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Who| Karkat + Chibi Usa, Karkat + Signless, Karkat + YOU?
What| Karkat makes his first kill and meets his ancestor, among other things.
Where| Main Street USA, elsewhere?
When| Week Six
Warnings/Notes| murder, blood, kids killing kids

Karkat's been in the arena for an hour, maybe two. It's the crowning glory to an unbelievably shitty night, which began with him and his friends fighting the Black King and ended with a bunch of weird hornless aliens shoving him into a tube and sending him into a death match. The part in the middle where that demon-barkbeast-carapace-thing destroyed the door into their new universe just before Karkat slipped into unconsciousness hadn't helped either.

He's managed to pick up a few things via breaking into some of the little commerce hives that line the thoroughfare leading up to the big yellow horn-shaped cavity. Nothing that great, though. Certainly no weapons. The large spool of grey thread might come in handy once he can find a needle, but until then...

Well. When Karkat manages to score some more supplies, he'll figure more shit out. He's taken his cloak off, figuring that if nothing else he can use it as a makeshift garrotte for now, and waits in the dark spaces between buildings, hoping to get the jump on someone. Preferably someone with supplies.

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Cuthbert raises an eyebrow at some of that. He's never heard of a troll, but it's safe to say that's what he's talking to, considering the circumstances.

"Human as they come, say true. And that must make you a 'troll', for all that means to me. Do they give you names? That may be an easier way to get at this."

He isn't even trying not to stare, Karkat is definitely the strangest thing he's seen here so far, and that includes everything he saw before being dumped in the arena.

Don't worry, Cuthbert, Karkat is glaring right back at you.

Karkat doesn't answer the other boy's question at first, mostly because he's trying to decide if he should give him his hatchname or if he thinks he can get away with giving him an adult's title. After all, for all the alien knows, Karkat is an adult. Just a--very--short one.

He decides against it, mostly because he's not entirely sure if he's found the perfect title and he doesn't want to be known the rest of his (potentially very short) life by something that he's going to swiftly decide was a stupid idea.

"Karkat," he says finally. "Karkat Vantas. And you?"

This is turning out to be a rather angry meeting of the minds, more so than Cuthbert expected, although he probably should have seen it coming, what with the death game and all. Still, it's no reason not to be a little civilized about things.

"Cuthbert Allgood, son of Robert. Not that anyone here would give a donkey's fart for my lineage. Well met, Karkat."

He has a little bit of trouble with the pronunciation, but knowing Cuthbert it's likely he's doing that deliberately. He wants to know more about who (and to some extent what) he's talking to, but there are more important matters at hand.

"I am not likely to last much longer, I came here unarmed and little prepared. Mayhap we would work better together than alone."

"Yeah, yeah. Well met, yourself." Karkat frowns. "What the fuck's a son?"

Wait, no, strange alien titles are not what matters here. Sealing the deal is what matters here.

"I've got someone I'm playing lusus to. Are we including him in this alliance?"

This is by far the strangest conversation Cuthbert has ever had, but there will hopefully be time to sit down and hash this later.

"Depends on the meaning of 'lusus'. If you've another in your tet you wish to work with, we may have an accord. But it will be all the easier for you to turn on me when we've culled the others. You will have to convince me he is worth the risk."

"Your lusus is the giant monster that takes care of and raises you after you first pupate from grub to wiggler," Karkat says, annoyed that he has to explain such a simple concept. "Don't aliens have them? Do they just leave you out in the wastelands to fend for yourself? And what the hell's a tet?"

He sighs. "Look, he's wounded and not right in the 'pan, all right? I'm not sure if he even remembers how to fight."

Some of those words make sense and he's fairly sure this mutie is talking about some sort of parent or guardian and that just makes things stranger.

"Mayhap it would be best to judge him with my own eyes. I trust little else here."

If he's right and this other is not right in the head he will be a drag. But on the other hand it's hardly fair to throw someone who doesn't know how to fight into a game like this.

"All right," says Karkat grudgingly. "With the understanding that if you don't approve, you'll dissolve the truce instead of culling him on the spot."

Maybe he's being stupid sticking out his neck out for the older mutant, but whatever. He just doesn't like the idea of shedding blood that color, that's all.

"Aye, you have my word."

Cuthbert is being very serious about it, his word means a lot to him even if it doesn't mean much to anyone else. He is a little worried about what Karkat is going to bring him, but it can't be that much more shocking than what he's seen so far.

This is probably a stupid idea. But what the hell else is Karkat supposed to do?

"Follow me."

Karkat gets to his feet and leads Cuthbert to one of the boarded up storefronts. Inside, there's another troll wrapped up in a sleeping bag, with only his head sticking out.

The head is enough, though, for Cuthbert to recognize that there's a distinct resemblance between Karkat and the other troll. It isn't just that they're both trolls or their horns are the same--they've got the same sort of face. They look like they could be brothers--or perhaps, considering that the other troll looks at least twice Karkat's age, father and son.

"This is Signless," Karkat says. "He's not right in the 'pan--but he's not stupid, just a little crazy. Signless, this is Cuthbert. He's an alien highblood, but he wants to make an alliance with us instead of cull us straight off, so try to make him think it's worth it."

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The Signless sits up a little, red and yellow eyes flicking between Karkat and the strange alien he's brought back with him. Karkat from what little he knows of him is far more overcautious than Signless, so if he's brought this human highblood in to make an alliance he clearly has a reason to trust him.

"Hello. Would you like an orange?" That's really all he's got to offer, the fruit he scavenged, some of his precious water. He can't, won't, fight.

On the one hand, this one is as strange if not stranger than the one who brought him. On the other, he has oranges. This is a tough decision.

"I would, but first we need to speak a bit. Are you the same sort as him? Is that why he protects you?"

He means Karkat, but that should be fairly obvious.

Karkat scowls. Signless doesn't know he's also a mutant and that's the way he wants to keep it for now. "We're both trolls, anyway."

The Signless nods, a little too eagerly. It's just so strange and exciting for him to hear cooperative sentiments from a troll he hasn't had to browbeat with logical arguments first. You'd never hear a blueblood say 'we're both trolls'.

He's certain the boy's a lowblood, too. He talks like one and he acts like one, though Signless is too polite to ask him and anyway it shouldn't matter in theory. But the idea that a lowblood, already so vulnerable and marked for death, is helping another lowblood who's consciously doing everything that could get them both killed back on Alternia? Signless likes it, even if the way Karkat's going about it is abrasive. He can't really be blamed.

"We're both trolls, and it's better to be in a group in a place you don't know. I've been in other areas." The implication is obvious. He knows where to get more oranges. He might know hazards that aren't immediately obvious (he thinks back to the piranhas, devouring that poor human male, and involuntarily winces).

"Then you do have value and I will gladly count you as an ally. Until such time as we are the last three left or other forces take us. Well met... Signless."

He doesn't like the sound of his new ally's name, but he knows he needs knowledge now as much as he needs a weapon and a steady source of food. This will be advantageous for all of them.

Karkat breathes out a sigh of relief. "Good," he says. "Great." He'll just have to hope someone else gets Cuthbert before the alliance is dissolved, because he sure as fuck doesn't feel up to taking him down--and Signless is not going to be any help in that regard.

Damn straight he's not, and that's never going to change as far as he's concerned.

"Very good. You too, Cuthbert." It's a strange name, but it sounds out to about eight letters in his estimation, so it's not too strange. He shuffles his upper body out of the sleeping bag -- his shoulder is still smeared with blood, though it's hard to see against his black clothing now that it's dry -- and reaches over to the bundle of supplies. He unwraps it and pulls out an orange.

"We can share it. To celebrate."

"A fine gesture, say thankya."

Cuthbert is fairly hungry, he's been more concerned with killing someone and taking what they had then finding much for himself. He has a decent stick and a general knowledge of the area to show for the few hours he's been here. Not the most impressive stash, but he had some ideas he would run by his new team soon.

"How are you at digging?"

Karkat shrugs. "I'm okay at it. I don't know how good Signless will be with his wound. Why, are we going to make a trap?"

Very diplomatically, Signless doesn't ask if the trap is for catching food or catching other tributes.

"I could dig, if you needed me to dig, but I might not be able to do it for long." He shrugs his injured shoulder to indicate why as he unpeels the orange and hands out equal chunks.

"More than one, if I have my way with it. Mayhap you can keep watch, we may make more noise than we'd like digging and covering the pits."

It is for the best that he doesn't ask. Bert takes the orange pieces gratefully and eats them slowly to make the taste last.

"I will see what I can do about catching us something more to eat."

"Yeah," says Karkat. "That'll work." He's nibbling slowly on his own orange as well. "So. What kind of alien are you, anyway? I've never seen anything like you in the mandatory schoolfeedings."

"I've seen quackbeasts," Signless offers. "They might be easy to trap."

And when Karkat asks what kind of alien Cuthbert is, he nods eagerly. "I've met a few others of your species -- I assume they're of your species -- and you're very unusual, even if you're all remarkably trolloid."

He doesn't mention that the way he knows about other alien races is because the government of his home planet can't content itself with just enslaving and brutalizing its own people and likes to do it to other planets as well.

The term 'quackbeasts' is far too amusing to Cuthbert and he laughs at it, even if he knows what Signless means.

The other questions are more puzzling than amusing, he isn't sure how to describe it to someone unfamiliar with humans as a whole.

"I'm human, pure threaded, no mutie in me. I've no way else to describe it, we're the only ones about where I'm from. I should ask the same of thee, you call yourself 'troll' but I cannot believe you're the sort to live in caves and under bridges."

Karkat winces at the word 'mutie.' He lets his eyes meet Signless' briefly, hoping the adult troll isn't stupid enough to tell Cuthbert about his blood.

"Why the fuck would we do there? We live in hives, of course." Honestly then compels him to correct himself. "Okay, fine, one of my friends lives in a cave, but she's not exactly what you'd call normal. We're the dominant species on our planet too." He scowls. "And you still haven't explained what the fuck a son is. Or a tet."