OPEN FOR TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES

Jun 14, 2011 16:19

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

Welcome to the Dark Carnival, Brother. )

warren worthington iii | ou, teddy altman | ou, sis strider | au, gamzee makara | ou, vriska serket | ou

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scourgesister June 23 2011, 03:14:08 UTC
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."

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harshwhimsy June 23 2011, 04:50:14 UTC
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.

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ironicicon June 29 2011, 16:18:27 UTC
"Up it is."

She was already gone by the time Gamzee turned to come at them again, the image left in her wake taken out at the knees as she deposited Vriska on a nearby rooftop. She pressed a finger to her mouth in quick warning and then disappeared again toward the other kid, tapping his shoulder with the side of her sword.

"Man kid, I really have to wonder just what you're aiming at."

No real use in making him madder- for all she knew, the madder he got, the stronger he'd be- but if he was too busy seeing red to think properly, she might be able to get more of an upper-hand on him.

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scourgesister June 30 2011, 04:11:25 UTC
Nothing left to do now but watch the fight from afar and wait. God, she hated waiting. Vriska stuck her tongue out at Sis's afterimage as she left, but kept silent. But not because she was told to or anything. She would have done it anyway.

Well, she didn't have to sit and be completely defenseless -- she could try rerolling. Her sword was a glowing blue dot on the pavement, and her "ultimate attack" didn't amount to much without it. She fished the Octet out of her pocket, actually hoping that for once they wouldn't call attention to her. Opting for something functional over something flashy was boring as fuck, but in this case, it was a sacrifice she had to make.

5, 1, 3, 2, 3, 7, 4, 6 = GRIM SLEEPER

The sword on the pavement vanished, and her normal clothes took the place of her coat and spiderweb skirt. A large blue scythe appeared in their place, and she idly twirled the grip in her hands. Not much of a replacement for a perfect roll, but given the circumstances, she'd have to settle.

((ooc; Since Vriska won't be doing much, you guys can skip over her and poke me if you need her to jump in!))

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