ENVIRONMENT CHANGE -- FINAL BATTLES LOG (PRE-DATED)

[rubycitymods]

Who: Anyone and everyone + various NPCS. Please tag your characters in when you comment!
What: The illusion of the storybook town is crumbling to pieces! And violence is erupting.
When: Wednesday Afternoon -- Night (log is pre-dated)
Where: All about the City
Warnings: PG-13/R if there is violence.
Status: [In Progress]

Comments

[mirthfulness]

[Gamzee is running on auto-pilot.

It's not the good sort of auto-pilot, either - the one that takes over and leaves you flying straight and true toward your destination with few worries until you have to land. This auto-pilot is broken, sending the plane into a spin and the inevitable crash and burn.

He's not sober, but he's sleep deprived. Going out for a walk earlier had proven to be a bad idea, as he'd done nothing but run across creatures out for his indigo blood, the color of which now ran down his arms. He now walks vacantly toward the castle without thinking, his footsteps steady but slow and his clubs hanging at his side.

The troll is ready to kill the next thing that he comes across, friend or enemy.]

[bentbowarcher]

[Equius falls into line behind Gamzee, soaked with blue and red blood and sweat, his glasses long since lost in the fighting. He hadn't intended to get involved, initially, but after having been jumped by several heavily armed dwarves, well...

After the first death, it was really hard not to just throw himself at everything that moved. Everything that wasn't Alternian, anyway. It got harder and harder with every punch he threw, taking out hominids with barely any effort. Rage built slowly, patheticness of his ever growing number of opponents wearing steadily on his nerves. If he was going to do this, if he was going to fight, he wanted an all-out death match, worthy of someone with his exceptional abilities.

He didn't know if following Gamzee would take him to that level of an encounter, but even if it didn't, there would be great honor to be had in attending the Highblood in battle.]

[mirthfulness]

[The presence of the other is acknowledged. In the back of his mind, Gamzee registers the blueblood as an ally. He's spared any attack for the moment.

He turns his head slightly, giving Equius a blank stare to let him know he's aware he's being followed, then turns back and continues to walk.]

You're bleedin', motherfucker.

[bentbowarcher]

Tis but a scratch, Highb100d. You are bleeding as well.

[And it's beautiful. Everything about Gamzee right now fits into the ideal he'd built in his head since his youth. All he needed was a few more splashes of vibrantly colored blood, and he'd be perfect.]

[mirthfulness]

[Gamzee glances down. The indigo has dripped down to merge with the red on his clubs, and for a moment his thoughts mirror Equius's There isn't enough color.

He could so easily add the blue... but he's just sane enough that he refrains from it with the logic that an extra pair of eyes will be helpful and the blueblood is a strong motherfucker. He doesn't need the help, but he won't deny it for now.

The blue will be added later.]

Everyone'll bleed before it's over.

[bentbowarcher]

[A shudder runs down his spine at the words, a wicked grin curling his lips. If only he knew what direction Gamzee's thoughts were going. He'd gladly offer his blood however the clown wanted it.]

[But such actions would not be helpful now. Instead, he cracks his neck and his knuckles, then stretches his arms over his head, preparing for the next fight]

I eagerly await the occasion, Highblood. We shall paint the city with mirth.