OPEN FOR TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES

[harshwhimsy]

WHO: Gamzee vs EVERYBODY
WHAT: a juggalo is rampaging murderously, hunting a certain murderous fairy, attempted murder will happen to anyone who gets in his way. there's a theme here.
WHERE: through truth and consequences
WHEN: early evening 6/13
WARNINGS: violence, cursing, colorful shades of blood

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[scourgesister]

Okay, so maybe letting it slip to Gamzee that she had killed -- would eventually kill one of his good friends was a bad idea. But how was she supposed to know he'd flip his shit like that? Still, despite his new obsession with grinding her wings into stardust, she wasn't terribly worried. This was Gamzee they were talking about, after all. And she was still the strongest troll around. Having him sober up a little wasn't going to change that.

But while she was more than confident he wouldn't be able to bring her down, the others were a different case. And if he really did track her down, there was the tiny little problem of having him find and kill everyone else in the process. So when he'd called her out, she immediately set out from the hive, making sure it was out of sight before flying in low circles above the town. It wasn't like she was feeling a little protective of the others. No way. She'd just rather not give anyone any other shit to blame her for.

And then she saw him. Man, he looked like shit. She flew up behind him,

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A pivot, a shifting of the grip, and she brought the sword up to meet his strike, sending unnaturally large sparks careening off of the blade She hardly even had to think about it; the movements felt completely natural. Like she'd been wielding the thing for sweeps. Centuries, even. And even without his earlier promises to paint the walls with her enviable cerulean swill, his intent was clear. It radiated off of him in waves; the bloodlust was practically stifling now.

Stifling, but still not frightening. She smirked.

"Sorry, Your Highness. But if I'm going to be playing any part in your carnival--" She swung the blade in a circle, driving the club down toward the ground with it.

"--I'm going to be the main fucking attraction." Planting a boot firmly on the club, she kicked off hard, leaping up and over him. She righted herself in midair with a twist, bringing the blade down as she fell, aiming to slash at his (hopefully unprotected) back.

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Enviable cerulean? More like laughable, which was exactly what he did. It sounded like a roar, as mirthful as it was raging. She was nothing but a pedantic smear across a wall as far as he was concerned. His blood alone made him stronger, faster, better than anyone. So if she wanted to be the main attraction, he would oblige. By the time he got done with her, even her insides would be on display for all to see and admire.

Wet, thick, glistening.

Perfect.

It was amazing that she would make the same mistake again, trying to attack from behind him when all he had to do was move. Even faster now, he darted to the side but instantly back again, rushing clear past with the club aimed at the back of her head.

[scourgesister]

His speed might have caught her off guard before, but she wasn't quite as thrown off-base by it now. Maybe she'd be able to keep up if he hadn't scored a perfect roll, as well. But "maybe" wasn't going to change anything. Thankfully, he hadn't followed through on plucking her eyes from her head, leaving her vision eightfold intact; being able to see in 360 degrees came in handy in times like these.

There was no time to block and no time to back out of his reach, so she simply dropped, falling into a crouch. She was still within arm's reach, it was too risky -- but it the biggest risks always carried the greatest rewards. The biggest rush. And cheating death was nothing if not a rush.

This time, she brought the sword up vertically, turning as she got back on her feet, aiming right for his terrible grin.

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Gamzee immediately spun out of the way, the sword just barely ripping through his skull. He forced them both to a sudden halt as he caught her wrist tight in his fist, the dust seeming to settle in slow motion around them. His grip was crushing, the blade just scant centimeters from his face.

He wouldn't allow her to pull away if she tried, staring through her with piercing eyes and a broken smile. All he had to do was tilt her wrist just so and the sharp edge tore into his face, and he used her to rip a gash through his forehead right down to his skull. With a sudden tug, he tore through the skin of his face, down between his eyes and along the opposite cheek.

Purple blood spilled and splattered with the blue, staining his teeth. What should have been searing pain only succeeded in upping the thrill and increasing the intensity of his blood lust.

His rotten pan had forgotten about her eyes, until his own locked on to that seven-sighted monstrosity tucked away neatly in it's socket.

[scourgesister]

This...was not how she was expecting to land a blow. What the hell was he doing? The building pain in her wrist made it clear that she wasn't going to get out of his grip any time soon, but she pulled back uselessly anyway. He just had to grab the arm that actually hurt. What luck.

But that was the least of her problems. She noticed his stare, fixated on her eye, and her stomach went cold -- with rage or fear, she couldn't say. Either way, there was no way in hell she was letting him take her eye. And that meant it was time to see just how batshit insane he'd really gone. Meeting his bloodied stare with her own, she reached into his mind, and --

-- and had to fight the urge to retreat just as soon as she'd gone in. The noise was strange, eerie, not deafening but unbearable nonetheless. There was laughter, mixed in with the screams he'd been imagining, just as clearly as if they were her own. And some of them were. At the same time she could see walls decorated in every hue of the hemospectrum, broken bodies (oh God, was that her--);

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It was an odd thing to feel, and it was a first for him. Her probing in his mind felt like maggots squirming around in the meat of his brain, the holes rusted through staring back at her like a hungry beast in the darkness.

The grip on her wrist tightened as she dared try to bark a command at him, the strain pulling at the wond on his arm so blood spills more freely again. The cacophany of his mindspace grew louder, faster, intensifying as if trying to drown out the absurdity of her command. All the colors of the hemospectrion splashed around as skin split and bones crushed, and he finally pushed her back out with a bought of soul-crushing laughter that started in the furthest depths of his mind only to errupt as a harsh, gutteral bellow from his throat.

Gamzee raised the spiked club over his head, but instead of bringing it down at her face he aimed lower, going for her knee instead. First he took away her ability to fly, now it was time to take out her ability to run.

[scourgesister]

Vriska was still reeling from the sudden overload of raucous thoughts when she pulled back. Compared to the sickening laughter that came from both outside and inside his mind all at once, her own racing thoughts seemed downright silent in comparison. But that was good, silence was good right now -- anything sounded good as long as it wasn't that.

What she didn't expect to hear next was a sickening crack, as his club came down against her knee, hard, and both legs gave out from under her. True, trolls were much more durable than the average human, but after a blow like that there was no way something wasn't broken. She kept telling herself to hurry and get the hell up, but the pain made it difficult to do more than prop herself up on her good knee, using her sword to brace herself

[harshwhimsy]

This was proof. MOTHERFUCKING PROOF. Gamzee's claim of being far greater seemed to be holding true. She was god tier, but now he had her sparkly wings all to himself and the so called god on her knees before him like a sacrifice waiting for it's throat to be sliced. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, wanting to feel all that blue pour through his fingers, thick and hot. Though he actually managed to keep his patience for now, which is ironically the only thing that saved her.

He simply stepped to the side when the sword swung uselessly through the air, and the hand that had crushed her wrist now gripped firmly around her throat. Tightly, but not enough to choke off the scream he was anxiously waiting for. Gamzee sent her sword spinning away along the ground with a final swipe of his club before discarding it in favor of digging his fingers into the corners of Vriska's spider eye.

He was gonna make her fucking choke on it.

[ironicicon]

Even if the kid's post hadn't turned real alarming, real fast, Sis would've headed out to find him regardless. After seeing that little debacle between him and the spiderbrat though, she knew she definitely had to find him. 'Course the kid got there first, if that goddamn 4th of July lightshow was any indicator, and damn if she couldn't practically feel the shit hitting the fan when she landed on a rooftop near enough to make out what was going on down below. She was down the side of the roof at the crack, on the ground at the swing, and as his fingers dug into the side of her eye-

Vriska wasn't there anymore, held idly against Sis with one arm like she weighed nothing at all, the other holding her own sword at the ready.

"S'about enough of that, don't you think?"

SWOON. are we going vriska -> gamzee -> sis?

[scourgesister]

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He was really going to do it, and all she could do was kick and scratch at his hands like an idiot. What a joke. At this point, slapping a rubber nose on her would only be an improvement, because even in godhood, even with all the luck, it was clear now: she'd had her ass handed to her. And she was going to pay for it. Closing her eyes wouldn't do any good, not when she'd still be able to see through her own eyelids as he dug his fingers in and --

-- and suddenly he was gone, and she could breathe. She blinked. Good, nothing was missing. Once that check was out of the way, it had taken her a second to realize just how she was standing upright without screwing her knee up even further. Bewildered, she looked up at the figure at her side.

"...the hell did you come from?"

i would say yes~

[harshwhimsy]

Everyone should count themselves lucky that Gamzee had never made it to god tier. It already seemed that no power in paradox space could stop him.

Interrupt him though, that was a thing that could happen. A thing that was enough to give him momentary pause as he sized up the strange human. He curled his fingers around the hilt of the club again as he started towards them, the spikes digging lines through the pavement where it dragged at his side.

"She's mine. SHE'S MOTHERFUCKIN MINE, MOTHERFUCKER. Give her back!"

let's do this

[ironicicon]

"Texas- the fuck else?"

She didn't take her eyes off of Gamzee as she spoke, even though she turned her head toward Vriska, an expert at making things seem as they weren't. She sized the kid up, wondering how strong (compared to Jack, at least) he was considering that the girl seemed to be pretty high up in terms of The Game's levels and yet she wasn't putting up much of a fight. Shit, wasn't like she hadn't fought someone out of her league knowingly before- but then again, she hadn't had another life to protect then. At least, not one that wasn't already doomed with her.

"Gotta tell ya, ain't ever been one much for people trying to claim others like property. 'Specially not when they don't take any sorta care of what's theirs." She shifted a little, subtly putting herself between him and Vriska. "So I don't think I'll be giving anyone back."

YEAH BOYEE

[scourgesister]

The wave of relief that washed over her after seeing Sis was great, but short-lived. It quickly gave way to humiliation, and then anger. The good news was that she was saved. The bad news was that she'd needed saving at all. And of the three of them, she wasn't sure who she was angrier at. As if that wasn't enough, the way they talked about her sounded like two wigglers fighting over a toy. Snarling, she tried to take a step forward, only to be met with a white-hot burst of pain in her leg, one that made simply catching her balance seem like a challenge.

But all she had to do was get her hands on her own sword, and she'd show them both that Vriska Serket fought -- and won -- her own fucking battles.

"Hello? Still here. At least wait until I'm unconscious or something before you start talking about me like I'm dead."

WHERE MAKING THIS HAPPEN

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Bits of pavement ripped free as he tore the club from the ground and darted forward, closing the distance between them in less time than it took to blink. Vriska was little more than a broken doll right now, besides he wanted to keep her conscious a while longer. Keep her alive long enough to give her a slow, agonizing death. If his patience lasted that long anyway.

So he focused his attack on Sis, onehandedly swinging that immense, blood splattered club with the single minded desire to render the human into a red puddle at the bottom of a crater.

[ironicicon]

Gamzee was fast- Sis? Was the fucking fastest.

"Yo. The fuck're you swinging at, junior?"

Sis had long since moved, blade slung over her shoulder, the afterimage of her dissipating with the swing of the club. She tucked Vriska a little closer to her side, looking down at her, expression unreadable, and shook her head.

"Shutting up? Probably in your best interest right now spiderbrat. You need a medic." She turned her attention back to Gamzee, brows rising slightly over her shades. "That is, if you got any bright ideas about how I can take this kid down a little so he won't follow us."