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Post by Sollux Captor on Jun 10, 2011 11:54:49 GMT -10
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Wanderer2 We 2hall Be
The clock had begun striking midnight when the first troll made his way through the back-door of Mr. Edgar’s store. He paused for a moment, lingering in the doorway as his ears strained to pick up any sound from within the store. Only the faint sound of moaning from the alleyways adjacent caught his attention; with a silent turn and a nod to his companion, he slipped into the inky-dark room. With a quick concentration of thought, a flicker of red light emanated from his left hand. A visual sweep of the room proved its vacancy. “Come on, KK,” He whispered, only briefly turning to make certain the other would be coming—or rather, to wait for the other to barge in and resume leadership of the scavenging mission they were on.
Sollux pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket, pulling it open and examining the muddled shopping list despite having memorized it long ago. The building was silent except for the light scratch of nails (or, he rationalized, perhaps bone by now) against a nearby door. A zombie stuck in a closet, no doubt, courtesy of a previous scavenger unwilling to waste energy killing the thing. Outside, in the filthy city street, new fallen snow dusted the ground, iridescent in the moonlight. Despite the cold draft from the window casement beside him, he longed to be out there, rather than in the dreary, suffocating chambers of the old shopping center. At least out there, a troll had room to maneuver if a fight was to be had. In here, he knew he would be just as likely to hit Karkat if attempted to swing something at the zombies with his powers. Funny, certainly, but dangerous in the long-run.
Once certain that they were safe, he turned to face his crabby companion, “Ju2t promii2e me you won’t lo2e your 2hiit and alert the hoarde agaiin.” He chided, leaning against the counter behind him. He kept his hand extended before him for the others’ sake, casting a dull-red luminescence over the closer objects in the room. From what he could tell, and his limited knowledge of human organizing, he assumed that they were in a storage area for one of the stores. Based on the smell still clinging to the chipped walls of the room, it had once held food that had spoiled long ago. His eyes drifted to a rusty sink, and the mirror hanging above it. He made his way over and cast his light over-head, using his free-hand to pull his glasses up.
Leaning over the basin of the sink and closer to the mirror, he examined the welt swelling across his left cheekbone. The bruise had already darkened to a deep, mustard yellow, the inflamed skin surrounding it urging his eyelid to shut. He muttered a quick, “damniit” under his breath, and pressed his glasses back into place. Of course there had been zombies on the way to the store and, by extension, of course they had had to fight them. Second nature, and a simple enough task for anyone to accomplish.--all of which only served to make the welt all the more damning.
His brows furrowed as he turned away from the mirror. He wanted to blame Karkat—after all, it had been in his defense that the wound had been received. When it came to fighting, it was rare that Karkat wasn’t in the thick of things. Yes, he wanted to be mad at Karkat for allowing a zombie to sneak up on him, but underlying reason made it clear that that he couldn’t have been blamed. In truth, he himself had been at fault, and that was what he hated the most. He was such an idiot, sometimes. Why couldn’t he have let Karkat deal with it on his own? It wasn’t as if he couldn’t have taken care of it—all Sollux really needed to do was shout ‘behind you’. Or, realistically, simply given the creature a psionic shove into the nearest tree branch. Why then, of all things, did he feel the need to physically pull the monster away from him. He assumed it was just his own stupid need to prove himself. Or maybe help out a friend. Either way, he was thoroughly convinced that it had been an awful idea.
Wordlessly, he turned to face Karkat, extending his hand toward the center of the room once more. He willed himself to ignore the welt and the embarrassment along with it, instead attempting to consider the task at hand. He considered the layout of the building, despite knowing how purposeless it would be to try and plan their trail. There was no doubt in his mind that Karkat would be leading their trek—the danger of Karkat blowing a fuse over not getting to lead was far more daunting than being led on a stupid trail, anyways. He wasn’t terribly worried; Karkat was prone to acting like an idiot, but had proven himself as a good-enough leader in times of crisis. He placed his free hand in his pocket and waited, ”You fiir2t, oh magniifiicent leader.” He said.
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Post by The Sufferer on Jun 14, 2011 22:33:42 GMT -10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee301/RyuuYamiko/DERP.jpg) ] KARKAT VANTAS WITH A THOUSAND LIES AND A GOOD DISGUISE. HIT THEM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Karkat couldn't help but be put more and more on edge every moment Sollux took his sweet ass time lingering in the door way. Nervously he bounced on the balls of his heels. It bothered Karkat to be out in the open, he felt like he had a bull's eye painted on his back. Like he was right fucking there for the undead to take (a good old zombie grubmeal, free toy with every fuckass eaten) and Sollux was only helping them by continuing to linger in the god damn door way. He breathed a faint sigh of relief when Sollux disappeared into the inky darkness and it took only a moment for Karkat to follow him. "Like you need to tell me." He hissed under his breath, unwilling to alert any undead piece of crap to their location.
As Sollux pulled out the list Karkat took to straining his eyes, and his ears, taking in the surrounding area the best he could. To be honest Karkat was surprised that Sollux hadn't ripped the list with how often he looked it over. Didn't he have it burned into his thinkpan already? A permanent part of shitty thoughts? Whatever, didn't matter. If Sollux wanted to waste precious time and his own neck to look at something he had surely memorized it wasn't his fucking problem. Only it was, fuck. Keeping an irritable grunt in his own head he looked around the room. Despite being able to see quite well compared to their human counterparts, this sort of darkness was still quite difficult. It of course infuriated Karkat to have to rely on Sollux for their source of light, but it was more convincing then carrying around one of those light making devices that the humans were so fond of.
"Fuck you too Captor. Fuck you and the entitled hoofbeast you rode in on." Karkat could hear the sounds of the distant undead, and even the scraping from within the same building as themselves. However once inside Karkat felt much more confident. Close range, he could handle that shit. His weapons were made for close range, he could cut through their motherfucking throats no problem when they were stuck in close quarters, when he could keep a fucking eye on all of the enemies that he had to deal with. Karkat supposed that's why he had been so easily caught off guard during their past encounters. He had rushed straight in--alone, just as he had always been taught not to. He had let one get behind him, just as he had been reprimanded for so many times before. Had been unable to handle the large expanse of land given to him to deal with. All the more reason to feel guilty for the new bruise his friend now sported.
Although a small part of him said that he couldn't take all the blame for it. That really Sollux could have handled the situation much better then he had. That Sollux probably had a million other options presented before him. Karkat still just couldn't shake the pang of guilt that twisted his digestive sack in the most unpleasant of ways. Sollux had taken that shiner, had gotten hurt in his defense. There was nothing more that Karkat hated than that. In a way he would have rather Sollux had let him get bitten, if only to save his pride. Of course Karkat knew that was stupid, that above everything keeping each other from getting bitten was highest priority. However he hated that feeling of debt he was obliged to feel, especially to his friend.
Turning away he let Sollux have his girly moment in front of the mirror in private. The stench, as he strayed only slightly away from his companion finally hit him. It took all of his self restraint to not pull his shirt over his nose. No, he would not look horribly silly while he was in a possibly life or death situation. It was stupid. Fuck that. More so fuck humans and their fucking storage systems. Fuck them for keeping all of the food in such a place and fuck their food for spoiling and causing such a stench. He glanced back at his companion, hoping his girly time was over already, only to find Sollux gesturing towards the room. Okay fine, he wanted Karkat to go first, he would go first and he would handle it like a god damn champ. He would beat down every single obstacle and rub it in Sollux's face.
"That's right me fucking first. You too much of a pansy to start up without mama Karkat holding your hand? Panties in a bunch and up your nook?" Every word snapped like those silly grub bracelets hit against a wrist. Without a glance back at Sollux he stepped forward his anger blinding him. Carefully he made his way around the room, through the aisles of rotting food and other assorted items, each as useless as the last Karkat noted. It took a few moments for things to finally register in his think pan that he wasn't quite sure what was first on the list to find. With an angered sigh he clutched the grips of his sickles harder before turning around on his heel. "What's first on that fucking list of yours? And please don't tell me you have to pull it out again that has got to be burned into the back of your weird ass eyes already."
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Post by Sollux Captor on Jun 22, 2011 17:32:52 GMT -10
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Wanderer2 We 2hall Be
Of course Karkat was angry.
And of course, Sollux had no idea what had caused it this time—what reason there was this time for Karkat to be an abraisive twit. Chances are there wasn’t a reason at all. Karkat just loved to get mad and take it out on everyone around him. Everyone, in many cases meaning himself. He silently mused that he must have been pathologically masochistic to constantly subject himself to the other troll’s company.
He rembered why, however, when the other turned on his heels and demanded an answer from him. At that, Sollux could only sneer. In his experience, those who were the hardest to tolerate had the hardest time tolerating things that didn’t go their way; though most of that experience had derived from Karkat himself. With a chuckle, and a slow lumber forward, Sollux shrugged. “Who know2? ii gue22 my mutant freak braiin ju2t won’t let me retaiin any iinformatiion that ii2n’t codiing and…what diid you call iit? Freaky p2ychiic 2hiit? ii gue22 iit’2 up two you two fiind…” He allowed himself a soft chuckle, stifled only at the sound of a groan behind a nearby door. His smile faded and laughter disappaited, the sudden recollection of where they were deterred him from extending the joke. “The viideo 2tore fiir2t. We need two piick 2ome electroniic part2, and 2ome moviie2 for the human2.” he said, unable to mask the sudden discomfort in his voice. He motioned with his head for Karkat to lead on.
Groups had never quite been his forte; even with the aspect of having to socialize with them gone, Sollux still couldn’t quite cope with the knowledge that they were surrounded by so many other entities—brainless or not. The thought of them all crushing in on the two of them, of caging them in…it didn’t matter that they could fight their way out of anything, the mere thought of all of those faces boring into him was enough to send a shiver rocketing up his spine.
He stuck tight by Karkat’s side, using the other troll as an unwitting guide. He and the darkness were not on the best of terms—sweeps spent staring in front of a computer screen for hours on end had rendered his vision in the dark less that satisfactory. Even with the soft glow of his hand, it was all a blurry mess to him. Edges merged into one another, colors faded and blended into a fine palette. He smiled despite himself, briefly wondering if this was how Terezi saw the world. He stumbled over something metallic on the floor, barely catching himself before he toppled over. Nope, definitely not how she saw it. He couldn’t recall ever seeing the girl trip, despite her blindness. Apparently that was an individual blessing given to him when he needed it the least.
He cleared his lungs, and continued along, hoping that the other might not have noticed. Or if he had, that he wouldn’t say anything about it. He knew better enough to not actually expect either to come true. “iit 2hould be around the corner….” his voice trailed off as he stuck his hand, and then his head around the corner. Through squinted eyes, he surveyed the blank space in front of the video store. A wilted plant in one corner, a couple of neon letter lights shattered against the ground—otherwise safe. He pulled his hand back, using it to brush his bangs to the side, “ii bet you anythiing iit’2 teemiing wiith zombiie2.” He said, voice thick with bitter resentment. “Or iit’ll be 2et up wiith burglar alarm2, and we’ll get the entiire horde on our a22e2 becau2e 2ome whiiny human grub2 couldn’t go a week wiithout whatever 2hiity kii22y moviie they’re expectiing u2 two fiind.” He trudged on, hoping that the other troll would share in his sentiments. Beyond food and clothing, the movies and electronic parts had been the only items on the list? What kind of a nooksucker sent a troll out to get things for humans? That asshole who ran the encampment, that’s who.
Though knowing Karkat, he would probably disagree just for the sake of disagreeing.
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Post by The Sufferer on Jun 30, 2011 5:08:52 GMT -10
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Although Karkat would never admit it, he enjoyed their 'friendly' bickering. It was something he somewhat looked forward to with his encounters with Sollux. Of course there were times when they really pissed each other off. When they really could do with clawing at each other's throats, but in the end somehow, they'd end up laughing it off. Or at least reconciling in some way, shape or form. Though by most standards it wouldn't be considered anything close. Perhaps this is why, even in a situation like this, Karkat couldn't help but bicker.
Karkat sneered back at sollux, his upper lip curling to revel nubby little fangs. However his expression dropped at nearly the same time as the psychic's did. He wasn't in the mood to be dealing with another pack of the undead and he was sure Sollux's wasn't either. ]color=gray]"I take it they're requesting some shit ass human flick?"
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[/color]He mummered under his breath, yellow eyes flicking from one side of the room to the other just to make sure nothing was moving. Finding nothing moving he pressed on, all of the sudden much more aware of his surroundings. No matter how much, or how little Karkat enjoyed their bickering. He had to admit, it was fucking dangerous at times. It put them both at ease, and it dulled their senses. Sadly, they needed that shit, to well, live. Living seemed like a rather good thing to keep on doing. Perhaps a bit slower than he would have preferred he made his way down the aisle that led to their destination. Even if the slow pace was eating at his nerves, gnawing like the many mouths of the zombies that roamed not far from them, it was better then making too much noise and-- oh fuck. Karkat, could have nearly cracked his own neck from the speed at which he whipped around to face Sollux. What in the ever loving fuck was he even doing? Did he want to get them both eaten? Was he really clumsy enough to not pay enough attention to the ground to avoid the metallic objects that littered the ground? Though, that was pretty much a lie wasn't it? Sollux had to be one of the more graceful trolls he knew, at least, in the way he held himself. Especially compared to Karkat. Though, even hairy human-like beasts had more grace than Karkat, so it wasn't exactly a great feat. More like it would be the disgrace to end all disgraces if they were below Karkat on such a level. For the moment though, he simply gritted his teeth and let the psychic speak. He could be angry at him later. Right now they had a job they had to deal with. With a frown he did his own surveying of the land before him. Same shitty excuse for a once city. Apparently this city had once been really popular, had once been known for being rather pretty. If that was the case, the city could barely be called a ghost of what it once was. More like this was an entirely different place. Covered in dirt and grime, spattered blood and assorted scattered limbs, it could only be considered beautiful in a macabre way. Even then it would take some sort of sick art freak to get his bulge all excited about this place. "That would be just our luck wouldn't it?" He muttered sparing a glance at the other troll. "Sounds exactly like the kind of shit we'd get caught up in. Fucking squishy humans better be grateful, down on their knees and worshiping us. Make cheap, gold painted idols of us to be spread to every human familial gathering block."A pause. " I take it this is a purely human excuse for a movie store and there arn't going to be any troll movies?" He took a moment longer, considering his next action before he splayed his hand gently on Sollux's back, in a friendly manor. So as not to startle him. "If you're going to keep tripping over shit, hold onto me. I'd rather deal with your bony fingers in my flesh than a horde, brought on because you kicked a fucking soda can." With a nod at sollux he looked around one more time before making a beeline for the store. The sooner they got finished the better. Barring anything stopping him Karkat would be the first in, the first out. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. [/color] [/div] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] Jesus christ it is 5 am. No spell check, no betaing ever. Not sure if anything makes sense. Goodnight. |
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Post by Sollux Captor on Jul 9, 2011 15:44:53 GMT -10
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Wanderer2 We 2hall Be
One with vision twofold was generally expected to excel in the art of vision—or so the name implicated, anyways. In some matters, Sollux could attest to this. The ability to see and register things quickly, to see beyond what others could, certainly; but that was all in the light. Moonlight, the light of his computer screen, iridescent bulbs hanging from the ceiling of the sleeping room, brighter light emanating from his own hands, anything, really. As far as Sollux knew, it was the daywalking humans who were supposed to be awful in the dark; for Sollux, sweeps of being stuck in front of a computer screen had done their damage on his night-vision.
All of which being facts that Sollux wasn’t terribly eager to disclose. With a scoff, he punched the other in the shoulder with his free hand, “Ii can 2ee ju2t fine. Ii’m tryiing two keep a look out for zombiie2 ahead, not watchiing the floor liike 2ome zombiie2 are ju2t goiing two 2priing out of iit and 2tart niibbliing on our ankle2.” He chided in a whisper. The irritation he would have wanted to express for his ruse largely fell flat—he couldn’t bring himself to stay mad at Karkat when the other was being semi-pleasant for a change. Shared sentiments, mutual dislike? He might have commented on how strange such an occurrence was, had the ever-present threat of the walking dead not been present.
He saw one out of the corner of his eye—dead, slumped on the ground with a long indentation through his head just between his small horns. Green blood caked around the festering wound, mouth gaping open and eyes drooping to the floor. An axe wound, perhaps, given the width of the slice into the brain. He hated it—hated them. Not for their bloodlust, nor how they ruined civilization, but for what they represented. Who was that troll? What had he done in his life? Who had been in his quadrants? Where was his lusus?
They didn’t care. They couldn’t care. They had all turned savage, humans and troll alike, if they weren’t already. No one thought about who’s friend they might be slicing up. It didn’t matter anymore; no one blinked an eye when they fell gurgling to the ground.
He shook his head, daring a quiet intake of air. No, not now. Not ever. What help did it do to consider such things? They were a savage species anyways; if not zombies, it would only be one another. Or rather, if not zombies, than they would be killing each other moreso than they were now.
He followed Karkat wordlessly, tight by his side and illuminated hand extended. Dignity wouldn’t allow him to take the others’ arm, but that certainly didn’t mean he wouldn’t stand directly next to him and follow his movements.
The store was at least semi-lit from the windows implanted into the walls. “Thank Gog.” he muttered, pushing past the other and further into the ruins of the store. Numerous movie cases littered the ground, knocked over either in haste, or by a misguided lurker. They were of no concern to him; the humans had suggested a number of movies to him, a few of the older humans with younger ones (though the aspect of parents and children remained completely unpalatable to him) had suggested animated flims, whilst others suggested romance, comedy; he had resolved to simply take a few handfuls at let them get mad about his choices as they inevitable would. “Ju2t piick whichever moviies you want. They’re all bound two be completely terrible.” He said with a flippant wave in one direction, taking the opposite direction himself.
His eyes strained to read the titles on the shelves he passed, searching for meaning in the foreign words he could already barely read. He eventually gave up trying to read them, and began selecting based on the pictures. A human male hovering on a carpet with a human female clinging to his back? Sure, why not? He shoved it into the messenger bag he had brought to hold the loot he was bound to find. Awkward automobiles with faces? No, that just sounded like the worst idea that someone ever vomited onto a screen.
He picked and chose for a while, tactfully skipping over the entire section with gruesome box-art.
Eventually, Sollux came to the section that he could only assume were the romantic comedies—if the art of human couples kissing and holding one another was anything to go by. He took in the movies, selecting a few, and rounded a corner as he continued to scan.
So engrossed was he, that he would have missed the zombie a mere few feet away from him were it not for the startled gurgle it admitted. He barely had enough time to react before she was upon him; in the haze of the sudden attack, he stumbled backward into the movie-shelf. It rattled, but held. Claws lunged toward his mid-section as the wriggler of a zombie tore towards him, shrieking viciously at him. He force pushed her back before she could reach him, sending her soaring into the wall away from him. His heart still racing, he again used his powers and lifted her from the ground before smashing her back into it.
He repeated the process, his free hand gripping the movie shelf behind him until his knuckles turned white. She continued shrieking. Again, he smashed her head-first into the ground. Her shrieking turned into a slurred yell. Two more times he continued the action, until the gurgling stopped entirely.
His breath caught in his throat—this was bad. This was terrible. This was unbelievably dangerous. She must have been recently dead to still make such noises—perhaps no more than half a sweep. A young human girl such as herself wouldn’t have been alone, which meant that there were bound to be more undead in the shopping center than they had anticipated.
Which also meant that the girls’ screams would inevitably have alerted the rest of them to their position.
Sollux flung himself from the rack and cupped his hands around his mouth. It seemed secrecy was no longer a priority, “KK! We have two get our 2hiit out of here!” He shouted.
If they could just get out of the shopping center in time, they could close the door and escape a fight; or at least take the fight outside.
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