Midnight Calliope
CHARACTERS: faygot & a whole lot of friends victims.
location: Carnival
WHEN: Midnight 14/03
status: Closed
STYLE: Starting off in third, will match yours after.
note: will include depictions of violence, possible gore, physical and mental torment, and death. Proceed with caution.
( The sixth joker's card - Wraith )
location: Carnival
WHEN: Midnight 14/03
status: Closed
STYLE: Starting off in third, will match yours after.
note: will include depictions of violence, possible gore, physical and mental torment, and death. Proceed with caution.
( The sixth joker's card - Wraith )
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He just had one of those moments. What... was he even watching? What had happened? Vriska had left a message on his voicemail about leaving, so... he followed her. Silently, slipped out of the dorms, and ran into Gamzee and her fighting. That was the first unexpected thing.
The second was seeing the cerulean blood come from his friend. ]
V... Vriska?
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will you look at that.
HEHEHE.
looking for something?
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It's... now registering that Gamzee has killed Vriska to him, and... after the message she left him? It sounded like she was going to die. But... he didn't honestly believe it. That someone who he'd sensed as powerful as her would die so easily. He didn't know what had happened just now, or what to even do.
This was Gamzee. Gamzee. The really chill bro he'd met who he thought would be friends with... and he was killing Vriska.
His friend. Two friends, fighting each other.
Didn't it always come down to that, in the end? Would he be a killer like this? So many thoughts were racing right now that he didn't know what to do, beyond stand there. And stare. ]
Y-you...
[ You've... killed her. And it wasn't even her time or out of mercy. Why?
If he'd been thinking straight, he would have known better. He WOULD have--should have--changed to defend himself. But... this was Gamzee, and that was the body of his friend over there, being desecrated without any care whatsoever. He was so lost right now. What ( ... )
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AND MOTHERFUCKING ME.
[His voice races, his expression flitting between a sharp twisted grin and a calm look of contempt. Turning, he slowly started to walk towards Ryoji, one of his sneakers planting roughly on Vriska's back.]
whoops.
HEHEHE
clumsy me.
SO MOTHERFUCKING CLUMSY.
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... I-I... how could you do this to her?! What did she do to you?
[ He takes a small step back, his long scarf trailing with him. He... he should run. But right now, he's feeling mostly frozen to the ground, willing his legs to move faster.
But if there was any chance she could be saved--because haha... she can't be dead, right? No way. She couldn't be dead... then he had to stay here. And he had to get her... somewhere. He couldn't heal people himself. That... that wasn't his job. But if... if he got her to the clinic, or maybe to Minato-- ]
W-why...?
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BECAUSE THIS IS WHO WE ARE MEANT TO BE.
[He advances slowly and for once his eyes are not half-lidded and fogged. No, now they are sharp, watching Ryoji's every movement. He watches the flutter of a scarf, the idea already forming in his mind.]
honk
HONK
the witch is dead.
THE BITCH IS GONE.
and now you.
[And with that, he suddenly launches himself at Ryoji, slamming his shoulder into his chest to push him of balance. Up close, his grin is grim and sharp-teethed, his hands scrambling over Ryoji's arms to try and grab the ends of his scarf in a firm grip.]
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And the clown has his scarf to boot. This isn't going well.
But because he's more focused on Vriska's body than he is the now-insane murderer in front of him, Ryoji is neglecting the grip and the tightening on his throat from this scuffle. His voice is barely above a whisper now. He... he wasn't going to get out of this, if Gamzee managed to keep a hold of him. He'd have to think fast. To get him off him. ]
... D... don't you call her that...!
[ In the back of his mind, he's trying to figure out how to get past Gamzee and to her body. If... if he can just get her somewhere in time, he has to be able to save her, right...?
He breaks free of the other's grasp, just in time to get over him and turn in the other direction. He stumbles a little, but manages to scramble towards Vriska's body. He would save her if he could. ]
V-Vriska! Hang on...! Please!
[ He's not going to ( ... )
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YOU COULD MOTHERFUCKING RUN?
[Gamzee shoots around, quickly grabbing the ends of his scarf again where they trail behind him. He tightens his grip sharply on them, before he yanks. A person couldn't go without air for five minutes. He knew that. How he motherfucking knew that. The sea is dangerous, Gamzee, it echoes in his head. Sea is a motherfucking killer.
Well. The sea is not the only motherfucking killer anymore here.]
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He was losing air. In fact, he knew it. He... there WAS a human element to him in this form, and felt himself slowly gasping for air. This... this wasn't going well.
Haha. Hadn't his friends warned him about this? 'Someday, Ryoji-kun, that scarf's gonna get caught on something!', they'd joked. ... Well, he didn't actually think it'd ever happen like this.
This wasn't going well. When Gamzee yanked him all the way back, he'd been slowly pulled back towards the murderous clown, but he wasn't about to give up here. If he could get him off...
So he acts. He grabs Gamzee's arm, managing to loosen his grip a little bit, gasping for air. He was angry now. This was turning into a personal scuffle, and he was NOT about to lose when his friend was right there. Every second he wasted was another Vriska couldn't be brought back. He managed to choke out a few words: ]
Haah... you don't... know...
[ Ugh, the pressure. It was hard to breathe, let alone speak. ] What... you're dealing with.
[ Gamzee's strength was terrifying, even ( ... )
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[Whipping his head back, he then smashes it into Ryoji's. When he pulls back, there is blood on his face from Ryoji's nose. And Gamzee actually lets go of the end of his scarf, well one of the ends at least, to reach up and touch the blood, smearing it down over his face then.]
MOTHERFUCKER LOOK AT THIS.
this fucker got black blood.
WHAT KINDA SHIT YOU GOT RUNNING
in your veins, i wonder.
LETS MOTHERFUCKING FIND OUT.
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Taking a moment, Ryoji collects himself, managing to focus enough to materialize his sword. He couldn't put up a barrier right now; he was... too dazed. This was really all he could do. ]
Death.
[ And that is all he says, before he takes a slash at that hand. No mercy anymore; he's seriously fighting for his life at this point. ]
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funny.
SO MOTHERFUCKING FUNNY.
i bet i could draw
A KILLER OF A MIRACLE
from your veins.
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Oh, hell no. This... was not going as planned. Not at all. For the first time in his life, he might sincerely be terrified.
But he's not about to give in. He WANTED to go easy on Gamzee. He wanted to NOT hurt someone whom he considered a friend. Moreover, he was worried about Vriska. This... he couldn't give up here.
He just... couldn't. He grits his teeth--there had to be a way out of this situation. He was NOT about to die. If he could...? Not here; not now. For her sake. If he could save her... ]
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it seem that
THIS SWORD OF DEATH
suits my hand just fine.
GOT ANY LAST MOTHERFUCKING WORDS?
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... None, sorry.
[ Because he doesn't plan on dying here. It hurts. His head, his arms, his ribs. Breathing right now burns, like fire in his throat. But he's only more determined to get past Gamzee, because he is blocking Vriska's body, and if he could bring her BACK... ]
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