Captious Cancer

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[Dependent RP blog for Karkat Vantas for SA.] [Sidebar image and icon credit to averyniceprince.] [#TW: NSFW blog.]

74 posts

Terezi ==> Invade Someone's Personal Space

"Who the fuck said I’d go to some shitty RA?" he groaned, resting his face back against the floor and swallowing a mouthful of saliva and a little spittle worth of blood. Not much, just enough to coat his tongue.

"Don’t make me beg. I don’t want to resort to that. I want to go back to my room and sleep."

That was a lie. He did very little sleeping.

Rose looked back at Terezi, shrugging in a “What are we going to do?” gesture. She looked back at Karkat, a sadistic smirk on her face.

"Just do what we want you to do. And then we’ll let you go."

The situation was starting to become dire. She hoped Karkat wouldn’t be too upset at the end of this.

Terezi scoffed and shook her head. "Are you a pothead, too? You seem to have some serious problems with your short term memory. The point is, your story doesn’t sound realistic, so it’ll be easier for everyone if you just go with it." Sometimes truth was far stranger than fiction.

"Ooh, I could go for some begging, actually. Go ahead and give it your best shot." Terezi looked back at Rose and angled her glasses up, exposing her eyes just long enough to flash Rose a wink.

"Fuck you, I'm not going to beg. I'll just fall asleep right here." he mumbled determinedly. Just because he knew that was impossible, didn't mean he couldn't fake it to them.

"I don't even know what it is you want me to do, but from what's happened so far, I don't really want to find out. And, honestly, can you fucking blame me?"

#trappedintomes #masterdebateur

Terezi ==> Invade Someone's Personal Space

"I swear to god, if you two don’t let me up and out, I’m filing molestation charges and complaining to the RA." he growled, resting his weight on his forearms as he lifted his head and shook his hair out of his eyes, craning his neck over a bit to glare at the two behind him, eyes cold.

Rose watched Terezi carefully, especially in the way she handled Karkat, and she took a deep breath. Goddamn, that was hot.

"Oh, don’t worry. I know how to get blood stains off carpet. Don’t ask."

She knelt down next to Karkat’s head, inspecting him.

"I suggest you play nice, Mr. Degrassi. You wouldn’t want to get on our bad side."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, like the RA will believe that two relatively model students with clean records would molest and hold an insomniac delinquent against his will." She removed her leg and sat on his back with her legs crossed and looking down at him.

"As you can tell, we both know what we’re doing here, and you’d be best to wise up and do what we say. If you refuse to be compliant then I guess I’ll just need to get the ropes and riding crop out to teach you a lesson." She was a little surprised by herself with what she was saying. She enjoyed being in this position of power. Perhaps a little too much.

"Who the fuck said I'd go to some shitty RA?" he groaned, resting his face back against the floor and swallowing a mouthful of saliva and a little spittle worth of blood. Not much, just enough to coat his tongue.

"Don't make me beg. I don't want to resort to that. I want to go back to my room and sleep."

That was a lie. He did very little sleeping.

#trappedintomes #masterdebateur

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

"I thought only cops could buy those one-way windows? I didn’t even know there was a way to check." he shrugged.

"I’m a teenage boy without any incoming funds. Why the fuck would anything on my laptop be legal? What world do you live in?” he snorted, rolling his eyes.

airbornesummoner

"And only cops can buy automatic weapons and armor piercing rounds but those make their way into civilian hands daily, so something like a one-way window would probably be a bit easier to get your mitts on. Anyway, the trick is to press the tip of your finger against it. If there’s a gap between your finger and the reflection it’s legit. Otherwise, get the hell out of dodge and find an administrator." He honestly doubted there would be one here, but if the military taught him anything, it was that you can never be too complacent.

"I live in a world where people have jobs and downloading shit illegally takes money out of the pockets of the people that spent time working on it. But I’m not your dad or the government, so I can’t really tell you how to live your life."

"Shit. Good to know, I guess?"

He paused, smiling a litte. "That's cute. You think I listen to my dad. Either way, those bastards in the music industry and movie industry have more than enough money. I think they'll survive. Or, god forbid, they're forced to be middle-class. Oh, the tragedy."

#airbornesummoner

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

"/Please/ tell me the bedrooms and bathrooms don’t have, like, spy-cameras and shit hooked up in them? I read in the newspaper once that some pervert put tiny cameras in toilets to watch girls piss. I didn’t even know there could be people that fucked up out there."

He rolled his eyes, clucking his tongue a bit in over-dramatic irritation. That’s not /all/ I own. But thanks.”

airbornesummoner

"As far as I can tell they’re all clean, but you can be damned sure that I’ll be combing over any bathroom I go in just to make sure. You ever heard about that trick to see if a mirror is a legit mirror or a one-way window? I never thought to check but now I do religiously." Because fuck if he was going to be victim to some perverted Asian dude with a sick sense of humor…again.

"It’s not all, but I’m willing to bet that it’s a fair margin. It’s most of what you use, at least." He smirked and shot Karkat a sly half-lidded look. "And I hope you’re not downloading anything illegal on there, because I’m sure he already knows if you do."

"I thought only cops could buy those one-way windows? I didn't even know there was a way to check." he shrugged.

"I'm a teenage boy without any incoming funds. Why the fuck would anything on my laptop be legal? What world do you live in?" he snorted, rolling his eyes.

#airbornesummoner

Terezi ==> Invade Someone's Personal Space

Karkat flailed, almost comically, as he was ambushed by the two girls. With a heavy thump, he did indeed land face-first on the floor… just missing the bag of scalemates by a hair, not quite prepared enough to cushion his fall with outstretched palms.

He groaned into the floor through a throbbing headache and a stinging nose, pretty sure his lip was bit, or maybe his tongue (fuck if he knew, but he tasted a hint of blood), and began to kick about, his legs still wrapped together.

"What the everliving FUCK is wrong with you two?!” he half screeched, hauling his torso up with both forearms, everything below his waist uselessly trapped between the blindfold and the weight of the two girls.

Rose squeaked in alarm as the two of them fell. She raised her head, watching over Karkat. At the sound of his groans, she jumped to her feet and hid behind Terezi.

"Oh my god, we killed him." she muttered, clutching the back of Terezi’s shirt. She looked up at her, worry in her eyes.

"This is it, this is the one that’s going to land me in juvie."

She jumped what seemed like a foot in the air at Karkat’s screams, her terror soon turning to relief.

"He’s not dead."

Terezi winced as Karkat’s face met the floor instead of the bag of scalemates she had so lovingly placed before him. Apparently she forgot to carry the one in one of her calculations. She should have pushed him forward instead of pulling his legs out. Yeah, that was the problem. You live and you learn.

She stepped in front of Rose and planted a foot firmly on Karkat’s back, ensuring that he didn’t go anywhere for the time being. "He’s not dead yet, that’s for sure. We didn’t quite break him, but we did seem to bend him a little bit." She leaned down to examine the damage. "I smell blood. Make sure he doesn’t bleed on the carpet. That’d be really hard to explain to the RA."

She shook her head and dropped to a knee, oh so gently grinding her knee into his back as she craned down to look at him. "We didn’t say you could leave, whelp. Now, you’re going to sit your ass in that chair or we’re going to have to resort to more extreme measures."

"I swear to god, if you two don't let me up and out, I'm filing molestation charges and complaining to the RA." he growled, resting his weight on his forearms as he lifted his head and shook his hair out of his eyes, craning his neck over a bit to glare at the two behind him, eyes cold.

#masterdebateur #trappedintomes

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

"I don’t know. You might need to have some sort of history with obesity, that way they can make sure that you can actually handle that much food that fast without exploding."

"Those things actually work? Fuck. My old school’s cameras were all fake. None of them worked. That’s actually pretty creepy. He better be cool, I don’t want some creep watching my every goddamn move.” He snorted.

"Alright, well, I guess you’ll just have to keep me posted, then. It’s the only way, really."

airbornesummoner

"Maybe a healthy mix of both? I don’t know, I just know that I’ve never filled either of those criteria. I doubt it’s the obesity though, because most of those guys look like they’re in pretty good shape. I mean, the one dude is named Muscles Glasses." He shrugged and mused on the possibilities of employment.

"As far as I can tell, unless the dude’s bluffing. I’ll need to ask him where I was at four p.m. on Monday and see if he can tell me. Then I’ll know for sure. All I know about the guy is that he’s really into electronics and took a dabbling in cars and martial arts, so those are all pluses." Cool as he may or may not be, having a hard-on for being big brother and watching people was a little creepy in every sense.

"I’ll be sure to keep you in the loop of any witch hunts that are going on so you can stash your ice cream and romcoms."

"/Please/ tell me the bedrooms and bathrooms don't have, like, spy-cameras and shit hooked up in them? I read in the newspaper once that some pervert put tiny cameras in toilets to watch girls piss. I didn't even know there could be people that fucked up out there."

He rolled his eyes, clucking his tongue a bit in over-dramatic irritation. "That's not /all/ I own. But thanks."

#airbornesummoner

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

”Epic Meal Time is literally my future life career. I’ve decided. Back during college workshops, or whatever the fuck my old high school set up to help us choose careers, I totally wrote that down on my info card. They weren’t very happy with me.” He smirked. Not that any school was ever happy with him, but… that was a special case.

“Security guy? We have a security guy?” He blinked. “Damn. I didn’t know that. I mean, I’ve only met a handful or so of teachers, so… you can’t take my word for them all. But the ones that I’ve met anyway.”

He paused, offering another shrug. “I’ll have to meet them and judge them for myself, then. Any pointers? Throw a guy a bone. I’ve been dealing with authority my whole life - I need some ally to help me beat the system.”

airbornesummoner

"Finally, someone that understands the mania that Epic Meal Time gives me, like holy shit that show is amazing. It’s just a montage of liquor and meat, two of my favorite things. It’s beautiful. Do you think they take applications? What would you even need on your resume to work on that show? A professional eating trophy?" Hey, look they have another thing in common. Now it’s meat and insomnia.

"Yeah, I don’t know if you noticed all of the cameras that are stationed all over campus, but that dude can see everything that goes on outside of dorms and bathrooms. It’s a little scary when I actually sit down and think about it.” Like the dude was cool and all, but being watched at all times will give a guy the creeps.

"Oh, boy, there’s lots of finesse that comes with playing the system. I can give you pointers when I think of them, but for now I’m just kind of drawing a blank."

"I don't know. You might need to have some sort of history with obesity, that way they can make sure that you can actually handle that much food that fast without exploding."

"Those things actually work? Fuck. My old school's cameras were all fake. None of them worked. That's actually pretty creepy. He better be cool, I don't want some creep watching my every goddamn move." He snorted.

"Alright, well, I guess you'll just have to keep me posted, then. It's the only way, really."

#airbornesummoner

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

"You’ll thank me one day, when you’re internet famous and living off of the large sums of cash people advertising on your Youtube page pay you. You’re welcome, by the way."

He paused, lips quirking into a shit-eating grin.

"As if I’d believe that. Who the fuck cares, anyway? Let them know what I think of them. They already know me as the miserable grump anyway. Might as well be honest." he paused.

"You’d have to get specific with me, but for the most part, they’re all dickheads with sticks up their asses. Too hoity-toity for my tastes. Think they’re all that and a bag of chips because they teach at some private boarding school. They’re just bitter because they were bullied in high school and now try to seek revenge in up and coming generations."

airbornesummoner

"You think it’d be that popular? Man, I’d kill to be a tenth as popular as those Epic Meal Time guys. That’s such a great show. Maybe if I get famous enough I could be on it for an episode. That’d be the day." A guy can have dreams. Carver’s just involves cooking and making food monstrosities on the internet. It’s a good dream.

"It doesn’t matter if you want them to or not, I’m not much of a gossip. Anything you tell me would probably just end up on my blog or something. I mean, if I had a blog, that is." Carver totally has a blog. He uses it like a journal.

"Dang, that’s not good to hear. I’m gonna need to be working with these people and the last thing I want to hear is that they’re stuck up and boring. I heard through the grapevine that that security guy is a piece of work and that the music teacher’s a real black widow. Not like literally but like a mankiller, y’know?" The grapevine is a metaphor for his personal experiences, and that guy’s a real trip.

"Epic Meal Time is literally my future life career. I've decided. Back during college workshops, or whatever the fuck my old high school set up to help us choose careers, I totally wrote that down on my info card. They weren't very happy with me." He smirked. Not that any school was ever happy with him, but... that was a special case.

"Security guy? We have a security guy?" He blinked. "Damn. I didn't know that. I mean, I've only met a handful or so of teachers, so... you can't take my word for them all. But the ones that I've met anyway."

He paused, offering another shrug. "I'll have to meet them and judge them for myself, then. Any pointers? Throw a guy a bone. I've been dealing with authority my whole life - I need some ally to help me beat the system."

#airbornesummoner

Terezi ==> Invade Someone's Personal Space

"Sorry ladies, I hate to disappoint, but being blindfolded and letting three girls have their way with me was not what I had in mind tonight. Maybe on a Friday night or Saturday night, instead. Make sure to send me proper notice, so I can shave and get my things in order." He flashed a too-big, sarcastic grin as he moved to pick up his bag.

"It’s been fun, really. I’m sure this won’t be the last you see of me, though, so maybe Dragon Cascade another time."

More like never. Not if he had anything to say about it.

And by say, he meant drop out of this school and go to that local Catholic school his dad had threatened him with back at home.

Rose sighed before turning to grin at Terezi.

"I suppose we’re going to have to be an excessive amount of dickish."

She jolted across the room surprisingly fast, and jumped onto Karkat’s back, her feet now hovering a couple of inches off the ground.

"Get him!"

Terezi was not about to let him walk out of this room without getting her pound of flesh out of him. If it’s a tormented Karkat Rose wants, a tormented Karkat Rose gets. In a moment of perparation, she kicked the bag of Scalemates into the middle of the floor about five feet in front of Karkat.

She saw an opening and dove for his legs, wrapping the blindfold around them a couple of times and yanking backward. If her plan worked the way she had wanted it to, Karkat would fall flat on his face, though cushioned by the bag of plushes, with Rose laying on his back weighing him down.

"Timber!" Was all she could get out before the result of her efforts had been set into motion.

Karkat flailed, almost comically, as he was ambushed by the two girls. With a heavy thump, he did indeed land face-first on the floor... just missing the bag of scalemates by a hair, not quite prepared enough to cushion his fall with outstretched palms.

He groaned into the floor through a throbbing headache and a stinging nose, pretty sure his lip was bit, or maybe his tongue (fuck if he knew, but he tasted a hint of blood), and began to kick about, his legs still wrapped together.

"What the everliving FUCK is wrong with you two?!" he half screeched, hauling his torso up with both forearms, everything below his waist uselessly trapped between the blindfold and the weight of the two girls.

#masterdebateur #trappedintomes

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

"Sitting by the fireplace with some scotch, brushing your fingers through a freshly-grown beard. That’s the only time you’re allowed to recall war stories. You need to have a certain atmosphere for that sort of cliche shit. Maybe a cigar, too. Who knows? You need to be classy, of course."

He grinned. Perhaps the school year was salvagable; and not every teacher was a stiff-in-the-mud dickhead.

Maybe.

airbornesummoner

"Well, my quarters on campus has a fireplace and scotch, so that’s two of the three criteria required. I’ll get back to you in a week when I have the beard, then I can record my war stories and post them to YouTube. Make sure to check your e-mail for a link in the near future." The cigars were never his speed, but he might hold one in his hand and don some silk robes for the video, which he was absolutely doing now that he thought of it.

"So, I haven’t had a chance to meet any of the other faculty. How are the other teachers in your opinion? Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to keep this conversation out of the teacher’s lounge in the future."

"You'll thank me one day, when you're internet famous and living off of the large sums of cash people advertising on your Youtube page pay you. You're welcome, by the way."

He paused, lips quirking into a shit-eating grin.

"As if I'd believe that. Who the fuck cares, anyway? Let them know what I think of them. They already know me as the miserable grump anyway. Might as well be honest." he paused.

"You'd have to get specific with me, but for the most part, they're all dickheads with sticks up their asses. Too hoity-toity for my tastes. Think they're all that and a bag of chips because they teach at some private boarding school. They're just bitter because they were bullied in high school and now try to seek revenge in up and coming generations."

#airbornesummoner

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

"Sounds pretty deep, Mr. Fortune-Cookie." He teased, lightly, trying to bring some humor into the rapidly darkening subject.

"At least you have some pretty fuckin’ sick stories to tell. That’s always a plus, right? And you can use yourself as an example of what not to go by. There’s really no cons here, if you think about it."

Karkat sucked at trying to be an optimist. He made a mental note to never try and sound cheery or positive ever again. It was better if he just… didn’t. Better for everyone involved.

airbornesummoner

He waved a dismissive hand and chuckled lightly. The kid wasn’t too bad at this whole consolation thing. "Yeah, I guess I’m getting a little too deep into my metaphorical bullshit here, huh?" He turned and flashed him a smile.

"Dude, you don’t even know the half of it. You’d be amazed what kind of shit you can get into a mile off the ground in the desert. I got a kick-ass callsign and everything. Maybe one day I can bore you with my war stories for hours on end, that’s sure to make me feel old."

He laughed this time, not a half-hearted chuckle or a snort, a full-bodied laugh. This Vantas kid wasn’t half bad. Maybe working at this stuffy prep school wasn’t going to be all bad.

"Sitting by the fireplace with some scotch, brushing your fingers through a freshly-grown beard. That's the only time you're allowed to recall war stories. You need to have a certain atmosphere for that sort of cliche shit. Maybe a cigar, too. Who knows? You need to be classy, of course."

He grinned. Perhaps the school year was salvagable; and not every teacher was a stiff-in-the-mud dickhead.

Maybe.

#airbornesummoner

Kankri => Bond With Your Cousin

preachyprefect-deactivated20131

The other members of the dorm were once again acting rowdy, despite school having already started. They were being so loud, Kankri couldn’t focus at all on his writing. So to the library it was. And he could check and see if there were any books he wanted to borrow, too.

Entering the graciously quiet and empty room, he went straight to the back, thinking he’d check the biography section first. Maybe there’d be something interesting there. What he saw when he looked to the left of him, back in those shelves, brought a smile to his face. His uncle had told him that he was here too.

"Hello dearest cousin," he said, pulling a chair up opposite Karkat.

Karkat cringed at the familiar voice, looking up from his search and frowning, his brow knitted, as he took in the sight of his cousin. It had been quite a while since he’d last seen Kankri - not that the other boy looked any different.

"Kankri," he greeted as politely, as formally, as he could.

Well, there went his precious, quiet alone-time. He could practically taste whatever lecture Kankri had cooked up for him today.

preachyprefect-deactivated20131

"Oh, don’t look so forlorn. I’m not here to lecture you, I only want to say hi. The school year had hardly started, you have a small bit of leeway for slacking off, though I admit it might not be the best idea, with your track record." It wasn’t a lecture, it was only pointing out a fact, and giving some advice. It was in his nature.

His eyes flitted over Karkat’s figure, and he wasn’t sure if he liked what he saw.Thinner than he was several months ago, as the trend had been over the past couple years. Baggy clothes, but he couldn’t really blame him for that he supposed, he was the same way. Dark smudges under his eyes, no, that wasn’t good. He hoped he was taking his meds. "Anyway, how are you?"

Karkat decided to disregard Kankri's comment, his simple pointing out of facts. It would be best for the both of them if they avoided arguments and scuffles, especially this early in the year. Besides, he wasn't in the mood to get defensive. Surprisingly.

"Fine. And yourself?"

Kankri looked the same as he always did. Pudgy, healthy, well rested. The exact opposite of Karkat himself. It was almost upsetting, to some degree. How Kankri was the better of the family - the better looking, the more healthy, the smarter and more ambitious. He hated being compared to Kankri, to Kankri's grades.

But oh well.

#preachyprefect

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

"Sounds like a gamble to me. But whatever. I guess you’re one of those guys who likes to live life on the edge, or whatever that bullcrap is."

Karkat personally had little to no interest in drugs. Not that hearing about other people’s interest in them wasn’t amusing, to say the least. But Carver didn’t really look like one of those druggie types, anyway. The kind that you glance at and you automatically know what they’ve tried, and what they’re still on.

airbornesummoner

"Yeah, life on the edge. There are a lot of edges I’ve flirted with the past and I haven’t ended up on the wrong side of one yet, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. There are days that I wake up wondering if today is going to be the day, and it very well could be."

He just sort of trailed off and crouched down to pick at the things on the floor. He was supposed to be the one investigating Karkat’s well-being but here he was relaying his worries and issues to this high school kid whose life experience totals to not a whole lot.

"Sounds pretty deep, Mr. Fortune-Cookie." He teased, lightly, trying to bring some humor into the rapidly darkening subject.

"At least you have some pretty fuckin' sick stories to tell. That's always a plus, right? And you can use yourself as an example of what not to go by. There's really no cons here, if you think about it."

Karkat sucked at trying to be an optimist. He made a mental note to never try and sound cheery or positive ever again. It was better if he just... didn't. Better for everyone involved.

#airbornesummoner

Terezi ==> Invade Someone's Personal Space

At the sight of the blindfold-like apparatus, Karkat stood a bit too quickly.

"I never agreed to whatever the fuck this "Dragon Cascade" is, so why’re you so quick to take out that shit?!" he said a bit too defensively, glancing helplessly and longingly toward the door.

From the hints these two girls had dropped so far, he had a feeling there were probably sex toys in that bag. Or something devious in nature, at the very least.

Not that he wanted to stick around long enough to find out, of course. He vaguely wondered if anyone would be able to hear him if he screamed.

Rose mocked offense, one hand reaching at her chest.

"Karkat, do you not trust us?"

She turned to Terezi, pouting.

"Terezi, you’re only supposed to bring back the cool ones, why do you keep finding these cowardly guys!"

She crossed her arms, frowning deeply,

"I can’t believe you."

She huffed and turned away, arms crossed over her chest.

Terezi dropped her hands to her sides and unraveled one hand, letting the end of the blindfold to fall to the floor. She gave Karkat a disappointed look and looked over to Rose. "I’m sorry, he seemed so cool! I didn’t know that he would turn out to be a loser. He had such promise, I’m sorry he turned into such a letdown."

She sighed and let her head droop slightly. Of course this was all an act, and she was not prepared to let this go so easily. She had a few strategies for getting Karkat to agreed, including but not limited to belittlement, guilt, manipulation via implications of sexual favors, and of course holding him against his will.

She had not yet begun to fight.

"Sorry ladies, I hate to disappoint, but being blindfolded and letting three girls have their way with me was not what I had in mind tonight. Maybe on a Friday night or Saturday night, instead. Make sure to send me proper notice, so I can shave and get my things in order." He flashed a too-big, sarcastic grin as he moved to pick up his bag.

"It's been fun, really. I'm sure this won't be the last you see of me, though, so maybe Dragon Cascade another time."

More like never. Not if he had anything to say about it.

And by say, he meant drop out of this school and go to that local Catholic school his dad had threatened him with back at home.

#trappedintomes #masterdebateur

Terezi ==> Invade Someone's Personal Space

Karkat watched as the two whispered back and forth, growing increasingly uncomfortable with each fleeting glance toward him and quiet snicker or held back smile. He crossed his arms against his chest, crossed one leg over its opposite, and leaned back against the desk to watch them.

After some time, he cleared his throat, making sure that he was loud enough to be considered theatrical.

"So, are you two just going to sit there and giggle to each other? Should I leave and give you some privacy? Or are you ready to let me back into the conversation?"

Rose’s eyebrow twitched and she couldn’t help but grin.

"I have an idea. Play along."

"It’s decided then." she said out loud and she glanced towards Karkat, face completely straight.

Rose got up and away from Terezi, instantly missing her heat, and she circled Karkat, watching him intently.

"You must join us in a ceremony…A rite of passage, if you will."

She cleared her throat.

"Everyone in our…Extensive friend group has done this. Right, Terezi?"

She turned back to her, nodding.

"The Dragon Cascade."

She turned to Karkat.

"It is a very dangerous ritual but it’s rewards are great. Of course, as long as you trust us it will be fine."

Terezi crossed her arms and watched Rose circle Karkat like some sort of helpless prey with a grin sprawled across her face. Her eyebrows quirked up at the new development that Rose had engineered in the past few moments.

"The Dragon Cascade, Rose? Are you sure he’s ready for the Dragon Cascade? I’ll trust your judgement if you think the time is right.” She didn’t have a fucking clue what Rose meant by this, but she was prepared to go with it for the promised level of entertainment.

"Oh, of course. Only the most worthy can brave the trials and make it through the fire and into the league on the other side." The fire was, of course, metaphorical, and representative of the aforementioned trials. Terezi started to connect the dots and jumped off of the bed to get some things out of the closet.

From the closet she produced the familiar bulging sack, and a long red scarf that she had never found a chance to use until now. She left the bag on the floor the the moment and turned to look at Karkat with the scarf stretched between her fists, the most devious of devious grins plastered across her lips.

"I hope you’re ready for this, Degrassi. Greater men and women than you have failed where you hope to succeed."

At the sight of the blindfold-like apparatus, Karkat stood a bit too quickly.

"I never agreed to whatever the fuck this "Dragon Cascade" is, so why're you so quick to take out that shit?!" he said a bit too defensively, glancing helplessly and longingly toward the door.

From the hints these two girls had dropped so far, he had a feeling there were probably sex toys in that bag. Or something devious in nature, at the very least.

Not that he wanted to stick around long enough to find out, of course. He vaguely wondered if anyone would be able to hear him if he screamed.

#trappedintomes #masterdebateur

airbornesummoner

Carver ==> Follow Up on the Administration's Concerns

"I have a feeling half the shit you’ve told me about already, you probably shouldn’t have." He pointed out with a grin, watching as Carver shuffled about and cleaned.

"You keep mentioning the military. How the hell did you get away with half the shit you’ve said if you were in the military? I thought they were strict about drugs and drinking and all that good crap."

Or maybe he wasn’t in the military. Maybe he was in some mafia mob or something and he had to say military to cover it up. What better did Karkat know?

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He looked over at Karkat with a confused look on his face that quickly shifted to realization and he chuckled nervously. "Oh, uh…yeah, I should probably think about this kind of stuff before I say it. Just, uh, don’t mention it to anyone, all right?" He shook his head and shook the thought by tossing some clothes off to the side.

"Uh, yeah, they kind of stop eyeing you so closely when you make officer. At that point you become the one that makes sure everyone else stays in line. I’m not proud of my conduct, but here I am nonetheless." Of all the stupid shit he’s let slip so far, he wasn’t about to volunteer his drug addiction. No sir.

"Sounds like a gamble to me. But whatever. I guess you're one of those guys who likes to live life on the edge, or whatever that bullcrap is."

Karkat personally had little to no interest in drugs. Not that hearing about other people's interest in them wasn't amusing, to say the least. But Carver didn't really look like one of those druggie types, anyway. The kind that you glance at and you automatically know what they've tried, and what they're still on.

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Terezi ==> Invade Someone's Personal Space

"This is getting absolutely disturbing. I’m not even sure if I feel safe anymore." He managed to joke without cracking a smile. He was sure these two were fluent in sarcasm, however.

"I think you two have more kinks than you’d like to admit. Stop trying to channel them onto me. I need an adult."

Rose chuckled darkly.

"Oh, Degrassi, you have no idea."

She turned to whisper into Terezi’s ear, as low as she could to insure Karkat wouldn’t hear her.

"Look suspicious so we can keep freaking him out."

She paused to look back at Karkat, eyes narrowed, before returning to whispering at Terezi.

"Also, your chest looks great in that shirt."

"Oh, boy you need an adult? Is that an age difference kink you’ve got showing there…?" She trailed off when Rose started whispering in her ear. She picked up the hint and looked away from Karkat slowly while biting her lip to give the impression that she was hiding a smile.

She kept glancing back and forth between Rose and Karkat as Rose whispered to her about nothing in particular and pretended to stifle a laugh as she turned to whisper in Rose’s ear. "I think we’ve got him on the ropes."

At the last thing she said she nudged Rose lightly and leaned back in to whisper something else to her. "You’re so bad. If you play your cards right, once this kid gets out of here I’ll be sure you get a much better view." She punctuated that with a light lick to Rose’s earlobe, making sure that it was out of Karkat’s view.

Karkat watched as the two whispered back and forth, growing increasingly uncomfortable with each fleeting glance toward him and quiet snicker or held back smile. He crossed his arms against his chest, crossed one leg over its opposite, and leaned back against the desk to watch them.

After some time, he cleared his throat, making sure that he was loud enough to be considered theatrical.

"So, are you two just going to sit there and giggle to each other? Should I leave and give you some privacy? Or are you ready to let me back into the conversation?"

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