♋ and ♑: Gargle with peroxide, a steak for your eye... [closed]

[dungenessmaster]

Characters: Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara
Location: Death City's jail.
Rating: PG-13 for trollmouth and cray-cray.
Time: Dec 19th, very late.
Description: Gamzee has been restrained, but he's far from okay. A leader must do what is best for his people, even when it's really, really stupid.

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[hemocidal]

Waking up on the jail cell floor hadn't done anything to improve Gamzee's already livid mood, or quelled the maddening rage that had propelled him around the city for days. He had tried to sate it by drowning it in that beautiful red, red flow, but that had only made it worse, angering him more with each blow. He had wanted red blood, that punchline colored swill, but no matter how much he had spilled it wasn't the right blood

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Karkat felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. Seeing that look on Gamzee's face was always going to clutch up his vascular organ and turn the rest of his esoteric alien vitals to cold water. It didn't matter how much of a part BREW had played in all this, the bottom line was that Karkat had left and Gamzee was beyond enraged at him for it.

"Look..."

He took a deep breath and stepped closer, hands still behind his back, eyes on Gamzee.

"I know... I know you're mad, and that it's my fault for letting you get this way. I mean, shit, I failed everyone else I ever came into contact with in every possible way, why not you too?"

[hemocidal]

When Karkat steps closer, Gamzee is on his feet again in an instant - even taller than his normal gangly self with the height from the boots he hasn't bothered to remove. His glare doesn't leave Karkat's face, snarl curling upwards into a deformed shadow of a grin.

When he finally speaks, still in that odd fluctuating tone, it's harsh and rasping, and he spits every word like it's poison.

"You think this is mad, motherfucker?"

With an animal snarl (and a more clown-like honk), he steps up to Karkat, leaning down to match his eye level. He reeks of blood, sweat, and not at all of the sticky-sweet sopor.

"I'LL SHOW YOU MOTHERFUCKING MAD."

1/2

[dungenessmaster]

Karkat stood up straight, even thought he still wasn't quite as tall as Gamzee, especially since he didn't have--

Were those...

Was he wearing Stripperella's boots?

Karkat's eyes flicked from the boots back up to Gamzee's face, to the boots again, then back up, and as hard as he tried to keep his expression neutral, it just wasn't happening.

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[dungenessmaster]

Oh well. He'd been meaning to ask for a full briefing on what had happened between the 17th and this moment, and that was just motivation to push harder for information. Besides, at the moment he had Gamzee wheezing sour ragebreath in his face and not a lot of time to act.

He took a half-step back, just enough to make room as he swung his arm and slapped Gamzee in the face with the pie as hard as he could. Snarling a little, he pressed the pie tin, moving if Gamzee moved, twisting a little to make sure the sopor was getting as mashed in as possible.

[hemocidal]

To any outsider, the ensuing cacophony probably sounded as if a clown was being axe-murdered by a homicidal goose, as a stream of muffled honks and curses and then more honks was let loose by Gamzee. Of course, being stuck on top of precarious fuck-me boots doesn't generally lead to improved balance, and flailing about wildly is not conducive to standing on both feet.

He hits the ground with another loud honk.

[dungenessmaster]

All Karkat could do was hope Flynn was smart enough to stay the hell back as he tried to keep up with the flailing highblood. It was almost a relief when Gamzee fell over, still enraged, still honking, but maybe it meant the sopor sludge was taking effect. He dropped beside Gamzee, more of a controlled fall onto his knees beside him, and took a breath.

Time to find out just how utterly fucked he was.

"Shooooooooooooooshhhhhhhhh..."

[hemocidal]

Scene: Two gray children thrash wildly on the floor, covered in green sludge and muck. One shooshes quietly as the other honks like a banshee, if banshees were both clowns and could honk. Prada boots suffer severe damage as they scrape across the floor repeatedly.

Though as Gamzee raises his well-thought out and reasonable objection, he can't help but ingest more and more of the slime, though he is being rather dramatic about trying to spit it out again.

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Elsewhere: Stripperella shrieks in rage at the thought of her beautiful, expensive Prada being scuffed beyond recognition by grey children in a jail cell.

Pap.

That was the sound of comfort, of calm, and of Karkat gently pressing his hand over Gamzee's mouth in an attempt to both muffle the honks and hold in the chunk of pie he was trying to spit out. He continued to shoosh Gamzee, drawing the syllable out as tenaciously as if his life depended on it.

Which it did.

[hemocidal]

He finally swallows, honking dropping in volume to a low hushed tone. Both the pie and the comforting rhythm of the paps was working on his raging thinkpan, settling down the thoughts of ripping out various body parts and dressing up in stupid accessories. Gamzee's temper tantrum flailings almost all but cease and his eyelids droop, breathing slow as if in a trance.

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Karkat was still guarded, knowing by that point that Gamzee sometimes had weird relapses. Still, he'd eaten a lot of the pie and had the rest squished into his face and hair, and that was pretty encouraging. It was working! Maybe what had happened on the roof wasn't some fucked-up mutant psychic showdown, maybe he actually could calm Gamzee just by being there.

It was a nice thought, but it wasn't enough to get Karkat to hop off the shooshpap train just yet.

[1/2]

[hemocidal]

One last violent honking session erupts out of Gamzee, because if the entire Death City had not heard it by now, by god they were going to, dammit.

[hemocidal]

It only lasts a few moments before the pie, the paps, and the hours of running, stabbing and bonking small girls on the head finally catch up to him all at once, head lolling forward and into Karkat.

The only honks now are probably just Gamzee's dumb sounding snoring.

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"Shoooooooooooshooshshshhhh... oh."

Feeling a bit stupid, Karkat caught Gamzee and waited for a long moment, holding his breath, half-expecting some sort of trick. When the snoring started up he rolled his eyes and slowly let his breath back out. He was tired. Really fucking tired. This calming stuff was emotionally draining, almost as rough as everything else he'd been through, but he couldn't possibly sleep. Even if he didn't need to make war plans with Selendis, even if he hadn't promised Sollux he'd go find Aradia, even if he still couldn't let himself forget this was all his fucking fault, there was a lot on his mind