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Murderparty Deluxe Extravaganza [CLOSED]
Who: The Signless, the Psiioniic, the Initiate, Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, and possibly some others
What: Signless does a Bad Thing and sets off a chain of increasingly Bad Things because of it, a lot of people die
When: Now
Where: In the jungle
Warnings: Exactly what is says on the tin; also, suicide.
[Tag in below! It'd be great if threads could go more or less in chronological order but we all know what's happening when so just go wild. It's a party! A murderparty!]
What: Signless does a Bad Thing and sets off a chain of increasingly Bad Things because of it, a lot of people die
When: Now
Where: In the jungle
Warnings: Exactly what is says on the tin; also, suicide.
[Tag in below! It'd be great if threads could go more or less in chronological order but we all know what's happening when so just go wild. It's a party! A murderparty!]
Moirail Murder 2: Electric Boogaloo (Karkat death thread, feat. Signless)
He doesn't stop until he finds the elder mutant again, and he stares down at him, shaking with rage, and hate, and hurt. He yanks the little of them up and waits for their inevitable sick spill of false tongued word.
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"Karkat!"
He scrambles to his feet, taking a few shaky steps toward the Initiate and the troll he's holding. It sinks in with a sickening sort of weight where this must logically be going, and he meets the Initiate's eyes with a hollow, terrified expression.
"Please, don't."
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Another hysterical laugh bursts forth, louder the time. "NO, I AIN'T DOING JACK MOTHERFUCKING SHIT HERE."
He shoves a hand to the Signless's chest and pushes him back. Leaving yet another mark of yellow and red. Then, he raises the younger Vantas higher, smiles at him, and throws him upon the sSignless.
"You're doing it."
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He thought he'd just have to watch. He thought he could deal with that, even if it hurt, because he's dealt with it once before. But the Initiate wants him to...
He shakes his head violently, clutching Karkat close to him, even if he knows he hasn't got a leg to stand on in terms of protesting this. He's already killed one troll, another's moirail, and called it a mercy. Surely killing his own as a mercy can only be more right, more justified? Karkat would do it, if it were him holding up Signless's broken body and not the other way around, he knows.
"Karkat, Karkat, I'm so sorry," he murmurs. "I didn't mean for you to get hurt."
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He tries to move his head, to pap with his cheek against Signless' chest. It doesn't work. He doesn't even know if Signless gets what he's trying to do.
"Not your fault," he murmurs. "Initiate... shithive maggots... asshole. His fault. Shoosh. Shoosh. Shoosh."
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"THIS IS NOT HOW THIS IS MOTHERFUCKING GOING AT TO BE HAVING OCCURANCE!"
Every troll has this weak point. The spot of clustered nerves on vestigial grubleg scars on either side. They hurt like hell when cut at, enough to make some cry out, and so he rakes his claws deep along karkat's side, tearing through the fabric of the shirt. He stares, furiously at the Signless.
"C'mon Signless, don't you think at it would be a motherfucking mercy? WOULDN'T THAT ALL BE LIKE AT TO BE WHAT IT IS? Or is it all the fuck a-sudden, you get at your own moirail, and the cull matters again? YOU CULLED MY MOIRAIL, SIGNLESS! And you ain't even got at in you to do in your own? YOU'RE A CRUEL MOTHERFUCKER, JUST LIKE THE REST OF US, FUCKING ADMIT IT!"
He digs his claws into Karkat's side, deeper, twisting.
"Or prove it was a Mercy as all you said, THAT YOU'RE AS MOTHERFUCKING MERCIFUL AS ALL YOU'VE BEEN CLAIMED TO BE. I can assure, I know how to make the best break, and you and he are far from the best. IF YOU WON'T KILL HIM, YOU WILL WATCH HIM IN AGONY. But I will not take his life. YOU WILL HEAR HIM SCREAM FOR MERCY, JUST LIKE YOU WILL IN OUR FUTURES, THE PASTS OF EVERY SINGLE ONE ELSE HERE, SUFFERER, BUT HE WILL NOT DIE. Not until you let him. NOT UNTIL YOU PROVE THAT WHAT ALL YOU SAY IS TRUE, THAT TAKING HE WHAT MATTERS TO ME WAS JUST!"
He pulls his claws out and drops the mutant to the ground without ceremony. The bright red drips down from his claws over the troll it was from.
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"I have to, Karkat. I can't, I just... I have to. Shoosh, shooosh." With one hand he strokes Karkat's cheek, occasionally papping shakily. With the other he reaches for the rock, still stained yellow.
gdi if it doesn't work this time just go with it
His eyes flutter closed. He shudders, once, and for a moment it seems as if that's going to be it, but he starts coughing, coughing hard, because it's not going to be that easy, despite what movies and television have taught him you can't actually will yourself dead.
Re: gdi if it doesn't work this time just go with it
He looks back to signless. He sees those red tears stream, hears him shoosh the troll he is going to cull. His own teeth are grit tight. His Moirail's necklace weighs heavy and warm on his own cold flesh and beneath it his heart aches in that same cold way. He will give no sympathy.
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It takes him a few false starts to get it to connect. Doing it once doesn't make it any easier at all, and here he can't even draw on his feelings of hate and frustration to help him this time. He should have let Karkat teach him more than just defensive fighting, because then maybe he'd know a faster, better way.
"Shoosh." He lets his arm fall into a rhythm, wincing with every sickening crack of his improvised weapon against Karkat's skull. "Shoosh, shoosh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
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After that he doesn't say anything.
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He leans down, over the corpse, and reaches to bring a blood covered hand up under the Signless's chin. "Look at me," He says, and he forces the Signless's chin up. His words are as low he can make them. All promise and threat.
"YOU WILL NOT EVER BETRAY ME AGAIN. You will not touch my moirail. YOU WILL NOT EVER, MOTHERFUCKING EVER AGAIN, ALLOW YOURSELF TO PRESUME TO KNOW WHAT IT IS I THINK. What all I feel for those what matter me, how much they motherfucking mean. AND WHAT ALL I AM CAPABLE AT TO DO TO THOSE WHAT HAVE EARNED MY IRE. You don't have the slightest goddamn clue of anything."
Roughly, he lets go. He rises up to stand. There's the corpse of the little Vantas. Dead. And the elder, broken, without having to cull him, just as he promised.
His moirail, gone, just a mark of yellow in the grass.
His face twists. His breath comes ragged and off. He spreads his arms wide and he makes a noise that might be laughter or... something else.
"BUT JUST MOTHERFUCKING THINK! You've culled your first two trolls on this day! YOU'VE LEARNED A LITTLE BIT ON WHAT IT'S REALLY GODDAMN LIKE! Keep it in goddamn mind at for the future! IT WILL SERVE A MOTHERFUCKER WELL TO KNOW AND MAYBE TO GODDAMN THINK ABOUT WHEN ALL HE THINKS AT TO TWIST MOTHERFUCKERS AT FOR HIS FALSE TEACHINGS AGAIN!" His arms drop. He swallows thickly. "And maybe, if we're both goddamn lucky, they'll come back to us." At least one of them hasn't been so lucky before.