[That honking. He's sure he remembered hearing it before and it sounded just as ominous as it tended to right now. But he was sure that he was bound to find a troll clown somewhere, unless said troll found him first. Which was highly possible since those horns were a bit of a distraction.]
[He'll take that as... well, maybe a 'Yes I'm around. Somewhere'. Or something, anyway, as it seemed to work close enough for him. On the other hand, that honk still was a bit unsettling. Walking slower, he continued to look around.]
[Closer was better, right? It meant that he'd at least finally catch up with Gamzee again instead of being plagued by constant, eerie, honking. On the other hand, there was something about the honking of the horn combined with the darkness that still made the whole thing unsettling. Suddenly the thought of actually not finding the source of the honking was beginning to sound like a better and better idea.]
I- I guess you're busy... maybe I should just be going...
[Was this some strange version of hide-and-seek? It did seem to be the perfect time to be playing a twisted version of the game and after the last time he spoke with Gamzee, he could imagine that it might not be that far of a stretch. After barely managing to snag the letter before it hit the ground, he looked at it and was a bit perplexed by the... what was that? Some sort of symbol? Whatever meaning it had was a bit lost on him.]
[In some strange way, he was sure that it was poetic and probably meaningful in some sort of way. What way, though, he wasn't exactly sure but given that there could be a few interpretations appointed to what it was that was being spoken about, he felt that the least he could do was see if there was anything he could do to help.]
I can try and help, I guess... [There was an unspoken 'but it would depend upon what you have in mind' since there was probably some things he couldn't help too much with.]
[...he'll take back everything bad he thought about those horns earlier. Compared to what was said, they were more than welcome.] H- how am I to help you then?
[This is doing nothing but remind him why clowns are frightening, troll clowns doubly so. The only logical thing to do was to start slowly backing away since he didn't want to take his eyes off of him.] I- I can understand that you are royalty, but I don't see how me being a stepladder can help with anything at all.
WHO THE FUCK SAID YOU HAD TO MOTHERFUCKIN GET THIS SHIT?
[He is walking towards the dude, honking his horns at a speed that makes them sound like a buzz, then slowing down and covering up every other word as his voice pipes back down.]
Slime's - on - help - miracle - magic - blood - hilarious motherfuckin bullshit.
S- sorry. [Slime? He wasn't too sure what that had to do with anything but apparently it was important. That horn was a bit mesmerising. He couldn't help but stare at it as it seemed to work against him.]
N- no. I still don't get it. There's no slime? A- and you need some?
[He nods enthusiastically in response to the question. Yeah, he needs slime. No, not to eat it.. He's gone past that. It's because the mystical goblet will be carved of a skull for that which is wicked righteous, and that slime is the perfect shade of green to paint on it the words of merry.]
GONNA MOTHERFUCKING DRINK FROM YOUR MUSICAL XYLOBONES, MOTHERFUCKER.
Mister Troll?
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...are you having fun?
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[Honk honk honk honk honk.]
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I- I guess you're busy... maybe I should just be going...
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[Sometimes.]
[There is a little purple :o) on the back of the letter.]
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honk honk honk honk HONK honk
wanna help a brother get really
REALLY
motherfucking unnecessarily
MOTHERFUCKING HIGH, MOTHERFUCKER?
honk
HONK :o)
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I can try and help, I guess... [There was an unspoken 'but it would depend upon what you have in mind' since there was probably some things he couldn't help too much with.]
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[There's no more honking.]
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BY KNEELING IN FRONT OF A HIGH MOTHERFUCKING SUBJUGGULATOR MOTHERFUCKER, don't you get it, I'm fucking royalty and you are my stepladder.
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[He is walking towards the dude, honking his horns at a speed that makes them sound like a buzz, then slowing down and covering up every other word as his voice pipes back down.]
Slime's - on - help - miracle - magic - blood - hilarious motherfuckin bullshit.
GET IT, MOTHERFUCKER?
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N- no. I still don't get it. There's no slime? A- and you need some?
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[He nods enthusiastically in response to the question. Yeah, he needs slime. No, not to eat it.. He's gone past that. It's because the mystical goblet will be carved of a skull for that which is wicked righteous, and that slime is the perfect shade of green to paint on it the words of merry.]
GONNA MOTHERFUCKING DRINK FROM YOUR MUSICAL XYLOBONES, MOTHERFUCKER.
[honk]
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