OPEN FOR TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES

[harshwhimsy]

WHO: Gamzee vs EVERYBODY
WHAT: a juggalo is rampaging murderously, hunting a certain murderous fairy, attempted murder will happen to anyone who gets in his way. there's a theme here.
WHERE: through truth and consequences
WHEN: early evening 6/13
WARNINGS: violence, cursing, colorful shades of blood

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[scourgesister]

This...was not how she was expecting to land a blow. What the hell was he doing? The building pain in her wrist made it clear that she wasn't going to get out of his grip any time soon, but she pulled back uselessly anyway. He just had to grab the arm that actually hurt. What luck.

But that was the least of her problems. She noticed his stare, fixated on her eye, and her stomach went cold -- with rage or fear, she couldn't say. Either way, there was no way in hell she was letting him take her eye. And that meant it was time to see just how batshit insane he'd really gone. Meeting his bloodied stare with her own, she reached into his mind, and --

-- and had to fight the urge to retreat just as soon as she'd gone in. The noise was strange, eerie, not deafening but unbearable nonetheless. There was laughter, mixed in with the screams he'd been imagining, just as clearly as if they were her own. And some of them were. At the same time she could see walls decorated in every hue of the hemospectrum, broken bodies (oh God, was that her--); her mind's eye switched rapidly between sight and hearing, making it difficult to focus. But she had to, just long enough to force a command in and then get the fuck out:

Don't touch the eye. Don't you fucking dare.

Even as she repeated it, she knew it wouldn't stick. All class bullshit aside, that purple blood was good for one thing: it made it a real bitch to manipulate him. But she had to try.

[harshwhimsy]

It was an odd thing to feel, and it was a first for him. Her probing in his mind felt like maggots squirming around in the meat of his brain, the holes rusted through staring back at her like a hungry beast in the darkness.

The grip on her wrist tightened as she dared try to bark a command at him, the strain pulling at the wond on his arm so blood spills more freely again. The cacophany of his mindspace grew louder, faster, intensifying as if trying to drown out the absurdity of her command. All the colors of the hemospectrion splashed around as skin split and bones crushed, and he finally pushed her back out with a bought of soul-crushing laughter that started in the furthest depths of his mind only to errupt as a harsh, gutteral bellow from his throat.

Gamzee raised the spiked club over his head, but instead of bringing it down at her face he aimed lower, going for her knee instead. First he took away her ability to fly, now it was time to take out her ability to run.

[scourgesister]

Vriska was still reeling from the sudden overload of raucous thoughts when she pulled back. Compared to the sickening laughter that came from both outside and inside his mind all at once, her own racing thoughts seemed downright silent in comparison. But that was good, silence was good right now -- anything sounded good as long as it wasn't that.

What she didn't expect to hear next was a sickening crack, as his club came down against her knee, hard, and both legs gave out from under her. True, trolls were much more durable than the average human, but after a blow like that there was no way something wasn't broken. She kept telling herself to hurry and get the hell up, but the pain made it difficult to do more than prop herself up on her good knee, using her sword to brace herself.

Kneeling before the Highblood. Wasn't this just a perfect picture.

She reared back to take a swing at him, but the sword felt too heavy, the strike too slow. It'd be lucky if she didn't end up throwing herself off balance, and actually hitting him -- well, she'd need a hell of a lot more luck for that.

[harshwhimsy]

This was proof. MOTHERFUCKING PROOF. Gamzee's claim of being far greater seemed to be holding true. She was god tier, but now he had her sparkly wings all to himself and the so called god on her knees before him like a sacrifice waiting for it's throat to be sliced. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, wanting to feel all that blue pour through his fingers, thick and hot. Though he actually managed to keep his patience for now, which is ironically the only thing that saved her.

He simply stepped to the side when the sword swung uselessly through the air, and the hand that had crushed her wrist now gripped firmly around her throat. Tightly, but not enough to choke off the scream he was anxiously waiting for. Gamzee sent her sword spinning away along the ground with a final swipe of his club before discarding it in favor of digging his fingers into the corners of Vriska's spider eye.

He was gonna make her fucking choke on it.

[ironicicon]

Even if the kid's post hadn't turned real alarming, real fast, Sis would've headed out to find him regardless. After seeing that little debacle between him and the spiderbrat though, she knew she definitely had to find him. 'Course the kid got there first, if that goddamn 4th of July lightshow was any indicator, and damn if she couldn't practically feel the shit hitting the fan when she landed on a rooftop near enough to make out what was going on down below. She was down the side of the roof at the crack, on the ground at the swing, and as his fingers dug into the side of her eye-

Vriska wasn't there anymore, held idly against Sis with one arm like she weighed nothing at all, the other holding her own sword at the ready.

"S'about enough of that, don't you think?"

SWOON. are we going vriska -> gamzee -> sis?

[scourgesister]

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He was really going to do it, and all she could do was kick and scratch at his hands like an idiot. What a joke. At this point, slapping a rubber nose on her would only be an improvement, because even in godhood, even with all the luck, it was clear now: she'd had her ass handed to her. And she was going to pay for it. Closing her eyes wouldn't do any good, not when she'd still be able to see through her own eyelids as he dug his fingers in and --

-- and suddenly he was gone, and she could breathe. She blinked. Good, nothing was missing. Once that check was out of the way, it had taken her a second to realize just how she was standing upright without screwing her knee up even further. Bewildered, she looked up at the figure at her side.

"...the hell did you come from?"

i would say yes~

[harshwhimsy]

Everyone should count themselves lucky that Gamzee had never made it to god tier. It already seemed that no power in paradox space could stop him.

Interrupt him though, that was a thing that could happen. A thing that was enough to give him momentary pause as he sized up the strange human. He curled his fingers around the hilt of the club again as he started towards them, the spikes digging lines through the pavement where it dragged at his side.

"She's mine. SHE'S MOTHERFUCKIN MINE, MOTHERFUCKER. Give her back!"

let's do this

[ironicicon]

"Texas- the fuck else?"

She didn't take her eyes off of Gamzee as she spoke, even though she turned her head toward Vriska, an expert at making things seem as they weren't. She sized the kid up, wondering how strong (compared to Jack, at least) he was considering that the girl seemed to be pretty high up in terms of The Game's levels and yet she wasn't putting up much of a fight. Shit, wasn't like she hadn't fought someone out of her league knowingly before- but then again, she hadn't had another life to protect then. At least, not one that wasn't already doomed with her.

"Gotta tell ya, ain't ever been one much for people trying to claim others like property. 'Specially not when they don't take any sorta care of what's theirs." She shifted a little, subtly putting herself between him and Vriska. "So I don't think I'll be giving anyone back."

YEAH BOYEE

[scourgesister]

The wave of relief that washed over her after seeing Sis was great, but short-lived. It quickly gave way to humiliation, and then anger. The good news was that she was saved. The bad news was that she'd needed saving at all. And of the three of them, she wasn't sure who she was angrier at. As if that wasn't enough, the way they talked about her sounded like two wigglers fighting over a toy. Snarling, she tried to take a step forward, only to be met with a white-hot burst of pain in her leg, one that made simply catching her balance seem like a challenge.

But all she had to do was get her hands on her own sword, and she'd show them both that Vriska Serket fought -- and won -- her own fucking battles.

"Hello? Still here. At least wait until I'm unconscious or something before you start talking about me like I'm dead."

WHERE MAKING THIS HAPPEN

[harshwhimsy]

Bits of pavement ripped free as he tore the club from the ground and darted forward, closing the distance between them in less time than it took to blink. Vriska was little more than a broken doll right now, besides he wanted to keep her conscious a while longer. Keep her alive long enough to give her a slow, agonizing death. If his patience lasted that long anyway.

So he focused his attack on Sis, onehandedly swinging that immense, blood splattered club with the single minded desire to render the human into a red puddle at the bottom of a crater.

[ironicicon]

Gamzee was fast- Sis? Was the fucking fastest.

"Yo. The fuck're you swinging at, junior?"

Sis had long since moved, blade slung over her shoulder, the afterimage of her dissipating with the swing of the club. She tucked Vriska a little closer to her side, looking down at her, expression unreadable, and shook her head.

"Shutting up? Probably in your best interest right now spiderbrat. You need a medic." She turned her attention back to Gamzee, brows rising slightly over her shades. "That is, if you got any bright ideas about how I can take this kid down a little so he won't follow us."

[scourgesister]

Wasn't getting carried around like a ragdoll bad enough? Now Sis wanted to stick her in some stupid human hospital. But the pain was making her feel nauseous -- and practically teleporting wasn't making that any better. Maybe a hospital wouldn't be so bad. Hell, at this point she'd settle for lying on the floor, if Gamzee wasn't currently tearing up the pavement.

"Don't ask me! He's usually way more of a dope than this." She wasn't sure. She'd been caught off-guard. All were true, but none were things she wanted to admit. But even Vriska could tell bluffing wouldn't do anything now.

"His thinkpan's a fucking wreck -- for all I know, killing him's the only way to stop him. Which I would highly recommend. Seriously, feel free to."

[harshwhimsy]

The ground beneath his club practically cratered under the force of the missed hit, and he ripped it free again with a frustrated growl. This was not going according to plan. Not that he actually had anything remotely resembling a clearly laid out course of action, but he hadn't bothered to factor in the event of an interruption.

"BITCH GOT A MOTHERFUCKIN POINT." He reared up on them again, eyes wide and teeth bared in a horrifying smile. "But you'll never fuckin stop me." Not ever, and especially not before he was finished with her.

With another sudden burst of speed, he tried to fly by and rip Vriska from the adult female human wanna be guardian's arms. If anyone was going to kill Tavros, it should have been him. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

[ironicicon]

"Sounds like a KO it is," Sis muttered, not really wanting to kill the kid- he was a kid, not a goddamn monster, though she was sure Vriska would say otherwise- and not seeing many other choices. Now she just had to figure out how to do it. She was fairly sure she was fast enough- but not with Vriska in tow.

"Spiderbrat, I need to put you down-" she was interrupted by the boy flying by, and ducked out of the way with a quick twist of her body on one heel. "Shit. Yeah- definitely need to put you down for a second."

[scourgesister]

Her suggestion to kill Gamzee wasn't just a joke; while she'd much rather do the job herself, at this point it didn't really matter who did it. She just wanted to see him dead. But if Sis wanted to pull punches, then fine. Whatever. Her next suggestion, though, was even worse than wasting a perfectly good opportunity for revenge.

"Like hell you are! Who do you think he's going to go after first, dumba--" She was cut short by their sudden, jarring shift. Fuck, she was never going to get used to that ridiculous flash-stepping. Much as she hated to admit it, she'd be a sitting duck if Sis let her go now. The best she could do without her sword was reroll, but no matter how the dice landed, they weren't going to give her something that could stand up to Ancestral Awakening. But once they stopped and her vision settled, she could clearly see the impact from Gamzee's strike, and she decided that the sooner this was over, the better.

Frustrated, she exhaled sharply. The Octet's edges were threatening to break the skin of her palm. "All right, fine! Just...the least you could do is leave me on a rooftop or something. Somewhere he can't get to me too easily."

[harshwhimsy]

Gamzee barely even halted before changing direction and vanishing again in a burst of speed. This time he didn't go right for Vriska. This time he continued to dart about while keeping himself just outside of their field of vision. His patience - if one could even call it that- was wearing thin. He'll crush them both and grind their bones and paint beautiful pictures with each drop of life he drains from their bodies. Paint the walls, paint this entire fucking planet in all the colors he can get his hands on.

He wanted to hear them scream. He wanted to listen to the mirthful music of their bones snapping, their skin ripping and how their organs hit the ground with a wet slap. He'd put them all on display in such whimsical ways.

That train of thought sent a deadly thrill through him, and he pressed his teeth together and a wide and horrifying smile. When he finally darted at them again, he went for the human's legs. Can't fucking run without legs motherfucker.