==> Kitty, Pal, and the twins: A few days ago, have a day out for once.
geminiDoomed: Sparks went with casual today, and no symbol showing on his black shirt and jeans, cheerfully dragging his brother along to see the fun since this was a public event
deterministPalindrome/doomedGemini: Derse is in casual as well, since like hell he's getting gussied up to go out in public. If Sparks wants you to come along, then he gets to deal with how you look, scowl and all. You're not fighting as hard as you could be, but you certainly are grumbling to yourself about this bullshit. Ew, outside (of your room).
GD: Coffee is the best placation. Coffee, full of sugar, the best kind.
DP/DG: Grumble grumble yay coffee grumble.
calodemonGelastic: Grin! Drag your matesprit along to the palace and instacling to Sparks, sending a confused frown to Derse. You may have momentarily forgot he existed. You were wearing your usual fighting clothes; loose, easy to move in.
GD: He seperates himself from his twin for a minute to grin at KK and hug him. "Ready two kiick 2ome a22?"
CG: [Grinning intensifies] "Fuck yeah I am,"
DP/DG: KK keeps "dragging" you to places, but really you're trailing behind him quite eagerly, in your usual getup plus hoodie. Watching your mate pound the shit out of someone? Yes please. His hand's in yours and gets a squeeze just before you spot Sparks and... fantastic, Derse is here too. Glad he's back and all, but hnn. Distract yourself from your asshole alt to chirp at Sparks in greeting with a grin.
Your eyes narrow at both of their reactions, and you kind of want to just back out of this and go home and curl up on someone who actually wants you there. Sparks is over there... so.... maybe....?? you can run...????
GD: "II hope you dont miind II iinviited my twiin two? II fiigured 2iince iit2 a puibliic 2pectiical and all and we dont have anythiing good back hiive yet iif you aren't really iintwo goiing and driiinkiing and lii2teniing two wiiggler2 complaiin about manual labor.." sheepish grin. a glance over at his twin.
CG: Snort, "Nah I dont mind. Come on, shitbins," hold your boys hands and drag them off to find yourself a partner. ^OuO^
DP/DG: Well shit, now Sparks is looking at you, there goes bolting. Huff. Fuck everything.
He keeps trying to do this dragging thing, it's adorable. Purrrr
GD: Sparks snags his twin with his free hand and squeezes and lets his tiny tiny moirail drag him around.
CG: IS NOT TINY.
DP/DG: God fucking damn it. >:I
GD: ehehehe
CG: >:C Hu f f. You stride over and growl a small group of indignant tealbloods away to get the triad of Captors an actual seat and head off to find a partner.
GD: "ehehe <><><><> you get them KK!" .. Lets just sit between the brothers shall we? "II keep con2iideriing 2parriing down there my2elf but II thiink none of them are 2tupiid enough two fiight wiith a p2iioniic"
DP/DG: A quick kiss for KK before he darts off and a "go kick athh" before taking a seat next to Sparks, which is... yeah probably the best idea all things concidered. "You'd be thurprithed. Thome people want that kinda challenge." Cast an eye at the crowd... shit, yeah, no betting today, you're getting glares already. Looks like someone got recognized. Whoops.
Yeah, keeping you two seperated is a good idea on your side as well. Your arms are crossed and the scowl is set on your face, but you're staying and paying attention.
GD: "You thiink 2o? II've got one of the GHB'2 gunniing two 2par wiith me and II 2ort of would liike two get 2ome practiice iin wiith fiightiing 2tyle2 other than Equiiu2'2. II dii2liike lo2iing."
DP/DG: "Yeah, Rev thparth down here all the time, and I've hit up hith Karkat pretty easily. Pluth there'th alwayth me, though if you dithlike lothing, that'th not really an opthon." Grin at him, half cockily.
GD: Snoort. "II wiill kiick your 2kiinny a22"
CG: Karkat why the huge guys. Why the hugest scariest people you could fight. Why this.
DP/DG: "I highly doubt that."
GD: "you're one of the few people II dont have two hold back wiith, equiiu2 and der2e are the other one2."
GD: "..2o two out of three riight here"
GD: "...we could do a three way brawl, iit would be great"
DP/DG: That gets a grin out of you. "I haven't thparred in a group in a while, that'd be great." Don't think about why don't think about why. "Though I thtill wanna thpar one-on-one at thome point, jutht ta thay I've kicked /your/ athh all by mythelf."
Talk of a group brawl catches your interest. Someone new to spar against? That'd be nice for once.
GD: "there wiill be no a22 kiickiing- and me and der2e are practiically un2topable when we work iin concert, 2o II really do want two 2ee what happen2 when we miix iit up- what do you thiink?" address twin!
DP/DG: A laughing scoff at that. "You keep thaying that, and it keepth not being true."
You quickly try to cover up the surprise at being included in this with a snort. "what were you thiinkiing exactly? who ver2e2 who?"
Everyone ignore Pal's earflick, he was totally not going to ask that exact same thing because that would be wierd.
GD: "Free for all ii2 faiire2t, la2t 2tandiing wiin2? Al2o takiing bet2 on u2 knockiing each other out. at the 2ame tiime."
DP/DG: A shrug from Derse. "2ound2 good."
A headshake from Pal. "Def not gonna happen like that. That'd be lame ath hell, and I'd rather not keep ending fighthh like that, thankth."
GD: That prompted a snicker from the only blue captor in the lot
DP/DG: A huff! from Pal and a glare when Derse leans a little to give him a raised eyebrow. "You take a metal armed uppercut and thtay conthhiouth."
GD: "Have you ever been hiit by a Zahhak?" eyebrows go up.
DP/DG: Eyeroll. "No, but it wath attached ta Rev'th Karkat'th arm, and he beat Kaykay when he got anonned inta an adult tho."
CG: IT WAS A DRAW.
GD: "..thii2 ii2 not makiing me want two 2par my moiiraiil le22"
DP/DG: Grin. "I've gotten ta thpar with him onthe, and I think the only reathon I won wath 'cauthe it wath way early on and he didn't wanna hurt me."
DP/DG: A second eyebrow joined the first and the Karkat in the ring gets another look.
GD: "Equiiu2 tru2t2 me two take a hiit now" Huge grin.
CG: The Karkat in the ring was currently twirling his opponent round gracefully by his horns. You really had become enamoured with doing that. ^. _.^
DP/DG: "You're altho kinda an adult and thit now." Reach up to gently tapflick a horn with a grin. "Uth wigglerth jutht havta thtick with dodging."
...well shit. No wonder Sparks likes watching him fight. Impressive, not that you'll ever admit it.
CG: SPECTATOR BOWLING :D
GD: Sparks stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled and cheered at his moirail. Showboating at its finest. "II dont feel liike an adult, be2iide2 mo2t adult2 cant take a punch from hiim."
DP/DG: Spectator bowling gets a laugh out of Pal and cheering, and a quiet "well fuck" out of Derse in surprise.
"Doethn't matter if you feel like one or not, Thparkth, y'kinda are. And I'm not thaying it'th not thtill imprethhive, which it ith, but you gotta admit, being older and hardier'th gotta help with that." Especially compared to a squishy wiggler like you.
GD: "..not really, have you ever mea2ured the force they hiit wiith? .. or here let me .." he sent some data charts to his brother.
DP/DG: "Nah, I've only seen EQ in person once and he's the only one I know. ...mine never really-" A beep on your glasses interrupts you and you pull up the files with a low whistle. "Well fuck." Time to get distracted by data.
GD: "..II've 2een Equiiu2'2 codiing, and the 2tat that controll2 how 2trong you are? hii2 ii2 gliitched."
GD: "He could look a2 2kiinny a2 one of u2 and he'd 2till hiit wiith that force"
DP/DG: "Lucky bathtard." It's mumbled under your breath absentmindedly as you flick past charts.
Derse rolls his eyes and watches the fight with a half bored look.
GD: He bumps his twin with his shoulder. "Dont even pretend liike KK ii2n't fanta2tiic"
DP/DG: Like fuck if you're admitting that. Give Sparks a sidelook. "wouldn't go a2 far a2 /fanta2tiic/," a snort from Pal at that, which gets a glare out of you.
GD: bland. "okay then hot 2hot, you fiight hiim then."
DP/DG: Bristle a little. "maybe ii wiill."
"Oh, I would almotht pay ta thee your fathe get thhoved in."
Growl at Pal.
GD: "II thiink you could- you'd be a hell of a lot better than tho2e poor ba2tard2 he2 beatiing the tar out of"
DP/DG: "damn 2traiight ii would be." A scoffhuff, still bristling. You're internally debating going down there and getting a turn, and how to convince him to fight you anyway when he laughs at you. "and ii'd fuckiing /wiin/."
A disbelieving scoff from Pal. "Doubt that."
GD: "2o 2how u2" Sparks's eyes were lit up, excited.
DP/DG: Bare your teeth and stand with a surge. "you know what? /fiine/. ii go kiick hii2 a22 2iince you're 2o adament on hiim lo2iing." And stomp down there; like hell you're waiting up here and missing your chance and having to listen to your alt badmouth you in the meantime.
Watch him go, a half interested eyebrow raised. "...you think that'th a good idea?" Not like you're stopping him but.
GD: "He2 got 2hiit two prove two hiim2elf." he leans forward on his elbows. "And they wont kiill each other, II'm iintere2ted iin 2eeiing hii2 fiightiing 2tyle from the out2iide, addiitiionally"
DP/DG: Hnn. Yeah, not touching that first part. " 'Courthe they won't, at the very leatht /we're/ here." You're sort of curious as well, not to the point that you'd go looking for the information, but since it's here, might as well watch. Plus if you're gonna be fighting him at some point, it wouldn't hurt to know what you're up against.
GD: "2o what2 the harm iin iit?" a flash of a grin. "..he2.. II'm tryiing two encourage hiim two do 2hiit, you know?"
DP/DG: "Oh, nothing, of courthe, putting a pthionic with a thparked temper inta a fighting ring with a guy that can break knives with hith teeth who'th riding a combat high will only end well. What wath I thinking." A pause. "...I get it. Good luck with that, though. You'll need it, all thingth conthidered." You could probably count the times you've seen him on one hand.
GD: "At the very lea2t iit'll be a fuckiing fanta2tiic 2how." He grins, although the smiles gone a moment later "..II.. yeah. he2 got all my old fear2 about beiing replaced." he shakes his head.
DP/DG: Grin as well. "Ekthellent, entertainment before the whole plathe ith dethtroyed." Give a little look between Sparks and Derse, ears flicking down with another hnn. "...thit." Yeah, you really can't stand him, but there are things you don't wish on people you casually hate.
GD: A elbow for his brother lightly. "what2 wiith all the look2 between you two anyhow?
DP/DG: Raise an eyebrow. "What lookth?"
GD: Bland expression
DP/DG: :I "What."
GD: "You know what look2, II'm not bliind"
DP/DG: Murrhuff. "What about'em?"
GD: "What2 up wiith that?"
DP/DG: A half shrug. "IDK, we don't get along." Fantastic explination, Captor. You sure have a way with words.
GD: He snorts through his nose and scoots a little to set his chin on his brother's head.
DP/DG: :I Headbutt him a little before letting him settle. "What wath that for?"
GD: "You guy2 are 2iilly. You aren't mad at hiim becau2e of me and hiim gettiing 2tuck twogether are you?"
DP/DG: Earflick. "No." Oh yes, he'll believe you like that. A+.
GD: "That2 a dumb rea2on two be mad at him "
DP/DG: "Thhut up."
GD: "II get two have an opiiniion, II'm the one iit happened two."
DP/DG: "Congrathh on obtaining one."
GD: '..iit wa2 ju2t a2 bad for hiim" quietly. "and he feel2 bad enough a2 iit ii2"
DP/DG: Murrrrrrr. "He thhould, it'th hith fault."
GD: Nip an ear. "not any more hii2 than miine"
DP/DG: Flick the nipped ear. "How the hell do you figure."
GD: "He diidn't even know II exii2ted and my iinjuriie2 were appeariing on our gho2t form and he had no iidea where they were comiing from, iit 2cared the 2hiit out of hiim, he thought he wa2 fadiing"
DP/DG: Hnnnnnnn.... you didn't know that.
GD: "..watchiing everyone el2e age and grow up whiile you fade away ii2 hard, II dont blame hiim for wantiing two be aliive, no one knew thii2 wa2 goiing two happen two u2 except Dave, and he wa2 told everyone would diie iif he 2aiid anythiing, becau2e the tiimeliine needed me."
DP/DG: ...lean against him a little.
CG: Blink at the Sollux coming over to you. Hello friend were you lost you didn't want to fight psionics they were cheating little shitblisters go away shoo.
DP/DG: /Glare/ at him. "fiight me 2o ii can kiick your a22 and be done wiith iit."
CG: Snort, "I don't owe you shit, fuck off,"
DP/DG: Scoff. "2o you're happy ju2t piiddliing around wiith the2e fuck2? god, and ii thought all that 2hiit wa2 becau2e you were actually /2kiilled/ or 2omethiing. diid you know that guy wa2 a wa2te of an /actual/ fiighter'2 tiime? ii2 that why you piicked hiim? fiigure2."
GD: Sparks had run out of words and he just cuddled his little brother.
CG: Stare at him, "These guys are professionally trained soldiers and shit, what the fuck are you on,"
DP/DG: "and yet you won't fiight /me/."
CG: "Because you're a cheating little asshole and if you die Sparks'll be pissed at me,"
DP/DG: Snarl at him. "how the fuck am ii a cheat"
CG: "Psionics, dipshit,"
DP/DG: "ii can fiight wiithout them, you a22hole!"
CG: "Sure you can," (:B
DP/DG: Bristlesnarl. "ii /would/ iif you'd let me /prove iit/."
Snuggle into Sparks for a bit. "...thorry."
CG: "Nah," you're just being a little shit at this point, you'd be totally up for it with no sparky zapzap.
DP/DG: Red sparks are starting to curl around your horns when you growl at him, one of your hands balling into a fist. "you've got about two 2econd2 before ii 2tart the fiight wiith or wiithout you."
CG: Grin at him like the little shit you are, "I fucking /dare/ you,"
DP/DG: Try to deck him with a snarl, horns crackling.
CG: Catch his fist with a delighted grin and use it to pull him towards you, slamming a fist of your own right in his face in one swift motion.
CG: :D
DP/DG: The moment he catches your hand, the knee on that side gives out, crumpling you (and your face) down as well as towards him and out of the way of his fist. It's almost as if you're really used to people catching your punches and then having to move /very quickly/ out of the way of retaliation or something. Who would've thought?
CG: Anybody who knew Derse at all really. Unfortunately, that wasn't you. You grumble irritatedly and swing your leg out to hook against his side hard. ...Hopefully you didn't break anything, you try not to do it too hard, but you weren't always the best judge of these things.
DP/DG: It was a pity, really, that he didn't know you (for him) because then he might have a chance to actually /hit/ you. You get weight on your feet again quickly and arch out of the way of his foot, trying to tug your hand out of his.
CG: Actually, just kind of. Crunch that hand and give his arm a hard yank, aiming to dislocate before you let go. It was nothing Fef couldn't fix, he'd be fine. You lunge at him fast while he's preoccupied with that, sending a succesion of punches to the gut and ending with a solid uppercut.
DP/DG: Fucking /yelp/ as your shoulder pops right out in a /wave/ of pain, which is immediately followed by the gut shots and /no/ you are /not/ getting uppercutted, tilt your head back and out of the way before it hits, blinking reflexive tears out of your eyes. You need fucking /out/ of this, bring your knee up as hard as you can, aiming for his head while he's distracted by your pain.
CG: You grin a sadistic little grin as you /twist/ the arm before letting go. You swing back when he tries to knee you, using the momenting to flip him over you and send him crashing to the floor headfirst. You pin him and yank his head up by a horn, "You give?" usually you'd just be breaking their face by now but Sparks was watching.
DP/DG: Those sure are pained growls as he /roughhandles you/, tossing you over into the floor and yanking you back up by a horn. You're /seething/, blood /boiling/ in anger, almost enough to drown out the pain throbbing through you. Like /fuck/ you're giving. A yell and you swing your free hand around to punch with everything you've got, but you're not aiming for his face. No, you're aiming for the floor on the other side of your head, so your elbow strikes him instead, sharp bone straight into the side of his face.
CG: You move your head out of the way some to soften to blow a bit, but it still connects with a thud. You hiss at him, ignoring the throbbing pain in your face for now and grabbing his other hand; crunching down on it like you did the other. And maybe possibly slam his head against the ground because fuck you that fucking hurt you little shitfuck. You can't decide whether squeezing his ribs with your thighs could be construed as sexual so you just. Leave that for now. You've still got a pretty firm grip though.
DP/DG: You're basically anger and pain at this point, which makes you do really dumb things. Things like use your injured hand to punch him in the face, more specifically his fucking /eye/. /Repeatedly/. If he's going to fuck your shit up, you're going to make him look just as bad, and maybe /off of you/.
CG: Yeah, you're gonna pin both his hands now. At this point you're pretty much just sitting back and laughing at him.
GD: "..II'm afraiid iif II even triied two help my twiin he'd biite the 2hiit out of me." conversation with brother.
DP/DG: /Fuck. Him./ And kick him in the side of the head. You're flexable and tall enough. Just curbstomp it, except without the curb part.
"He hath other reathhonth ta thingth?"
GD: "Ye2, hii2 iimpul2e control ii2 ju2t um. .. not a2 good a2 miine. would you beliieve he2 actually kiind've a pacafii2t? the guy2 more liikely two punch you but II'm liike two hundred tiime2 more liikely two kiill 2omeone. ... II really really worry about my2elf."
CG: MotheRFUCK, throw his hands together and lean on them with one hand so he can't move, using the other to slam his face into the ground a couple times. Or maybe a lot of times. Yeah do the rib thighsqueezey thing too, the kick to the head might have clouded your judgement some there.
DP/DG: Having your face smashed into the ground a couple of times is also a /great/ way to cloud judgement. You snarl into the floor, that specific rasp that comes basically right before you do something stupid and- there it is! He pulls your head up by the hair for another strike and his pinning arm looms just a couple of inches away; just enough room for you to lunge forward, ignoring the scalp pain, and sink your teeth into it. It's only after you taste blood that you realize what you've done.
Reach up and scritch at the base of a horn. "You're a troll, Thparkth. We're kinda built for murdering people." Not that you like your violent side all the time but still.
CG: SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH. Screech and yank your arm out of his mouth, repeatedly smashing his face against the ground with full intention of breaking as much of it as you could. You hated being bit.
GD: "..II thiink II miight need two re2cue my twiin"
DP/DG: NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR YOU HAVE CROSSED LINES YOU DIDN'T WANT TO CROSS Wrap Karkat in red light and /get him off of you/ you lost you fucking /hurt him/ oh my god how did you let yourself go that far. You don't toss him far, or at all really, you still need to make sure he's okay. Catch your breath and wince against the pain as you prop yourself up on your okay elbow. "ii'm so fuckiing sorry, are you alriight?" Your lisp is gone with the teeth he knocked out, and your face is covered in your blood and his and honest to god concern.
Just. Kind of. Stare at the ring. "...I think he'th got thith. Maybe."
GD: "..yeah he doe2." his expression softened away from worry, just watching his better half down there.
CG: Oh no. Oh HELL no. You were fucking /pissed/. You don't even hear the apology, just lunging straight back at him, sickles drawn and face contorted in a seething hiss. You were. Actually quite terrifying right now. Jesus Christ.
GD: Sparks wasn't even thinking about it now, /that/ expression had him up out of his seat and heading down into the fighting area by the shortest route.
DP/DG: SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT NOPE GRAB HIM AGAIN AND PIN HIM STRAIGHT THE FUCK DOWN. WHILE APOLOGIZING. WHY THIS.
You're right after Sparks, worried as /fuck/, but only if he needs more hands. This is moirail territory and you know it.
CG: "OH YOU COWARDLY FUCKING COCKSQUABBLE, LET ME UP RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL /EVISCERATE/ YOU," okay the pinning was freaking you out more, flail and hiss and screech at him as your words just. Flutter gently out of the door in a summer breeze.
GD: "Don't piin hiim liike that you're driiviing hiim iintwo an epii2ode." arms wrapped around KK.. and Sparks had a thin blue glow around himself to absorb kenetic force and protect him from laceration, papping has started. "KK, KK fiight2 over he conceeded."
DP/DG: As soon as Sparks has him, the light flickers out and you kind of. Collapse a bit. And try to get your pumprate down to normal levels. Which is going to be impossible. Pal focuses on you, rather than Karkat, and you apologize to him too, which he tells you to knock off for two seconds until after you've told him what's injured. That leads to you flipping over and a yelp as he pops your shoulder back in before starting to look at the rest of the damage.
CG: You snap at him a couple of times before you realise who it is, deafening growl quietening down significantly. Eventually you stop struggling and just... cling to him and try not to cry in front of people. You sit there hugging your moirail and shaking with adrenaline and fear and fuck knows what else, "S-sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know, I fuck," yeah that just trails off into a mumbled train of apologies.
GD: "Shh shh shh, II'm here, let2 get you out of the riing, Pal'2 got my twiin," He strokes at his hair and kisses him and.. lets just pick KK up, and carry him away from where people are staring.
DP/DG: There are a lot of injurieds, bad ones too, and you can't really /do/ anything about them right now. Not here at least. All of his apologies are met with "Nah, you're fine, you're good, it'th okay, thit happenth" and the like until they start trailing off, when you reach down and lightly pat his broken cheek to wake him back up again. He's probably got at least one concussion, he needs to stay conscious. Sparks scoops up KK and starts leaving, and you do the same, grabbing Derse's head and neck in psionics to keep them immoble. The medics here aren't getting their claws into him, you and yours are more than capable of dealing with this shit.
CG: You just cling and curl up into your moirail, taking deep shaky breaths and just trying to keep your breathing even, "I'm sorry, don't want to hurt him, I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry," yeah back to the mantra.
GD: Once Sparks has KK settled would Pal be willing to go with him to frantically flag down Feferi? hes pretty sure that KK doesn't want her in his hive or he'd call her there instead of going to the palace.
Sparks kisses and paps and shushes gently and nuzzles at him, shh shh shh it was okay, it would be okay shhh. Everything would be okay.
DP/DG: Is he talking about Spark's Feferi? Because if he is, there's not a chance in /hell/ that you're going. You're not dealing with her and her bullshit, especially over medical things. If he's talking about /a/ Feferi, you know one, one you trust, the one that's in this timeline. You'll take him to her arguement free.
GD: Sparks just wants /a/ fef, and very quickly please.
DP/DG: Concider it done.
CG: You're just... going to pass out now. Emotions and exhaustion are a bitch.
GD: KK's probably going to wake up with neat little stitches on his arm.
CG: How delightful.
GD: Sparks has a deep need for twin and moirail ._. little keening whine.
DP/DG: It took two hours for the Fef you know to heal your hands, so this might take a while.
GD: ..will Pal switch with him and stay with KK while he sleeps once FF has been summoned? Sparks thinks his twin is going to want him.
GD: ..Shit he should call grum? he should call grum or or dave or..
DP/DG: Derse will probably pass out once he's allowed to, and then switching will probably be good. Pal doubts the first person Derse wants to see when he wakes up is Pal. Calling someone else is Sparks's call, you don't know them well enough to say.
GD: ..Grum. He'll call grum, Grum is good at slightly incoherant Captor.
DP/DG: Derse would appreciate Grum being there. Hell, he'd appreciate anyone being there.
