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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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: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.

But that was all exposition. In the here and now, Karkat stops when he draws Jr.'s blood. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open.

It's the same candy red swill that courses through his own veins. The same mutant strain that makes him a low-class anomaly on his own planet. The same blood that fucked him over so many times, that ran in rivers and pooled in oceans on his planet in the Medium, and the same blood that Jack Noir had cut his own palm to reveal. When Jack had revealed it, it was a mark of trust. Of fraternity. Of honour amongst murderers. But Jr. having it...

Karkat would have given a scream of rage, but it was cut off when Jr. 'pit the heid on him', to give it a colloquial term from his mundane's vernacular. He staggers backwards, but reaches out and grabs the other as he stumbles, attempting to pull him down with him.]

You grubfucking bastard.

8)

[gunsablazing]

[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.]

[gunsablazing]

[Cringing, Jr. violently shakes his head, snow flying in every direction, and then yelps as some slides down his shirt. Now he returns Karkat’s scowl, eyes flashing, and seizes the boy’s shoulders to roll them onto the nearby ice.

As they skid along, Jr. attempts to untangle himself from the troll but only manages to faceplant on the loch’s hard surface. Scrabbling for purchase, he tries to pull free from Karkat.]

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[Karkat kicks Jr. away and scrabbles over the ice for his sickles. He's not good on the ice, and he faceplants a few times himself. He finds it much easier if he digs his nails directly into the ice, but that's fucking cold and uncomfortable.

Just a little further and he can reach the damn thing...]

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[There's a chuckle overhead.

If both of the contestant look up, they'll see Puck floating in the air above Karkat, arms folded across his chest. Karkat will see him as a troll, whereas Jr will see him as a human.]

Mr. Vantas?

[He snaps his fingers. Suddenly, a jug as large as the young/old creature appears beside him.]

A present from her Highness!

[He snaps his fingers again. The jug tips, sloshing green sopor slime down on top of the troll.]

Sweet dreams, good sir!

[With a cackle and a slight 'pop', Puck vanishes.]

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SON OF A -

[But the soothing slime is pressing in against his skin. Karkat wipes his face with the back of his hand, slapping the stuff onto the ice beside him. He pushes himself to his feet, scooping up the clawsickle as he goes, and turns to face Jr.. He's swaying where he stands.]

F-fucking...

[His eyes are beginning to droop. Sopor slime doesn't usually have such a potent effect, but he hasn't slept in it in more than a month, and hasn't slept, period, in a similar amount of time. He can feel those days of lethargy crawling all over him, and that entire month of stress and anxiety slowly being eased. He sways again.]

N-no. I don't wan' sleep...

[gunsablazing]

[Pushing himself onto his hands and knees, Jr. stares at Puck blankly. Even though he has been in Demeleier for a few days, despite the conversations he has had with the residents here and the information he has read, he is not prepared for his first Fae sighting. He sits back on his heels and studies Puck, unsure of what to make of the human figure before them. It is not what he expected.

When the jug tips over, Jr. scrambles to his feet, sliding this way and that, but it isn’t molten lava or something equally dangerous that pours out of the container. It’s…slime? Wary, the redhead carefully approaches Karkat as Puck disappears, eyeing the slime.]

Whoa, whoa! You okay? What the hell is that stuff?

[Sleep!? This wasn’t anytime to sleep! Who knows what that slime could be doing to Karkat’s body!]

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[Karkat's eyelids begin to close and his head begins to droop.]

S'por slime. But 'm fine! Can still... fucking... figh'

[To prove this, he drags the arm holding the Clawsickle up. He is not going to let himself fall asleep.]

[gunsablazing]

...spore slime?

[Jr.'s expression contorts in confusion. By this point, he is convinced the slime is radioactive or something and that Karkat will burst into flames at any moment. He eyes Clawsickle and then slowly shakes his head.]

Karkat...easy man. I think we need to postpone this.

[Thinking quick, he opens up the Ether Drive and uses a Refresh spell on Karkat, in case the slime caused some kind of status effect like poison. The spell seems to have no effect.]

Dammit...we need to get that stuff off you.

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Yeah. We - we [He yawns.] do...

[The Clawsickle falls out of his increasingly lax fingers. God, he's just so tired. He knows the slime shouldn't have this effect, but it's just been so long...

He sways forwards.]

[gunsablazing]

[A rush of relief floods him as the weapon now drops harmlessly to the ice. Urged on by mounting concern for the boy’s welfare, Jr. slides over to Karkat and accidentally knocks into him. Steadying both of them, he pulls his jacket sleeve over his left hand to protect his skin and then begins to wipe the slime off Karkat’s face. He’s still half-expecting the slime to eat away at his clothes.]

Hey! Stay with me! You know this stuff? This spore slime or whatever? What the hell does it do?

[Karkat looks like he’s going to lose consciousness. Preventing him from falling forward with a hand, he blindly feels around his belt for his comm unit. He needs to call for help.]

Where…the hell…is that piece of…

[He can’t find it. Belatedly, he realizes it might have fallen off back in the snow and curses under his breath.]

Where’s your communicator?

[Like hell he’s going to search Karkat for it.]

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Iz'm recupermzn. Puzz trohhh... zzz

[His eyes close, and he begins taking deep, even breaths for a moment.

Then his eyes snap open again and he grabs Jr.]

Recuperacoon. It makes... fuck... sopor. Sopor slime.

[gunsablazing]

[He jerks in surprise when Karkat grabs him. Struggling to make sense of the foreign words, Jr. gives up his attempts to clean the troll of the slime. Recuperacoon? Recupera…wait a second, recuperate!? Recuperation?]

…aw, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Sopor slime makes you sleepy?

[He didn’t get an answer about the communicator. Sighing heavily, Jr. shields his eyes against the snow’s glare and looks to the village in the distance. They need to get back to safety. Jr. wouldn’t be able to defend them like this if the fae decided to attack. Maybe if they started moving, Karkat would wake up.]

Hey you. C’mon. Help me out here.

[He slings one of Karkat’s arms across his shoulders and bends down, picking up the discarded sickle.]

You can’t sleep out here. Let’s go.

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[He nods, forcing his eyes open. He doesn't like Jr. holding him up, but it's easier than trying to shrug him off and crawling home from sheer tiredness. If he focuses - and Karkat has a lot of experience in keeping himself awake - he can stop himself from nodding off. But the slime is so soothing, he just wants to curl up...

And get molested by the first fucking flagella that peers at you with about six eyeballs? Keep fucking going, grubfucker.

He makes himself move forwards.]

I'm not... fucking... going to sleep. I can't.

[gunsablazing]

[Traveling over the slippery ice like this is difficult, but their slow and steady pace makes it manageable. When they reach the shore, Jr. halts their progress in a last ditch effort to find his communicator. Instead, lying inconspicuously under a thin layer of fresh snow, is the troll's other sickle. Disappointed, Jr. reasons he'll have time before nightfall to come search for his communicator.

He reaches down to grab the second weapon but pain immediately lances up his other arm, which is supporting Karkat. Gritting his teeth, he glances at the shoulder Karkat nicked earlier. While the bleeding has stopped, Jr. knows he should have healed himself when he had the chance.]

Urgh, I'll get it later.

[Huffing, he glances at Karkat.]

Ha...yeah, not out here you can't. We'll get you back to the village and you can pass out there and do whatever, ha, it is trolls do.