the other off! XD
Oh, and I don't think they can see each other's delusions, so... Uh. It's probably gonna look like they're reacting to nothing, lmfao.
To Ky & Glass: Feel free to jump in wherever!! I know we can be a little quick/overwhelming so if you want us to shut up for a minute so you can post something, don't be afraid to reply and say that! XD Also, of course, there's no /requirement/ for you to participate in this at all, and if you do choose to participate, you don't have to have your character stay here the full length of the punishment! You can go create an open post in _rpg, start tagging, or do anything you want! I just figured this would be a kinda cool way for Kanaya in particular to play out at least part of her punishment.
To Glass: Karkat is probably going to be pretty confused by Terezi number 2 after he finds his imagination-Terezi's dead body! Ahaha XD
Also, this is going to be past tense, "quotations around speech" prose style. ))
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Karkat, unfortunately, went to sleep that night.
In his dreams, the first thing he felt was the cool breeze of beach air brushing against his cheeks and shuffling through his hair, tossing it this way and that. He sipped in a breath of it and stood up to his feet. It was not an immediate action; he felt no need to scramble. He was oddly at peace to begin with. It felt like just another dream, but... The only way to describe it was 'surreal'. He could tell his hands were there, his feet were there, his thinkpan was there. He existed, but to what extent? His thinkpan felt all fuzzy, like it was trying to alert him that there was something amiss. When he stood up, he finally opened up his eyes fully and got a good look at his surroundings.
There was warm sand in between his toes, sea air being circulated through his breath bulbs. The only sound was the waves crashing against his thin ears. With a bit of curiosity, he made his way over to the edge of the shore and picked up one of the still crabs. He examined it with interest, moving it in between his fingers, watching its little legs scurry in a desperate attempt to get away. The only time he'd recalled seeing scenery like that was when he had visited Gamzee's place. Gamzee-- Karkat gave a few glances around for the clown. He saw him sleeping in the sand a few feet away from him. He looked like he was having a nice sleep, so he decided not to disturb him. He took another deep breath, enjoying himself momentarily.
Then suddenly, silence.
It was deafening. After a few seconds of staring out at the sea, the slight sense of peace he'd felt was robbed away from him. He swallowed down and let the crab drop, staring out at the sea. There was an overwhelming sense of dread creeping up from somewhere in his body. It was strangely familiar; he didn't know where he'd felt it before, but it all felt like one big giant deja vu.
Karkat debated with himself for a second and then finally turned around.
When he woke, he jolted up. He was breathing so hard he could barely hear himself think, and he was sweating as hard as Equius. There were a few glances given around the room. It was just the darkness, just the pile. The pile still had the same things as before: his crab weapon (strange-- maybe that's where the dream came from?), the horns, another one of Gamzee's clubs. Somehow, that feeling of dread that had been so prevalent in his dream stalked him back to his conscious level and he couldn't get the dream off his mind. He remembered every single little part, except for the very end. What had happened? He started having an inner monologue with himself.
The cancer was distracted by an unfamiliar part of the scenery. It was in a strange shape; something he'd never seen before. He stood up and went over to examine it with a tilted head. It wasn't anything he'd ever seen... and it smelled so foul. Almost like a rotting body. What could it have been? When he approached it, something started to become familiar: red glasses. Red. Fucking. Glasses. The feeling of horror compounded upon itself inside of his chest until he thought he could burst.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he saw that it was Terezi's body. Limp and lifeless, impaled right through the stomach, pinned to the wall like some rag doll. The blood didn't seem to stop, no matter how much came out. It was just pooling underneath Terezi, who seemed to defy gravity. Whoever did this was stronger than anyone he'd ever known, and possibly more merciless. The same deafening silence from before came back to haunt him. His thinkpan just sort of failed for a second, until it caught up and he realized exactly what he was looking at. He let out a yell and hurried over to her lifeless body, yanking out the object and watching as her body slumped to the ground. Karkat couldn't vocalize; his vocal chords were on strike, too. The only thing that he could do was cry out every so often and sort of hunch over her body.
It didn't take him long to start denying it. He started to shake her by the shoulders aggressively, candy red tears welling up in his eyes. He shook her a few more times, giving another yell. He was yelling at her body-- telling her to wake up, wake up, wake up.
And then his thinkpan made another connection: this was all his fault.
Karkat was their leader. He was the one they looked to when they were troubled; the one they trusted. There was no getting around the fact that he'd failed.
OH GOD.
OH SHIT.
OH GODDDD.
NOT TEREZI.
...
FAILURE!
FUCKING FAILURE.
GUESS WHOSE FAULT THIS IS?
THAT'S RIGHT-- YOURS!
YOU COULDN'T KEEP THEM SAFE?
HOW FUCKING PATHETIC.
LOOK AT YOU.
QUIT CRYING!
YOU DON'T DESERVE TO CRY, YOU PATHETIC WASTE OF AIR!
YOU CAUSED THIS.
THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT.
Karkat's hand came to his head to rub it, trying to get those thoughts to go away. The more he willed them away, the quicker and more aggressively they came. It seemed like no amount of banging his head against the wall was going to bring Terezi back.
YOU HAD TO BE SO FUCKING JEALOUS, DIDN'T YOU?
YOUR LAST CONVERSATION TOGETHER--
ALL ABOUT DAVE.
DAVE THIS, DAVE THAT.
YOU COULDN'T JUST BE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU HAD.
NOW SHE'S GONE FOR FUCKING GOOD.
AND IT'S YOUR FAULT.
Karkat paused for a moment. Were there more casualties that he didn't know about? A glance back towards Gamzee confirmed that he was okay, as far as he knew. He was barely handling Terezi, how could he handle anyone else--
His tears came more aggressively at that point; he was shaking. All he had to do was not be a fuck up, and he couldn't even manage that much. Now he was holding one of his limp best friends in his arms, unable to do anything about it. He couldn't go into the past and change it. He had to live with the consequences of his inability, lying right there in his shivering arms. The tears dripped from his chin down to her body, mixing in with the blood.
GOOD JOB, "LEADER".
CANCER.