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So I bare my skin, and I count my ＳＩＮＳ And I cℓσѕє my e y e s, and I take ιт ιɴ I’m ｂｌｅｅｄｉｎｇ out, I’m bleeding out for you. [Previously crimsonchevalier . Independent rp blog for Karkat Vantas of Homestuck.]

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mehhh

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YOU

WH4T’CH4 GONN4 DO 4BOUT 1T?

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I'M GUNNA...

SIT HERE AND BE ANGRY.

FEAR ME.

FEAR MY WRATH.

[joegbert]

so, how’re you doing?

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I DON'T REALLY KNOW.

I'D BE LYING IF I SAID GOOD BUT I'M NOT DOING AWFUL SO.

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

[ahrensa]

I AM MOURNING

(google her :B)

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THAT'S TOO BAD.

[I DID AND I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHO THE FUCK THAT IS.]

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mehh

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RUD3

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WHO'RE YOU CALLING RUDE?

[joegbert]

oh.

timeline bullshit.

that i know next to nothing about.

but okay.

nice to meet you, karkat.

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NICE TO MEET YOU TOO.

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+ ghostpranksters

[ghostpranksters]

→ “Sooo, you’re like European or something? That’s cool. That might explain the way you look, not that I’m judging or anything. Free world and all, do what you want.” At the sound of New York, John smiled a bit. “Hey, New York? I have a friend who lives up there. She’s someone I’ve met recently and already consider her a friend. Her name’s Rose. She’s great.”

Now, the duo entered the town by now, onto the sidewalk with the luminous streetlights above. 

"Coordinates? Like someone gave you directions? Must’ve used a GPS. Those damn things always end up recalculating and taking you somewhere else instead. Probably how you got lost."

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"...European? Sure."

>You raise an eyebrow at his comment about your appearance. So he actually noticed. Though he still seemed a bit too relaxed about it - Like he's seen other people with horns and yellow scleras. Not to mention red eyes. Maybe he just thought it was a costume or something.

"Lalonde? She's all right, I guess."

>You follow him into the town, and you felt a bit unsettled. You never liked cities. Although you still lived in New York, for whatever reason.

"No, cooridnates as in the ones for a transportilizer. Don't you know what that is?"

>You were pretty sure John had one of those before the game started. But this was a different timeline altogether.

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>Get the fuck online.

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==> You show no signs of remembering anything. Instead your eyes are soft and apologetic. Reaching up, you lightly trace the scratches. D1D 1...?

>You flinch away from her touch, and place your hands on hers.

…

[rivenlibra]

SUR3

TRUTH OR D4R3

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TRUTH.

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→ He hummed in thought. John didn’t have specifics, he just wanted to get a conversation going. So, interlacing his fingers together in a loose hold, the shifted to rest behind his head as he walked a little ahead of Karkat. Now, he allowed gaze to go to almost darkened sky, being welcome by the beautiful moon and streetlights of town.

"Anything, really. Just thought asking could be a start to something."

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"Hm."

>That didn't help much. There was too much you could talk about - Though not much he would believe, most likely. You're just surprised he still hasn't asked about your appearance. 

"...I... I don't really have much to say. I used to live in a place called Alternia up until I... moved to New York. Then one of my friends gave me some coordinates that wound me up here." 

>Well, it wasn't a huge lie. You just didn't include Sburb...So maybe it was a little bigger than you thought. Oh well.

[habaebti-moved]

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bluh

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==> You show no signs of remembering anything. Instead your eyes are soft and apologetic. Reaching up, you lightly trace the scratches. D1D 1...?

>You flinch away from her touch, and place your hands on hers.

…

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3XC3L3NT!

==> You sit up grinning widely.

YOU W4NT TO GO F1RST OR SH4LL 1?

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DO YOU WANT TO?

>You smile, and lean forward.

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Uh. Yeah. I mean.

I guess. I don’t feel 8ad. I think.

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YOU THINK?

THAT'S NOT REALLY REASSURING. 

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YOU KNOW M3 W3LL

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UNFORTUNATELY.

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Crying