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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Welcome to the Dark Carnival, Brother. )
"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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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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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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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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