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I SWEAR TO FUCK.
IF ANY ONE OF YOU START ANYTHING TODAY.
I AM GOING TO DO ONE OF TWO THINGS.
I AM GOING TO ABSOLUTELY WRECK SOMEONE'S SHIT.
OR I AM GOING TO PLAY A FRIENDLY GAME OF MAKE-BELIEVE.
AND GUESS WHAT?
I'M ALL OUT OF IMAGINATION.

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[Damn, is this kid sunshine and rainbows or what? Jr. is seriously beginning to doubt Karkat ever wakes up on the right side of the bed. Sighing, the redhead cards his fingers through his hair and attempts to clamp down on his natural gut instinct to reach out and ask what’s up. Thing is…and sure, he may not know the guy well, but…he gets this distinct feeling that the troll probably won’t appreciate his concern. Still, Jr. can’t not do something. How to go about this without setting the living troll bomb off?

Suddenly, he remembers that sharp grin of Karkat’s during their discussion on combatting the fae. Shrugging, he decides it’s worth a shot and switches his communicator to text mode.]

Yo. If you need to let off some steam, I’m up for sparring anytime.

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[Karkat is always awake, Jr. He never goes to sleep - it's part of the problem, actually. Of course, he's always grumpy, but a rest in sopor slime would make him considerably less stressed.

The idea of a fight tickles him. He responds eagerly.]

YOU WANT TO FIGHT WITH A THRESHECUTIONER?
JUST NAME THE TIME AND PLACE, MEATBAG.

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[Jr. smirks. Bingo.]

Threshecutioner? Heh, this might actually get interesting.

The docks in fifteen minutes. Come prepared to get your ass handed to you.

[With that, the redhead slides his comm unit into his belt and heads for the designated location.]

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[His ice-fishing trip with Yenyoji had, to some extent, calmed him down a little. Yenyoji was surprisingly good at that. She was weirdly engaging to him in the same way John and Gamzee were: she infuriated him, but he would miss her company if she went. Not at he missed Egbert or that clown asshole remotely. If he saw them again, he'd beat the living hell out of them.

Which, he had to admit, he was looking forward to very much with Jr. The month without sleeping in sopor slime was doing bad things to the troll's subconscious. It was even beginning to creep into his conscious mind. Whenever he closed his eyes for longer than it took to blink, the flashes of blood and carnage which leapt across his vision were getting bigger and harder to ignore. He wanted to hurt something and hurt it badly.

He was carrying both the Regisickle and the trusty Clawsickle when he approached Jr. at the docks. No point dicking around with his sylladex during a fight, after all.

He gave the human a grin. It wasn't a particularly happy looking grin.Nice to

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[The U.R.T.V. was crouched at the lip of the loch, peering down through the layers of ice and water at the small dark shapes darting below it. Expression pensive, he glanced over his shoulder at Karkat’s approach and then fluidly stood to face his opponent. His heart quickened, adrenaline beginning to pump through his veins at the prospect of a possibly good fight. With a quiet reverence, he brushed his fingers over his beloved pistols but didn’t draw them; he had little interest in wasting ammunition in a friendly fight - though how friendly, Jr. wasn’t sure. Karkat’s grin was unsettling.

Making sure he could still access the Ether Drive, the boy stepped forward and dropped into an offensive stance.]

Yeah, we’ll see about that, shrimp.

[A wide smirk curled his lips.]

C’mon! Show me what you’ve got!

[Exhaling slowly, he centered himself and then charged, feinting to the right.]

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[Karkat's whole body seems to bunch up and spring forward. Jr.'s feint is followed, but Karkat is already spinning around, tearing the Regisickle through the air in a quick diagonal swipe. It zips through the air, but before it even finishes it's path, he's got the Clawsickle ripping forward horizontally.]

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[Eyes narrowing, Jr. skids to break his forward momentum and rolls to the left quickly, Regisickle just missing his head. He draws a pistol, hooking it under Clawsickle just as it whirls towards him, and jerks his right hand outward, trying to force the second sickle away from his body.

He figures it's a damn good thing he hadn't counted on using his guns for this fight -- Karkat's close range fighting would have been a serious pain in the ass.]

*ITS, GODDAMMIT /)_<

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[Karkat turns, curling the Regisickle around his own body and clipping the Clawsickle away from Jr.'s pistol. As he moves, he lashes out with the hilt of the Regisickle, trying to send it into Jr.'s temple.]

LOL I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE

[gunsablazing]

[In a moment of picturesque grace, when Karkat rips Clawsickle away from Jr., the redhead loses his balance and stumbles to the side, Regisickle just grazing his head. In retaliation, he plants his left hand and the pistol in his right on the ground and kicks out with his legs towards Karkat's lower body.]

I HATE MYSELF /cries

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Fuck!

[It's a quick swear, puffed out as he stumbles backwards. He rights himself as soon as he can, looking graceless and clunky as he does so, and readjusts his grip on his sickles. If Jr. catches a glimpse of his eyes, he'll see that his pupils have shrank to pinpricks.

But it's not long before the troll lunges again, mouth open in a wordless shout.]

THERE THERE BB, THERE THERE

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[Groaning, Jr. slowly straightens and reaches up to brush questing fingers over the shiner already visible in his hairline. He glances up just in time to notice Karkat's pupils but before he can ask if the troll is alright, his opponent is on the move.

Lips curling, he holsters his pistol.]

Ether Drive!

[Light explodes from his body as he opens up the connection. Shoulders squared, he summons power for a Fire Bolt III, which crashes through the cold winter air toward Karkat.]

/SOBS INTO ARMS

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[The attack hits Karkat, knocking him off of his feet and back several feet. After the cold, the sudden rush of heat is almost welcome for the young troll, but it quickly becomes too much and sears him instead. He swears loudly, dropping the Regisickle but still keeping a tight grip on the Clawsickle.

He drags himself back to his feet, his visible skin looking shiny and raw... but already beginning to heal up.]

So you got some tricks, huh?

[He just grins. And runs in to deliver a two handed swipe with the Clawsickle.]

/COMFORTS

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Shit!

[The curse rips itself from Jr.’s throat as he races forward, his blue eyes wide and panicked. He honestly hadn’t expected the spell to connect. Filled with regret for having challenged Karkat in the first place, the redhead approaches the troll and readies a Medica L.]

Hey! Are you -

[Karkat stands. With a rough start, Jr. freezes and watches in disbelief as the burns heal. Unbidden, a shudder works its way up his spine and goosebumps flare across the skin of his arms. Expression oddly vulnerable, he looks up at Karkat’s face.]

You’re just like him.

[Albedo.

Distracted, he clumsily rouses himself from his thoughts as Karkat closes the distance between them once more. With a hiss, he takes the hit with a shaky grin, one hand tight around Karkat’s wrist to prevent the sickle from biting him any deeper. Blood oozes from his shoulder.]

I guess first blood technically goes to you.

[His irises flash red and he squeezes Karkat’s thin wrist.]

Tricks? Yeah, I guess you could say that.

[With that, he slams his head forward

:3c

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[Trolls are hardy creatures. In an day or so, the rest of the burns would heal even more. They'd heal overnight if he could sleep them off, of course, but ever since his last little nap, Karkat and sleep had not been very good friends

8)

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[With a strangled shout, Jr. is snapped forward into the boy, dragged down by two forces - his continued hold on Karkat’s wrist and the troll’s own grip on his jacket. They collide and crash into the ground in a tangle of limbs. Grunting, Jr. pins Karkat’s right arm down with his weight and then…]

Heh.

[…he scoops up a handful of snow and smashes it into Karkat’s face.]

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[The coldness of the snow actually cools Karkat's rage down a bit. He gives a gasp of shock, spits the snow out, and scowls up at Jr.]

You call this a fucking fight?

[He drops the Clawsickle and scrapes snow up in his fist. He then smashes it into the side of Jr.'s head.]