Accidental video
Jun. 13th, 2011 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stayb100ponyboy[The SFC feed clicks on, showing a small, darkish bedroom and someone wrapped in blankets like a cocoon, completely swaddled and hidden. The feed rolls cheerfully along for a moment or two, until the blankets shift, falling away as the person under them props himself up on one elbow, his back to the camera. Even without seeing his face, it's pretty difficult to not recognize Equius Zahhak just by his size and broken horn alone.
He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.
The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]
[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]
He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.
The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]
[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]
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[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 04:03 am (UTC)I think if you can't answer the question in a civil manner, you can hang up there until the end of time, for all I care.
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Date: 2011-06-14 04:06 am (UTC)[So long as nothing stops him, this will lead to an uncomfortable landing on the floor.]
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Date: 2011-06-14 04:17 am (UTC)Equius smirks down at him, somewhat pleased by his ingenuity and dedication to hatred.]
That was so ridiculous I'm going to take pity on you and give you a free shot at me. Go ahead, hit me. I'm relaxed, you won't hurt yourself.
[He is relaxed, too; if Karkat hits him, it won't hurt his hand. He's going to have to, anyway, to get past him and out the door if he wants to leave.]
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Date: 2011-06-14 04:28 am (UTC)[But that offer... He's wary about it, not quite trusting him. But on the other hand, he can't refuse the chance. God knows how much payback he wants to give him for that little stunt.]
[So, he goes as though to stand up... but when his legs are crouched beneath him, instead of rising normally, he jumps.]
[At Equius.]
[His goal is to grab onto the taller troll physically, figuring that actually tackling him would be out of the question. But even if it weren't, that's not his goal. Instead, and so long as he succeeds without it feeling like he just slammed into a brick wall, he may just sink his fangs into his kismesis's shoulder.]
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Date: 2011-06-14 04:33 am (UTC)In any case, Equius wasn't expecting that leap, and it stuns him enough he doesn't resist for about half a second or so, which should be long enough for Karkat to do whatever it is he's planning.]
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Date: 2011-06-14 04:38 am (UTC)[But now that he has a grip on him, he's not going to be letting go very easily.]
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Date: 2011-06-14 06:59 am (UTC)Thank the Alternian gods for robots.
The robot stomps over and tries to link its arms around Karkat's waist. It's not being particularly gentle, either; the time for niceness has clearly passed. If Equius is going to have bruises and fang marks on his shoulder, Karkat is going to leave with some bruises of his own.]
Get off me, you lunatic!
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 07:07 am (UTC)[So instead, it's the robot he has to contend with. Of course it's not nice - he wouldn't expect it to be gentle, and frankly he'd be disappointed if it were. Either way, he does left go, preferring to go along with it than be physically forced off. It's uncomfortable enough already.]
What's the problem, wriggler? Can't handle a single fucking bite? You're the one who even gave me that free shot, so save your bitching for your moirail.
[He spits a bit of bloody saliva onto the floor. He wasn't kidding when he said he didn't care about your decor.]
You taste like shit, by the way. Sweat and robot oil. Fucking disgusting.
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 07:21 am (UTC)See Equius wipe his hand over the bite mark on his shoulder, getting a good, wet handful of blood and sweat.
See Equius attempt to wipe that hand (very, very carefully) across the front of Karkat's shirt, mostly obscuring the Cancer symbol under a wash of blue.
See Equius step back and look extremely pleased with himself.]
There, that's much better. Now you're actually fit to go out in public.
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Date: 2011-06-14 07:33 am (UTC)[He's reaching out. Toward him.]
[Karkat freezes up, because oh god oh god, what's he doing, he could--he could crush his rib cage, break his neck, shatter his skull--]
[But he doesn't. Between Equius's ginger movements and Karkat's own motionless pose (he doesn't even breathe as the hand brushes his chest), the action is completed without incident.]
[Then the blueblood steps back, and rage boils up under the redblood's skin.]
Fuck you! Sweaty, disgusting, shit-blooded freak!
I'm more fit to go on public at my very worst than you even come close to at your best moments--as if they can hardly be called that. You make me want to vomit every time I see you. I feel so damn queasy after getting that close, after touching your slimy skin, let alone actually putting my fucking mouth on you, that I might here and now if you don't get your reeking bulk away from me soon. Or in fact, stay right here. I'll make sure to aim for your shoes and your fucked up lady stockings.
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Date: 2011-06-14 07:54 am (UTC)If you insist.
[With that, he steps up closer, closing the distance between himself and Karkat, until there's only an inch or so separating them. With the robot still holding Karkat, they're almost the same height now, although Equius still tilts his head to look down condescendingly at his kismesis.
He reaches up and puts his hands, not on Karkat's shoulders, but on the robot's; he's still not touching Karkat, but the implication, the threat of touch, is still there.]
I scare you, don't I? For all your bluster about being better than me, about me making you want to vomit... you're still scared to death, aren't you?
[Sneering.]
What's it like to live in fear, Vantas? I wouldn't know, because I don't feel it.
[Action] how does I grammar
Date: 2011-06-14 08:08 am (UTC)[But when his kismesis speaks? He glares up at him, gaze black and intense.]
Bull.
Fucking.
Shit.
You are too scared. Sure, maybe not of me touching you, but here I'm the one that's actually normal in that regard. You're scared of touching me carelessly, aren't you? You were gentle as a fucking kitten a moment before, and you can't tell me you would have done it if you weren't scared of collapsing my chest in on itself.
How is it, to know you can't ever hug a matesprit for fear of crushing them? You had to put Aradia's ghost in a robot before you could do anything there. So what are you going to do? Kill whoever you're flushed for, then build a new soulbot for them? Real fucking romantic there, shitlicker.
Or how about those shades? If I know anything about douchebags who wear shades all the time, even in the dark, it's that they're fucking terrified of letting the world see them without their mask. It's as fucking obvious as your perspiration problem. Insecurity hangs around you like your own foul, inescapable odor, and it's just as unappealing.
Don't you say you're not scared. That's a goddamn lie, and you know it.
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 10:53 am (UTC)Do you hear that, Karkat? That squealing sound? Yeah, that's just the robot's shoulders bending as he squeezes them, the metal crumpling under his grip like wet paper.
Equius puts his head down for a moment, breathing deeply, before he raises it and looks Karkat right in the eye.]
You know a fear I don't know, mutant? Something that has never once bothered me, on all the nights I've passed in peaceful, dreamless slumber, undisturbed by nightmares?
I'm not afraid of what I am.
Yes, I might have chaotic, uncontrollable strength, but that doesn't matter, does it? I have ways around it, there's things I can do, things I can learn, to defeat it. But even with that... impediment, as it were, I've never been afraid of who or what I am. I know my place in the world. I have a place in the world. And what are you? Just some pathetic, weak little creature that uses his mouth as his primary weapon because his fists won't suffice. You bluster and rage and spout endless drivel about your views on the world, but none of them matter, because you are placeless. You're an aberration, a negative number, an evolutionary dead-end that needs to be culled from paradox space.
And my strength... it means I can protect those I care about, doesn't it? What have you ever done for those you care for, besides doom their race and their planet to complete oblivion? Some kind, benevolent overlord you are.
Besides...
[He tilts his head back, rolling his neck so that the joints crackle together.]
... you talk too much.
[Then, in one smooth, fluid motion, Equius lowers his head down towards Karkat's, fangs bared, going for the most hateful kiss Vatheon has ever born witness to.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 11:12 am (UTC)[And Equius? He doesn't pull punches.]
[By the end of the tirade, Karkat is snarling himself. His leadership complex has always been a thing, but there's more to it than that. There's the issues that have cropped up here, too. How Gamzee went on his rampage, how he had to kill him to make him stop. How he wasn't fast enough to do it before people died or were injured. And he hates, still, that it had to be a thing - that he didn't prevent it sooner.]
[But the older scars still ache when hit the wrong way, and Equius knows just how to strike them. The death of their planet. The death of their race. His blood. Most people may not give a shit here; most outside the trolls wouldn't even know the issue, or give half a shit even if they did. But blood, even still, will never stop being a thing to him. To be called a mutant, an aberration, placeless, just dredges up all the self-loathing, and makes it fresh, raw, and tender.]
[This loathing is obsidian, Equius. Though dark, it burns in his eyes. That's why, when he goes in for the kiss, Karkat meets it eagerly: rough, biting, and full of hate.]
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Date: 2011-06-14 12:01 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 12:06 pm (UTC)[He's not going to back down easily, either.]
[No, with his bites and sharp, tugging nips at his kismesis's lips, it's pretty clear he's trying to to make him back down first.]
[That, and he just plain likes the hateffection.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 12:16 pm (UTC)And okay, he likes the hateffection too.
It's a lot different hatekissing someone who's not a robot, okay?
Maybe if he's lucky, he'll get to flushed kiss someone who's not a robot at some point too...But now isn't the time for thinking about flushed kissing! Now is the time for hatekissing, and Equius makes a point to drag one of his broken, jagged fangs over Karkat's lower lip. Take that, mutant... feel the hatred of a highblood.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 12:22 pm (UTC)[He presses in, and tries to dig his fangy overbite into the tender inner portion of his lower lip. Not far, mind - he doesn't want to pierce through the whole thing - but enough to hurt and irritate. Especially if he tugs at it.]
[He punctuates the attack with a growl.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 12:37 pm (UTC)If Karkat did pierce through, Equius would probably just make a lip ring to stick through the hole and wear it around for a few days. However, he'd rather not give him the opportunity. Instead, he goes on the offensive and drives his own face forward, clashing his upper fangs hard against Karkat's. He's not willing to let his kismesis break his fangs on his muscles, but if he breaks them because he won't back down from a hatemakeout... well, he can't be blamed for that, can he?]
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 12:41 pm (UTC)[But altogether, he's pretty satisfied with the hatekiss itself.
Troll teeth really are more suited than human ones.]Happy now, asshat?
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 12:49 pm (UTC)[In hate-ese, that means "yes, very."]
[Action] what the hell was I trying to do with that wording
Date: 2011-06-14 12:53 pm (UTC)[Translation: "You're welcome."]
Now are you going to make this fucking robot let me go already, or what? I doubt you want me sticking around all day.
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 01:09 pm (UTC)[Translation: "Do this again, sometime soon?"]
I'll have the robot escort you out, since I can't trust you to not try and rob me blind on your way to the door.
[And with that, Equius steps aside and the robot starts carrying Karkat towards the door.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 01:13 pm (UTC)[Even if that was HP instead of something more literal.]
[He still grumbles as the robot carries him to the door. He can walk just fine on his own.]
It's not like this shack has much worth to begin with, so if I come around too much, the place will be worse than a cardboard box on the street.
["Definitely."]
[Action]
Date: 2011-06-14 01:21 pm (UTC)You should be so happy to grace the hive of a highblood. I don't doubt that you rarely get the opportunity.
Now don't hang around on my doorstep; you'll attract stray animals.
["I look forward to it."]
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