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Chapter 11; Video/Filtered Video to Karkat

[[The feed flicks on to a view of four Pokemon. The first three are likely familiar to anyone who knows their trainer.

An all-too-cool Wooper, who currently seems rather put out and a little scratched up.
A primping and preening Pidgey, who seems quite proud of itself.
And a rather irritated looking Eevee, ruffled somewhat and glaring in the aforementioned Wooper's direction.
The fourth Pokemon, sitting quietly and watching the three with interest, is a Mareep.

From off camera comes the voice to confirm that yes, this is indeed Rose's team.]]

I am pleased to say we are finally making progress in level. Surprisingly, Dave has been putting forth a great deal of effort into his training. I am unsure as to why, but not complaining.

Woop!

That was a compliment. You should accept it as such.

Pilcrow, the Pidgey you see before you, has also gained a few levels of her own. Guillemot has earned the most, however. I am highly proud of her. I also have a new addition, of whom I have just caught. Halos the Mareep. He is quite the energetic one, and I am sure he will make an excellent addition to my team.

[[And now you get a view of the girl, who looks like she's recovering from a cold.]]

I have doubts of challenging the gym here before we leave, but I suppose that is not my duty as a breeder anyway, is it?

[[For everyone else, the feed ends here. However, Karkat gets one soon after.]]

[Filtered to Karkat]

...Karkat. Would I be able to ask a favor of you? It concerns living arrangements, as I have been unable to work for the past week due to both my illness and the incident with Dave, and therefor can no longer afford room and board.

Of course I intend to find work as soon as possible, but until then I have no where to stay...

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[The Glameow purrs quite contently at that, snuggling in against Rose. Karkat meanwhile scritches Guile behind the ears, namely as a way of distracting himself. But he doesn't pull away from Rose, nor shove her out of leaning against him.]

Good.

So if you're going to do any prying today about shit, you may as well get it out of the way now, while I still feel like putting up with your snarky horseshit.

[[She is just...closing her eyes in thought, and enjoying sitting there, idly petting under the Glameow's chin.

Guile too is quite content with all this, making little chirping noises.]]

Well, I heard mention that trolls have horns back in our respective universes. What were yours like, Karkat?

Edited 2011-03-02 11:48 (UTC)

Didn't I ever say that before? Jegus, tell me you seriously haven't gone this whole time not knowing what we looked like.

Just--imagine me with grey skin, pointy teeth, yellow instead of white in my eyes, and yeah, horns. Awesome horns. Mine were the best.

Edited 2011-03-02 11:50 (UTC)

[[And she seems to tilt her head in thought at that, doing her best to imagine it.]]

Awesome horns does not quite give me a good enough description. Were they longer? Shorter? Did the curl much akin to a ram's horns?

[Glance.]

Yes, exactly. Big long curling ones that got in the way of shit, but they were cool. Best fucking horns ever; everyone was jealous.

But. If they got in the way of everything, wouldn't they be hard to lead with?

Not that ridiculous. But they were impressive and shit, y'know?

I am not sure if I find large horns very impressive, myself.

[[Here she taps at her lips a little, one hand still petting the Glameow.]]

Wait--wait. What?

You don't even come from a species that has horns. You don't understand the cultural expectations about them.

That may be, but animals all around us do have horns.

And I personally never found the larger ones impressive.

[[And here's a shrug.]]

But--you--

[He just looks confused now.]

I was simply requesting for more details, and giving you examples of the kinds of details I was looking for. Not necessarily the kinds I am impressed by.

[Huff. Armfold.]

Horns are fucking stupid anyway and people put too much value in them and it's annoying so shut up.

If it's any consolation, I think you are fine without them. I realize I am a human, and therefor might be biased, but it is the same as judging a person simply because they are shorter or taller. Or because they have blond hair, or brown.

It is silly, stereotypical, and pointless.

[Karkat grumbles some, fidgeting where he sits, before finally-]

Okay, fine. They were like this, alright?

[He motions by his head, indicating the rough size and shape of his horns with little embellishment.]

And don't you dare fucking call them nubs or I will physically shove you out the fucking door!

Karkat, I just said you are fine without them. However, if it makes you feel any better, I think that is a handsome horn size.

[[And now, she thinks a moment, because really she'd like to lighten the mood a little again.]]

If I had horns, what do you think they would look like?

No, I am not fine without them. I want my damn horns back! And everyone fucking mocked me for my damn horns even when I still had them!

So--I don't even fucking know about what horns you'd have, and I don't give a shit, because you probably wouldn't get called nubby for them.

...Well I wouldn't have called them such. I'm not now, am I? And I assure you the threat of being kicked out would not scare me into refraining from using that term in reference to them.

[[Still leaning, but turning somewhat to rest her back against him instead.]]

And if they were 'nubby' I am sure people would tell me so. Especially me.

Yeah well, you probably wouldn't get stuck with short horns anyway.

[Turning away from her, such that they end up more or less back to back.]

And what makes you so sure of that?

[[Just. Cuddling on Karkitty now.]]

Because the universe doesn't like to torture you.

[[...snort.]]

Oh please. That is possibly the most offending answer I have been given. If anything, by the standards of your race, I am worse off as I have none. And that is only grazing the surface of what the universe can, has and apparently will do to me.

That's not what I meant, dumbass! If you were a troll, you'd probably have a perfectly normal pair. Not like me with those fucking short damn horns I had.

Your session might have fucked up everything ever, too, but you still weren't waiting for death in the god damn Veil. You didn't have to see the big reward snatched right out of your fucking hands at literally the last second. I was like, that close to opening the door to your universe, and then the demon pops up and slices that shit in half. Aradia had to literally fucking throw us into this transportalizer so we wouldn't be killed then.

And sure, this universe is nicer. I admit that. I seriously do. But life still likes to shit on me in some way or another.

And at least you were sane enough to attempt to assist your friends.

My first day here I was greeted with a rather terrified looking Dave, asking me from when I am from. And then assuring me that in the future I am...oh, how did he put it.

Psycho. I am apparently 'batshit crazy' as they say, and it is going to happen no matter what I do, and from the way he spoke about it it isn't very pleasant.

I would much rather be told how nubby my horns are and be a hatched leader to my friends than crazy and scaring Dave of all people.

And the fact that our session managed to mess yours up so bad is also yet another tick on the "gee my life sucks" belt, Karkat. Do you think I enjoy hearing I may have been the cause of such a thing? Wait, may. I likely am, seeing as I am insane in the future. But do you think that sits well with me? As hard as I find it to believe, it still sits in my gut like a lead brick. The guilt that I could possibly have caused such a thing. For which I am sorry. Those words likely mean nothing, but there they are none the less.

And I may not know much about our session, however I do know that my life before it was nothing pleasant, save for when I was talking with the other three or lost in my books. My mother was cause for so much grief. So much facetious, careless grief.

So it is not as if I have had much of a stroll through the park either, in human terms.

[Karkat does hold back some as he hears parts of this. But this is still him, with all his issues and problems and shortcomings of personality. So by the end, he's aggravated, more than he was going in.]

You think there weren't psychopaths in my session? Get in fucking line, Rose, because until you've slaughtered hundreds or fuck, maybe even into the thousands, you're nowhere near Vriska's level of fucked up. Or how about Eridan, he orphaned as many to feed Feferi's damn lusus for her, all while wanting to kill all land dwellers. Or how about being mind controlled into killing the person closest to you, or how about FUCKING CAUSING THE DEATH OF ALL TWELVE TROLLS' LUSII BY BEING A DUMBASS IN A FIT OF FUCKING RAGE?

So your adult human custodian didn't hug you enough, at least you didn't have to kill for her, or watch her die knowing it was your own damn fault.

Do you really fucking think the horns are it for me, too? Do you? Because fuck you! That's just a part of it. You never had to fucking worry about being culled on your planet, did you? You never had to worry about one fucking little misstep potentially ruining your whole fucking life for you!

On top of that, my title in Sgrub and my damn Land itself both existed just to fucking mock me! Both tossing my biggest issue right in my fucking face. Do you have any idea how much I hate myself? How long I've completely loathed my own damn existence? Since I was old enough to understand what was wrong with me, and so much I actually fucking thought I was my own damn kismesis once! How fucking pathetic is that? You can't even fucking imagine!

Did you ever have to spend hours arguing with your own damn self over what plan you should take? Did you ever have to be mocked by yourself, and then have both yous mocked by everyone else in your session, not just once, but repeatedly?

I may have been the leader and it may have been destined through stable time loops, but I was questioned every fucking step of the way, by everyone sooner or later, most of all my own damn self!

And so what if you feel fucking guilty? You never had to see all your hard work go to waste. You never had to hide in the Veil hoping death would come later rather than immediately. You never had to watch your best friend die because you didn't take his warning seriously!

And speaking of which, that same guy? My best fucking friend in any universe? We cannot even talk to each other without it devolving into a stupid argument, each and every fucking time. He's the only guy who hates himself more than me, and he doesn't have any reason to. So I try to make him stop, but no, never fucking works. And then he gets a god damn pale crush on me that I can't return, so shit has been awkward with him ever since, and now his matesprit's gone back to the Veil to wait for death and I can't do a fucking thing for him! And he mocks me every time we speak, too, and we hate each other and it's so stupid but I can't let him go even with all that, because it's what I fucking deserve!

And the first guy I met who actually shared the same problem as me, I let him get away with fucking stabbing me, like three times, all because of that. That's how fucking pathetic I am.

I go through every day of my god damn life hating everyone, hating everything. I used to think with all the hate I felt I could never even find a damn kismesis, and the first time I did, I got turned down because of some concept that doesn't even exist in my species. I very nearly did the second time, too. If anything it's a god damn fucking miracle I've even got Dave at all, and I keep expecting to wake up or get sent back to the Veil or have it yanked out from under me somehow because shit never goes this well without something coming along to fuck it all over.

So just--shut the fuck up, Rose.

Edited 2011-03-02 14:54 (UTC)

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