[first level]

[inflictedknight]

[Karkat is standing on the sidewalk, leaning against a wall, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It wasn't entirely unbelievable; so much had happened to him and his crew lately that this was just another wrench in the plan, as far as he saw it

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[grimented]

[By this point Harry's gotten...slightly more used to seeing these other beings with gray skin and horns and pointy teeth. Not entirely, but enough to not reach for his wand at first sight. And this one--man he looks kinda crabby. Harry sees all the things around the new...person, and figures he might as well offer to help, although keeping a good distance between them.]

Drop something?

[But not without some friendly sarcasm.]

[inflictedknight]

[Karkat examines the human with a strange look. Although Harry might have gotten used to seeing trolls, this was the first time Karkat had ever seen a human in person, so naturally he takes a few seconds to just examine him over.

Naturally, he mentally compares himself to him. Differences, similarities. Of course, there are more differences than similarities, though perhaps that is just in his mind.

His brows furrow in consideration. Karkat is pretty sarcastic himself... The other trolls have pointed out it's a kind of human trait. As much as Karkat hates to admit it, he's probably the most human out of all of his species who he presumed was currently wandering around this new place.]

What? You mean all this shit? It ejected itself out of my sylladex when I got magically fucking transported here.

[Karkat waves his arms in irritation when he says 'magically transported'. There's more than a hint of bitterness in his voice, and his use of the word 'magic' is in disbelieving anger, rather than the use that Harry probably associates

[grimented]

[Harry's used to magic being referred in that sort of tone, and it's more often drowned in pure hatredanger in the Dursley household. And for a moment he's taken aback by Karkat's language, so vulgar! He's pretty sure he may have heard "fuck" only once in his life.]

Your sylladex? [All...right, then.] Can't you put it all back in there, then, if you got it in in the first place?

[Harry has yet to be introduced to Hermione's wonderful bag of endlessness, so he sounds excited to possibly learn about something new.]

[inflictedknight]

Great fucking idea, I don't know why I didn't think of it! Thank God you're here, Captain Obvious.

[Karkat rolls his eyes for a second, wrapping his arms across his chest.]

I already tried that. My husktop doesn't seem to be working either, so I think any technology doesn't work. I don't know though because I haven't ran into anyone with the same problem. It could just be troll technology shitting itself.

[grimented]

[He'll return your eyeroll with an eyeroll. He makes at his r00dness, however, but isn't too irritated by it.]

I wouldn't know, either. I don't own any. [BUT MAGIC WORK hence that smug tone and small smile. It's not that he thinks he's better off or something, just...well, okay, he's pretty damn glad nothing he needs is broken.]

So what are you going to do with that lot?

[inflictedknight]

[Karkat looks down at his stuff and shrugs. It isn't too much, but what is there is kind of weird. His sickle, a sopor pie, his non-functional husktop, a few romantic comedy movies-- which he is trying to keep hidden.]

I'm trying to find some place to hide from the sun and camp out.

[grimented]

[Harry is slightly concerned about the sickle being out in the open, but so long as it's not being held, he suspects it won't do him harm. And...hiding from the sun...dark hair, pointy teeth, human-like appearance, other oddities...Harry has it.]

You're a vampire?

[Now that he's said it, it sounds ridiculous, but, well, can't take it back. Also vampires normally have pale skin in the stories, so...he really should have thought about that before blurting something out whoops.]

[inflictedknight]

[Karkat doesn't seem like he's going to be attacking anyone any time soon. In fact, he's actually a pretty shitty excuse for a troll in that aspect. Because of his low blood caste, he doesn't feel nearly as murderous as the others.]

Whatever a vampire is, I'm not it. I'm a troll. Fuck, did no one school feed you?

[He's beginning to become startled at the amount of people who seem taken aback or just plain out not knowledgable about his species.]

[grimented]

[Harry's legitimately embarrassed, and he can feel himself blushing from it. Good Merlin he needs to think before he speaks sometimes. But--hold on.]

A troll? You?

[ALL THE DISBELIEF. He's battled a troll from his world before, sort of like a 'Welcome to the Wizardry World, Harry' present. He knows them as big, stupid, and, overall, smelly creatures incapable of intelligible speech. This boy looks to be around his age, and while his language may be crass, he seems much less harmless than a 15-foot mountain troll equipped with a small tree for a club.]

[inflictedknight]

Did I stutter? Yes! I'm a troll! What the fuck do I look like! I have fucking troll horns, and troll skin, and what don't you get about that!

[Karkat is starting to throw a bit of a fit at Harry's ignorance.]

[grimented]

[And, by simple impressionable emotions, Harry's temper causes him to snap back.]

I'm not sure what you look like, but trolls on my end looking nothing like you!

[inflictedknight]

On your end? Is that some sort of fucking fantasy world, because I'd hate to live in some stupid human fantasy where trolls aren't the perfect species that we are.

[Of course, Karkat might just be trolling him at this point.]