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Member of the RED TEAM YoU jUsT gOt To Be GoInG wItH wHaT fEeLs RiGhT aT wHeRe YoUr HeArT's Up In, YoU kNoW? Associated with Zodiakos.

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

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There was silence after Gamzee spoke. It was like… Jade (and her mun) needed a nice little moment to gather in the severity of his mystical and nonchalant words. He was… very odd, but he wasn’t screaming at her and calling her an idiot like Karkat. That was always good!

“Oh, he is huh!!” Jade exclaimed. They were getting somewhere.

This was good.

The all powerful dog tier facepalmed as Gamzee had no clue who she was. Peaking through her fingers past her glasses, she still smiled a bit weakly. “Okay, no problem. I didn’t like to talk about him too much either…. he was always yelling…”

But she didn’t want to insult him. Karkat turned out to be quite the good guy — err, troll, after all!

“Did any of your friends make it here too???” She questioned, unsure of the trolls fate during her little transition here…

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No rush, Gamzee wasn't going anywhere soon. This was a good spot to be enjoying his pie (sup Jasmine). Misunderstanding things was a common denominator here — noooo pressure. Her sudden excitement kinda startled him for a split second, but at least that meant his attention regained focus. At least it was a good sort of excitement, this human must have really liked Karkat. Maybe she was even flush for him...

He was a good troll, and as surprising as this whole thing was, he'd probably just accept that and wish his bestie the best of luck. All those thoughts were dashed as quickly as they found a place in his mind. Apparently she wasn't all that down with him. "Can't really be all about blaming him, he just needs to be seeing more miracles and kick the motherfucking elixer, a chill place would be happening."

"Hell yeah! Everybody's gone with coming and shit." Because sessions worked that way, usually. He might have namedropped John here, but he wasn't sure how much or little impact it would have on her. There were a lot of humans and they all must have been friends. Beautiful.

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john: fly around your new home like a moron.

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yeeeeeeeeah, joking was always good! joking made the—

— wow, this guy laughed too much. it was almost haunting from the way it never ceased, john’s head reeling and his feet stepping back a few times as a precaution. he was never the type to judge, so he was more-so worried about his own life than anything. then again, it was only laughter, right? such a thing was never bad, even if it sounded creepy as all hell. easing up a bit, he finally resumed their conversation about the crabby patty himself.

” haha, i remember you now! it’s all beginning to make sense. “

gamzee sure did seem to like karkat. that was cool, because he liked karkat too! the two of them could bond over their neglecting of his general crankiness. john couldn’t help but think that the pajama-clad troll felt this way about any and everyone. not that his mindset was much different; he tried to give chances to anyone he talked to. even murderous psychopaths.

” i don’t think i’m on a team. maybe with my friends, but we never really made a name up or anything. then again, weren’t we all on the same team after a while? before shit went bananas, i mean. “

he could easily switch shit with gamzee, but john was ignorant to that little problem that occurred anyway. it was a good thing that he was too focused on saving the universe.

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Laughter of the innocent kind, too! What's wrong John? Does the sound of mirth cause you to recoil and experience vomit-enducing pain? Are internal stigmatas bursting open, triggered by the ringleader of the dark carnival's joy? The fact that he was disturbed in the least bit went, you guessed it, over his head. "Oh man, I'm glad as fuck! More gladder than from before that motherfucking funny thing up and got heard!" What was so funny again?

...Bonding though! Gamzee might have been the easiest troll out there to bond with! Bouts of rage and murder aside, he was an excellent listener and proved to be a strong shoulder to cry on on a few occasions (not literally). Sure, there was a disconnect and discussions always had mysterious qualities to them, but he was always willing to hear out just about anything. Anything but ICP.

"Brother, I'm trying but my thinkpan's not respecting the words you're all givin' my ears." At least not being familiar with John meant he was being honest about the team thing — which would be a gay thing to lie about. "The teams were all done up and figured the fuck out between us trolls, since you're making flesh here in this session I gotta welcome you to the motherfucking red team!"

Which most definitely corresponded with the human's blue outfit. But he was a friend of Karkat's and coming upon each other was a product of destiny!miracles. Gamzee would be damned if John wasn't going to be a team mate. And apologetic, since it wasn't really his place to make such important decisions. Highblood status notwithstanding.

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

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The girl was even more confused now. Stupid differences in time and vocabulary. Her eyebrows furrowed downward as she tried to decipher the troll’s odd way of reacting.

“Oh, I guess that’s not very long.” She guessed. But, she couldn’t be for sure. “This is going to sound a bit dumb but… I’m Jade and I think you’re one of Karkat’s friends, right???” Welp, she might as well be blunt and ask about it.

Too bad her chance to ‘see’ or ‘meet’ him in the past was cut short with him being batshit craz and pap shooshed into silence.

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Damn, this girl must have been really old then. He didn't understand the technicalities of humans and aging, but no matter! He'd kick back with her for as long as she'd tolerate him. Old, young, grey, completely transparent, didn't really matter to him. "I guess there's some shit that's been all here and around for so long, other shit's sweeps aren't..." Where was he going with that? Somewhere special. Licking his fingers clean became an incredible distraction.

"I'll be motherfucked! Karkat's all about being my best bro!" Up there with Tavros. There were so many friends to be good with.... But, this was twice now that he was asked that question — which was fine. Being recognized as Karkat's (best) friend was nothing short of heartwarming! Was it his horns that gave it away? Not that he and crabbykins had similar candycorn extentions, in his opinion. Another thing to consider: just how friendly was he with these humans? The troll never cared much for conversing with him, with so many pink monkeys he had to wonder if he was a special outlet for Karkat's tantr— nah, he was totally always like that. Maybe if he were in a better state of mind he'd ask all about their shenanigans (somewhere between not-so-out-of-it and totally sober, because the latter never ended well. Being easily thrown off guard in such a condition...)

"Ain't ever came and mentioned about Jade monkeys, but if you're down with him it's all good." Annnd their conversation went full circle. Everything was good.

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

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It was like some cosmic force was literally trying to make Jade, an optimistic and overly friendly girl, uncomfortable. It wasn’t necessarily that Gamzee was mean or rude to her — that would be quite awful in fact! It was something was unsettling about how he would so calmly eat a pie in such a messy way.

Jade looked at the pie that was oozing with mushed berries and broken crust. The orifice Gamzee had created with his bare hands looked uninviting at best and she felt her stomach churn.

Shaking her head, she forced a smile upon her face. “Oh no! I’m full already and I would hate to take away from your food!!!” She would soon pat her stomach for reference, knowing that she wasn’t feeling the effects of hunger or thirst. Maybe an aftereffect of being a god tier? Who knew.

god why are all these trolls so weird????

He seemed a bit out of it… and she was unsure of the case. Either way, she pushed past it to speak once more. “So…uhm…” Jade stammered around her words, trying to get a clear thought on what to say. “How long have you been here?”

Smooth, Harley.

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Oh, that was fine then. He wasn't prone to forcefeeding or, as aforestated, being offended so easily. If she didn't wanna try it, she didn't have to. Maybe another day, when she was more prepared to experience the miracle within. Involuntary miracles weren't very miraculous anyway, now were they?

He had nothing to say to her decline. In the brief silence, he worked another handful of that goopey fruit filling into his mouth and nearly managed to squash it all in this time. Alas, there were spaces in his finger and his chin had gotten in the way.

Her query didn't come with an instant response. First, it had to come to him that she was speaking to him and not someone else. For whatever reason — do to her refusal — he thought she'd move onto someone else. But could it be she actually wanted to talk to him?! Not to sound like an Eridan... But then her question had to be processed. "Well shit, I've gotta be six solar sweeps still!" Here, here in existence is what he understood. If he had to gauge how long he'd been in Arcadios, not that he even knew of it's name, it would take him forever to come up with anything accurate.

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john: fly around your new home like a moron.

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aw, damn. did he just hurt this guy’s feelings with that joke? he could tell this conversation was going to pain the back of his mind more than the fall into the tomatoes. if it was even possible, the offended tone in his voice made john wince. he could only imagine whatever he was spouting was some kind of lecture about how killing nonbelievers wasn’t cool.

” uh, yeah. i was just joking. the nonbelievers would do better alive, trust me. “

sideglance. this guy’s quirks were beginning to be awfully similar to that of trolls. as he stared in horror at gamzee sniffing at the tomato he collected with his finger, his jaw dropped at the drop of a name. woah, he really was a troll! slap him around for not knowing something he should have caught onto long ago. the sad thing was that the bard part was what caught his attention, not his full name.

” wait!!! you’re karkat’s bestie, right? “

this revelation was just marvelous. he never got to see a troll face-to-face! kind of a bummer that it was one he never talked to beforehand, better yet his first ever. he didn’t linger on the bad parts for long because.. well, the troll kids were here! suck it, jack. seems like someone beat even you. :B

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Oh. Joking was alright. Joking was great, actually, because smiling and laughing were some of the best miracles anyone could ever make. In lieu of this revelation, Gamzee gave a courtesy laugh which lead into something more genuine and he ended up giggle-laughing for span of time that could easily have been considered awkward. He couldn't help it; laughing fell just after hornpiles and unicycles. Right up there with trolling his buddies via husktop.

...Aw, how were his friends doing anyway?  The laughter tapered off as he mulled over this. He only managed to reconnect with a couple in person—trolleson? But figured they were all busy preparing themselves for the tasks ahead, yadda yadda. Complicated things. Gamzee would rather take it easy before things got too serious.

The namedrop brought him back to the present and Gamzee gave a couple harsh blinks. "Fuck yeah! Us two motherfuckers are the tightest bros!" Which in turn meant, this human must have known the papmaster on some level, automatically making the two of them close buddies now.

Friendship was the purest, most infectious disease...

"If you're down with Karkat I'm full on wondering which team you're gonna be in. This is the top best miracle since I got to notice the sun!"

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

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Imagine how wide Jade Harley’s eyes were upon seeing the horned, grey-skinned being infront of her! For such a variety of people she had seen, why had it not crossed her minds that maybe the trolls were here too?

maybe because they’re busy being fuckasses!!!

Okay, but Jade had made amends so that potty mouth was not appreciated nor needed!

The sight of him sloppily eating the pastry made her cringe. It was really messy and almost morbid in some weird way? Jade perked a thin eyebrow upwards. He was strange and … maybe he wasn’t even a troll? He did seem a bit familiar and Jade was too busy opening the gateway for John to toss his letter in to get a good glance at the trolls herself!

“That’s good but uhm… maybe you should use a spoon or something!” Did they have spoons here? Or did he even know what a spoon was…

“You’re getting stuff all over your… pajamas…”

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Butthurt at her reaction to him? Nah. She was probably taken aback by how killer his facepaint was (no pun intended idk) or, he'd probably think along those terms if her expression meant anything to the perpetually dazed troll. Cool eyeware there, bro. Sis. It was reminiscent or something he couldn't be assed to think too hard about. Besides, she was speaking to him and it took a lot of willpower to comprehend.

"Nah, I wasn't home making this shit. If you're in with the wicked ideas you gotta be askin' whoever went and organized this motherfucker." 

How nice of her to worry about the state of his clothes, but pie was probably one of the more harmless stains decorating his trademark Capricorn top. Bless the fact that it was black. "Everyone's been getting all up over this place."

"Not down clear on whatever pajamas you were saying, but I got some motherfuckin blue pie right here and I'm all for the sharing." Because making her smile would be the best miracle he could ever transpire. Literally.

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Well, it looks like she wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Then again, she never was to begin with so there wasn’t truly a loss there.

It had been a bit weird trying to navigate her way around — even if the girl had no problem doing so. It was the fact she was without any technology to contact her friends that left a sour taste in the girl’s mouth.

Emerald irises focused on the small walkways that intersected in Polis. It was very intricate and confusing — way too easy to get lost! But, the girl continued down a specific dirt road that passed by primitive stalls filled with sparkling gems, polished swords, and smoked meat.

Everything was so wonderful! The look of curiosity filled her eyes as she watched a warm pie be placed for sale.

“It looks soooo good!!” Jade exclaimed, pipping up with a huge, doofy smile. The young girl cloaked in black with dog tears and ruby red slippers stuck out like a sore thumb, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing in Arcadios.

Stepping backwards, her side would slam into a stranger. Wobbling, she spun a bit to face the person, giving a soft apology and — “Woof!” worst time ever!!!! D:

“Erm — I’m sorry, hehe.”

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"It's all good."

Barking, honking, inappropriately-timed noises weren't really distressing to Gamzee. He didn't even think to ask what she was woofin' about. Everyone had their own little quirks. 

Speaking of quirks, the troll was standing just a foot or so from that stand with a hand buried in a pie with blue-ish purple-ish filling. Eating pies in this session was like playing a non-lethal game of Russian Roulette, and so far he had yet to find one of his coveted sopor-slime filled pastries. Aw. He didn't mind this one's taste — it was warm going down and had an alright smell to it, though most of the pie ended up around his mouth and chin rather than...inside. "I think this motherfucker's about to be all about finding the right slime soon! But it's all good."

Did she even really bump into him? Well, there was nothing else she could have walked into. He just didn't seem to give a crap. She hadn't interfered with his snack or anything, so there wasn't anything to worry about.

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john: fly around your new home like a moron.

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this guy was so weird and creepy, but he was kind of cool. john couldn’t help but laugh at the way he spoke and just his thought process in general. what a crazy dude. deciding it was time to get his ass out of the smushed tomatoes, he forced himself up and stretched out his legs. they were basically asleep or either broken because he didn’t have much feeling down there.

if he didn’t understand a damn thing he had to say, he was just going to have fun with it. nothing wrong with playing along and seeing if it gets anywhere. gamzee also had a funny accent and that made things all the more entertaining.

” oh man, i feel you. death to the nonbelievers! “

just joking, of course. hopefully the other guy knew that, but everything with him was a gamble from what he could tell. he almost wondered if there was a point in giving this horned fellow his name, but there was no harm in trying. with a hand extended — albeit covered in “blood”, heheh — he tried to offer a handshake while grinning. ew, some tomato had gotten in his teeth. disgusting!

” so what’s your name, clown guy? mine’s john egbert! “

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Gamzee didn't feel any sense of urgency with regards to the human's insides. That wouldn't pique his interests unless he was dead, so the fact that he may have broken a bone or ten didn't cross his mind. He seemed to be handling himself well enough anyway.

But his eyebrows nearly shot through the roof—er, sky? Flew off his forehead at the human's words. Like a pair of sunglasses in reverse. Finally something he could comprehend, but it wasn't at all pleasant. He wasn't being felt at all. "Hey, man, everyone's just gotta be flying with what their heart's saying on. If it's a fake thing." Tolerance 101 with Professor Makara, coming to a school near you. Hell no, he didn't take something like that as a joke! At least John got him to express something that wasn't completely accented in playful indifference.

His gaze fell as a colorful hand stretched toward him. What the human wanted was mysterious at first...but then, obvious! Gamzee extended his own hand after that slight delay and swiped his fingers over the red goop, then brought that hand to his nose for a sniff.

"Motherfucking Gamzee here, bard o..." Oh shit, here came the hard part. What the fuck was he the bard of, seriously. There were so many bards to keep in mind (yeah right), and his was real hard to remember. Things were always difficult to remember for long. "...Makara."

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john: fly around your new home like a moron.

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” no. i really don’t. “

what was this guy even saying? if john was more astute, he would have pieced things together; the sign on his chest that symbolized what group he belonged in, the horns and fangs, better yet the skin color. vriska told him a lot of the troll’s culture but for some reason it didn’t set in properly. maybe he hit his head against those soft, cushioning tomatoes a bit too hard.

needless to say, it was a shame that gamzee was too stoned to look at john’s timeline once in a while when he was back in the veil. poor fella was all sorts of out of the loop, just like egbert at this point. as he made mention of the coat of paste around his face, a finger traced his cheek to collect a glob. ew, tomatoes. they were only good for ketchup.

” red’s not my color, though! that’s dave’s thing. “

he nonchalantly brought up dave as if gamzee should have known the guy. he also nonchalantly laid there in the broken stand with his clothes, hair and body being a mess. no point in standing up if the other guy was talking to him normally. yep.

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"That's cool."

...He didn't what? Gamzee couldn't remember, and asking about it didn't occur to him. That facepaint was both distracting and exciting, hence his neglect for, uh, everything else at the moment. This was the second time he'd come across someone who dabbled in that sort of self-expression — he never did get to ask that last person about his cult. Maybe they could find common ground with respective culthoods, because  Gamzee had absolutely no idea about anything coming out of this human's mouth.

"No disrespect, brother." That sounded like the right thing to say, yeah. "But if being flushed is your thing, you gotta make right with the thing and forget about the nonbelievers, you know?"

And John was rather lucky that Terezi wasn't lurking about, otherwise he'd be tonsil-deep in troll tongue. Red being an important hue to her and all. Eridan might have also had something to say about his soiled attire, so there was that, too.

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✄ credens [intro]

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Having her attention caught by a sudden voice — and it was definitely the voice that caught her attention, not the language at all — Mami turned to the figure on the ground attentively, noted his… everything… and entertained the thought of having come to the wrong area of the neighbourhood for a second. A cosplayer or a performer, surely, and that strange pan he had was to collect money for whatever entertainment he offered? There was nobody like that back home, only in the occasional movie or drama she scarcely managed to find time to watch on her own, so, needless to say, Mami was taken aback by the sudden encounter. Not that it showed terribly much on her face, which somehow managed to maintain her pleasant attitude at the worst of times.

The blonde gave him acknowledging nod, and she made sure her legs were nice and close together to ward off a certain pair of wandering eyes, oblivious or not. Something about someone who looked like they had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and rolled in facepaint one too many times at that angle seemed just a bit offputting, but she chose to ignore it, instead brightening at his choice of words. Curses aside.

“A party! How lovely!” A half-sleeve covered hand came to cover her mouth and she laughed quietly into the fabric, muffling the sound as politely as possible. It was as though this person had read her mind, and — well, with how strange they looked, she wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up being the sort who practiced that sort of stuff seriously. A party was what she wanted, she had made that more than clear the last time it had been brought up, with fancy teacups and mountains of frosting coated cake and nice company, but it always seemed to be nothing more than a dream.

She lowered her hand, leaving behind a smile that bordered on looking a bit disappointed, and clasped it with her other behind her back. “Sadly, I don’t believe I’m prepared for anything like that just yet… I haven’t even located any proper cakes for myself so far.”

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Yeah, he's from the anime Hetalia. You're saying this isn't the London Expo..?

So she was one of those polite to a fault types? Someone who'd hold another's feelings over their own? It really didn't matter to Gamzee — honest. She could have screamed, kicked at him for being a pervert (which would confuse the fuck out of him, he might have to sleep on that) or just chewed him out for looking...well, like someone off the streets. Retaliation wouldn't have been a thing in any case, though he might have to defend his beliefs if she ever thought to nitpick his choice in facial decor.

"That's what the fuck I'm talking about!" And not a soul here would sound so cheery while swearing and using the vocabulary of a rebellious teenager, except maybe Nanako. He kind of fit one of those categories, actually...

While blondie giggled into her sleeve, Gamzee busied himself with making figure eights with his index finger in that messy pie tray. It honestly was just swamp moss, and it looked eaten - partially, but now he was just toying with it. She would probably hate to be at any sort of party TC had a hand in, then again Belle fared pretty well with the Beast at their little danceoff.

Not that he'd seen any movie like that! Better luck with Tavros there. He wasn't exactly concerned with her level of classiness and possible high standards, otherwise he wouldn't look like some haggard, homeless forty year old in a thirteen year old troll's body. One whos hand— finger was now, just idly, knuckle deep in that swampy, caca-green moss.

"Don't wanna be stomping on your wicked games, but if you're down with the pies you gotta be doing with freestyle baking, sister."

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john: fly around your new home like a moron.

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after getting over the massive hurt to his pride, john was ready to stumble his way out of the pile of tomatoes and on his feet once more. that was his plan until he had a stranger stop by to take a glimpse at him. oh, a native of this world wished to help? how kind! totally beats the salamanders with their stupid spit bubbles, as cute as they were.

as he was about to extend his hand to grab ahold of the others, he realized he was only reaching for one of the intact fruit/vegetables. wow, x2 massive hurt to his pride! now he was stuck with a big frown on his face as he finally glanced at whoever was spouting nonsense about miracles and the like.

” yeah, i guess it kind of was… not often do i find myself nosediving into an ocean of tomatoes. yuck. “

the hand he stuck out was now adjusting his glasses. in the process of that nasty collision with the stand whose owner would be quite displeased over, he totally ignored the fact that they were about halfway off his face. he fixed that little problem and could finally take a nice, long look at the horns that protruded from the top of the other man’s head. sucks that you’ve never seen a troll ever, egbert! besides vriska, anyway.

” haha, woah! nice make-up. you remind me of the harlequins in my house. uh, old house. “

and then he suddenly recalls how much he hates harlequins.

UGH.

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If only Gamzee was a more self-aware being, no way would he intentionally have hurt the human's feelings! A certain blond, maybe (on a bad day, maybe), but not this windy motherfucker. "Guess what's what's up when you gotta crash. Know what I'm sayin', brother?"

He and John may as well have been talking under any sort of normal circumstances at the moment, really. Gamzee wasn't really concerned with the fact that that his pal over here totally wrecked someone's business and costed the poor bastard a small fortune, but even if he knew, what was he going to do about it? Probably look to Shangri-la for answers and anticipate a miracle. No use in crying over spilt tomatoes.

Houses, huh? Human terms were peculiar, and in some far corner of his mind the bearer of Capricorn understood what sir quad-eyes was saying. Unfortunately, that section of his brain wasn't being exercised at the moment but his grin was unfailing and he was focusing well enough...

"You're making with the colors too, brother." And he would have reached out to smear that red substance in a more apt design — more red around his eyes, a bit around his mouth would suit him too, but if his cult called for random splotches of red, who the fuck was he to tamper with that? "All with remembering things too up in this motherfucker, but I can't remember what I'm remembering!" That was his way of returning the compliment and thensome.

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john: fly around your new home like a moron.

look in the sky! it’s a bird! it’s a plane!

it’s…

oh. great.

a gust of wind followed a trail of blue as the faint color zipped throughout the sky. john had wanted to get a good look of the place he had found himself in, not a single clue as to whether he was still in sburb or not. it was a confusing ordeal; more-so than the normal confusion that usually followed the heir of breath. he still had his powers, at least, and used it to his advantage to cut the distance from the large world he was now treversing. 

too bad he didn’t really have a grasp of how his powers worked in arcadios. flying had been a normal task for him at this point in time, doing it effortlessly and no longer yipping out in joy like a delusional assface. he took note of the lush forest and the nearby city, trying his best to associate it with one of his friend’s native worlds. 

nope, nothing. time for him to find the answers on his own! he could do that, right? right. and with that, egbert was off, speed picking up gradually to make his way to the place known (but not to him because he’s dumb) as the polis. 

” heheh, yes! a sanctuary for me to res— “

before he could even finish his statement to himself, he suddenly felt the winds that carried him cut short as if some sort of plug was pulled. oh shit oh shit oh shit. john was falling and falling fast. he had lucked out just a bit and found himself falling head first into a food stand. even luckier was that it was decked out with pyramids of tomatoes. needless to say, the aftermath was a whole lot of red and not his blood. covered in mush and with one hell of a headache, john figured it was for the best to just.. not get up yet.

” that.. wasn’t cool at all! jeeeeeeeez.. “

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And how lucky for John to land in the vicinity of a highblood. One that knew even less of what John did about this place — afterall, he just had himself an ariel view of the place and Gamzee was only aware of the two cities...and, well, Polis as of recently! Not by it's name, however, never by it's name.

Tall dark and horned wasn't even attentive to the blue monkey falling from the sky, not until the impact sounded! John was earned a lazy glance and a misplaced chuckle. He hadn't the slightest idea what just happened, but it looked like something to be a part of.

Dragging his feet just a couple yards closer to the commotion, the dead— nope, no, it was speaking. The non-dead human was scrutinized best to his ability, before his attention briefly disregarded the boy in favor of picking up a tomato and eyeing it suspiciously for several idiotic seconds. Whatever these red circles were about, they felt nice in his palm. Maybe they came out of the human?

"Motherfuckin' miracle if I ever saw one!" How many times a day was he going to repeat that? He was reaching new quotas here, but this session was pretty cool, contrary to what four eyes had to say.

It was unclear what Gamzee was talking about: the vegetable being a miracle, or the human from his husktop falling from the sky. Probably both. Both events were both pretty fucking whimsical in his mind.

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✄ credens [intro]

Looking back, being alive was not a sensation that Mami had ever envisioned herself truly understanding. 

For years, she had lived in a world of her own, isolated even from those whom she could share it with, and Mami had come to realize that whatever she was feeling, whatever she had become, was not alive at all. Her existence had been given to her, wrapped up in a pretty little bow, but her life had been drained along with that of her parents. For a time, she believed that that was all she had for herself; an existence that put her atop a pedestal from which she could perform miracles, in return for not truly living at all. She had come to accept that as her penance for being selfish, maybe, or a reward for not being selfish enough.

That had all changed, faster than she could register even in hindsight. She had felt so happy, if only for a short moment, happier than she could ever remember being for such a long time, and then…

And then some things had happened and now she found herself walking with a hand pressed against the curve of her neck, as though recalling a distant memory. There was no sign of Madoka nor Sayaka to be found as she wandered through — wherever this was, whichever witch’s world had been conjured to swallow her up this time, and yet, the blonde still felt a lingering happiness, as though an invisible weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Perhaps it was the sight of others around her, moving without the stiff sense of dread that lingered overhead the citizens of Mitakihara Town, or the fact that she finally felt free, that made her smile more earnestly than she otherwise would.

Either way, what Mami did know was that she was terribly lost, and terribly found as well. Somehow, that confusion pleased her.

Folding her arms across her chest, the puella magi stood at the entrance to the Polis, where she stood on the tips of her toes and peered over the small groups of wandering people. She could locate a map, or search for a familiar face, or… 

The girl grinned and brought a hand to the side of her jaw, an almost childish giggle matching the motion before she could cover her mouth. ”I suppose… I shall have to find some cake to celebrate with!” Someone had their priorities straight. She never did get to ask that silly little contractor for a proper cake, after all.

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A certain purple-blooded creature was waiting by the main entry of polis as well. He probably wasn't all that noticeable — or rather, he was, fuck. He stuck out like a sore thumb, but you really had to be looking out for doggie dukes to catch a propper glimpse of him. Gramzee was sitting — almost lying completely flat with something...a plate made of foil, with something green and mossy sitting within. He was balancing it between his chest and abdomen, that little stretch that could be considered either or.

His oddly colored eyes were already fixed on the blond before the spoke, or rather, they were fixed on the back of her legs. His proximity allowed a glorious panty shot, but Gamzee was sort of... Not 100% there at the moment. Whatever he managed to ingest was doing enough damage to his insides to keep him in an appropriate state of smashedhood.

Pies, cakes, baked goods. These were keywords, things he enjoyed, so once the girl spoke up about cakes...how lucky was he to be within earshot! His gaze settled on a more innocent target, the very intact thing that her words were spewing from.

"Did this motherfucker just catch wind about someone having a cake party?" All he needed was clarification and he was there, harder than a gravedigger's heart.

[-tavrosnitram]

Tavros ==> Wake up. [intro/open]

[-tavrosnitram]

Tavros felt such relief at the sight of Gamzee, and that Gamzee had acknowledged him in such a friendly manner. All feelings of loneliness evaporated. He was truly happy to be around one of his favorite parts about home. 

His smile widened, taking note that Gamzee seemed to be doing well here. He looked as cheery as ever, as relaxed as he last remembered him. 

He took note of Gamzee mentioning his husktop being gone. That pieced a few more things together for Tavros. He noticed there was no sign of major technology around here. Maybe his capricious friend knew where they were. And maybe even when they were, considering this place wasn’t very technologically advanced just yet.

“Yeah, I, uh, noticed this place is a lot different from back home,” he replied. “Do you maybe have an idea that could supply some sort of, uh, explanation pertaining to our arrival here?”

Tavros paused.

His smile became a bit more gentle, expressing that a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

“And, uh, it’s really awesome that you’re here. It feels like we haven’t talked or anything in sweeps.”

[subjuggulating-blog]

Whether it was because of those shooshpaps or the start of (what he believed to be) a new session, Gamzee's crazy streak had been put to rest for the time being. Ever since his arrival he'd been his usual, 'chipper' self. The lack of familiar foods was somewhat bothersome, but he had yet to flip his shit over anything. How fortunate for everyone.

"The supplying ain't happening, bro." His response stood valid for several things. "We're gonna be hangin' out, kicking the wicked shit on the same motherfuckin' team, that about tops the knowing."

"It's the bitches tits that we're getting our motherfucking reunion on though! And check out your fuckin' wheels! Miracles."

There was something missing here, and that was his obnoxious horn which he ended up dropping back in his own village. No worries just yet, the glaze in his eyes indicated he had yet to notice.

[separationtrepidation-blog]

Land of tents and mirth? Well there were tents, and if there were tents there had to be mirth because the man said so. Well, it didn’t matter if there was mirth or not because he had no idea what it was. Though there were plenty of tents when the show started!

So, he wasn’t from Circus? That was a bit disappointing, but all the same he had made a new friend that said weird things but was fun to talk to. Even if he wasn’t from Circus, he was from somewhere right? Hearing about his home would be interesting!

“Ah, w-well even if you’re not from ‘the land of tents and mirth’ it’s okay. So where are you from?”

[subjuggulating-blog]

How the motherfuck could you have tents without mirth anyway? And mirth's just the most basic thing. Tends, mirth, elephants, unicycles, horns, some of the clowniest motherfuckers ever, good food and drinks, man oh man...

"That's where I'm all up and coming from." But for someone who knew about circuses and having a good time (he did honk earlier...) he really should have originated from the same— oh wait, human proxy. So he must have been a native here...if he had the capacity to process how insanely ironic and miraculous that was, his new buddy would be getting an earful of miracles about now.

Luckily Gamzee was too confused in general to be rolling in the various wonders of the world(s). Wait for it...

[-tavrosnitram]

Tavros ==> Wake up. [intro/open]

[-tavrosnitram]

Tavros, during his wheeled travels, learned that he was now a resident of the Village of Strength. That sort of confused the young troll. He didn’t consider himself very strong at all. Then again, he was truly his own worst critic. Although, taking so much heat from Vriska so often wasn’t going to help his self-esteem much. 

He tried staying as out of the way as much as he good. He realized that an alien with giant horns in a four-wheeled device was probably a little startling or distracting. Luckily Tavros had managed not to bump his horns into anyone, or slow anyone down with his handicapped way of traveling. 

He made a mental note to really learn how to use these robo-legs, and incredibly soon. 

A sigh escaped Tavros as he finally wheeled slightly outside of the busy village. He looked around, taking in the amazing sunlight and the beautifully bright assets that Earth (presumably) had to offer. He thought to himself that Alternia would be a much better, more peaceful planet if it looked like this. Maybe there were animals for him to commune with!

At the sound of a familiar laugh, Tavros jerked his head in the direction of the sound. His eyes widened. That was Gamzee! It had to be him! Relief and familiarity soared through his body. 

Was it okay to be this excited to see someone? 

Tavros quickly wheeled over, a slightly anxious (but more excited) smile graced his face as he went to greet his best bro.

“Hey, uh, Gamzee?” he began, glancing up at his high-blooded friend. “Long time no see…!”

[subjuggulating-blog]

The familiar troll's approach went undetected for the most part — until he was merely a few feet away. This place had many new sights and sounds to offer...between the wildlife, endlessly sloshing water and constant buzz amongst it's residents, it was a lot to take in. The sound of approaching wheels was eventually enough to gain his attention, wary eyes reluctantly rolling from his latest victim to the larger horned troll.

"Tavbro!" A generous grin split his face as soon as the advancing male was identified, bearing those ever-sharp teeth of his. He knew there were other trolls lurking about these parts — he was still convinced (no one had informed him otherwise because they were likely just as confused as he himself) that this was part of another session. It was just a matter of running into everyone, although even that seemed unimportant for the time being? His meet and greet with Aradia was rather swift, for example, and came without instructions. Maybe Tavros was here to give him some? Regardless, he moved to meet the Page of Breath midway, that smile of his unfailing as he subconsciously weaved the flower's stem between his fingers

"That's because my husktop's all gone with the motherfuckin' wind!" He looked rather happy about that, but it was unrelated. Really.

[-tavrosnitram]

Tavros ==> Wake up. [intro/open]

The last thing Tavros remembered was being impaled through the chest, but when he woke up there was no sign of what absolutely should have caused his death. The fact that he was waking up at all was surprising. He looked around the room curiously, not recognizing a single thing. Maybe Vriska stabbing him was a bad dream. Maybe he was still dreaming, and that’s why he had no idea where in Alternia he was. 

No! He couldn’t have been dreaming. His dreamself was dead. Prospit was destroyed. Something else was going on here, and Tavros was determined to find out what.

He perked up a little when he pulled back the covers to see that his robotic legs were still in tact. At least he could scrounge up some confidence and totally, definitely approach this confusing situation in an extremely self-assured manner. Totally. 

…Or not. Gog, those legs were way too hard to walk with. 

Tavros lifted his head up to spot a four-wheeled device in the corner of this bedroom. Huh! How thoughtful of whomever brought him here! Maybe he’d fallen asleep and Gamzee had taken him somewhere? 

…No, that couldn’t have been it either. Tavros couldn’t recall the last time he’d even seen Gamzee around The Veil. 

He unsteadily stood up and hobbled over to the four-wheeled device. A relieved sigh left him when he sat down, his hands sliding over familiar wheels before gripping them tightly. He considered himself an expert four-wheeled device handler, if that was a thing you could consider yourself. 

Tavros wheeled out of the room and looked around the hut to see if he could spot anything familiar. This was so weird. 

He wheeled himself out of the front door to find himself in some kind of village! People were walking around everywhere! Humans! Tavros’ eyes widened at the sight of the species. Sure, he’d talked to Dave and Jade but he’d never actually seen a human up close and personal before! Usually he just saw them through Trollian! 

Was he on Earth? 

There were so many questions he needed answered, but the environment surrounding this village was incredibly beautiful and bright! Nothing like Alternia! If only Tinkerbull and his friends could see this! Were his friends here too? 

Maybe one of these humans could help him out… But, oh Jegus, that meant having to talk to one! In person! Self-consciousness washed over Tavros and he slumped slightly in his chair. He came to the conclusion that wheeling around until he found answers himself was a better idea… probably. 

[subjuggulating-blog]

Quests to find replacement pies, replacement drinks, replacement husktops and so on were frequent. Asking for help never seemed to get him anywhere, and his adventures weren't bringing him any closer to his required intakes of sopor and Faygo... probably because he always ended up distracted by something in the process. Be it an animal, the sky or his own thoughts, his quests for those necessities were ceaseless. Everything happened for a reason though, and there was probably some higher power working to make him notice things he would otherwise overlook.

He understood his own village well enough, and after seeking his aforementioned belongings throughout (several times over) it was decidedly time to move a bit further — as far off as magic lead him. While heading right seemed more inviting, Gamzee decided to amble into the opposite direction — toward the neighboring village of strength, on nothing more than instinct. Since when did Gamzee need an actual reason for his choices on anything anyway?

The humans who moved to and fro were nothing short of a miracle, a few had even reached out and attempted at conversing with the Capricorn represantative, but since today's mission was more intense he failed to initiate anything between himself and one of the pink monkeys, and they seemed to pick up on that and left him to his vices..of course, if anyone wanted to shoot the shit with him he'd be happy to entertain something like that. But anyway, this new village was notably similar to his own. There were ...huts, for one. That spar pit wasn't visible from his standpoint, which was the very outer-edge of that community. This likely meant that there wouldn't be any slime here either, but he must have been brought here for a reason! Maybe someone had a baking pan he could keep, or a stove. One that he understood how to use.

Maybe it was time he started socializing a bit here, but everyone seemed pretty busy. Which was absolutely fine, being busy was a thing he should probably be, but his ambitions were being stifled by things again, like the little exotic flower just to the side of his foot.

Which was motherfucking dangerous, if you asked him. The troll wasted no time in bending over and gingerly freeing it from the ground, root and all, somehow, and proceeded to twist the stem from left to right between his thumb and forefinger, laughing as the flower did a little dance for him.

If he was aware of Tavros sitting just up ahead, he would have shared the moment with his bro, alas...