Jan 27, 2012 23:33
There's a man in a bowler hat and a fur overcoat sitting in a snowbank out back. He's currently looking out at the frozen lake, pistol in hand.
Not much interesting about him except for the fresh, gaping, self-inflicted headwound.
He's a little upset, but botherable.
john mccabe,
karkat vantas,
elrond
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So it is that there is a grey-faced adolescent with nubby but brightly-colored horns, kicking slush out of the worn path out to the forge. He is bundled up in a black corduroy jacket; the Cancer symbol is embroidered in red, which is another thing he's getting used to.
The guy with a hole in his head doesn't get a second look, because Karkat notices the problem on the first one. He can smell blood. "OH WHAT THE FUCK, I UNDERSTAND YOU CAN'T HELP BEING DEAD BUT YOU COULD AT LEAST COVER THAT SHIT UP. SOME OF US JUST ATE." Despite his bluster, his eyes are a little wide, and--it's hard to tell, but his pallor might be a little more pallid.
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He shakes a handful of grey diamond-shaped soft candies into his hand; to a modern-era human, they would look like Gushers, because that was what they were alchemized from. He pops them in his mouth and chews. He is willing to talk with his mouth full, too.
"IN CASE YOU FORGOT, YOU FUCKING SHOT ME. THESE WILL HEAL IT." He is being ruder than usual for Milliways, but about average for his usual behavior outside the bar; he figures once you have shot him, you have given up your rights to multicultural courtesy for a while.
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"Sooner or later this place is gonna drive me outta my goddamn mind," he mutters.
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"LOOK, HUMANS MOSTLY DON'T MAKE ANY GODDAMN SENSE TO ME AND NOW I AM STUCK LIVING HERE WITH A WHOLE SHITLOAD OF YOU PINK MONKEYS. THE ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH IT IS TO NOT GIVE A FUCK. YOU ARE YOU AND THEY ARE THEM AND IT'S NOT YOUR PROBLEM. YOU CAN TAKE THE STUFF THAT WORKS FOR YOU AND JUST IGNORE THE STUFF THAT DOESN'T."
"I THINK THE HUMAN WORD FOR THAT IS 'MULTICULTURALISM,' IT'S WEIRD YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF THAT." It is not a concept trolls celebrate, by and large.
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"Well, place has got good whiskey at least," he says. "Maybe I could invite you 'n' some o' your not-demon buddies, hire some whores and have a night on the goddamn town. Make the best o' the situation. Hell, we can invite Old Nick. What do you say to that?"
McCabe starts to laugh. It starts as a chuckle and slowly builds to full-on shrieking maniacal laughter.
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"Now you listen, I ain't gonna ask you a third time."
OOC: We could talk to a security mun or he could decide against it.
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The truth is, until McCabe threatened him again, Karkat was ready to walk away with no hard feelings. He has lived a rough and tumble life on a rough and tumble world. But when someone who has shot you once starts to make threatening noises, you need to take action.
The Tinkerblade appears in his hand; despite the silly name, it's a heavy sickle with a blade of polished, sharpened bone. It does not look like this one will heal you. He does turn now, fixing the adult with a yellow glare. "I HAVE DECIDED I HAVE HEARD ENOUGH WHINY BULLSHIT FOR ONE DAY. KEEP YOUR MOAN FUNNEL CLAMPED UNTIL I GET TO THE FORGE, YOU SELF-PITYING BAG OF GARBAGE, OR YOU ARE GOING TO START LOSING ( ... )
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Then he sneers and shakes his head. "Aw, t'hell with this shit."
He turns around and walks toward the lake.
OOC: Derringer, not Dillinger. Derp.
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