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thearena2014-01-19 10:45 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thearena2014-01-19 10:45 pm
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who| Everyone and anyone! May be with or without the Initiate
What| IT'S VOODOO TIME. COME GET YOUR FREE DOSINGS OF FEAR & NIGHTMARES!!!
Where| Specifically the culture exhibits, but really anywhere
When| Starting from early-mid week 1 and carrying on with increasing severity from there (in ten minute bursts)
WARNINGS| to be announced!! / self harm?
The masks pique his interest. Like the paints, but made to something even more exterior. But somehow they were less and more all the same. Something that would work well for war. With no one around, at least that he can see, he pries one off the wall. It comes down easy, like it was meant for him to have. He turns it over idly for a moment or two, examining the designs on the front, how it was crafted, then lifts it up to put it on and peer through it, a grin on his face.
The holy fear rushes in. It's bursts like a bomb going off in him and it immediately rushes out, spreading all around him across the arena. His eyes flash like bright strobes between pink and purple. He can feel it. He laughs out loud in surprise. He can motherfucking feel it. He can feel everyone, where they are, he can feel every layer of fear, the textures of it all, the mother. Fucking. LIFE. He can almost feel the holy two again in his mind, just so very close. He laughs again, louder this time, and brings the voodoo to wrap and curl around him like an affectionate but terrible beast and he gives a joyous purr with it. Then, he lets it free.
He doesn't even give pause the whole ten minutes. Until the mask latches in. Ten paltry ass minutes. And then suddenly it's gone. It evicts more of a cry than the hooks do, digging into his skin. He starts and snarls, immediately reaching up to tear the mask off his face and throw it from him. Indigo pours out from the wounds over his paint. He breathes heavily, staring at it. Then turns his head to another. These masks would have his face ruined by the end of this if his suspicions are correct.
But he knows, as he reaches out to the next mask with his scarred up palms, sometimes wounds were more than worth it.
What| IT'S VOODOO TIME. COME GET YOUR FREE DOSINGS OF FEAR & NIGHTMARES!!!
Where| Specifically the culture exhibits, but really anywhere
When| Starting from early-mid week 1 and carrying on with increasing severity from there (in ten minute bursts)
WARNINGS| to be announced!! / self harm?
The masks pique his interest. Like the paints, but made to something even more exterior. But somehow they were less and more all the same. Something that would work well for war. With no one around, at least that he can see, he pries one off the wall. It comes down easy, like it was meant for him to have. He turns it over idly for a moment or two, examining the designs on the front, how it was crafted, then lifts it up to put it on and peer through it, a grin on his face.
The holy fear rushes in. It's bursts like a bomb going off in him and it immediately rushes out, spreading all around him across the arena. His eyes flash like bright strobes between pink and purple. He can feel it. He laughs out loud in surprise. He can motherfucking feel it. He can feel everyone, where they are, he can feel every layer of fear, the textures of it all, the mother. Fucking. LIFE. He can almost feel the holy two again in his mind, just so very close. He laughs again, louder this time, and brings the voodoo to wrap and curl around him like an affectionate but terrible beast and he gives a joyous purr with it. Then, he lets it free.
He doesn't even give pause the whole ten minutes. Until the mask latches in. Ten paltry ass minutes. And then suddenly it's gone. It evicts more of a cry than the hooks do, digging into his skin. He starts and snarls, immediately reaching up to tear the mask off his face and throw it from him. Indigo pours out from the wounds over his paint. He breathes heavily, staring at it. Then turns his head to another. These masks would have his face ruined by the end of this if his suspicions are correct.
But he knows, as he reaches out to the next mask with his scarred up palms, sometimes wounds were more than worth it.
[OOC: Below is your chance to thread out one of three options! For the first, Option 1, think of it like the nightmare part of Enjolras Crowning. Whether you got in that or not, this is your chance to have some fun! What paranoias or fears might your characters feel or hallucinate if they are awake? What nightmares might they navigate in their dreams? Perhaps they get a little trigger happy? It's all tailored to what your character fears most and available for you to thread out amongst yourselves+with other characters! The major bursts of nightmares and/or fear last for ten minutes (as long as he has the mask on) and so long as they are not too close in Initiate's range (or are particularly susceptible to psychic attack) these things shouldn't be too severe, but the effects can often still linger on... (and obviously, everyone can opt out, just assuming the Initiate is not in range at the time of these attacks.)
Option 2 is similar to the above, but in this case, the Initiate would be attacking your character specifically and this tends to make the power lay on more intensely. This is the option for folks who want their character driven to some intense nightmare jitters, the most vivid of hallucination to, at it's worst, a drive to madness. Or perhaps you character is going to be Initiate's mind-control pawn for the next ten minutes (PM me for more details) for something or other. Maybe both! Of course, your character should be someone he is not close with in this case unless discussed prior.
Option 3 as stated in the player post, of those he considers trustworthy (on the scale of not back-stabbing and selling him out, AND not being vocal about capitol distaste while definitely having it) and able, he will seek them out to try and share information with them through use of his power. It speaks directly through and using fear so it will definitely leave your character feeling distinct discomfort (fear, nausea, dizziness, etc.) regardless of whether they think themselves fearless or not. But it will be a way only they can hear the message, capitol will know nothing of it. If your character is not particularly close with the Initiate, he will begin on something like option 2 or 1 until he picks out the right fear for capitol, and determines they are worthy of the info-- but only with an inserted fear of speaking the information out loud (for safety measures) and possibly even an erasure of the memory of where it came from (PM me on this). If Initiate does not like said character, i'm afraid they're out of luck.
Please specify when you tag in which of these options you wish to chose!!! If the first option is chosen, the Initiate himself will not be tagged into the thread. For more details/a place to message me, go here. HAVE FUN!!! AND SWEET DREAMS!!!]
Option 2 is similar to the above, but in this case, the Initiate would be attacking your character specifically and this tends to make the power lay on more intensely. This is the option for folks who want their character driven to some intense nightmare jitters, the most vivid of hallucination to, at it's worst, a drive to madness. Or perhaps you character is going to be Initiate's mind-control pawn for the next ten minutes (PM me for more details) for something or other. Maybe both! Of course, your character should be someone he is not close with in this case unless discussed prior.
Option 3 as stated in the player post, of those he considers trustworthy (on the scale of not back-stabbing and selling him out, AND not being vocal about capitol distaste while definitely having it) and able, he will seek them out to try and share information with them through use of his power. It speaks directly through and using fear so it will definitely leave your character feeling distinct discomfort (fear, nausea, dizziness, etc.) regardless of whether they think themselves fearless or not. But it will be a way only they can hear the message, capitol will know nothing of it. If your character is not particularly close with the Initiate, he will begin on something like option 2 or 1 until he picks out the right fear for capitol, and determines they are worthy of the info-- but only with an inserted fear of speaking the information out loud (for safety measures) and possibly even an erasure of the memory of where it came from (PM me on this). If Initiate does not like said character, i'm afraid they're out of luck.
Please specify when you tag in which of these options you wish to chose!!! If the first option is chosen, the Initiate himself will not be tagged into the thread. For more details/a place to message me, go here. HAVE FUN!!! AND SWEET DREAMS!!!]
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"Whatever you say, Best Friend," He says, calm, even as he shifts with the statement. "I'm only all to ever motherfucking being what all it is you is thinking I is. Just all being that one motherfucking thing what ain't all not having none but no sense all to be had, haha."
His head tilts. He beams at his best motherfucking friend in the whole world.
"Ain't that being right?"
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"Did they just stick you into the arena?" he asks after a long moment. "They would have, wouldn't they? But you know it's a culling game, then, right? Like a reality tv show, only on a way bigger scale than Troll Survivor ever was. I think... I think you'll do okay here. I mean, shit, after what you did to the Black King..."
He's still hanging back, still afraid to touch Gamzee, to let himself be touched. "Just, if you need to cull me, do it quick, okay? Rip my head off or something and be done with it. Don't-- don't prolong it, don't play with me. Quick and clean, that's all I want."
It feels awful to have to need to ask something like that of a friend, of Gamzee who although he'd irritated Karkat for sweeps had always been a constant presence in his life, one of his best friends, but... but the Initiate...
Gamzee really does look like a smaller version of him and it's completely fucking terrifying.
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"Why the fuck would I all ever want at to up and do that, Best Friend? Don't you even all know a brother up at all? Look at you all up and painting the wicked pictures up at for me without all even knowing what I was wanting to be being looking at. You don't even got at a motherfucking clue, now do you? Naw brother. You ain't know for motherfuck all," He says it all sadlike. He says it like it's just being some sad fact. Like he might over a turned up oyster getting crushed before he could do anything about it.
"You would all if you listened, you know. If you had ever got it in motherfucking pan to be hearing what all a brother be preaching at you. If you ever got opening them all hearducts up at to what all I being to slam. You all telling and telling and talking and the wicked noise would be coming out but all I'm getting is fronting all ever at from you to me. You only want what? Best friend, I'm all to be making confessional I never got sureness at to what it all is you want." He takes another step forward, swaying like a weed in the water, like someone half awake, like a hungry animal. Like those could be anything close to the same thing.
"Feeling at maybe you got your confusions on for who I be. Just to be getting your projections on harshlike all up at everybody. But, fuck, if you is to be telling me that's who all I'm being who all am I even to be getting motherfucking protestings all up and on? It's all being your friends what get at to be on looking out for you, right? Gotta be at to be making motherfuckers me happy, all delivering them wants. RIGHT, BROTHER? Ain't that being exactly what all you ever motherfucking wanted from me? AIN'T THAT JUST WHO YOU WANT AT ME TO BE?"
His smile drops entirely. He stares, cold.
"Wonder all if that would make at it that much all easier to let a motherfucker go as all you have."
i'm sorry, i lost the notif like a jerk
Maybe he's wrong. Maybe this isn't really Gamzee, maybe this is the fucking Initiate in disguise. Or maybe Gamzee is just like the Initiate after all, maybe Terezi is right about him.
and I lost the Gamzee icon that had originally been there. :/
Gamzee's eyes are red. Gamzee's face and voice is fury. It's betrayal and hurt and it ain't stopping. "You been wanting to cast me the fuck out and away since all shit got to began. SINCE ALL THE START YOU BEEN UP AND WANTING. Was your pet garbage to be telling all to shape the fuck up. ALL OBLIGATIONATORIES DONE UP AT THIS CASING WHAT BE MINE FROM YOU. You couldn't even pity this brother, as all he was just too pathetic to you. SO GOING ALL TO BE WHAT YOU WANT, GOING ALL TO BE WHAT ALL THE FUCK WAS ASKED, THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT AIN'T IT? Now you ain't gotta feel bad for letting me go. NOW YOU AIN'T GOTTA FEEL SHIT."
And then suddenly, the fluctuations stop. Gamzee sounds like Gamzee again. Or he would, if were speaking anything remotely like the happy oblivious Gamzee that Karkat knew.
"You knew it all along didn't you? You knew what longings were up in me. You knew what harsh yearnings wishful got up and going. I ain't to judge on such. Ain't got no motherfucking jury what all to back me here." He laughs. It's an awful sound. He tilts his head at Karkat. "You want me to kill you? Make it easier on a fucker's pan so as all to cast me as no motherfucking good? That's it ain't it? You know you ain't have to be being to do that. You've already figured it all the fuck out."
His arms lift up and out, spreading, and his image flickers between one troll and another. Both identical.
"Me and him. HIM AND MOTHERUCKING ME."
His arms drop back down. His image stop its change.
"It'd be a just revenge. You could even call it a mercy if you want for it. You could be back to yours. The one you really want. If you even really want him. S'hard to tell up with you, ain't it, how all you get on wanting and not."
He walks real close, as close as Karkat will let him. Right up in a brother's ear he will whisper if it is allowed, but he will whisper all the same. Keep them secrets secret. "Kill me brother. You're fated to. Ours is fated, written up in the blood what all be mine and yours, passed motherfucking ancestral as like all the voodoo what is mine, BROTHER, WE ARE MEANT TO FIGHT. It's always been there inside us. ALWAYS BEEN UP WRITTEN IN STARS OVERHEAD. We just ain't weren't to knowing."
Re: and I lost the Gamzee icon that had originally been there. :/
"I knew," Karkat whispers, trembling. "I-- I knew you were pale for me. But you didn't-- you deserved someone else, a real troll, not a cullbait waste like me."
There's a sickle in his hand, suddenly, but not the one he took from the museum display. No, this is Homes Smell Ya Later. And he knows he could, that Gamzee would let him, and that killing him when he looks so much like the fucking Initiate might even quiet the rage and fear that roils inside him.
He brings the sickle up--
--and then drops it.
His hand goes to Gamzee's cheek, papping it. "Shoosh," he exhales.
He can't do it. He can't look Gamzee in the eye and murder him.
Re: and I lost the Gamzee icon that had originally been there. :/
But this is a nightmare and nightmares don't get happy endings.
The touch to Gamzee's face marks it bright red with blood. His eyes roll back, dissolving in their sockets to become dark indigo pits, spilling over. His face hollows, his jaw unhinges, teeth all put on show. A terrible screech comes from his dissolving throat, the kind of thing that would hail doom impending.
The floor melts beneath their feet, the spilt indigo spreading like acid, and as floor melts it bleeds in all colors. There are hands reaching up, clawing. And then the stretched out bone-like claws that were once Gamzee's hand snap out and wrap around Karkat's throat.
The halls of the museum become the dark of meteor, painted bright again with words written all over the walls in every hue. Like someone listed his flaws all over the walls, all accusing. The distant damning march of drones sounds somewhere down the hall, but it matters little, because as they both sink down into the blood pool below, not-gamzee's jaws open wide, rip, and lunge forward at his punchline blooded brother in his grip.