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[honkalypse]

i be all kicking the wicked shit somewhere else.
BUT TELL AT ME WHO YOU'RE UP AND BEING.
so a brother can get his contact on and we can chill later. ;o)

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[speakveryclearly]

[She crashes into her respiteblock Wednesday afternoon an absolute mess. Makeup smeared, hair frazzled, aura like a stained glass window. It's all awful, all unfashionable. Nobody cares about her nice soft cool blue dresses. Nobody finds it comforting, by which in a strange sense she means attractive. Everything is stupid.

As she fiddles with her lipstick, not sure whether to make up her lips or mark up the walls, she taps out a netbook message to her neighbor.]

Have You Ever Woken Up From A Nightmare And Then Realized You Just Fell Back To Sleep Again

[honkalypse]

[He's been trying to message two people constantly since he's gotten here. Both handles would be familiar to Kanaya. There is getting to be a staggering number of messages to those handles now.]

what are you motherfucking saying at me?
YOU UP AND MOTHERFUCKING MEANING YOU'RE ALL STUCK DOWN IN THOSE UNRIGHTEOUS NIGHTMARES?
cause yeah
YEAH, I MOTHERFUCKING GOT YOU.

[speakveryclearly]

No
Its A Figure Of Fucking Speech
In My Case Anyway
Take A Wild Guess
Thats Something You Do Isnt It

[honkalypse]

trolls can be up and tied all up with nightmarehorrors when they've got their wake on too.
GOT YOUR UPSET ON ABOUT FINBROTHER, DON'T YOU?
motherfucker's up and leaving, just like

[And well, he doesn't finish that, but if she's close to the wall of his room, she might hear a thump like something got thrown.]

[speakveryclearly]

[Eeeeeeasy there, Gamzee.]

No
Hes Staying Right Here
He Just Wont Have A Fucking Thing To Do With Me Is All

He Stole Your Kill In The Alpha Timeline And There I Reacted Accordingly

[honkalypse]

[SHE'S NOT HIS MOIRAIIIIL <--whiny child voice. And no he won't go easy, because he's still in tantrum/rage mode. Just because the killing has temporarily stopped...]

ALL UP AND BEING THE MOTHERFUCKING THING.
difference doesn't got no matter on.
JUST LIKE THE MOTHERFUCKING HUMANS ARE BEING.

[speakveryclearly]

I Cant Even Make Sense Of Any Of Those Sentences
The Preponderance Of Prepositions Has Officially Gone Too Far


You Are Not To Lay So Much As A Single Digit Let Alone A Dextral Extremity On Him
Is That Understood
He Hates Me For What I Apparently Did To Him In The Least Enjoyable Possible Way And Has Stated He Will Never Forgive Me
But I Have Between Timelines Made Him My Responsibility In Two Very Different Senses Of The Term
I Am Expected To Solicit His Forgiveness For A Crime I Never Even Committed
Do You Realize The Sheer Agony Of My Position

[In an extremely rare case, this relationship would be less complicated if it involved sex and also involve less emotional blackmail.]

[honkalypse]

not a motherfucking finger.
NO HARMING GOING TO BE COMING AT THAT MOTHERFUCKER WHAT TO MAKE HIM BLEED.
and i got some ideas, bitchsis, but you lay them all down at me more.

[Also he made no promises to not experiment with his chucklevoodoos, though he has no idea if they'd work on somebody higher...]

[speakveryclearly]

[...not only does she not know they're a thing, but she would probably not exactly view their usage as entirely unfair...]

Alright
Good

His Blood Is Entirely Motherfucking Mine And He Will Have To Understand That Eventually

[honkalypse]

he's up and got his self here, don't he?
MOTHERFUCKER WILL HAVE TO GET HIS UNDERSTAND ON SOMETIME.

[speakveryclearly]

Ive Got My Entire Undeath Ahead Of Me
And Seadwellers Live A Long Time
Assuming They Dont Get Cut In Half

[honkalypse]

YOU'RE ALL UP AND HAVING THE CHAINSAW.
not up to be using what the one i've got in here.
MAYBE.
honk
HONK
hOnK

[speakveryclearly]

Dont Downplay Your Carnal Creativity
Or Sickle Skills For That Matter

[speakveryclearly]

[The labor of silently sawing this hole through is slow. It has to be on account of the (regretabbly only near) silence involved. It's a work of precision, so that she can manage, but... still frustrating. The wall is far away. Too far. Quenching her thirst (what should have been first) is always on her mind. She needs to drown her sorrows. She needs to look Dionysus in the face and pretend to laugh. She needs an indulgence of her need for pretty (parched pale, pitch black) poetry.

Finally it gives, and she holds the liberated disk of wall in her shining fingers.]

[honkalypse]

[If he wakes-- well, who's kidding? He finally got to sleep (fell unconscious more like) and there's not much that could disturb his rest right now.

He's sprawled out on his side in the pile, clutching something to his chest. Disturbed, for all that he's out like a light. Nightmares are natural without sopor.]

[speakveryclearly]

[Aw. He's asleep. How pitiful. Not. Man, it would be nice if she had someone to watch sleep as she didn't. But she sure does not and that sure isn't about to start being a thing. Yep.

She sets the wall down and steps in, swift and silent. They probably fell asleep together at some point during their pale dollhive period. She doesn't remember positively; this isn't the same. She wraps herself around him, tight and searing light, and rests her head on his shoulder.]

[honkalypse]

[All but in a coma or not, he's still a troll so when she wraps around him his instincts finally force him awake. He doesn't quite struggle but he does go stiff for a moment or two out of reflex.]

What are you motherfucking up to, bitchsis?

[speakveryclearly]

[She's silent for a little while - she doesn't... really know. She is a piece of seaweed, drifting in the ocean. That is her approximate worth as a person. This is not a healthy thing to think.

She only gets closer. Softer, though her words are still as always clear and sharp.]

I was alone.

[honkalypse]

Got your thoughts filed up that we should be alone motherfucking together.

[It's not quite inflected as a question, and he still doesn't move to shake her off. He lies still, almost too still, and hardly breathing.]

[speakveryclearly]

That's what we always are - even here, [and she always stumbles over how to address him, even after all this (really rather little) time] Makara mine. Always alone in our own way.

[Suddenly she strikes the skin of his neck with her fangs, just as a puncture wound, from which she immediately draws away.] Always together.

[honkalypse]

[He hisses at the attack, but the sound is relieved instead of upset. This is the way it should motherfucking be.]

Most miserable lame ass motherfuckers there was ever being. Alone together.

[speakveryclearly]

[She puts her fingertip just inside the corner of his lips (no nail and off makeup! It's a nice night!) to tug it up into something more closely resembling a smile.]

Hey now. We are not lame. At least not relatively.

[honkalypse]

[He holds the smile, but it's strained and falls flat.]

Aren't we? My lookstubs were motherfucking DRAGGED OUT OPEN. What are we really being all in this motherfucker of a universe?

[speakveryclearly]

We don't belong here. But then again, nobody does. Existence is an act of spite, mostly, all the more so now that the game we were hatched for is over.

[With this she sets to somewhat languidly licking the blood off his skin where it pools.]

[honkalypse]

All motherfucking over now, you got that down. We're not being anything more than sparkbeasts in a jar, with that lid all down motherfucking tight and our little wing-lights up and sputtering rage at the glass.