WHO: Gamzee, Carrie, and eventually Tavros
WHERE: some rooftop!
WHEN: forward dated slightly to the 18th!
WARNINGS: probably not??
SUMMARY: BIRD MEETS MURDER CLOWN. And then eventually the Peter Pan knock off busts in. I have no idea how this is going to play out, so you get a shitty summary.
FORMAT: quicklog!
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city swells with energy, the nightlife has begun )
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He doesn't recognize her immediately, but that's not going to change much as it still means that Gamzee's flash stepping near her, aiming for just outside of her field of vision. What the recognition does change here though, when it catches up, is that instead of Gamzee moving to attempt to bash Carrie's brains in he half hisses out:]
You.
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So Redbird is standing immediately on her roof ledge, head swiveling as she does to take in the who part of this whole deal, and-- oh. Hey. Him. She could've gladly gone her whole life without having to deal with this bane-of-the-imPorts guy.
She's ready to leap into open space, lighten her density, and catch a breeze with her cape, if need be. But for now she's still, quietly tensed, and looking completely unworried.
Totally casually, like he's just someone to say hi to on the street: ] Hey. Makara, right?
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Yes, it's Makara. Who the mother fuck all else looks like my ownself?
[He pauses only a bit to observe what he can of their surroundings, without looking directly too much at anything, and mentally note what he can about Redbird's stance before he says:]
You know Tavros.
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But she still doesn't move, and doesn't look any more than the calm-but-ready that she has going on now. Steadily: ] Yep. Friend of a friend, and all.
[ It's not clear if she's saying that makes her Gamzee's friend, or Gamzee her friend, or just calling up the colloquialism in general. ]
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