Spinning deceit

[hasgonehonkers]

WHO: Gamzee and Mindfang
WHERE: In a dark locale near the City's so well known warehouse district
WHEN: Late into the night of the ninth, possibly into the morning of the tenth of August.
WARNINGS: Who do you see in this log?
SUMMARY: Two trolls sneaking around in the dark run into each other.
FORMAT: Words

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[octaocelli]

Mindfang hadn't really been bothered to watch where she was going -- she had quite a bit of luck today with the locals and it showed, judging by the way she was stuffing money into the slips of her petticoat. She had turned down the alleyway with the intent on cutting through to the next street, even taking a moment to remove her hat and dust it off.

However, she gives pause when she spots Gamzee in her pathway, one eyebrow raising slightly. A troll -- how interesting. Idly, she wondered if she had met this one before. It certainly wasn't her descendant, though he looked suspiciously familiar, and not in a good way.

[hasgonehonkers]

For the second time today Gamzee realized he was being observed by someone, and again he turned to look at them. Unlike with John though the homicidal troll did not grin at Mindfang. Keeping his mouth in a firm line and letting his eyes narrow into a glare he peeled his hand away from the wall, but was careful to make his movement slow. Luck siphoning could hurt him where other powers might not, and the clown remembered the things he learned about his ancestor.

"You're motherfuckin' Mindfang," he half hissed.

Though Gamzee didn't realize it, the purple symbol on his shirt had just become visible.

[octaocelli]

"Very good," Mindfang quipped in reply, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth. Of course, it threatened to disappear the moment her eye fell upon the blood caste symbol. "Aren't I lucky to have stumbled upon you."

She was beginning to grow tired of running into children -- though in this case, she would have rather dealt with this one than his counterpart.

"Descendant of the Grand Highblood. How positively charming."

[hasgonehonkers]

"He was all up at in being one of the only respectable motherfuckers up at in from your motherfuckin' time. Should get our motherfuckin' hope on that it's in at more motherfuckin' charming than all meeting some other motherfucker with a worse motherfuckin' ancestor."

Slowly he moved his right arm a little in front of him, the robot arm would be better than his still fleshy arm for blocking any sudden attacks. His left hand didn't twitch, but it did curl a bit into a position that was perfect for holding something like a club. There'd be no attack thrown yet, but Gamzee wasn't about to be unprepared.