Murderparty Deluxe Extravaganza [CLOSED]

[69problems]

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!]

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[xanthous]

Out of every bad idea that he's ever had, not watching his back was probably one of the worst. He should have known, after the sweeps he spent on the run, but apparently he's gone soft in his ancient age.

But, anyways. Not being aware of his surroundings. Bad idea. The worst idea, and now he's paying for it.

Stupid goddamned fucking raptors. His leg is fucked, completely and totally fucked, and he's only alive right now because he managed to get a few jabs at the beasts eye. He's pretty sure the raptor is still alive, but he doesn't care right now. What he cares about is the yellow pooling around him, and the fact that he can barely move. He's already managed to drag himself away from where he ran into the dinosaur, but now he can't move anymore, and the shock is wearing off and everything is just.

Pain.

Complete, total pain.

Fuck.

[69problems]

The Signless finds the trail of blood before he finds the troll that left it, and for a brief, sickening moment he considers just turning around and pretending he never saw it all. That doesn't last long, though. Even if the Psiioniic doesn't want his help, if he's still alive to need it then the Signless is going to try to give it. Some part of him, deep down, hopes that maybe this will be the thing to make things right between them. He'll save the other troll and the Psiioniic will realize that all his platonic hate is misplaced and they'll go back to what they used to be instead of the painful clusterfuck of emotional ineptitude they've become. He can hope, right? Hope is all he has, here.

He follows the disturbingly large amount of yellow blood until he finds the Helmsman, and his stomach twists. Whatever or whoever attacked him did a very good job. Is he even still alive? He's not moving, and there's so much blood...

"Mituna?" he says, hoping for a reaction, even though if he's honest with himself he knows there's very little he can do. His hopes of heroic rescue are dwindling fast, but he is nothing if not stubborn.

[xanthous]

It takes him a while to notice that someone's there. Everything is fuzzy, hazy, and it doesn't feel like he's quite here. It takes him a while, and he squints but he can make out the grey skin and the small, orange horns and he knows there's only two possibilities it can be. There's only two trolls that have ever existed with horns that were so small and round.

This day just couldn't get any better, could it?

He tries to pull back, but he's trembling from the pain and the bloodloss and he doesn't know why he's even bothering. He's just going to die anyways. He tries to focus on the Signless, but his vision is swimming and he's pretty sure he's going to get sick. "Go...go away."

[69problems]

This is very, very bad if it takes the Psiioniic that long to tell him to leave (and it's sad, that that's his measure of health, here).

"Shh," he murmurs, kneeling down next to the other troll. "I can't just leave you like this, it would be wrong." It would almost be like killing him, not helping him now.

Though maybe that would be better, whispers the little voice in the back of his head he usually tries to ignore, and the line of his mouth goes thin. Maybe the best thing for the Psiioniic is to die as quickly as possible, the voice continues, because he'll just wind up back in the Capitol, maybe not healthy since he's never been healthy but at least no longer in pain. And if he doesn't come back, if he stays dead like tributes sometimes do, then he won't know. It might be a mercy either way.

The realization that it sounds so reasonable, to kill this troll when he's never killed anyone in his fourteen sweeps alive, is terrifying. But is it really murder if he'll most likely come back? Is it worth the risk that he won't?

After Moirail Murder 1 (short thread for Signless)

[carnagecarnival]

He finds blood. He finds blood and for the first time in sweeps, maybe forever, it stops him short.

All he can see is the yellow, vision tunnelled in on that and that alone. He follows it like a star across burning across the sky, like prey through the city streets, like a familiar tail-fin on a watery horizon and his breath comes hard and fast as he runs faster and faster, caring less of the noise he makes who all the fuck might hear, because his moirail, his moirail is--

"...Signless? WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK ARE YOU ALL--"

There's blood. Yellow blood and there's the Signless, and Mituna there.

He's not moving. He doesn't have to check. He doesn't have to move to check he's seen a goddamn corpse before he knows what they look like and his moirail is not supposed to look like that but the Initiate's moving anyway. He shoves the Signless aside without looking at him and goes to his moirail, reaching, grasping, muttering his name and feeling the yellow slicking and coating his hands where he touches it, getting under his claws. His hands go shaking to the chain around his neck; he has to keep this safe, he can't let capitol take it, he can't let them take this if they take Mituna, if they don't give his moirail back, but they have to, they have to; his mind screams it while he winds the yellow-gold goat skull chain around his own necklace token, so it can't be pulled apart. And then he sees the rock. He lays Mituna back down and turns. He stares.

"You."

He rises to his feet and turns to Signless, teeth bared, his single remaining eye wide.

[69problems]

If the Signless were thinking more clearly, he might have made his escape while the Initiate was distracted with his moirail. But he's not thinking clearly. In fact he's in enough shock that when the other troll pushes him aside, he just stands there dumbly, and it isn't until the Initiate addresses him with rage in his voice that he comes to himself enough to react.

He has to explain. He has to explain, because what he did wasn't wrong, it's okay, it was justified, it was right, and he has to convince himself of that as much as he has to convince the Initiate of it.

"No... no! You don't understand, he was dying already, he asked..."

It sounds so stupid. There's no way the Initiate will believe him.

[carnagecarnival]

"YOU," He says again. He can't believe this. He can't believe of all people, it'd be him, he can't motherfucking believe he'd take it this far. "You wouldn't cull to save your goddamn life, you wouldn't cull to save fuck all, you would never cull, so why the fuck is it that YOU CAN FINALLY DO SO WITH HIM!!?"

He spins suddenly. His leg raises high and connects with the Signless's head. Not enough to knock him out, just enough to hurt. He stares down at him.

"He's my Moirail. HE'S MINE!" He roars. His head tilts and he smiles without humor, without calm or ease or sanity. "Is that why you thought it wouldn't motherfucking matter? IS THAT WHY YOU FINALLY MADE AT YOURSELF TO BE A REAL GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING TROLL? To taunt me? TO MOTHERFUCKING TAKE FROM WHAT YOU COULDN'T HAVE AT FOR YOURSELF!?! Motherfucker, you left him! AND YOU WANT AT TO TELL ME HE WANTED YOU TO...?"

He kicks at the Signless's side. His breath comes heavy but he hasn't even started yet. He hasn't even goddamn begun.

"The one single motherfucking troll what all understands. DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM? I know what was done to you. I FOUND THE FUCK OUT I ALL DID. They called you... the Sufferer." He laughs hysterically. "LIKE YOU WERE EVEN CLOSE TO SUFFERING LIKE HE DID, LIKE YOU COULD EVEN MOTHERFUCKING KEN. Because he followed your motherfucking word, DON'T YOU MOTHERFUCKING KNOW? But you couldn't leave it on that, you had to take him here too. YOU HAD AT TO UP AND THIEVE FROM ME THE ONLY TROLL WHAT MATTERS!!!" His fists shake at his sides. He leans down and whispers, "I am going to make you hurt, Kankri Vantas."

[69problems]

He looks up at the highblood with terror on his face. He knows he should say something, because so much of that is wrong, but he also knows that there's almost no point. He takes a step backward reflexively and nearly falls, he's so off-balance, trying to string together a sentence that might make this better.

"It has nothing to do with you, I swear, it was for him, he asked. He asked. I didn't want to, but he needed me to, and I thought..."

Thought maybe it could make up for at least some of the hurt, even if he still doesn't think that Mituna's suffering can really be blamed on him. I didn't die just to spite you, Mituna.

Be very very quiet, I'm hunting Karkabbits (For Karkat and Terezi)

[carnagecarnival]

He's running through the forest, eye blazing, unseeing of anything before him that isn't what he's looking for. Yellow marks his fingers, his collar bone where the gold chain hangs heavy. He won't stop running until he finds the other one, the troll born of the Signless's sins, heresy all throughout their veins. They didn't learn, they never learned.

But they would this time.

The three scars across his face stretch tight with his bared teeth.

Re: Be very very quiet, I'm hunting Karkabbits (For Karkat and Terezi)

[sleeplessinalternia]

Karkat ought to hear him coming. The Initiate is by no means small, after all. But he's too caught up in his own misery to notice. His face is grubby with red tearstains. He knows he'll just see Cuthbert on the other side of death, that it's stupid to cry but Cuthbert died, right there in front of him, while he was too slow to stop it.

Murdering Sherlock in revenge ought to have made him feel better about it--he'd had six sweeps of troll television and cinema to give him that impression--but it hadn't really, not at all.

He was such a useless piece of shit. A useless weepy piece of shit, fuck.

Re: Be very very quiet, I'm hunting Karkabbits (For Karkat and Terezi)

[carnagecarnival]

When the Initiate finds him, he stares for a moment. Face scared, one eye empty, the other red and unsympathetic. He doesn't see Karkat, he doesn't see anyone but the Signless. The Signless when he was young, when all the shit began. A lingering trace of heretical poison hung on past the sweeps. Brought back here for the purging of it. To release at last, his fellows from this mutant's endless stretch of sin.

He got no weapon. He doesn't need one.

He's going to enjoy this.

He growls, feral, and pounces. He brings his claws up high and smashes them against the young one's face.

we probably shouldn't get too far into this before terezi's fail intervene, but...

[sleeplessinalternia]

Oh shit what the fuck?!?

Oh. Oh. The fucking Initiate, of course.

Fine. Whatever. He's going to die now at the hands of (one of) his best friend(s)'s psychotic ancestor and he honestly does not give a shit, he practically fucking welcomes death these days, it's not like it ever sticks, and Bert'll be there, he'll have someone to wait for everyone else with.

His face feels like it's on fucking fire.

"Do it, shithead," Karkat growls. "Cull me. I don't give a fucking crap, I'll just be glad I won't have to inhale Faygo fumes from your shitty clown breath."

Moirail Murder 2: Electric Boogaloo (Karkat death thread, feat. Signless)

[carnagecarnival]

He drags Karkat back. The entire way, without stopping, he drags the sorry mutant's contemptible corpse, leaving behind only whatever blood Karkat bleeds and not looking at it for a second. He doesn't kill the fucker. He knows he's still alive and he knows he'll still be alive when they get there. Even if it's in intolerable pain. Good. Let him cry out. Let the Signless hear. Let him know exactly what it is that was done.

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.

[69problems]

He's exactly where the Initiate left him. He's sitting, curled in on himself, not caring that the yellow blood on his hands is getting on his face and mixing with the tracks of red there from his tears. He doesn't look up until he hears-- no. No, no, no no no.

"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."

[sleeplessinalternia]

"Kankri!" Karkat whimpers. Despite the damage that's already incurred--all four limbs have been snapped--the Initiate has left his vocal chords intact. "You... shit, you have to go! Once he's done with me he'll get you and-- and it won't-- shit, it'll take for fucking ever. Get the fuck out of here! That's a fucking order!"

[carnagecarnival]

"Shut the fuck up, SHUT THE MOTHERFUCK UP!" He snaps, giving Karkat a rough shake. "I ain't doing fuck all to the Signless." He goes back to looking Signless in the eyes, drinking up that terror, meeting it with rage and under that, so much motherfucking hurt. "YOU SEE, UNLIKE SOME, I KEEP MY GODDAMN WORD. I ain't killing either of you, am I, Signless?"

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."

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

The trail of red shouldn't shake her as much as it does but she heard those cannons. Every cannon had been a cause for anxiety, every splash of red a stab in her heart. She's a fool, she lost him and she should have found him sooner. Who knows...Who knows who he ran into, that idiot, she told him to stay close. She hefts her water bottle by the thin vine strap. It cuts into her shoulders as she follows the trail and she has to stop to gather up her supplies a little tighter. The noise of her bottle against her hip or the rustle of the tent and food strapped to her back, they might gather unwanted attention.. Even her breath seems too loud, it'll give her away. Whatever or whoever killed this person might still be near.

"Si--" No, it's puddle of red, the person gone. She takes a shaky breath, trying to fight off the dizziness that the color brings and looks around for the next trail. Under a low branch, over a pile of rocks and sharp edged ferns, she sees a bright fleck of yellow-orange-red, a horn. It doesn't continue past the branch above them, it's not the Initiate. All in a rush, her feet tripping over each other, she ducks in close and reaches out for the person, the grey arm that's closest to her.

There was no blood trail here, nothing beyond what might be on hands or from a cut, if it's him, he has to be okay. He's fine.

[69problems]

The Signless feels like death. His mind is shutting down from the sheer amount of emotional trauma it's experienced and his body is shutting down from the foliage he forced himself to eat. He needs to get out, and if that means suffering through a slow painful death by poison, that's fine. He's a disgusting vile excuse for a troll, he deserves it.

He doesn't move when she touches him. It takes a long, hazy moment for the knowledge that someone else is there to even work itself into his brain. Maybe they'll kill him. Maybe he won't have to wait.

"Just do it quickly."

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

His voice is wrong, full of pain and asking for death. Something is so wrong, so very wrong, and she wasn't there to take whatever had happened from him. Her hands slide to find the wound she cannot see and she ducked under the branch to wrap around him.

"No no Si--Kankri, love what happened?" Her heart is in her throat, something is so very very wrong.

(After GHBab's first encounter with Signless, before the GHBab-Karkat-Terezi encounter)

[pythianjudgment]

It's been a long... three weeks? Four? It's hard to keep an exact count of the days when everything sort of blends together. Her sleep schedule has been way off, only getting rest when she absolutely needs to. There's a hunger gnawing in her gut, but she's learned to ignore it. It's not under it becomes painful that she needs to do anything about it.

Right now, she's trying to track down some water for her and her partner. Their supplies are getting low. She should probably do some tribute-hunting if she runs into anyone, but that all depends on who she finds. There's some people she's not quite as keen on killing as others.

As luck would have it, the scent of mustard catches her nose. It's not actual mustard, she knows that much--despite the protesting of her stomach--but that doesn't imbue her with a whole lot of comfort. Dropping down branch by branch, Terezi lowers herself to the source--

And then she stops still. There's so much blood on the ground. So much yellow hue spread over the green, and just that troll there in the midst of it all. Her gaze narrows on Signless, all wariness and confusion.

"What are you doing here?"

[69problems]

This is just going to be a parade of people he doesn't want to see him like this, isn't it? He looks like shit and he feels like shit and he's still half in shock, he is not at all equipped to deal with Terezi's brand of blunt cutting judgement. At her question he gestures to the smears of yellow with hands equally stained.

"Waiting. The Helmsman is dead, the Initiate is angry, there's no reason to try running when it will just make him angrier."

He almost wishes the Initiate had just killed him outright like he expected. Having time to numbly stumble around this clearing and think about what he's done isn't helping his state of mind any.

[pythianjudgment]

The fact that the Helmsman is dead isn't so much a surprise as a confirmation of something Terezi already suspected. There was too much blood--too much yellow blood--for this to be a non-fatal assault. Especially with the psionic not anywhere in the immediate vicinity. So.. dead. And removed. And the Initiate already knew.

But something was bothering her, sending warning alarms off in her mind. How did Signless play into all of this? The blood was on him as well--he was obviously here when the assault happened. So why was he hanging around and waiting for the Initiate to return? When Terezi assumed that he had gone off after whoever the murderer had been.

"What happened?"

some intervention- before signless encounters the disciple

[swill]

He knows it's blood by the smell. And there was a copious amount everywhere- not literally in every direction but his senses would, at the moment, try and argue logic shouldn't argue the direction of anything other than where he'd go next. The obvious answer would be 'away'. Conflict had happened here and it had carried and continued nearby and Hawkeye found himself glad beyond words to have missed the invitation to whatever party went on here. He had had his fill of horror before ever stepping foot in the arena, he didn't want any more.

But the- the trail. The one he'd stumbled on to. It showed a wounded animal- person, he corrects himself- gimping away. He knew nothing, or pathetically little, of tracking but the signs were obvious to even he. Someone had been hurt. It was his job to help if he could. It was logic, finally, that decided he couldn't back away after having followed the trail this far. Ahead there was a form- something Hawkeye couldn't quite make out yet with the distance and dense jungle between them. He slows his steps and lowers himself and feels his heart pound for the first time since he decided to play detective in this game that wasn't his. His foot catches on a root- his next step forward resounds far too loudly.

[69problems]

The Signless is sitting curled in on himself on the jungle floor, but he perks up at the noise. If he were smarter he'd run now, because he's no match for most of the people in this arena, but his mind isn't working the way it should and he can't make himself stand or make his legs move. If he could, he would have gotten further away than just enough for them to remove Karkat's body.

"I'm not armed," he says, because it's his automatic response by this point to an unknown and possibly hostile force here. And maybe, if they are hostile and know he's got no way to fight back, they'll just kill him quickly. He's beginning to think he might not mind that.

[swill]

It wasn't normal, because normal would either be sprinting away or towards. Usually, Hawkeye had gathered, he was the first to speak and be found. He was the clumsy one in the setting. Role reversal so extravagant had him balking, but only for a second.

What next caught him off guard was the person- it wasn't human. It was jarring, understand. Horror Hawkeye knew well, and even the position the other found himself in was something Hawkeye had seen before. It was exhaustion of a rare sort, and normally the body just found its way by itself. The blood- and he knew it was blood though he wanted to make a crack about finding the nearest hardware store-

"You okay?" He steps out from where he'd hid but there's no attempt to worm in closer. He knew it was blood because he could smell it. He knew this wasn't the victim he'd found.