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[cancerthatiskillingrp]

[ There is a trick to dealing with temporal displacement, or whatever the fuck you call it when you were in one place and suddenly wake up in another. That's generally not to panic while putting on your thinking cap and figuring out what the heck happened, or you know, calmly asking those around you for help. Unfortunately, Karkat doesn't really do calm or rational when shit goes wrong.

Probably because sleep isn't a luxury afforded to Karkat on the best of days, even before Jack's destruction of Prospit and Derse. He'd spent the entire SGRUB campaign awake, not once taking a break to get some much needed rest. He probably wouldn't have even slept afterwards, had Kanaya, Tavros, Equius and the others not had a lapse of sanity so grand (debatable, since he doubted any of them had two working brain cells to rub together most days) that clearly the solution to enabling Tavros to walk again was to chainsaw the lower half of his body off and grant him a pair of robolegs, all while he was standing innocently by. Unprepared for the flood of orange-brown blood coming his way.

Fucking idiots, the lot of them. It had been a wonder any of them had survived their time in the game, one of Gamzee's retarded miracles that would remain unexplained. It still hadn't been enough to save them. He hadn't done enough.

Needless to say, waking up with a group of unfamiliar, unconscious bodies in a room he'd never seen before was a blaring exhortation horn to his think pan that something had gone horribly, inexplicably wrong. Well, wronger than things were previously. He takes deep, gasping breaths in a useless attempt to keep his cool, deciding to abandon the not-quite-corpse party and head for the outdoors. Looks he's making an effort to harass the first person he sees that will give him the time of day.

Poor you. ]

HEY, YOU. YES, YOU, THE SLACK JAWED, DROOLING BUFFOON I'M CURRENTLY POINTING MY CLAWED, TACTILE APPENDAGE AT.

YOU.

YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK WE'RE DOING HERE, WHY WE'RE IN THESE RIDICULOUS OUTFITS, AND WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO EVERY LAST ONE OF MY BARELY TOLERABLE FORCED TRAVELING COMPANIONS OR I'M GOING TO FLIP MY SHIT. I WILL FLIP MY SHIT SO WELL AND SO LONG THAT IT WILL BE CHARRED TO A GRILLED PERFECTION, AND JUST WHEN YOU THINK IT CAN'T POSSIBLY GET ANY BETTER, I WILL COVER IT WITH THE MAYO OF EXQUISITE BATSHITTERY AND FORCE IT DOWN YOUR GAPING FEED CHUTE-

[ Any time you wanna cut in would be good. ]

Comments

[stubbornskeptic]

Excuse me? I don't think you have any business speaking to a lady that way, mister! I ought to wash your mouth out with soap after all that!

2/3

[splinterself]

[And he gives the troll a long, disbelieving look.] Oh mother fuck.

[isolates]

[...]

You need to calm down first. That's a shitty way of asking for help.

[hoperaider]

[Jake is surprised enough that Karkat can just keep on trucking.]

[meteorblade]

[...]

Are you done?

[cawcawmthrfckrs]

Holy shit, you need to shut the fuck up before my ears start bleeding from the unrelentin' assault you're givin' 'em.

[His poor Alpha self.]

[sinkslikearock]

[Toph rubs her ear.]

I'm blind, not deaf. I can't even hear half of whatever you're saying just 'cause you're that loud.

[minetodecide]

...

and the tag parade continues xD

[viiru2alert]

[Sollux had been slouching around as usual up until this point. It wasn't very hard in principle, this place called the World; he had no guild and barely enough money to feed himself, but that wasn't a very different state of affairs than when he was back on Alternia. But in practice, as it turns out, it kind of sucks.Tthere's never any easily available food sitting in the proverbial thermal hull, your predictable newbie-preying douchebags inflict real damage now, but most importantly, there is no ragequitting.]

[He can't even count the amount of times he's wanted to ragequit on this shitty goddamn no-good World. It sucks. It's predictable, but it sucks. Though asking around earned him nothing but ridicule -- "How do I get out of here?" "By signing out, dumbass" -- so he's just going to cork it for now.]

[So we have a little Sollux walking along, 'frilly spellbook' under his arm, minding his own business as usual. He's got his hood pulled up, and Karkat may be hard-pressed to see those tiny horns in the twilight.]

[He grins when he hears the unmistakable voice, sniggers a bit even, but doesn't turn around. Might as well have Karkat have his fun, ranting to whoever is convenient because something didn't go his way. So he remains unresponsive, aware that this would only make Karkat even madder; and at a natural pause in the furious monologue, he speaks.]

Thlow down there, fuckwit. Don't want to hurt yourthelf.

[solveforn]

[Shouting! N rarely encountered this much shouting, and he frankly had no immediate way to handle such a bizarre encounter. Not to mention the person before him was clearly not a human being, and thus was frankly quite fascinating to the green-haired trainer.

He would get invested, some more, but admittedly the shouting is keeping him at bay. He remains fairly silent, unsure of how to handle the volume and anger.]

[timeliness]

...hello, Karkat. Calm down, first of all.

[shiningascent]

All I heard was 'grilled' and 'mayo'.

What are we doing?

[adarable]

[ Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnope, cutting in is Not A Thing she will be doing, mostly because she is pretty stupefied right now, ha.

What are these words you're saying, she doesn't understand like half of the curse words and insults and threats you're even saying. ]