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@mugjustice-blog
wwwwhat nowwww
mugjusticeâ:
believe it or not
i didnât get hurt because of you
it wwwwas because i wwwwasnât being as mmmmindful as i should have been
{Youâll try your damnedest not to make the same mistake again.}
{You nod at Polypa and she goes out first to make sure your sorry asses wonât die upon stepping foot out of the door. You grimace when Tagora applies the pressure to your injuries, but get moving as soon as youâre told to do so.}
{Soon enough, your on your way, smacking zombies away with an oar. The hardest part is getting off of the now infested beach.}
are you holding up, gorjek
[ He stopped for a moment to roll his sleeves up, and use his forearms to apply pressure. Albeit, itâs lazy, heâd claim itâll help. ]
Thatâs just you trying to tell me that to make me not worry.
Which, I can see through.
Also, no.
Iâm dead, Tyzias. I died ten sweeps ago.
*_________
wwwwowwww, shit
if i wwwwould have knowwwwn about your death status, i wwwwould have sent out a boat for you
are you even ten swwwweeps old
{You sigh and stop to smack another zombie away. Youâre slow and the pain that moving causes is excruciating, but you keep heading forward.}
do you think this sort of thing is going to start happening every fewwww mmmmonths
should wwwwe look into self defense training
@expensiveknives
{Youâre tired.}
{No, tired isnât the right word. Youâre exhausted.}
{You donât know how long youâve been at this. You barely even know where you are anymore. You stab another of the humanoid creatures in the thinkpan with your gifted sword and continue movingâcontinue searching. Stelsa has to be somewhere. Sheâs looking for you so she has to be around.
You donât let yourself think too much about it.
She left because you took too long. But sheâs strong. She can take care of herself.
You trip on a discarded corpse and catch yourself. It happens just in time for you to get a glimpse of a familiar form.
You steel yourself and rush over, stabbing one of Polypaâs assailants and swinging it around to use as a shield from another. The motion is clumsyâit highlights your lack of experienceâbut it works. Youâre able to topple them over each other, retrieve your sword, and put the second one out of its undead misery. You turn back to your companion just as she finishes off her two. She looks as bad off as youâcovered in blood, wounds, and grime--just as tired, too.}
hey
long timmmme no see
{You rifle through your bag and toss her a roll of bandages, the ghost of a smile grazing your expression.}
start was just doodleâŠ
tagor-gorâ:
Donât get the wrong idea!
I just donât want my ignorance to accumulate a body count.
Now.
[ He stood himself and prepared his vest. ]
Sounds fine, I will go with literally anything you come up with, because I cannot lead you anywhere if Iâm supposed to be putting pressure on your back.
*_________
believe it or not
i didnât get hurt because of you
it wwwwas because i wwwwasnât being as mmmmindful as i should have been
{Youâll try your damnedest not to make the same mistake again.}
{You nod at Polypa and she goes out first to make sure your sorry asses wonât die upon stepping foot out of the door. You grimace when Tagora applies the pressure to your injuries, but get moving as soon as youâre told to do so.}
{Soon enough, your on your way, smacking zombies away with an oar. The hardest part is getting off of the now infested beach.}
are you holding up, gorjek
tagor-gorâ:
(You so owe me for this.)
[ He sighed softly and unbuttoned his vest. ]
In order to get it to stop, Iâm going to have to apply pressure, so justâŠ
[ Tagora folded it in half. ]
You lead and Iâll press this against your back while we walk, it should stop the bleeding by the time we get to my hive.
Canât say Iâm super stoked about getting blood on my hands. But whatever.
*_________
{Oh.}
{You canât say you expected that idea. You canât say you ever expected Tagora to come up with a solution like that. Polypa hasnât found any better things to use, though, not even a beach towel.}
alright
thank you
{Itâll also keep you and Tagora together, making you easier for Polypa to keep track of--and keep your hands free to help with the zombie situation when you can.}
{You put your shirt and sweater back on. You can at least give him extra layers to protect against him getting blood on himself.
Then you pull yourself to your feet and look around for a makeshift weapon. The best you find is a metal oar, which will work fine.}
wwwwe can stop at mmmmy hive on the wwwway
itâs half wwwway there
so i can patch mmmmyself up a little, wwwwe can grab supplies, and you can wwwwash your hands
iâll help keep the undead awwwway as wwwwe go
tagor-gorâ:
[ He was about to smack her in jest. But, then she mentioned something about an injury, and he refrained from his playful tactic. ]
Where are you hurt? Let me see.
[ He made grabby hands, he was no medic, but he knew the most basic of procedures. ]
Is it in an awkward spot?
*_________
mmmmostly mmmmy back
{You turn to show him, your once white shirt soaked through with teal, before removing your shirt altogether. Youâll put it back on, of course, but you need to bandage this shit somehow first.}
i can mmmmake it to fib
i just need sommmmething to slowwww the bleeding
mugjusticeâ:
{Thereâs a slight delay in your next texts, as a bunch of shit happened really fast, including but not limited to you gaining some fucking gnarly gashes by a hunter cat. But she doesnât need to know about that right now. She can get mad at you later.}
TO: stelsa FROM: tyzias
[txt] good [txt] thank you [txt] i love you too [txt] iâll keep you updated as often as i can [txt] and iâll pass your mmmmessage to sore-gor
{That poor dude.}
It has been exactly one hour since your last text from Tyzias. And sheâs not here yet. Youâve cleaned every molecule of dust from the living room and have spent the rest of the time furiously pacing around. You pull out your phone. No new messages.Â
To: ZIZI From: STELSA
[txt] TIMES UP GIVE ME AN UPDATE OR IM HEADED OUT TO FIND YOU [txt] IM SERIOUS THIS TIME DARLING IM WORRIED [txt] WORRIED SICK IN FACT [txt] PLEASE ANWSER ME [txt] MY COAT IS ON [txt] IM HEADED TO THE DOOR [txt] TURNING THE DOOR KNOB [txt] DAMN IT ZIZI I TOLD YOU TO STAY SAFE IF YOU GET THIS FIND SOMEWHERE TO HIDE OUT ILL FIND YOU WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH THISÂ
You push back the feelings of despair and worry. Youâre going to find her, and sheâs going to be okay. Everything will be just fine.Â
{It is between these two points that a bunch of stuff happens. You leave the shack and start heading to fib, and you donât really get much of a chance to text Stelsa again until after Polypa goes her separate way. You occasionally sent her small texts reassuring her that youâre fine, but some time after Karkat contacts you your phone gets possessed by a ghost and the tldr is that it eats shit.
You donât get to explain to her that youâre making your way more slowly because you canât not help people when you find them or because you canât move as quickly as consistently with your back mangled like it is. You donât even get to update her when you reach Cotes (the landlines are jammed, Tagoraâs battery fucking died).
You just have to keep going. You just have to hope that sheâs patient and stays put and waits for you.}
{Eventually you make it to Fib and drop Tagora off at his hive--you figure heâd be more comfortable there--and head to Stelsaâs.}
{But sheâs not there.}
{You took too long.}
{You should have moved faster.}
{You turn on your heels but grimace before you even step foot back outside. You need to properly dress your wounds first. You canât help either of you if you collapse.
So, reluctantly, you take the time to do that. Then you grab your sword and head back out.}
tagor-gorâ:
TO: Are you mocking me?
FROM: Cease immediately.
[txt]: Excuse me, you canât tell a performer to just stop!
[ He was mostly being sarcastic. But, if there was one thing Tagora was good at, it was quietly getting away. He was already good at quietly sneaking up on someone and trying to swindle them. So this was similar. ]
[ Tagora piped right down, and backed up, now breaking for the mentioned shed. Running in sand is easier said than done, but, he did it. ]
[txt]:âŠ
[txt]: now what????
[txt]: *_________
TO: yeah, kinda FROM: nah, you deserve it
[txt] wwwwait for us
{He doesnât have to wait too long before you and Polypa break away from the horde and are able to slip in. You immediately slink to the ground, finally letting the pain from your injuries catch up with you. God it fucking hurts. But you know even here you canât relax for long. You pull yourself together after a few moments of catching your breathe, and take off your unharmed sweater to feel the bleeding mess that is your back.}
gorjek
iâmmmm glad you didnât get eaten
do you see anything that could temmmmporarily patch a wwwwound
creatageneticistâ:
âă You donât text for quite some time, because, it was around this point in the conversation that you realize your stupidity might begin to have a body count. Enough time has passed that, you are once again worried.ă
TXT @ TYZIASÂ
CG: ARE YOU STILL OKAY? CG: P.S. IâM FUCKING DEAD, BECAUSE THAT WEAK ASS BURN KILLED ME. I JUST DROPPED DEAD DOWN ON THE PAVEMENT, PHONE IN MY TIRED HANDS. I LOOKED UP TO POLYPA WITH MY GLASSY EYES AND ISSUED A WARNING CG: THE MUG JUSTICE CAME CG: AND LEFT FUCKING DEVASTATION IN HER WAKE CG: TREAD FUCKING CAREFULLY OR YOUâLL BE NEXT CG: NATURALLY I AM KIDDING, AND COMPLETELY UNAFFECTED. AT LEAST WHEN I MAKE SOMEONE SPEND TEN MINUTES READING MY BULLSHIT RANTS THEY ARENâT STUCK ON IâMMM AND KNOWWWW FOR MOST OF THEM. IâM COVERING GROUND HERE! ALL OF THE FUCKING GROUND. THE BODIES ARE SERENDIPIDOUSLY HITTING THE PAVEMENT AS I ILLUSTRATE A FULL SCENE IN GUT LURCHING DETAIL. SOME DEAD POET IS GETTING HIS ZOMBIE JOLLIES OFF RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK. CG: ANYWAY CG: SAY HI IF YOUâRE ALIVE CG: PLEASE
TO: karkat FROM: tyzias
[txt] still alive [txt] still mmmmaking mmmmy wwwway through [txt] stopping in cotes for a real wwwweapon, gorsefâs as useless as ever [txt] add an apology to polypa for mmmme [txt] for killing you [txt] wwwwhile sheâs probably been trying pretty hard to keep your ass alive [txt] next festival iâll send a boat to the sea for your dead, long-wwwwinded self [txt] but youâre right, no oneâs stuck on single wwwwords in your rants [txt] theyâre stuck trying to figure out your point [txt] =:p
auditerrorizingâ:
You have your coat on, battle face on, and are about to head out the door when your phone buzzes again. You already know that itâs Tyzias telling you to stay put. You take a deep breath.Â
To: ZIZI From:STELSA
[txt] ALRIGHT ILL STAY PUT BUT IF YOURE NOT HERE WITHIN THE HOUR IM GOING OUT REGARDLESS OF WHO YOUR WITH OR WHOSE SORRY ASS YOURE SAVING CAUSE YOURE A BADASS PLEASE KEEP ME UPDATED OKAY DARLING I DONT KNOW WHATS GOING ON BUT IM WORRIED ABOUT YOU PLEASE BE SAFE [txt] IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU TELL TAGORA I WILL PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE SO HARD HE WONT KNOW WHAT AN INVOICE IS ANYMORE [txt] I LOVE YOU
You tuck the phone back into your pocket and commence steadily pacing around the house, cleaning anything with even a speck of dust, just trying to stay occupied. Itâs torture.Â
{Thereâs a slight delay in your next texts, as a bunch of shit happened really fast, including but not limited to you gaining some fucking gnarly gashes by a hunter cat. But she doesnât need to know about that right now. She can get mad at you later.}
TO: stelsa FROM: tyzias
[txt] good [txt] thank you [txt] i love you too [txt] iâll keep you updated as often as i can [txt] and iâll pass your mmmmessage to sore-gor
{That poor dude.}
expensiveknivesâ:
[You jump up the moment the water began to move unnaturally, launching yourself at one of the shamblers the moment it got close, one strong kick sending it back into the water as you fell back down, one claw digging into the sand below to lift up a rock. With one swift motion you brought it down on the next one that came up to reach towards Tyzias. But as more started to emerge you backed up onto the shore, standing in front of the other troll and poised to fight.]
look behind us * tell me if thereâs a way out * and then the direction * iâve got your back *|
[You are strung so tightly you barely noticed her stalking out of the water. She is nearly invisible as she glowed in the moonlight, half-rotted but still stark white. One of her ears was chewed off, but the other one twitched and honed in on your position. A predatory cat, looking much like a lynx, most of her fluffy white fur gone and revealing stark muscle under there. She was poised much in the same way you were, to the onlooker, and you didnât move from your position as your eyes went wide.]
what? *|
[Is all your can manage. It was your lusus.]
{Polypa jumps to action without skipping a beat, already swiftly taking out a few of the undead monsters. She smashes one as it reaches for you while youâre still too shell-shocked to react and youâre thankful.
Sheâs good at this. She seems agile, nimble, her reflexes and fighting skills honed. Youâre not surprised--you imagine surviving Alternia as an orphan isnât terribly easy--but you are still impressed. You are once more grateful sheâs the one you found on this beach.}
{You donât get to gawk for long, though. Sheâs giving you directions. You shake yourself out of it and start looking around.}
theyâre still mmmmaking their wwwway up the beach
up and to the right is the clearest path right nowwww--
{Once you assessed the situation, you quickly whipped out your phone while you spoke to text Stelsa and Tagora to tell them to stay inside. Stelsaâs are fast enough, but you only manage to send Tagora one message before the surprised sound Polypa lets out makes you turn back.}
fuck
{Before you even see the cat, you see the ghost. You quickly take off your sweater to try fanning it away from you and your companion, but it doesnât work. Instead it flies into your sweater. Thankfully, upon then trying to whack the flying sweater with your mug and consequently dumping water on it, the ghost finally fucks off.}
{itâs around this time that you notice the stand-off. You know whatâs going on immediately upon seeing the white creature.}
quick, polypa
this wwwway
wwwwe need better ground
creatageneticistâ:
TXT @ TYZIAS CG: OKAY CG: I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE BECAUSE CG: WELL YOU KNOW CG: ALSO KEEP ACTUALLY STAYING ALIVE??? WHERE ARE YOU NOW? ARE YOU SAFE? CG: ALSO ALSO HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU YOUR QUIRK IS LITERALLY THE WORST? IT TOOK ME LIKE THREE MINUTES TO READ THAT. MEANWHILE POLYPA IS PROBABLY LOOKING AT ME LIKE HEY DUMBASS, THERE ARE FUCKING ZOMBIES. MAYBE MOVE. OH MY GOD ARE YOU STILL READING? IS THAT A NEWS ARTICLE? WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG? CG: ITâS LIKE CG: I HAD A FRIEND WITH A QUIRK LIKE THAT ONCE CG: AND READING PESTERLOGS WITH HIM WAS LIKE PULLING MY TEETH OUT CG: THIS IS LIKE PULLING MY TEETH OUT, WITH MY LEGS, BECAUSE I LOST BOTH OF MY ARMS IN A TRAGIC FREAK LAWN REFURBISHING ACCIDENT, AND HOARDE THEM IN A CHEST LIKE SOME GREMLIN WITH A SHIT EATING GRIN LIKE. CG: YEAH I DO EVERYTHING WITH MY FEET WHAT ABOUT IT? CG: ANYWAY LIKE I SAID PLEASE DONâT DIE. CG: DEAD TYZIASâ ARE WORSE THAN FEET GREMLINS. CG: IS STELSA OKAY? CG: WHAT ABOUT GORGOL CG: GORSEF CG: OH GOD TAGORGI? CG: WHOâS DEAD CG: IS ANYBODY DEADÂ
TO: karkat FROM: tyzias
[txt] mmmm, yeah [txt] did you timmmme howwww long it took you to type that, because it mmmmight be the real source of any dummmmbass assessemmmment [txt] also [txt] least i can burn sommmmeone in under ten wwwwords
{You take a nice sip of your water and stab another zombie, losing your random object weapon in the process. It takes you less than a minute to find a replacement.}
[txt] iâmmmm heading towwwwards fib [txt] i told stelsa to stay in her hive [txt] gorsefâs wwwwith mmmme [txt] i donât knowwww if anyoneâs dead yet [txt] i'll try mmmmy best to stay alive [txt] you do the sammmme
creatageneticistâ:
@mugjustice
âă You open up your phone, in the middle of a zombie infestation. Itâs fine.ă
TXT @Â TYZIASÂ CG: SO HEY OUT OF CURIOUSITY. CG: ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN, ONE BEING LEAST, AND TEN BEING MOST. HOW LIKELY DO YOU THINK IT IS FOR POLYPA TO CULL A MUTANT. ON THAT SAME SCALE, HOW MUCH WOULD YOU RECCOMEND A MUTANT WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE CURRENTLY BLEEDING TO TALK TO POLYPA.Â
CG: THESE ARE OF COURSE COMPLETELY RANDOM QUESTIONS, AND NOT ALL RELATED TO ANYONE YOU KNOW SPECIFICALLY. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY JUST A QUESTION TO TITILLATE THE MIND, A QUERY BETWEEN FRIENDS.
CG: ALSO ARE YOU DEAD OH GOD I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT THATÂ CG: PLEASE DONâT BE DEADÂ CG: GOD SEND ME AN EMOJI AT LEASTÂ
{Your phone bzzzts while youâre carefully making your way to Fibonacci, dragging Tagoraâs sorry ass with you. Polypa went her separate way a little while ago to better handle her lusus so youâre on your own now. Youâre worried about her, especially having to fight her own lusus, but after seeing her fight you know she can handle herself.Â
You swing the random object you found at another zombie to shove them out of your space and look at your phone, expecting it to be more worried texts from Stelsa.}
{Itâs not.}
TO: karkat FROM: tyzias
[txt] iâmmmm alive, mmmmostly [txt] as for your very specific question [txt] iâd say about 2/10, probably unlikely to cull [txt] i wwwwould recommmmmmmmend talking to her [txt] she is mmmmost of the reason iâmmmm still alive
tagor-gorâ:
TO: The smartest person I know
FROM: Idiorjek
[txt]: YOUâLL HEAR MY SCREAMING.
[txt]: *_________
[ And he is screaming, very loudly. Heâs just going to attract more to him if he keeps that up. ]
TO: idiorjek FROM: the smmmmartest person he knowwwws
[txt] yeah [txt] i hear you [txt] nowwww stop screammmming, youâre attracting mmmmore
{Polypa looks like sheâs handling herself well--okay, sheâs looked like that since this started. Sheâs pretty badass, honestly. Not that youâre surprised, considering how hard she probably had to work to survive, but youâre still really impressed (and thankful).
That said, you donât really want to leave her alone to fend off what you can only guess is her lusus by herself. Youâre not terribly helpful, but you would be less helpful if you ran off into a hoard of zombies that trying to eat your other friend. Instead, you whack another shambling corpse away from your vicinity with the shitty umbrella you snatched up.}
[txt] run as quietly as you physically can to that shack to your right [txt] shove your vest in your mmmmouth if you have to
{You convey the half-baked plan to Polypa, too. It will hopefully at least give you all a chance to regroup.}
auditerrorizingâ:
To: ZIZIÂ From: STELSA
[txt] IS THERE SOMETHING GOING ON IM HOME RIGHT NOW ZIZI WHATS GOING ON WHERE ARE YOU IF YOU DONT SHOW UP IN THE NEXT FIVE TICKS IM GOING TO COME FIND YOU AT LEAST LET ME KNOW YOURE OKAY YOU ARE OKAY RIGHTÂ [txt] IM SERIOUS YOU BETTER BE OKAY DARLING DO I NEED TO PUNCH SOMEONE ILL PUNCH THEM ZIZI WHATS HAPPENING [txt] WHERE ARE YOU IM GOING TO LOOK FOR YOUÂ
TO: stels FROM: tyzias
[txt] no [txt] stay wwwwhere you are [txt] iâmmmm fine, iâmmmm wwwwith polypa [txt] iâll be hommmme as soon as i can [txt] tagora didnât listen to mmmmy wwwwarning so i have to retrieve his stupid fucking ass first
tagor-gorâ:
TO: WHY AM I SUDDENLY BEING AMBUSHED
FROM: BEING AMBUSHED
[txt]: I AM SURROUNDED.
[txt]: I NEED HELP.Â
[txt]: THE BEACH CHAIR SUBDUED ONE
[txt]: WHY DID YOU LET ME DO THIS?
[txt]: *_________
[whoopâŠthere it is.]
TO: an idiot FROM: wwwwhy do i bother
[txt] yeah, iâmmmm not taking the blammmme for this one [txt] i literally couldnât physically stop you [txt] i also have to get hommmme before stels followwwws your exammmmple [txt] wwwwhere are you