Video in teal | Dated to earlier this afternoon
[Nothing but a black empty room is on screen for about five seconds.
Then the view switches to a toothy yet thin smile. The scars, the small amount of purple blood trickling down from the mouth, and the white makeup against gray skin are more than enough to tell that it's Gamzee.
Gamzee who is now opening his mouth and saying in what would be a joyful tone if not for the biting hiss in it:]
You motherfuckin' know what's at being wicked funny? Motherfuckers who think they can get at touching what's at being close to your ownself without getting at paying. Them same motherfuckers are easy to motherfuckin' all a joke played on them, though.
[The view zooms out as Gamzee moves, there's flecks of teal on his hand.]
Mostly because they think they're on knowing all of what's up at with the world and it turns out they're not in knowing what wicked shit they're needing.
She should motherfuckin' have gotten in at her thinkpan how not to fall at tricks, but she did.
[Gamzee's out of frame and in it instead is a crumpled mess of teal blood covering, soaking even, the crumpled form of Terezi Pyrope. The pooling of that same blood beneath her isn't a good thing.
What is noticeable on camera, and is fortunately not noticeable to Gamzee, is that the form seems to still be breathing just ever so slightly.
As Gamzee speaks again his voice grows more serious, as dark as the MAC's basement that they're in.]
Next motherfucker who gets at attacking Eridan gets motherfuckin' worse than this wicked shit.
[OOC: Gamzee's going to be gone before anyone gets there and Terezi will live thanks to Tavros and company.]
Then the view switches to a toothy yet thin smile. The scars, the small amount of purple blood trickling down from the mouth, and the white makeup against gray skin are more than enough to tell that it's Gamzee.
Gamzee who is now opening his mouth and saying in what would be a joyful tone if not for the biting hiss in it:]
You motherfuckin' know what's at being wicked funny? Motherfuckers who think they can get at touching what's at being close to your ownself without getting at paying. Them same motherfuckers are easy to motherfuckin' all a joke played on them, though.
[The view zooms out as Gamzee moves, there's flecks of teal on his hand.]
Mostly because they think they're on knowing all of what's up at with the world and it turns out they're not in knowing what wicked shit they're needing.
She should motherfuckin' have gotten in at her thinkpan how not to fall at tricks, but she did.
[Gamzee's out of frame and in it instead is a crumpled mess of teal blood covering, soaking even, the crumpled form of Terezi Pyrope. The pooling of that same blood beneath her isn't a good thing.
What is noticeable on camera, and is fortunately not noticeable to Gamzee, is that the form seems to still be breathing just ever so slightly.
As Gamzee speaks again his voice grows more serious, as dark as the MAC's basement that they're in.]
Next motherfucker who gets at attacking Eridan gets motherfuckin' worse than this wicked shit.
[OOC: Gamzee's going to be gone before anyone gets there and Terezi will live thanks to Tavros and company.]