Peasant blood

[hasgonehonkers]

WHO: Gamzee and Equius
WHERE: An abandoned lot in the City
WHEN: Late in the evening of April second
WARNINGS: Violence from both trolls and Gamzee still swears a lot
SUMMARY: Gamzee wants to punish Equius for some hemospectrum bull, but he also wants information on the other trolls. This probably won't end well.
FORMAT: Everything and anything is

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Equius made the sojourn to their meeting place solemnly, moving with quick purpose but not running. Sweat dampened his forehead and neck, though this time it was from trepidation, not excitement. He knew he should make haste, but similarly the walk was giving him time to think his options over.

He remembered how Karkat had told him, before he'd arrived here, to put his strength to use. Equius couldn't make any promises. He still didn't think he could, after all he'd learned; old habits were hard to break, and he had always been of the mind that self-preservation was second to obedience when highbloods were concerned. It was, in fact, a more honorable death to go with dignity than to fight your place. Perhaps he wasn't as blue-blooded as he thought if he was thinking about this at all. (But did anyone really want to die?)

Nepeta and Aradia stood out in his thoughts. He hadn't been able to protect Nepeta. It was his fault, surely, with his strength he could have protected her if only he'd known the highblood would go after her too.

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Hissing quietly, Equius flicked his eyes to the floor. He straightened up slightly again to full height, brushing some damp strands of hair from his face with his good hand before he moved his gaze back to Gamzee.

He hesitated, clenching his pained jaw. "Are you certain you would want to waste your time tracking that filthy gutterblood?" he asked, unironically spitting out another mouthful of blood. "There are millions more here that would be more worthy of your ultimate subjugation. Yes, millions."

Admittedly, that was simply a guess. Equius hadn't researched how many filthy fleshbeings there were on this inferior planet, but simply by observing the City he could see there were at the very least, hundreds. He exhaled and continued. "Imagine it, highblood. We are conquers. You could -- uh -- make this city your throne, t-the humans can sit at your feet, polish your horns like the inferior species they are. Oh, yes." He wiped away some perspiration.

You know what, the interruption rule just goes for the whole log now.

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"I'll all get to those motherfuckin low bloods when I motherfucking feel up at it. None of those motherfuckers are all up at being my best friend. Motherfucking get your understanding on for that!"

For a split second Gamzee seemed like he was going to swing that club again, but fortunately for Equius and himself he decided to pull it back. He took in a long breath and rubbed his temple for a second, smearing some of his makeup. He still looked and sounded pissed, but at least he was using some common sense and not actually hitting Equius.

"Tell me all where he's at or I'll all motherfucking have to up and motherfuckin give you another motherfuckin punishment."

likewise. :)

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Equius glared at the floor again, restraining himself from talking back. It was, even now, tempting to push his boundaries even though he knew now was not the time or the place.

"I try to ignore the peasant bloods when I have no direct use for them. He didn't tell me where he lives."

Which was technically true. He knew he was treading dangerous grounds again, but Equius couldn't help but want to protect their group. "He's afraid of you," he said, head dipping again. "What would you do to him, highblood? Would you care to describe it for me?"

Ordinarily Gamzee's descriptions of beating up imps was thrilling to him, but now he couldn't help but imagine blood smearing walls like vulgar red paint.

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"Subjugglate him like he motherfuckin needs to be for being at his motherfuckin blood," Gamzee paused and lifted the club again. He had enough sense to be ready for violence even if he didn't have enough sense to leave his description at that.

"You know how he wants to all up in being a threshecutioner? I've all got a motherfuckin scythe. And I can't all imagine something funnier for a threshecutioner than them all motherfuckin gettin up wicked punishment from one of those. And we can motherfuckin make it slow. And when it's all up and done, I'll paint a wicked picture from his blood," Equius may or my not have been able to see the way Gamzee moved his free hand, the way he was making a clown face in the air.

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Regardless, Equius could imagine the scene with unnerving clarity. He exhaled slowly, nodding his head once. "Highly inappropriate," he agreed. "That someone of his class could hope to reach such high aspirations is absurd. Neigh, laughable. He has never been one for humility."

It constantly got his blood boiling.

"Wouldn't it be more meaningful if you both displayed your strength and grace while leaving him alive, so that he can be afraid and in awe of your power for more days to come?"

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"Why all would that make that motherfuckin more meaningful, brother? That scum can all come back and be at not dead here. 'Sides brother, it's not motherfuckin good for a jester not finish his motherfuckin harsher gestures! It all messes up the wicked punch lines and a motherfucker like Karkat needs to get the point."

Gamzee paused for a moment there. Briefly he touched his face where he had scarred from Nepeta's claws, those had had a point. Feeling some of his blood on it reminded him that he should be cautious in who he chose to ask about next. Not that anyone in particular seemed to be a good idea to ask about, but he could at least avoid Aradia for the time being.

"What about the motherfuckin yellow blood, where all is that filth up at?" he knew Equius had just said that he avoided interacting with the low bloods when he could, but since this one was interacting with Feferi he knew Equius couldn't have avoided him.

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Come back? Equius frowned, but said nothing on that subject. Breathing slowly, he declined commenting on Karkat at all. It might be safer that way; he wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep himself from giving in eventually.

He bit his lip again, watching Gamzee touch the scratches on his face. A stab of anger throbbed against his temple.

"The yellowblood and Miss Pei-- er, Feferi, I'm fairly certain they're living together," he said, again leaving out the location. Feferi may have been a sea dweller, but unlike with Eridan, he owed the empress apparent some respect. "They haven't shared where."

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"You motherfuckin got it in your thinkpan for where any of our motherfuckers are at?" Gamzee sounded like he couldn't believe Equius.

That rebellion streak of Equius's might have been running even deeper than Gamzee liked. His lips were starting to curl back into a snarl at the thought that he might not be getting any information here tonight and at the fact that he was being disrespected again. He was getting pissed enough that he let his right hand drop from his face and twitch a bit. The left hand curled tighter around his club.

If Equius didn't give him an answer he wanted to hear it was going to get ugly again.

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He hesitated again, catching himself almost nodding. No, he decided. He wouldn't tell Gamzee where they were. It was one of the few orders he couldn't allow himself to follow.

Instead, he shook his head, not meeting Gamzee's eyes.

"They've been keeping themselves well hidden."

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"You think it's all funny to up and lie to me?" If nothing else Equius should at least know where one of the other trolls was, "You motherfucking all want me to give you another motherfucking wicked punishment?"

Gamzee had had too much of this horse shit. Without even really thinking about it his right hand shot out for Equius's broken arm, if he got hold of it again he was going to do his best to make it bleed all over.

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Also without thinking, Equius caught Gamzee by the wrist before his own arm could be grabbed. His palm was sweaty, and once gripped Equius found he wasn't letting himself let go.

"Hn. Please, highblood. We're all that is left of our superior society."

He looked downward, grinding his teeth, hyperventilating, legs shaking. Under his breath he apologized again, fingers tightening around Gamzee's arm. He twisted his wrist upward.

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The words didn't even register in Gamzee's mind. He had been touched again by a filthy low blood who didn't know his place and every fiber of his being was filled with rage. It consumed his conscious mind so that he couldn't even register what had just happened to his wrist. What he did still register was the hefty club in his hand.

"Don't motherfucking touch me!" in that shout the juggling club's few unbloodied spots flashed as white as Gamzee's teeth.

The club was heading right for Equius's side. The only thing that could get Gamzee's attention away from that swing would be the breaking of large bones in his body or one hit to his weak spot.

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"Ack--" Equius's knees buckled and he fell back a step, still holding onto Gamzee's wrist and accidentally yanking, twisting it further. If anything snapped, however, Equius wasn't paying attention to hear it happen. Spots danced in his eyesight from the blow; he'd sidestepped the full force, but it had still struck a decent hit against his already broken ribs.

"Huh," he exhaled inarticulately, spilling more blood from between his teeth. He tried to say something to Gamzee, maybe an apology, maybe an admonition, but he couldn't form the words. Instead he just held onto Gamzee's arm still, squeezing his hand tightly around Gamzee's for lack of anything else.

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Gamzee's rage clouded vision was broken along with his bones. It didn't hurt all that much, but it was still just concerning enough for Gamzee to pay attention. Exhaling slowly he started to assess his situation again.

He wasn't sure if Equius was trying to say something, but he wasn't going to wait that long for him to articulate himself. Equius still had his arm and he was still damaging it, though from what Gamzee could tell this was at least unintentional. The fact that he thought it was unintentional calmed Gamzee down quite a bit, even if he still wanted to rip Equius's arm off for the touch in the first place, it at least made his next words far less angry.

"Equius, let me go."

He still had a grip on his club just in case, but it didn't seem like he was going to use it right away. Even if he was planning to use it as soon as he got his arm free.

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Equius closed his mouth, looking down at his hand clutched tightly around Gamzee's. Paling slightly he let go quickly, realizing the gravity of his behavior. He hadn't just twisted the highblood's arm, he'd yanked it irresponsibly. He could only hope the damage was not irreparable.

He looked downward again, taking a careful step backwards when he did.