3rd Sermon [Video]

[coolingshackles]

[The feed switches on with a loud crash, from it's advantage in the debris of what was once a table it films the dark room, and even darker figure. The only light there is happens to be what is filtering though the curtains, and the livid red glint of the figure's eyes. They burn with anger, and pain.

The person rears his head back and lets out an

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[Video]

[beepbeepmeeow]

[Karkat watches, silently. All the rage that came from his ancestor...he didn't know how to interpret it. Sure he had rage, he was a crabby nubbed troll who got the monthly aware for crabbiest nook in all of the City, but this. Bot to mention he hadn't seen the troll in...months? He figured it was that long, time seemed to move at a increasing rate in this city.

Not even he could come up with an excuse to be mean back. How could he after he sees this display!? He taps a claw on the screen of the communicator as he tries to think of some response that won't upset the adult more.]

Yeah this city seems to have a habit of sucking those it spit out, back up into a void. It is stupidly inconvenient.

Guess I should say something like calm those fists. There is no need for this psychical torrent display. I can tell you now the wall is probably going to win this hissy fit. Not to mention the blood you are getting everywhere. Fuck.

Though, if you want to make a grub out of yourself from displaying your mutant strain everywhere. Why should I stop you.

[Well so much...for not upsetting him more.]

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[coolingshackles]

[He knows that voice. He knows those words even more. He freezes, in the middle of decimating another window and breaths.

He walks.

Breaths.

Picks up the watch.

And looks at Karkat with eyes so pained one would think he had just lost everything that had ever made his life worth living.]

I'm not in the mood, wriggler.

[He snaps the watch shut.]

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[beepbeepmeeow]

[What...what! No! You do not close the communicator on him, unless you are someone he doesn't care about. You, he doesn't. Well...he does. Fuck it's complicated. Just no! He will quickly redial up the his ancestor, now yelling over the communicator!]

Wriggler! I'm a fucking wriggler! Have you looked at the shine of blood on your hive walls, who is acting like a wiggling piece of young pie. You! Not me! I was giving you come leaderly advice you might of the courtesy of getting further angered by! Not the best move on my part, I will give you that, but fuck! So your matespirt left and your lusus, considering those are the people missing and you just now were brought to this common fact! My lusus is dead! I killed him. Move the fuck on grub! Just now in Karkat's life: my moirail and kismesis are gone. Do you see me depositing my blood into the miracles on the fucking walls! God wish Gamzee was here to see this glorious shit stain we could get on our creative side and paint masterpices all with this mutant swill.

[He takes a small pause to mentally slap himself for saying that.]

No! Do not tell me I am the wiggling shit bag here!