thearena | Murderparty Deluxe Extravaganza [CLOSED]

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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!]

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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After Moirail Murder 1 (short thread for Signless)

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

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

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

some intervention- before signless encounters the disciple