Spreading a Little Terror | First level, west side or second level

[makaracles]

[Even the most stable of people couldn't be expected to handle what Gamzee's had to deal with for the past few weeks and come out of it calm and sane, and Gamzee has never been really anchored in reality as it is. A few days of being chased by wraiths, finding out he'd attacked his moirail and hurt him badly, and then a week of being terrorized by

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First level because Asato still doesn't get the second level at allll

[walksonrooftops]

[The ribika is just trotting down the street as night falls, equally comfortable in the dark as he is in the light of daytime. Out of instinct and respect for the strict rules of his village still engraved in his brain, he hides his presence, stifling his energy, calming his thoughts, silencing and softening his footsteps. He moves through the streets like a ghost now, though he doesn't even realize he's doing it

[makaracles]

[The tall troll's head snaps toward the voice, his head cocking to one side as he sees the other male emerge from the shadows. His lips spread in a wide, toothy grin that is not even a little bit friendly or sweet.]

We're nocturnal, motherfucker. [His voice is soft, and he croons the words out, spinning a juggling club between his fingers before reaching out to pluck a strawberry from the bag.]

[walksonrooftops]

Ah.

[That grin makes him nervous. He can definitely tell something's amiss.]

Gamzee looks a little sick. Is there something upsetting him?

[makaracles]

[The berry's gone in one bite, and Gamzee licks the red juice from his lips.] Sick? Siiiiick ... what all do you mean by that? Maybe it's you what's getting their motherfuckin' illness on. YOU NEED A MOTHERFUCKIN' PHYSICIAN!

[The last is barked, with a loud honking laugh, and then Gamzee does a thing ... hell, he's not even sure he knows how he's doing it, but he reaches out for the ribika's mind and-

Asato might be feeling a little funny himself now. A little warm. Like there's something wrong with his blood, as though it's heating up somehow, fizzing and popping with a dark need to change.]

fiiiiirst level

[truthvalue]

[Souji has no idea what he's about to get himself into. He's out exploring the city, as he usually spends his days since he's been here, and he recognizes Gamzee from their previous conversation. So he stops, and offers his customary friendly smile.]

Oh ... hello.

[makaracles]

[Gamzee smiles back, wide and toothy, when he spies the young human, and pulls up short. He rubs his club against the back of his neck as he looks the smaller boy up and down, in a way that would probably be lascivious in someone who had, say, ever experienced sex before. On Gamzee, though, it just looks sort of hungry.]

Hey there, motherfucker. [His voice is soft, almost a purr.]

[truthvalue]

[Souji remembers their last encounter had been ... well, "odd" is kind of putting it lightly. So he's not terribly taken aback by Gamzee's equally odd but different greeting this time. He nods in acknowledgment.]

It was ... Gamzee, right?

[makaracles]

Right on, bro. What be you doing out all so late for little pink monkeys? [It is late, or getting to it. Far too late for, say, children to be playing ... but as Gamzee says it, a childish laugh can be heard from somewhere down the street, maybe around the corner. A little girl's laugh, high and sweet.]

Nightmare time! First level

[bloody_pens]

[As always, after a long day of exploring and foraging, Castle returned to the little home he'd made for himself inside a building- he'd hung a hammock up to sleep in and was slowly beginning to gather possessions. It wasn't his loft, but it would do for now.

The hammock felt nice and comfy, and he fell asleep almost immediately, dreaming about him and Alexis exploring the museum.]

[makaracles]

[Gamzee doesn't actually have a lot of control over his genetic ability to screw with people's heads, at least not yet, but dreams are something he just naturally can twist. And in his agitated state, he does just that, seeking out the people he's seen, met, touched before.

In the dream, Castle's daughter laughs as she moves away from her father, wanting to explore even deeper into the museum.]

Hey, I don't remember this door being here ... didn't we already come this way?

[She's somehow gotten a whole room away in the blink of an eye, and he can see her ahead, but the glint of her fiery hair seems to be blotted out by something ... dark. A shadow falling over her, though there's nothing to cast it.

She can't open that door, she can't. There's something bad behind it, Castle will be able to feel that on a bone deep level.]

[bloody_pens]

[Castle laughs, too, chasing after his daughter- until she gets away from him. Frowning, he runs to catch up with her, but doesn't seem to be able to- and now, there's a shadow, not unlike the ones he'd hallucinated before that big wave of SOMETHING that had knocked him out.]

Alexis! Wait up! Don't open that door, we can't go that way.

[makaracles]

[She glances at him, her hand on the doorknob, and then her hand turns ... and the door opens, and she's not looking at him any more, she's looking down at something.]

No, it's fine, see, it's open! I'm just going to take a look ...

[And before he can get there she's slipped through the door, leaving it hanging open, gaping like a maw.]

First level

[classycriminal]

[Joker has been looking for this kid specifically. He remembered his last run in with him and it had been pretty entertaining. However, this was not for entertainment. He planned for this meeting to be all business! Of course, he was not very good at plans; he actually hated them. So he was sure it would veer off into something that wasn't business anyway.

It wasn't hard to spot the tall troll with the even taller horns. He'd noticed that his makeup was a little off from before. It was a bit of an improvement though.

He greeted him curtly.]

Makara.

[makaracles]

[Ohhhh, it's this guy. THE BLASPHEMER. Not quite as bad as the human Dave, but still, he'd mocked. Gamzee had thought maybe he was a friend, BUT IT'S MOTHERFUCKING CLEAR THAT AIN'T SO. Still, he smiles, wide and welcoming and all teeth.]

Well, if it ain't the little HUMAN MOTHERFUCKIN' WANNABE.

[classycriminal]

Hmm? What's that?

[He seems amused at his anger.]

[makaracles]

C'mere, pinky, I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING.

First level

[chained_past]

[Yomiel has been walking around, trying to ignore the things he's seeing and... not seeing. Things don't feel right here... but they haven't been right for the last ten years.]

[He tries to ignore them, and leans against the wall of a building. He's tired, but he can't rest, and he just closes his eyes for a few moments to try to think of nothing.]

[makaracles]

[As Yomiel closes his eyes, he can hear a faint noise, getting louder as it approaches. It's a soft 'smack' of something wooden hitting flesh, as Gamzee throws his clubs spinning into the air and then catches them while he meanders along.]

[chained_past]

[That's a strange sound, and he opens his eyes... huh. Isn't that... yeah. He's seen those guys around on the second level a little, but he hasn't really talked to them. He'll watch Gamzee from behind his glasses, trying to ignore the creeping feeling that he's getting from the guy.]

[makaracles]

[That creeping feeling may be getting stronger, when Gamzee turns to look at the human. His orange eyes are shadowed and strange as he meets the gaze of the human's, even behind the dark glasses, and he grins suddenly, wide and toothy, slowing to a halt as he stares at the other man.]