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... )
Yeah. All...get my fuckin' ablution on and shit.
[It's kind of nice, though. Not only hanging out with Tavros, but someone being so kind and...helping him. He tries to remember if things like this happened before everything went dark inside, but everything's all green and foggy. He does remember that Tavros was always sweet to him. He never called him stupid, or made fun of what he believed in, or any of those other things that stoned as fuck Gamzee didn't have the mental capacity to actually care about.
He missed Tavros. A lot. His inner awkwardness at this situation (and not to mention his urge to maybe snap his jaws at Tavros's hand) was being overpowered by how happy he was to see him.]
...it look all up and infected? Had it for a fuckin' while now, so if some motherfuckin' cuts were planning on gettin' my face sick, they probably already woulda finished the fuckin' job by now, probably.
[Gamzee raises his eyes, kind of ashamed.]
...thanks, brother. For being all fuckin'...nice. To a motherfucker.
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But. Uh. They'll make you look, tough! In the sense that, scars make anyone look tough.
[The thanks has him rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.] Ehehe... Well you're my friend, so, it's only what a good friend should do.
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[He doesn't mean that to come out as bitter as it does. It's not like people were staying away from him for no reason, not to mention he was encouraging them to.
Gamzee wipes his hands off on the towel and grabs at his own cheeks. It's been a long time since he didn't have facepaint on.]
Feel all...fuckin' naked, and shit. Like a motherfuckin' threadgoblin up and thieved away a brother's faceclothes.
[He cocks his head to one side.] All the best sidekicks got fuckin' dark and dirty scars, right? That way, evil motherfuckers all look at us and be all like "Fuuuuuck, that motherfucker got some hidden mysteries, maybe."
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Um. I don't know if I can, believe that. But, I'm sorry.
And, yes. You are definitely the best and most, dark and dirty of sidekicks.
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Wouldn't've wanted any other motherfucker but a Tabvro up and help me like this, anyway. [That's a lie. He would have accepted help in this way from Karkat. But Karkat was too nervous to touch him, really.
And Tavros really was the only other one he'd have been so accepting of help from.
...plus, he kind of liked being close to Tavros.
Maybe.]
...there a hive, you know. A fuckin'...trialhive. That Karkat and some troll brothers and sisters all took over and made a big old motherfuckin' base. A brother can get his chill on there to stay, while he's stuck in a motherfucker.
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Is, uh, everyone staying in this hive?
Are you?
[Because there are certain trolls he really would like to avoid sharing a hive with.]
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--a brother can make sure no fuckin' spiders get their creep on into that motherfucker. [He glares at the idea of her, TWO of her, even, and then drops his hands into his lap, clenching his fists.] Ain't gotta worry for nothing, brother. Karkat's there, and he'll keep all them motherfuckers in check, for real.
[Gamzee clears his throat softly.]
...naw. I...a motherfucker all...staying outside of that shit.
[He pauses.]
Keeping fuckin' watch.
[...that sounded better than the truth, anyways.]
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You stand watch, all the time?
Where, uh, do you sleep?
[Gamzee's acting a little different than he's used to, though not necessarily in a bad way, and he's never been easy to read.]
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A motherfucker hangs and chills with his best brothers when he's not outside...peepin' all the fuckin' miracles we got out here.
[When we aren't painting pictures.
Gamzee doesn't like lying to Tavros, but he doesn't feel all that bad about it, either. Doesn't he deserve one troll that doesn't know? That isn't scared of him? Don't the highest motherfucker on the bloodchain deserve a motherfucker to hang the fuck out with? All those other bitches with their friends and their moirails and their matesprits and even their motherfucking lusus--
He was getting worked up, and he didn't mean to. Gamzee takes a few deep breaths and pretends that Karkat is in the other room. Or maybe right next to him, even.
Gamzee makes an effort to put a dopey smile on his face, maybe the kind of smile Tavros was used to.]
...could maybe...fuckin' hang out there, or some shit. If a Tavbro wanted, or whatever the fuck.
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I wouldn't mind hanging out, I think.
I can, uh, catch up with some of the others, later.
[Though he isn't sure there are many he wouldn't be mildly embarrassed to see after his failure against Vriska. Kanaya would probably be at least a little understanding. She was always reasonable.]
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Alright, yeah! Motherfuckers can...check out all these motherfuckin' hives and see what's lurking up in some motherfuckin' brambleweeds! But I guess it's up to a brother, since he all fuckin' actin' in the lead, herowise.
[He pauses.]
You should probably snatch up a hat.
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[A lot of these hats seem rather silly, but they could also be fun. Gamzee obviously doesn't care how he looks in them, so why should he?
Most appear to be variations on a theme, but he snatches a smaller one that's a bit rounder (bowler-like) and plops it on his head. His horns won't keep it secure like Gamzee's will, but hopefully it won't fall off too much.]
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All up and--
[--cute as a motherfucker. Normally, he'd say that shit out loud, and not even think anything bad of it. He still wasn't sure why it wasn't okay to say...why it wasn't okay to say what you were thinking all the time. Gamzee liked talking. Felt like he had way more words in him then he did before...or maybe the same amount of words, but different ones. And it was really odd, being around Tavros, so relatively fresh off the heels of his most recent...delusion. A delusion which involved a whole LOT of conversations with Tavros himself, even though Tavros wasn't exactly...present...for them.
Present in mind, anyways.]
All up and strict as a motherfucker. Gettin' your motherfuckin' starring role on. Look like one of them...that brother with the snap-rope, running away from them big old rolling rocks. [Didn't Aradia like someone like that? Gamzee can't really remember.]
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[This isn't exactly the look Tavros had been going for, but it's not a bad look, either. He adjusts the hat some]
Do you, think we're ready to, uh, take on the town?
[What there actually is to take on, he's not sure.]
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[Gamzee adjusts his hat too, just because Tavros did, and maybe he needed to. It's hard to adjust your hat when it's horrifically squished. His fussing only serves to make it look even more ridiculous.]
Ready to take this motherfuckin' town on like it owe us a shitload of fuckin' boondollars.
Uh.
Where all you wanna start..?
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[This is a good question. He doesn't know his way around this town at all, or what can actually be found in it.]
I thought... maybe we could just, uh, you know. Start wherever.
Because, we're going to own all of it eventually, right?
[Yeah, that's the more badass way of saying he has no clue. That's acceptable.]
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