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CONGRATULATIONS ON FINDING YOUR WAY HERE. IT MEANS YOU HAVE THE MENTAL CAPACITY OF A FUCKING SANDWORM AND YOU ARE AT LEAST MENTALLY COMPETENT ENOUGH TO OPERATE THOSE FAT SAUSAGE LEGS OF YOURS TO NAVIGATE OVER TO MY HIVE. NOW WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT? Affiliated with Pandora's Box. In Housing I1.

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>John: Be Confused. [Open]

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“I was only asking, geez.” He said and then adopted a thoughtful look, “So, we were both doing nothing in particular,” he paused for a moment, “Yeah, I don’t see any connection.”

“Wait a second,” John said, waving his arms slightly, “Quadrant filling? Does that mean Rose and Dave have alien boyfriends and girlfriends?”

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"Look, I don't know for certain, but I think Lalonde and Kanaya are dating and--" Karkat's expression shifted just a little as he said the next part. "--Terezi and Strider are definitely dating. So much goddamned redrom, I had seen this coming from a mile away."

Karkat growled.

"Why is this important?"

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((Wow so I feel bad about my general sort of inactivity besides one or two replies here and there, so I'll be answering a bunch of opens soon.

If anyone wants to thread with Karkat let me know. He's all bark and no bite I promise.))

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>John: Be Confused. [Open]

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John ignored the glare being directed his way and instead adopted a most serious look. 

“I was on the boat, looking for Dave sprite. Why is that important?” he asked, then added, “What were you doing?”

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"It's important because I need to know if there are any similarities between what we had been doing before we were fucking spirited away to the middle of nowhere!"

He scowled.

"What do you think I was doing? I was just on that stupid goddamned meteor trying not to eviscerate my own think-pan with my sickle due to all the quadrant filling going on. And I'm just telling you, this is why nothing ever gets done, because no one ever makes the effort to think of things!"

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Frustrations of a Crustacean [Intro/Open]

[terminallyclownish]

Gamzee gave a low chuckle, draping his arm back around Karkat’s shoulders and lightly ruffling his hair, careful to avoid his horns. 

“Gotta stop getting your worry on, best friend. They’re gonna be right as can be, you’ll see.”

Truthfully, he wasn’t nearly as sure as he sounded. He hoped they would be, because if they weren’t then it’d just crush Karkat, and that’d crush him. And he couldn’t trust that pandead idiot of an ancestor of his to not royally fuck everything up without his guidance. 

But him worrying wouldn’t help Karkat any. Especially not with what he was worrying over. He just grinned lazily, every inch the laid back adict he used to be. Except the change of his tone since then, but he could never muster the effort to fake it. 

“Right on, bro. That’s all a motherfucker wants.” He gave another quiet laugh. “And man, there’s all being some motherfuckers what needs some leadership on ‘em.”

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Karkat's expression was filled with fifty different shades of "hell no" as Gamzee playfully ruffled his hair. His hands were positioned as if he was going to rip Gamzee's grip off of him, but he didn't.

But oh God, it crossed his mind that the clown could snap his neck like a twig right now.

"I don't even know what the hell you're saying sometimes," he continued to grouch in his usual crabby fashion. "But I guess I should be thanking you."

He shoved his hands really deep into his pockets, shoulders hunched.

"There's really nothing we can do right now and it's driving me fucking crazy."

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Frustrations of a Crustacean [Intro/Open]

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The Sufferer nodded slowly as he processed more information about this game that was apparently a fucking big deal because everything seemed to be related to it.

“OKAY BUT UM, WHAT’S A SEER?”

Was that another game related thing? It had to be, you certainly did not know what a seer was nor why you were one. You were a seer? Did you get cool powers from that or what? And how did you even know that? The Sufferer was rather confused in that regard. Of course it had to be related to the game and the game was related to his visions was that had something to do with being a seer, the Sufferer got that but he did not get what exactly a seer was. What did they see? The past? The future? Some alternate version of the trolls they know? It was confusing.

The next part was not so confusing, just mildly horrifying more than anything else. The Sufferer’s face was a cross between complete and utter bewilderment and ‘where is the nearest thing that I can punch’. The highbloods CODDLED the lowbloods?

“THE FUCK?”

The Sufferer, eloquent as always.

“HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK? HOW DOES THAT IDEA EVEN GET INSTITUTED? WHY DID THEY CODDLE THEM? WAS THAT WHAT THEY DID INSTEAD OF CULLING?”

It was some sort of sick joke in the Sufferer’s mind though he had no doubt that Karkat was telling the truth. So instead of highbloods culling low bloods they looked after them but looked after them a little too much? That made no sense whatsoever and it was very disturbing for someone who was used to the very violent ways of Alternia. But it did not sound any better, there always needed to be a middle line in everything, moderation was key and this did not sound like moderation at all.

The Sufferer was still trying to process all of this when Karkat spoke again. He did not know who Doc Scratch was but he could understand the rest.

“SO THE TROLLS FROM ANOTHER TIMELINE, UM THE ONES YOU TALKED ABOUT. THEY PLAYED THE GAME FIRST AND DID NOT WIN AND THEN WHAT? HOW DOES THAT AFFECT THIS ALTERNIA?”

The Sufferer was assuming that there was a timeline element that he was missing here.

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Seers were fucking longwinded snobby assholes who always acted like they had all the answers when really they were just seeing answers to problems that didn't even exist yet.

With the exception of Terezi. She was all right.

"Seers are apparently supposed to figure out what the hell everyone is supposed to be doing," he said after a moment of pause. "They're like the force that's supposed to help set the group in the right direction. They get 'visions'."

Usually a passive class, but Rose and Terezi were not content with that.

Karkat growled out, "It's pretty un-fucking-believable, right? Yeah, instead of culling them they apparently took care of them and treated them like they were newborn fresh out of the Mother Grub. That's just what I've heard, but it sounds even more irritating than dealing with self-righteous highblooded bastards back on our world!"

He sighed as he thought about the best way to answer that.

"They were forced to use a method called the Scratch. It's what created the whole new universe--our universe--the one we're in right now, or was, whatever. It created Alternia from Beforus."

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>John: Be Confused. [Open]

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“I am the master hug giver. It is me. And stop being such a douchebag, Karkat, you’re supposed to smile and be happy when you meet your friends.” John said with a smile.

“So what’s the serious business that you wanted to talk about?”

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"WE ARE NOT--" Karkat began to bellow again, but cut himself off and instead glared daggers at the other.

"What were you doing before you found yourself dropped into this sorry excuse for a world?" He decided that John Egbert was not worth the exertion right now.

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Frustrations of a Crustacean [Intro/Open]

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The Sufferer simply nodded slowly, he had decided in that moment that there was no way he wanted to know what the pre scratch version of him was like. He had thought about it but no, he decided that was a piece of information he could live comfortably without.

Thought a reasonable (or at least somewhat reasonable) Empress sounded a lot nicer than the Empress that the Sufferer’s iteration of Alternia was stuck with. Well stuck with was not really fair, the Sufferer was sure that the Condesce was capable of kindness deep down…very, very, VERY deep down…probably.

The Sufferer had to laugh a little at Karkat’s next comment though. That was how he felt for a lot of things- in fact, flipping his shit was something that the Sufferer did very often. Eventually he learnt to control this anger but it had been tough, his mother had helped him a lot but the Sufferer distinctly remembered throwing some tantrums and almost getting into a lot of serious trouble. He’d never flipped his shit at the universe though, but there was always a first time for everything.

“WELL IF IT IS ANY CONSOLATION I AM SURE YOU UNDERSTAND THIS ENTIRE NONSENSE A LOT MORE THAN I DO.”

That was a reassuring comment, right? The Sufferer liked to think so.

Karkat’s next words were more of a shock though. Seeing things from before the Scratch?

“HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?”

How was that possible? No really. The Sufferer did not get it. He had always thought that his visions were of the future, a time that they could achieve if they tried hard enough- but them being from another time line? That was very interesting and somewhat disconcerting. Of course the reason it was disconcerting was because it sounded so right. It made so much sense but the Sufferer was not sure that he was ready to admit it.

“YOU KNOW ABOUT THE HEMOSPECTRUM FROM THIS ALTERNATE TIME LINE? DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ELSE? I- UM-“

It just seemed so odd, coddling the lower classes? That was just- nothing made sense, everything the Sufferer knew was being turned on it’s head and he was so very confused.

“I WONDER WHAT ON EARTH COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO MAKE TWO ITERATIONS OF THE SAME TROLLS AND PLANET SO…UTTERLY DIFFERENT-“

The Sufferer was not expecting an answer. Could you even answer that? The Sufferer did not know, he did not even know how to formulate any questions about this. He paused for a moment then smiled.

“I WONDER WHAT THOSE TROLLS MUST THINK OF OUR VERSIONS OF THEIR SOCIETY…”

He wondered if they were as shocked as he was.

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"If I get it any better, it's because I've been knee-deep in this ridiculous shit for what feels like at least a dozen sweeps," he grouched to himself as he rubbed the back of his head. Still so much to go over.

"I don't know how it's possible, maybe because during the session your pre-Scratch self is in, you were a Seer. I don't even fucking know, you'd be better off asking some other troll with more knowledge on the game."

If he said it wasn't interesting though, he would be lying.

"The hemospectrum in the other timeline is just...The highbloods cater to the lowbloods. Take Alternia's system and give it therapy, but too much of it, because according to the lowbloods they were  getting coddled."

Karkat's expression turned serious.

"You want to know what happened? A First Guardian named Doc Scratch happened. First time around, the trolls weren't prepared for fighting, and now we're practically raised with it in mind."

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>John: Be Confused. [Open]

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“Oh my god, stop being such a shouty fuckface for a second and let me enjoy my hug.”

John held on for a few more seconds, mostly just annoy his crabby friend, before pulling back with a grin.

“Yes, I have.” he said and then felt the need to add, “You are the most awkwardest hugger ever, Karkat. Seriously.”

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"I wasn't aware that you were some kind of fucking expert on the art of giving hugs. I had thought you were an expert on being a naive and gullible fuckass whose crowning achievement of the year so far had been being able to speak coherently without sounding like a complete moron. Silly me!" His tone was so drenched in sarcasm that it was practically dripping.

Karkat huffed, arms crossed over his chest.

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Frustrations of a Crustacean [Intro/Open]

[terminallyclownish]

Still refusing to look in Karkat’s direction, Gamzee managed to look even more awkward than he had. Messed up as he might be, he’d been calmed down enough to know that sort of wanting to kill everyone who’s path you crossed was a bad thing. 

“I know it’s all being the stupidest idea what’s ever up and been, brother. But it’s all like I ain’t got a motherfucking choice in what my pan’s all up and doing.” He made himself look at his moirail, grinning just a little sheepishly. “But, man, you don’t even got to worry. I got all kinds of control on this.” 

He shrugged, then patted Karkat’s shoulder. “Chill, man. They’ll all be fine as all can be. They’re all having two Seers, right, and it ain’t all like they’re motherfucking defenceless as baby quackbeasts.  Just get your settle down on, best friend.”

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Karkat gritted his teeth and finally calmed down, at least, by his standards of the word. The tic stopped twitching in his eye and his furious snarl slid off of his lips.

"All right, fine, I know they'll survive for a while. All of the morons who usually stir up trouble are either dead or--" Here with him.

He rubbed his forehead, fingers touching the bags under his eyes and wow, when had been the last time he had really slept?

Unconsciousness didn't count.

"Look, I'm trusting you, because that's what moirails do. If you say you won't go flipping your shit, I will keep my own shit firmly unflipped. And then I'll worry over one of these other asshats because that's what a leader does," he muttered.

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Turning The Key - Pandora Event [ Ponyo + Vanille + Karkat ]

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At first she thought that she was just seeing things. Well, in all honesty, she didn’t even know if she could even trust her eyesight at the moment. All she could see was those shadow creatures. They just kept popping up. There was no end to it, but at least they weren’t headed toward town. But that didn’t mean that she was any safer than the people in town. Then again, she didn’t know if the people in town were safe or not. These creatures seemed to not let one single human soul go by without actually…Well, she better not think about that. Biting down her bottom lip, she stopped and turned to the creatures behind her as she pointed the rod at them.

Then the little girl that she had met not too long ago spoke up. Well, if she didn’t trust her eyesight before, she definitely had to trust it now, along with her ears. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched the little girl rushing up to her, while being chased by the same creatures that she was running away from. Well, that was just brilliant. Vanille stopped on her track and turned, she raised her rod and pointed the tip at the heartless before summoning forth a wind magic spell.

“Aero!”

She cast the wind spell down upon the creatures and watched as they were blown away from the gust of wind. That seemed to clear her followers, just a tad bit. Vanille then quickly turned her attention to the ones that were chasing after Ponyo. She positioned her rod to point at those heartless before summoning out the same magic spell. The heartless got blown away, leaving Ponyo and her a lot of time to run up to each other. Once she met up with the little girl, she was a little bit out of breath. 

“Ponyo! What are you doing out here?!”

But before she could get a reply from the younger girl, she heard foul language. She frowned at that before turning only to see a pale looking troll. Oh. A troll. How nice. 

Vanille blinked before shaking her head. A troll! First these shadow creatures and now a troll? Not to mention, the troll didn’t even look at all friendly. Well if he had a bad mouth, of course he wouldn’t look friendly. 

The Pulsian placed herself in front of Ponyo before lifting her rod up and pointed it at the troll. Her face became stern. First thing first, protect Ponyo at all cost.

“Stay where you are! Or I’m going to blow you away!”

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Running behind Vanille as she was told, Ponyo looked around her leg to see… oh! One of those grey guys with the weird things on their heads. Ponyo had hoped this one wasn’t as scary as the last one she met. Breaking glasses and tables with all his big words. It was kinda scary!

She heard a bit of scratching behind her, and Ponyo saw more big black thingies coming from behind her and Vanille! Oh no! They wanted to hurt then, Ponyo wondered why. Wasting no time, the small girl used her magic to create a forefield around the grey guy, Vanille and herself. This meant less magic was used to turn Ponyo to a little human girl.

Thankfully, she had enough to turn herself back. It really didn’t take that much magic to make such a small force field though. It was ok— she wasn’t sleepy yet! She watched momentarily as the black monsters scraped against her magic, unable to get in. They weren’t too strong either. Going up to them, Ponyo put on a scary fae and jumped up and down.

“Grrr! Go away dumb monsters go away!”

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Karkat glared at the girls--humans, he guessed, though waitwhattheactualfuck did that girl just make a force field and her face went all weird--

Okay, a human and some other weird human-looking thing.

Just fucking great.

"Hey if you haven't noticed, I'm not the one attacking us here! Point your goddamned weapon at the actual enemies so maybe we'll survive long enough for us to be at each other's throats later!"

He turned and swung his sickle at an advancing Shadow, cleaving it in half as he continued to back up.

His lips curled at the sight. "If there's going to just be an endless swarm of them, we need to get somewhere where we can actually have some kind of territorial advantage so we don't end up going down the protein chutes of these fucking monsters!"

He cleaved another pair, lips set in his permanent snarl.

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you and me baby ain't nothing but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel

"Sure, let's fucking do it."

"And by 'let's fucking do it' I mean, kindly fuck off and never come anywhere near this askbox ever again."

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What do you think of your dancestor, Karkat?

"What do I think of him? What do I think of him?!"

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY HE CAN'T GET IT INTO HIS HEAD THAT HE RAMBLES FOR TOO FUCKING LONG. ANYONE WHO THINKS I'M LONG-WINDED SHOULD TRY TO SURVIVE ONE GODDAMNED HOUR WITH KANKRI AS HE GOES ON AND ON ABOUT HIS TRIGGERS AND ALL OF THAT RIDICULOUS NONSENSE THAT HE FEELS THE NEED TO CONSTANTLY BRING UP AS HE REPRIMANDS EVERYONE'S TINIEST ACTIONS IN THE MOST STICK-STUCK-FAR-UP-HIS-NOOK FASHION KNOWN TO ANY LIFE, INTELLIGENT OR OTHERWISE, IN THIS UNIVERSE IN ANY TIME OR PLACE, NO MATTER IF IT WAS SCRATCHED OR NOT."

"...And it isn't that he isn't interesting in at least some way, I mean he's my ancestor or whatever, but for the love of God, he makes me want to rip my own think pan out and choke myself with it until I'm as blue in the face as Equius. I'd probably die smiling then too because I'd be away from that long-winded douchebag."

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((Oh my God life, why.

I'll be getting to replies very soon I swear it!))

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Turning The Key - Pandora Event [ Ponyo + Vanille + Karkat ]

Out on a plain field. Well, the field wasn’t plain, it was gorgeous but since she had gotten used to it that it had become plain to her. All of this time she been trying to find a way out of Pandora, a way back to Fang, but she couldn’t find it. She was beginning to lose all of her hopes. Not even Lightning could find a way out, so why would she be any different?

Sighing softly to herself, Vanille let her back flopped down on the soft ground beneath her. The sky of Pandora was actually quite beautiful. She hadn’t encountered any rainy day. It had always been sunny. It almost made her miss the rainy days. Almost.

  ‘It’s so nice out here ~’

She thought as she bathed on the nice air of the nature. However, that bliss didn’t last long. There was a sudden shake and she could literally feel the ground shaking. It wasn’t that hard of an impact, but she felt it. Pulling herself up as she looked around the field in a panic. There was something going on here, but she couldn’t figure out what. The shake stopped and she jumped on her feet. She got a feeling that something bad was going to happen, and usually her instincts were mostly correct.

“What the…”

Vanille let out a surprise gasp as she gazed upon the many shadows that were forming in the sky, each of them dropping down on the field in a haste. Combat instinct kicking in and Vanille drew out her rod as she clutched at it in her hands. The shadows on the ground turned into some form of a monster. She couldn’t see a face on any of them, but that wasn’t why she was worried. She knew that she could handle these monsters on her own just fine, but what about those that she met with no ability to fight? Right now, she had her own battle to worry about. 

Fortunately, the monsters seemed to be moving toward the city. Her eyes narrowed at them before she rushed over, her rod readying in her hands to fight them.

“Oh no you don’t!”

She exclaimed before casting out a thunder spell. When the spell collided with one of the monsters, successfully annihilated it, the rest of the monsters stopped their advances and turned to her. Vanille swallowed the small lump in her throat and unconsciously took a step backward. Well, she had planned to protect the city and the innocents. However, she wasn’t planning to actually die in this place. Well, that may have been a little exaggeration there. But the point was still there, nonetheless.

“Well ~” Vanille said with a small nervous smile. “It was nice meeting you all ~ Ciao ~!”

And with that, she turned on her heels and ran away. She could hear the monsters coming after her. Well, at least they weren’t going after the citizens.

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“Oooh, you’re like big ants!” Ponyo said to the cute little heartless. They were a bitch twitchy, but adorable nonetheless. Like a puppy dog! Aww, and they’re glowing eyes we’re so round and cuuute! Ponyo just wanted to hug ‘em! Hey, why not! She took a step closer to one and— WOOSH! She jumped back as one tried to scratch her.

“No, bad thingy! No scratching!” she told it, but more formed from the ground and closed in on the small girl. She was… scared. She hadn’t been this scared since she had gotten lost in the ocean one— she was just a guppy. The little girl took a few more steps back There were 7 of them now, or something— they kept moving! Ponyo wasn’t very good at counting either. The sky grew darker, and the once cute eyes now glowed ominously.

“O-ok, let’s play tag!” Ponyo said, trying to stay brave. ANd an excuse to run away. “You’re in!” she yelled, running in the opposite direction— but she knew they followed.

A small smile grew on her face— hey this wasn’t so bad! Ponyo loved running anyway and— Oh no! More in front of her! She made a sharp left and kept sprinting. Soon, she heard other footsteps— it was Vanille! Yay, the girl with funny air was always so nice to Ponyo. She couldn’t help but laugh— there were more thingies chasing her too!

“These things sure are weird, huh?” she yelled to the other.

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"What the..." 

Karkat stared up at the shadows that were forming, and he watched the monsters as they began their slow but steady encroachment toward the city. He almost thought they were imps, but they weren't built the same.

He drew his sickle and slashed at the first one as it neared him. It exploded in a burst of crescent-shaped bits of shadow, and the troll thought that they weren't anything to worry about.

That was, until he noticed just how many of them there were. It would be impractical to try and attack, and as much as he absolutely loathed the thought, he saw no other option.

He absconded.

As he was fleeing the rather tenacious pack of freaks, he noticed he wasn't the only one running away, which was a little reassuring at least.

And hey...wasn't that a little human?

"Hey, does anyone have any idea just what the fucking is happening here?!" He shouted to the pair of them, and probably anyone else within earshot of his considerably loud voice.

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((I'll get to replies tomorrow.

Sorry, super busy night!))

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Frustrations of a Crustacean [Intro/Open]

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The Sufferer blinked, a confused look on his face. Who was Mindfang? Who was Redglare? Where these trolls who the Sufferer was supposed to know? Obviously not since the smaller version of the Sufferer had just said that they were further in the future. But then how were they other versions of these other trolls that Karkat was talking about? Wow, this time line stuff was even more complicated than the Sufferer had originally thought.

But this was not inspiring a vote of confidence for the Sufferer- everyone was different? What about his loved ones? The Dolorosa? The Psiioniic?…The Disciple?

“…NOTHING AT ALL? LIKE- COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES?”

The Sufferer certainly did not like the sound of this.

“SORRY. IT’S JUST A LITTLE UNNERVING AS A CONCEPT KNOWING THAT YOU AND TROLLS YOU KNOW OR DON’T KNOW FOR THAT MATTER CAN BE SO DIFFERENT IN ANOTHER ITERATION…”

But he had other things to focus on- like this game. sGrub? It sounded so familiar, the entire concept sounded similar- well maybe not it being dug up- how did that work? But the rest of it made sense. The other thing that the Sufferer felt while thinking and hearing about this game was that it was nothing but bad news. It just felt like a terrible idea and the Sufferer- for some reason- was glad that he did not actually know what it was. But he was still confused as to why it was so familiar. Did the other versions of the trolls he knew (or did not know) have something to do with the game? The Sufferer did not see how that fit in with anything…

Anyway, the Sufferer zoned back in to what Karkat was saying about the game and the more he heard, the less he wanted to know about this game. Meteors? Destroying Alternia? Trolls being killed? This sounded SO familiar, something about an explosion- the Sufferer shook his head, it must have been an idea that popped into his head because of the mention of meteors.

What about The Medium? That sounded familiar too- The Sufferer realized that he was being asked a question and zoned back into the conversation once again-

“WELL. I DON’T KNOW- THE METEORS- UM, NO. NOT THAT. THE MEDIUM MAYBE? NO YOU SEE THESE THINGS JUST SOUND FAMILIAR BUT I CERTAINLY DON’T REMEMBER ANYTHING…”

The Sufferer sighed.

“THIS PROBABLY DOES NOT MAKE MUCH SENSE. IT’S JUST THAT I HAVE THESE VISIONS ABOUT A PEACEFUL ALTERNIA WHERE TROLLS DON’T BASE THEIR INTERACTIONS OR SOCIETAL EXPECTATIONS BASED ON THEIR BLOOD COLOUR. BUT FOR SOME REASON, THE GAME SOUNDS FAMILIAR IN TERMS WITH THESE VISIONS. I DON’T KNOW WHY THOUGH-“

Yup, this made little to no sense. It might have sounded like the future but apparently the future was not completely free of the hemospectrum either…

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"Absolutely completely fucking different, at least from the ones that I've met. The pre-Scratch version of the Condescension? She's probably the only one that's even remotely close to the version of her after that universal reset crap. Even then, she at least isn't completely unreasonable. Unless everyone is just holding up some kind of facade, but I don't think so." 

Something about Latula, however, did remind him of Terezi. He'd not be surprised if she turned out to be just as dangerous as Terezi did when she got serious. Aranea wasn't anything like Vriska, but knowing Scorpio trolls, she could be tricking them all from the start. But who the hell knew?

The apology was brushed off. "I don't blame you, the whole concept is making me want to tear my own think pan out and fling it across the room. And here I was thinking that there was no other ways that my shit could be flipped, but it looks like paradox space just loves proving me wrong!"

Karkat crossed his arms again and scowled thoughtfully. He looked down for a while as he thought.

"Well, if you're getting visions of something like that...you're probably seeing Alternia before the Scratch. From what I've heard, the blood caste system was still in place, but the highbloods were expected to help the lowbloods, and any mutations and the weak or whatever were practically coddled."

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With his grin still showing, the priest made the blades of his weapons vanish on the air, as they enter below his cloak one more time. The message was sent, and in case he tried to be a problem it can be easy to deal with.

“If you believe or not, it’s nothing of my concern. I simply ask for respect, as well as some common sense. No matter what, you can’t walk around places simply stomping on ther people’s beliefs and faiths…”

Even with the gentle sound of his words, that macabre aura of the priest merely made it feel like it was no more than a ruse. Perhaps the boy would need a few lessons to shape up, but right now, he had little interest of teaching him. At least, at this rate…

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Well Gog be praised. The guy wasn't trying to stab him anymore! What had that been about anyway? This couldn't be a normal human priest, or he'd eat his own horns.

"I'm not stomping on beliefs," Karkat growled after a moment. "You can believe in whatever you want. I don't care if you think a flying sentient rock created the universe."

He folded his arms.

"Just what kind of God says you can kill things in His name?!" That sounded like a troll deity, not a human one, but who the fuck cared.