Jan 27, 2012 23:33
There's a man in a bowler hat and a fur overcoat sitting in a snowbank out back. He's currently looking out at the frozen lake, pistol in hand.
Not much interesting about him except for the fresh, gaping, self-inflicted headwound.
He's a little upset, but botherable.
john mccabe,
karkat vantas,
elrond
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So it is that there is a grey-faced adolescent with nubby but brightly-colored horns, kicking slush out of the worn path out to the forge. He is bundled up in a black corduroy jacket; the Cancer symbol is embroidered in red, which is another thing he's getting used to.
The guy with a hole in his head doesn't get a second look, because Karkat notices the problem on the first one. He can smell blood. "OH WHAT THE FUCK, I UNDERSTAND YOU CAN'T HELP BEING DEAD BUT YOU COULD AT LEAST COVER THAT SHIT UP. SOME OF US JUST ATE." Despite his bluster, his eyes are a little wide, and--it's hard to tell, but his pallor might be a little more pallid.
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"G-get away from me, demon! You ain't takin' me to Hell!"
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"HOLY MOTHER GRUB'S THIRD MICTURATING VESTIGIAL ASSHOLE, WHAT AN IDIOT. I GUESS IT IS HARD TO BLAME YOU WHEN YOU BLEW YOUR FUCKING NEURAL SPONGE OUT ALL OVER THE LAWN."
Karkat has to stop himself gagging at that.
"IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED, YOU CANTANKEROUS BASTARD? DID YOU COP OUT, STUMPWAYS, AND FIND YOURSELF HERE? YOU PROBABLY HAVEN'T GOT THE SLIGHEST CLUE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO YOU, IF THAT'S THE CASE."
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He pulls the trigger and fires.
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McCabe is pretty unsteady, and Karkat is at the top of his echeladder; even a direct hit from an unaugmented pistol would have been unlikely to kill him, even before he started playing the game, and his enhanced gel vitality works in large part by misdirection and good fortune. The bullet punches through the flesh of his arm cleanly, sending a spray of Karkat's mutant red blood all over the snow.
Karkat's first thought is WELL, GOTTA KILL HIM NOW. He is already moving when it sinks in that there is nothing special or noteworthy about having red blood here. He is already in the middle of the fraymotif for disarming the human when he realizes and changes his plans.
He tosses the pistol away over his shoulder, letting the motion carry him forward to tackle McCab and wrap his arms around him and sink the blade that suddenly appears in his hand in the human's back.
Well, he didn't have to change his plans that much.
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This is it, it's happenin' again ... I'd say somethin' like Lord have mercy but it wouldn't do me no good...
He waits for the familiar blurry fade into nothingness. Nothing happens.
McCabe opens his eyes and stands up. He rubs the side of his head - the wound is gone. Karkat is still standing in front of him, blade in hand. "What in the hell?"
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He keeps McCabe pinned down until he begins to calm, making quiet shooosh noises between his clenched fangs. When the human calms down and appears to be waiting for death, Karkat grunts and drags himself off of him, then sags down in the snow on crossed legs to wait him out.
Karkat nods at the reaction. "YEAH, WHAT IN THE HELL INDEED, YOU GODDAMN TRIGGERHAPPY ASSHOLE." The wound in his arm has stopped bleeding--there are bonuses to being the Knight of Blood--but it still aches like a motherfucker.
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"So...you ain't a demon. And I ain't died a second time. Or a third time. Meanin' I'm stuck here and dead for good and for true."
He looks down and shakes his head. "What the hell is this fuckin' place...don't belong here."
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Now that McCabe is less frightened, it is probably becoming clear that Karkat looks about thirteen.
"AND NO SHIT, NOBODY BELONGS HERE. BUT WHO THE FUCK BELONGS ANYWHERE? I WAS SOMEWHERE I DIDN'T BELONG BEFORE I CAME HERE AND I WILL BE SOMEWHERE ELSE I DON'T BELONG AFTER I LEAVE, AND YOU PROBABLY WILL TOO."
"IF I UNDERSTAND YOUR MUMBLING PROPERLY YOU ALREADY KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, AND YOU DECIDED TO TRY KILLING YOURSELF AGAIN TO SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?"
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"Shot myself in the head to be sure I was dead and not dreamin'. 'N' maybe to see if I'd get sent someplace that made some goddamn sense. Seein' you, I thought maybe it'd worked."
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As he speaks, he slowly goes through his pockets and pieces through some red and blue cards, each about half the size of an index or playing card.
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He fits one red card and one blue card together, like a really simple jigsaw puzzle; a yellow box pops into existence out of the surface of the card.
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He finally thinks to look at what Karkat is doing with his hands. "The hell you doin' with those cards?"
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