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Karkat Vantas | Homestuck

[hemogenesis]

A: A TYPICAL DAY IN THE LIFE

[ There's always been a part of Karkat that couldn't fully accept the Ultimate Reward he had worked to earn alongside his friends. A part that was always paranoid that it could be taken away from him at any moment, or that he'd be dragged back into some cosmic bullshit. So being whisked away by some all-powerful and mysterious forces claiming to be Gods is practically expected. Familiar, even.

Thus, after a minor tantrum, Karkat simply resigns himself to exploring his options - as well as the world around him. Currently he's taking a moment to stop outside the castle and simply observe the city. ]

Humans, humans, and more humans. Great, so more of the same. I don't know why I expected otherwise when being transported to an alien planet!

[ Says the very obvious non-human, with his grey skin, bright orange-yellow horns, and all. His comments are extremely easy to overhear as well - Karkat has volume-control issues like he's CONSTANTLY TALKING IN ALL-CAPS. ]

B: BLOOD OR BALL?

[ Soon after his arrival, Karkat becomes the victim of a serious crime. The paintball shot is instant and nails him right in the chest - leaving a splash of BRIGHT RED all over his sweater. Karkat screams! ]

Aaaaaaaaaa--aaahh... ah? Ha! Hahahahaha! It's paint! It's fucking paint!

[ He absolutely thought it was blood for a second, oops. ]

C: Choose your own adventure

[ Have another prompt come to mind? Have at it! ]

Arrival

[mindseer]

[Tappity tap tap. Someone might have heard that there were new arrivals coming into town. Or said someone might have been coming this way to hassle Odin about something or another. She'd been getting the urge to do that a lot more lately.

That was when she heard someone basically shouting, and she couldn't help it. She was giggling and snickering away. So, the tapping of the cane was starting to approach him from a side alley, a bit like the theme from Jaws. Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tappity tap!

Whack! She was totally going to try and go for the back of the shins if she could surprise shouty McShoutsalot while he was moaning about all the humans.]

Hehehehe, they're not all humans here, ya know, crabby.

[Sniiiiiiiff. You missed that, right?]

Re: Arrival

[hemogenesis]

[ Naturally, Terezi succeeds at smacking Karkat - it was always easiest to catch him off guard when he was mid-rant. He might even be mad about that if he didn't recognise Terezi immediately, because there's no way he could ever forget what she was like, no matter how much time passed. Thus, the shock of her actually being here only adds to his dismay.]

Terezi!! What the fuck! Don't tell me you've been here this whole time?!

[mindseer]

[She was giggling when that hit as well as it did. Her lips pulled back into a familiar little fanged sneer and she leaned on her walking stick, sniffing the air around him for that familiar scent.

Depending on his timeline and where in it he was from, she might or might not have looked a little different. She looked about the age that she'd been when they'd fought Lord English, which was about the time that the timeline went to absolute shit in a handbasket in her version of events. The red blindfold around her eyes was the same one she'd alchemized just before that infamous clown hunting incident.

For some reason? She was definitely sniffing at his eyes, like she was trying to figure out what color she was smelling?]

Who? Hehe, little old me?
Oh man, I've been telling them all about you.
Their sole lesson on troll culture, right here.
It's been fantastic!

[Drip drip, sarcasm. No, seriously, she's been bored out of her think pan even when she's had something to do.]

[hemogenesis]

[ In other words, Terezi looks like she hasn't changed at all since Karkat last saw her. This is both concerning, yet not all too surprising when someone fucks off into space.

Unfortunately, that means this Karkat is not Game Over Karkat. Though it's hard to tell the difference, except that his eyes have started filling in red and his skin is maybe a shade darker than what Terezi's used to. ]

That sounds like a blast. And by blast, I'm referring to the desire I have to be engulfed in explosive flame, killing me instantly, at the very thought! How the fuck have you managed? Don't tell me you were fucking serious about using me as gossip material. I can't think of a worse topic.

[ Nevertheless, Karkat seems to act like nothing's changed or different at all! He's always been the same guy at heart, self-deprecating yet willing to hang out with dead or alternate friends if they needed it. ]

[mindseer]

[Nope, not a single change. The only difference would only be clear if she pulled that blindfold off at some point. But, smelling the yellow of his eyes and the red there, she knew he couldn't be a doomed Karkat, much less her doomed Karkat, and that was mostly what she needed.]

Haha, I've totally been trolling the hell out of them of course! It's amazingly easy sometimes. But don't go getting a big pan about being my only gossip material. I've had plenty of other stupidity to prattle about.

Helps that Dave's around here somewhere. At least somebody can get my finely tuned humoristic stylings. But don't you worry. I've saved almost all of the quadrant talk. Just. For. You. Because I totally know how much you eagerly wait for the chance to explain all of this to them.

[hemogenesis]

Dave's here???

[ Honestly Karkat can react to so much from what Terezi just said, but he has priorities. Priorities include 1 (one) insufferable prick. He realizes a second too late how that comes across, so he shuffles in place and tries to play it off. Unsuccessfully. ]

That explains why you have so much stupid shit to talk about. I'm not surprised you held back on the quadrants though, but don't pretend that was for my sake. Explaining them to a bunch of braindead primates was painful enough when there was only four of them.

[mindseer]

Yeeep. The titular cool dude's here and more than a couple sweeps older than me so that's been good for a laugh and a half. You all seriously owe me one for that by the way.

[She was absolutely going to be smug about the fact that she was the one who helped send John back with Roxy because why not? It was a claim to fame and she had to take all the...
...
...

Wait just a globbing minute.]

What do you mean "Only four of them?" Look, my almost completely non-existent romantic life is already complicated enough just deciding that getting over with being "Down with the Clown" [Air quotes definitely included] was a good sign I didn't need to be hate dating anyone else until I got my think pan on straight.

Do not tell me there are suddenly more ways to use a bucket than we already have, Karkat. This is not what my think pan needs right now.

A

[timeriffs]

[So fucking loud that a certain human hears it on the fucking wind and for a moment he's sure it's something fucking with him. But on the off-chance it's not, he heads in that direction. The closer he gets, the more he hears that voice, the more excited he gets, he practically begins to jog.

He dashes around a tree, and, fuck, there's that nubby horned asshole he's been dying to see for months.

And he's of course bitching up a storm. He let's him go for a bit as he tries to put back on his cool guy affectation, slouching and crossing his arms. Gosh, just so cool.]

Someone's being awfully xenophobic right now.

[hemogenesis]

Shut the fuck up, do you know how hard it is to find one particular human amongst a whole crowd of them? You outrageous asshole!

[ The relief in Karkat's voice is palpable when he sees Dave, and it's obvious that he had been looking for this specific human. There's not even an attempt at cool on his end - Karkat quickly moving to stand by Dave, smiling even as he insults him. ]

[timeriffs]

I'd be more offended I didn't stand out to you except I know this place can be like a sea of blondes. What can I say, the viking blood is strong in me.

[He stares at him as he stands beside him, and he tries to keep up the facade, but it's no use. He hasn't seen him in months, several long months, and his viking stoicism fails him on this day.

He suddenly is hugging him, tight around the neck.]

[hemogenesis]

What the fuck are you talking about, human blood is—

[ It hasn't been nearly as long for Karkat, so the sudden hug that isn't a bro side-squeeze catches him off guard. ]

... Dave?

[timeriffs]

[Sorry, Karkat, but you're not getting the safe for public PDA right now. His mouth is buried in his arms, his voice coming out muffled.]

Fuck. Sorry. But it's been so long...

[hemogenesis]

Dave, what are you talking about? I saw you drop a pop tart on your shirt then proceed to eat off of it half an hour ago.

[ Karkat says that, and it certainly sounds like a thing Dave would do! But there's a suspicious tone of dread inching into his voice. ]

[timeriffs]

Fuck, yeah I did. That's exactly the last thing I remember doing. It was so fucking good, Karkat, I miss eating pop tart off things I dropped them on so much.

[This hug train ain't stopping.]

b

[channellings]

[the unexpected sound of a scream catches klaus's attention, has him whirling around, his see-through, pink-trimmed umbrella at the ready to ward off any incoming paintballs. he's a little pissed, it's probably ruined, but the stupid thing has helped keep him safe this long, so—

brilliant red spilling across karkat's shirt is still rather alarming, he's unable to help the bewildered look on his face. whenever he's reassured it's paint and someone hasn't brought an actual gun to this shootout,] Thank God for that.

[then he abruptly strides forward, stretches his arm out and tips the canvas just over karkat's front to catch another oncoming projectile.] And this stupid umbrella, holy shit. You waiting for a written invitation? Let's go already!

[hemogenesis]

Fuck!!

[ The subsequent projectile and the fact he was saved from it catches Karkat off-guard, still reeling from the first one. But you know what? He's not going to question it. Much. ]

Yeah, yeah, you're my savior, blessed is the ground you walk on. Just lead the way !

[channellings]

Calm down, man. Yeesh.

[easier said than done, he knows, although it really is just paintballs. klaus cinches one of karkat's shoulders and begins guiding him along, reminding himself which way is quickest to tyrhaus.]

And no need to go that far. I'm wearing bracelets, I swear.

[hemogenesis]

The fuck do bracelets have to do with anything???

[ It's a genuine question, and distracting enough that Karkat has yet to pitch a fit about whisked away to some mystery location because he's that new. It helps that Klaus just saved his ass at least, even if it's only paintball. ]

[channellings]

Uhhh?

[since klaus isn't sure how else to explain it, he makes sure karkat keeps moving, slides his hand off his shoulder and stretches the arm in front of them to show off his pretty little bracelet with its crimson-colored gemstone.] All the Wanderers – that's us! – have a set.

[hemogenesis]

Oh. Shit, right. I kind of glossed over half the explanation, because I've got literally zero damn reason to care about free jewelery when I've been whisked away to another dimension!

( b )

[enflame]

( There's suddenly a caustic shriek that rings out through the open area, and Emil can't help but immediately stop dead and look at the source. On its face, it does look like a very dire situation -- there's a...creature? That's just yelled, holding onto their chest with that tell-tale red splatter that's present. He knows nothing of trolls, really. Even if someone more adept would notice that the colour is too bright to be real blood, he's not thinking very rationally. Just leaping over -- also probably unwise -- and rushing to aid this poor soul, cut down in their prime.

-- Or so it seemed, at first. )

Are you sure? You're delirious! You need first aid! ( It certainly looks like this guy just got shot, so perhaps it's best to assume that's the case. )

[hemogenesis]

[ By the time Emil gets there, Karkat is grumpily trying to wipe the paint out of his sweater. He grunts at the offer of first-aid. ]

Yes, I'm fucking sure! While I've often been accused of delirium, I reassure you that I know the damn difference between blood and paint. Any wiggler could tell after first glance!

[enflame]

( Well, this is the price he pays for being considerate. Emil comes to a dead stop, face shifting from blank to a scowl. )

Is it necessary to be so rude when I'm acting out of concern for you? You didn't know for a moment, didn't you? I wasn't going to risk someone bleeding out in the street.

( He's also not sure what a 'wiggler' is, so it's better to slide past that instead of risking his moral high ground. )

[hemogenesis]

It's not personal, you douche. I'm rude to everyone. But fine! Thanks. If I was actually bleeding out, I'd probably appreciate it.

[ Karkat can, in fact, be chastened, even if sounds contrite when giving his gratitude. ]