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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[69problems]

Of course he's not wanted. The Signless knows that, has learned to expect to be pushed away and ignored and treated like dirt in favor of the troll that will eventually order his death, the death that Mituna hates him for. It stings, how unfair it is, and his mouth tightens.

The Initiate wouldn't hesitate, he wouldn't care about the morality of the action if it were to help his moirail, because morality doesn't matter to an indigo either way. Maybe he is better for Mituna, that way.

"I know. But you have me. And... I can help you." He takes a deep, shaky breath. "Do you want to die?"

[xanthous]

"I'm already dead."

And it's true, in so many ways. He was a dead man since he escaped, and a dead man since he was brought to the Capitol. He already knows he's going to die, and...He's okay with that. It's what he wanted all this time. To die, to get things over with, for all of his suffering to be over. He should have been dead a long, long time ago, but he's still here.

And a part of him feels selfish for wanting to die still, because...He has the Initiate. He has Kurloz Makara, a train wreck of a troll who he pities so much, who he wants to make better. Who makes him better, and he can't just up and die on him. He has to make him realize that what he does in the future is okay, that he doesn't hate him, and that...That he's glad he's his moirail now.

He feels a warm wetness on his cheeks, and he doesn't even realize that he's crying.

[69problems]

"That's not an answer," he says, perhaps a little more sharply than he means to because he's so on edge. He's considering murder. He's offering murder to someone he swore to himself he'd protect. He needs some indication that that's okay, even though he knows deep down it really, really isn't.

"Please, I just... I need you to be very clear."

[xanthous]

"Clear?"

He coughs, splutters, and it's hard to tell but he's laughing. He's laughing and crying and this is it. This is what his life was leading up to all along, isn't it? It makes sense, of course. The Signless sealed his fate and now he gets to do it again.

He finally relaxes, laying down against the ground. The world spins above him, and he thought being killed by the Signless would be more...Dramatic. There should have been more ceremony, more flair, more something because the Signless was breaking a word he kept for so, so long. But instead, it's the two of them in a clearing covered in dirt and blood while he wishes for a moirail who's not here, who he wants to see so desperately in his final moments.

"Kill me. That clear enough for you?"

[69problems]

There it is. Permission. Absolution from the evil he's about to commit. Right? If the Helmsman wants it, then it can't be wrong. It isn't really murder. It isn't really harm. Right? Right.

"Yes. I..." The Signless trails off as he realizes he doesn't have a weapon, that he has no idea how to go about killing another troll now that he's going to do it. His eyes cast around and settle on a stone nearby that's large but not too large. A bludgeon. It won't be elegant, but it'll work. He picks it up. It's heavy and cool in his hand.

What does one say to a troll about to die? He could ask for last words, but he doesn't think he's the one the Psiioniic wants to speak them to.

"I'll try to make it quick," is what he finally says, and raises the rock.