#doctorpaint

[isamlamposts]

This is a 4’ x 4’ painting entitled Sunrise that is part of a diptych. No the other half will not be Sunset. You have to wait and see what I’m going to do. #painting #artpaintings #artpaintings🎨 #doctorpainting #doctorpaint #doctorwhoart #doctorartist #artdoctor #hairtx #drsamlam https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Ar193HmPT/?igshid=1ml9uwstt3ric

[doodleswhenishouldbeworking]

Hahahahhahahaha it’s masterpieces like these that make art school truly worth it. The career is nice and all, but I really did it for this.

[coltishdaedalian-blog]

[01:48] -- doctorPaint [DP] began trolling coltishDaedalian [CD] at 01:48 -- [01:50] DP: *goodness gracious, this poor troll! she's thankful that, despite what had happened, so few of their friends ended up in the infirmary, though she had a sneaking suspicion most of them were avoiding it... she couldn't say she blamed them, but still! in any case, mr. daelos seemed to have endured enough for several people, and she's been tending to him since their friends returned.* [01:57] CD: } --> *When he wakes up, the first beautiful sound he greets this infirmary with is a pissed off groan. He sounds like a wounded buffalo.- [01:58] DP: :o [01:58] CD: } --> Nnnghh... [01:59] DP: *he's AWAKE. she gives him some space as he stirs before she dives back into fussing over him.* hello, mr. daelos. can you speak? [02:01] CD: } --> *Not very well. He just makes cracked speech-like noises. He's hooked up for getting fluids, but his mouth is dry as sandpaper.* [02:02] CD: } --> *Confused growl* [02:05] DP: hmm. *she's smiling as she pours him some water.* you're okay now. you're back on the uu. [02:11] CD: } --> Huh. [02:11] CD: } --> *that's not a question. more like a statement. he's squinting really hard.* [02:14] DP: *squint at THIS. she's offering him the water now, holding it to his mouth, since she doesn't really expect him to be able to move much at all.* [02:14] CD: } --> *he can at least twitch his jaw grumpily. 100k at that jaw twitch.. good job d-los.* [02:15] CD: } --> *but he's more interested in the water*. [02:17] CD: } --> *he drinks that stuff pretty enthusiastically.* [02:21] DP: *she pours him some more once he's finished.* we're going to take good care of you. you'll be as healthy as a horse in no time. :) [02:23] CD: } --> *coughs and clears his throat a lot* [02:29] CD: } --> *he is able to speak up after the second glass of water* [02:30] CD: } --> *His voice is still very cracked and weak compared to it's usual rumble.* [02:30] CD: } --> How long have I been unconscious? [02:34] DP: i'm not sure... you were unconscious when they found you and brought you here. and that's been a few hours, at least. [02:51] CD: } --> `Thought it was more. [02:53] DP: it might have been longer...! who knows how long you were unconscious before then... *pours another cup.* well, your cell mates could probably tell me, but everyone is resting right now. [02:53] CD: } --> *he knows he shouldn't do it, but he does it anyway. he wiggles his body a little. he just wants be aware of the situation. the situation is: everything hurts* [02:54] CD: } --> *it even hurts to breathe right now. he's had broken ribs before so he doesn't really need to ask.* [02:54] CD: } --> And what of our enemies? [03:03] DP: *fusses as he starts to shift around.* try not to move, okay...? *she is somewhat avoiding the answer to that question but she does eventually spit it out while she offers more water to him.* [03:03] DP: the captain, um... he blew up their ship. [03:03] DP: after capturing a few of them. [03:03] CD: } --> *It's hard to believe that the ship he just spent an eternity on is now gone. But he can't say he's sorry*. [03:03] CD: } --> Good [03:04] CD: } --> *That line of thinking doesn't do much for him. He becomes disinterested in asking questions.* [03:05] CD: } --> *Old people are great at spacing out.* [03:17] DP: *she understands. she doesn't really expect him to make much conversation, anyway.* if you need anything, just let me know, okay? [03:22] CD: } --> Thank you [03:22] CD: } --> *He focuses on her again for a second* [03:22] CD: } --> The only thing I require is a communicator, if you can find me one [03:22] CD: } --> I don't know what happened to mine [03:23] CD: } --> Failing that, I will continue to rest [03:29] DP: *smiles at him, nodding* okay! i can find you a communicator. it's no problem. *she shuffles around his bed, checking on the monitors and the equipment attached to him one more time before she starts to make her way to the door.* [03:29] DP: i'll be back soon. sleep well, mr. daelos. [03:32] CD: } --> *he closes his eyes, still sitting up. he's not really sleeping, just letting his mind wander. but when you're this spaced out, you may as well be sleeping.* [03:33] -- coltishDaedalian [CD] gave up trolling doctorPaint [DP] at 03:33 --

[ironinfidelity]

In which He’s awake

[05:42] II: *These past few weeks had been the best of his life. Albeit the whole town wide argument over how to deal with the rogue cholerbear sauntering into the main square a few times each perigee was a bit troublesome. Thinking about the silly debate and meeting made Kasvik laugh even now, as he sat on the grass hill over looking the grouped hives and store fronts. Who was it who suggested they build better walls? He was fairly certain that might have been the chief of police, Karkat Vantas. They already had walls designed to keep out the ravenous day walkers, what was the point in designing a whole new public works project to just duplicate something that already existed? Then again, Kasvik wasn't interested in the other favored opinion of hunting the beast down. But someone had to make a decision that would satisfy the people. Politics. . . he was glad he wasn't part of them. Leave the decisions to the others, like Eridan Ampora, and Aranea Serket. Things were peaceful under the democracy held here. Everyone had their words heard. There was no fighting. No killing. Troll like Kasvik, his castemates, and even those like the Nitrams were free of persecution. An ideal utopia in which all the members of this town coexisted and strived to help the community, rather then just their selves.  Kasvik smiled as the dual moons lit up Umbral Ultimate City. From this vantage point he could see the tiny specs of the towns people going about their routine, interacting, making it a real spectator's sport on such a fine night. Kas leaned over and nudged his shoulder against his friend Mikkev's. “Hey so do you guys think that miss Megido's festival is going to be good, or a bust?” The psionic wielder just turned to smile at him and shrugged, and when Kasvik turned to the troll at his other side, his beloved, she just replied with a grin and nuzzled against his arm again. Aradia was the party planner of the council board. She was putting into works a large event to celebrate the passing of souls and seasons. Her events were always a hit or miss, but entertaining in a way to see unfold. As Kasvik returned his attention to gaze down the hill again, he could see his mother making her way to their meeting spot as well. Soon they would all be enjoying the night together. And what a night it was. Cool breeze, bright moons, the smell of thick rolling grass, and woodsmoke. Just perfect. Kasvik let out a deep sigh and leaned back towards the grass. He loved his existence here, and just a civilian, with family and friends, and hardly a care in the world. It was peaceful, it was blissful, is was---

 . . . .wet. The grass was wet beneath him but it hadn't rained in weeks. Kasvik frowned and turned to look down at his hand. What he saw at first looked like dark mud. But thinner. Thick but still smooth and without grains of silt. Something in his chest went cold, and slowly Kasvik lifted his hand higher to breathe in whatever scent was coming off this substance warming his fingers.

The second it hit his nose, Kasvik gagged. It was blood. A mixture of different hues spilled onto the hill side to combine into one thick color. His eyes widened in shocked horror and he quickly looked back up to his comrades to give a quite blunt “What the fu-” but the words stopped before he even finished the statement. They were gone. All of them. The entire town.

No. . .not gone. But he was alone. Kasvik's body began trembling as he stared at a burning city with dozens of bodies littering the grass. Expressions of twisted pain and agony forever etched onto the lifeless faces before him. All bleeding. All dead. All gone.

 Kasvik stood abruptly, stumbling over the broken bodies of his family which were laid before him in a gory mess. They all leaked from puncture wounds, a rainbow of color seeping into the ground and flooding the grass. The smell of death so strong and putrid it made him retch and his eyes water with pink tears. The moment he had made it to his feet his legs quivered and brought him to his knees again, while vomit burned his throat and his nose leaked from the acrid smoke drifting up from their burning homes. Death was everywhere, the sky was red and hot as if the sun was about to drift upwards and incinerate them all. And there. . .there was laughing. It echoed from everywhere at once. It was deafening and Kasvik covered his ears but it still felt as though his head was about to explode, to crumble under the gleeful tremor of the voice.

 Then it came from right behind him. And he dared to turn and look over his shoulder at the one survivor besides himself.

His body went cold. It was Her. The Empress. She wasn't dead. She was alive and standing there trident in hand and bathed in the gore of his people. Of his family. Kasvik couldn't breathe, he couldn't move. Not even when she lifted her golden weapon and drove it into his back and straight through his chest--

His eyes snapped open and bright, hot, white light burned his pupils. He couldn't see, not at first. He still couldn't move either. His body was stiff. Some limbs wouldn't move. Sounds were muffled, but coming back fast. He could hear beeping, matching in time to his elevated pulse. He could hear himself struggling with the oxygen mask around his face as he ripped it off and struggled to take deep, even, breaths. Oh. Oh breathing real air felt good. It felt sore but fresh and unstale.

Kasvik squinted against the light, and the brightness was slowly fading. From what he could make out, this was certainly a medical facility. Wires, machines, tubes were attached to him. He lulled his head to the left and saw his forearm encased in plaster cast. He looked down and saw the same was true for his right leg. To the right was IV's hooked into his arm. Where was he? What the fuck had just happened???*

[06:00] DP: *it had been weeks since the attack now, and every moment of every day unfortunately weighed heavily on her mind. she had to document things like... how long the one called signless had been incapacitated. her heart was heavy knowing how long he was out while also knowing that she may /never/ know when he might wake up, such was the nature of a coma. worse yet, telling the people who care about hi [06:00] DP: m such a thing... needless to say, this job had been more difficult than it had been in a long while. still, she was thankful she wasn't entirely steeled to it, and that she could still hope for him.* [06:00] DP: *it appeared to pay off, in fact, though it was something of a mixed blessing, when she heard activity in his room from where she wandered in the hall. with a startled gasp, she ran inside to see what was the fuss, only to witness him struggling for a moment before ripping away his mask. luckily, his confused tantrum seemed to pass quickly enough and with a small, relieved sigh, she scurried to h [06:00] DP: is side to fuss over him and check his vital signs. it looked like he was calming down, but she had to make sure.* [06:01] DP: mister vantas, please try to relax. [06:07] II: *If Kasvik had tried really hard to focus on it, he might have remembered Dr. Paint more clearly. But Signless was still decently confused. He was less shocked, and less panicked, sure. But still he had no idea what was going on.* Th-The others. . . *He sputtered. His mouth felt numb like it wasn't used to talking. Which was weird he was talking not too long ago.* It was all on fire. Th-The buildi [06:07] II: ngs, th-the fields, everything. [06:08] II: Wha-. . .Where am I? Where a-are they?? [06:13] DP: um... *oh boy, that didn't sound good. helping coma patients understand their situations was always a difficult task... better get her anesthetics ready just in case!* you were having a bad dream, sir. everyone is okay! and so are you. [06:16] II: *He looked at her like she was crazy. Or maybe he was squinting because this room was still pretty bright.* It wasn't. . .i-its not a dream. . . [06:20] DP: well... when you were last awake, some pretty terrible things did happen... it must have made you dream unpleasant things. *shifts a little* [06:20] DP: i know this must be very confusing for you, but i'll answer any questions you have. [06:25] II: I-It wasn't. . . *It wasn't unplesant though. It was wonderful aside from the disturbing end scene. But terrible things happened? Was it the bear? No wait. . .The more he though about it the more Signless began to remember. It was slow going but it was coming back.* The. . .the invasion right? Of the ship? Thats what happened? Thats the- *He paused for a moment and frowned before flicking his tong [06:25] II: ue against the surface of where he should have had a particular mollar.* Am. . .am I missing teeth? [06:32] DP: *was he?? she had to remember... there was just so much to remember, but she eventfully nods, more cheerful sounding than she intended* yes! oh. to all of that, i mean. [06:34] II: *He tries remembering more bits of the fight as he counts how many teeth he lost. So far its a total of three.* And. . .and she was hurt!! My beloved!! *That sudden realization brings a whole NEW wave of panic.* Is she alright!?? [06:34] II: My fellow ambassador where is she??? [06:39] DP: *DON'T MAKE HER STICK YOU WITH THIS NEEDLE TO CALM YOU, SIR. she might be spending too much time with slick. she cannot solve all her problems by stabbing them.* she's okay!! i promise, she's fine, and the rest of your friends are too. [06:43] II: *Okay, so he is slightly more at ease to hear that. Not completely calm but hey, he's not going to shout anymore. Right now anyways.* Thank the gods and all above. . . *He sighed deeply and relaxed back against the pillows again. If he had been dreaming, why was he so tired from just sitting up? It was like his body wasn't used to this type of exersion.....* How long have I been, uh, dreaming? [06:59] DP: *she cleared her throat, trying to approach this one as lightly as possible* well... it's been a while. a few weeks. [07:04] II: Weeks?? *Okay well that was another unpleasant surprise. And it would make sense as to why it felt like he couldn't move very well, with all his stiff joints.* How many weeks? It couldn't have been weeks. [07:05] II: Maybe ONE week pushing it?? But several weeks in a row? No. [07:07] DP: *shakes her head* i'm afraid that... today marks three weeks since attack. [07:07] DP: :( [07:18] II: *Three whole weeks. He just lets that sink in for a moment.* . . . . .Damn. *Okay well now he feels just a strange combination of tired and yet paranoidly awake.* [07:19] II: *After a bit of silence he looks at his broken arm and leg again.* I don't suppose I can get out of this bed anytime soon? *Hes actually is really hoping he can, even though he just woke up from a three week coma. He doesnt want to be laying down for a moment more.* [07:52] DP: well, that is the silver lining here! you're almost done recovering from your injuries! the casts should be able to come off in a couple days. though... you'll have to get used to walking again. that'll take some more time. *those poor deteriorating muscles* [07:54] II: Oh. . . *Sounds like a blast. Except not. Comas are difficult.* Would you, uh, sorry, possibly mind if I just. . .have some time to myself. There are some people I should try contacting. *And he is already searching through his sylladex for his portable com device.* [08:13] DP: *she nods, giving him a small smile* of course! if you need anything, just hit the call button and we'll send someone in. *gestures to the button before she starts to head out, giving him one more concerned look over her shoulder* [08:14] II: *He thanks her but when she looks back he is already typing away at his hand held com device. None of his family is online, so his expression as she leaves is beyond stressed and worried. But thank you Dr. Paint. You would probably be his favorite doctor if he had been to many others.*

[chicaneagamemnon-blog]

[07:03] -- chicaneAgamemnon [CA] began pestering doctorPaint [DP] at 19:03 --

[07:05] CA: *He managed to stay knocked out for almost 14 hours when he finally stirs* *he slowly opens his eyes and blinks at the unfamiliar ceiling, slowly sitting up and glancing around the room*

[07:09] DP: *she's washing BLOOD OFF HER HANDS. but not really, she's just washing her hands after messing with some equipment, humming to herself. after she finishes, she turns around and sees cronus stir* Oh! Good morning.

[07:09] CA: *he blinks slowly at her, still feeling pretty groggy after being sedated like that* vwhere am i?

[07:12] CA: .

[07:13] DP: You're in the infirmary! You had a bit of a melt down. So I sedated you and brought you here to keep an eye on you.

[07:16] CA: ... *turns this information in his head and contemplates trying to turn it into flattery, but decides to actually behave for once* right.

[07:16] CA: howv long do i havwe to stay in here, doc?

[07:17] DP: It depends. *walks over to him, inspecting some of the bandages on his face covering the scratches* How are you feeling?

[07:17] CA: tired.

[07:18] DP: Is that all? *places a finger to her cheek in contemplation* Do you remember what happened last night?

[07:20] CA: its all one big blur but bits and pieces are there...

[07:21] DP: Well, I don't know much about what happened myself. I just know it made you quite upset! So you'll be here at least until you remember what happened.

[07:24] CA: *he runs a hand through his messy hair and stares down at his covered feet.* ... i vwant to talk to her.

[07:24] DP: Hm? Who? *head tilt*

[07:25] CA: the human from last night.

[07:25] DP: Oh... Well, she's detained right now.

[07:26] CA: vwell then undetain her. *glances up at dr. paint*

[07:27] DP: I can't do that. But... I can talk to the head of security and officer serket.

[07:29] CA: *huffs frustratedly* fine then do that.

[07:30] DP: Alright. Just a moment, please. *shuffles off to the side to bug some people*

[07:31] CA: *watches her go and lays back, suddenly wishing he asked for some pudding before she shuffled off*

[07:40] DP: *shuffles back in* Okay, they're coming. *smiles*

[07:41] CA: vwhile im vwaiting get me a pudding cup or something. im hungry.

[07:42] DP: Okay! *turns away, shaking her head, but she isn't really that annoyed*

[07:50] DP: *returns with his pudding. she might as well stare at him while he eats as they wait.*

[07:50] CA: *accepts the pudding and eats it. slowly.* *glances at her, still slowly eating it*

[07:51] DP: *stares with beady eyes*

[07:51] CA: *liiiicks spoon while staring her right in them beady lil eyes*

[07:51] DP: ... *if she breaks eye contact now, he will find her weak*

[07:52] CA: *oh yes. totally*

[07:52] CA: *there might be a slow waggle*

[07:52] DP: *SWEATS*

[07:52] DP: Uh...

[07:53] CA: so you come here often?

[07:54] DP: I work here...

[07:54] CA: oh.

ONWARD TO MEMO

[cranktankerousgeneticist-blog]

[06:30] -- doctorPaint [DP] began trolling cranktankerousGeneticist [CG] at 18:30 --

[06:30] DP: Excuse me! Officer Vantas?

[06:31] KARKAT: YES MA'AM?

[06:32] DP: This Cronus guy says he wants to talk to the human lady from last night.

[06:32] DP: Would it be possible to escort her to the infirmary?

[06:33] KARKAT: I WOULD NEED TO ALERT FIRST MATE SERKET FIRST BEFORE MOVING HER.

[06:35] DP: Hmm. Well, okay! Whatever you need to do.

[06:36] KARKAT: IT'LL ONLY TAKE A MINUTE AND I'LL GET RIGHT BACK TO YOU.

[06:36] DP: That's fine! Thank you.

[06:39] KARKAT: SHE'S APPROVED MA'AM, WE'LL BE DOWN IN A MOMENT.

[06:39] DP: Great! See you.

[06:39] -- doctorPaint [DP] gave up trolling cranktankerousGeneticist [CG] at 18:39 –

[chicaneagamemnon-blog]

In which.... the talk. Take two.

KARKAT: *Karkat leads rose down to the infirmary and knocks on the door* MSPAINT: *answers the door like HEEEYY* *ok but seriously she lets them inside* ROSE: -This seems like a very poor idea to her. She is not terribly excited to see in what glorious way she can break his mind this time.- ROSE: -I mean. Okay. When she lines up the words like that, it sounds kind of fun, but it's not, and it was definitely awful when it happened.- CRONUS: *is sitting there, eating pudding from one of those lil pudding cups* ROSE: ...Hello. CRONUS: *he sets it to the side and folds his hands together, and eyes Rose down his nose* vwell. vwell. vwell. ROSE: You requested my presence? CRONUS: i sure did. do you knowv VWHY i did? ROSE: No. CRONUS: i vwanted to thank you. because of you im finally seeing the light. the vworld is nowv vwisible and covwered in filth. ROSE: -She cringes.- ROSE: ...Oh. CRONUS: im throwving it all avway. the magic, the lies, evwerything. im a newv troll nowv, ready to vwalk a different path. ROSE: -She runs a hand through her hair.- ...I... see. I really shouldn't be thanked. That was not handled... gracefully, or fairly. Not at all. CRONUS: do you see an ungrateful troll right here? no, you dont. you see a changed troll vwho doesnt need apologies of any kind. although... CRONUS: if youre REALLY that sorry you can help me out vwith this vwhole... renewved thing. ROSE: What it is you'd want from me? CRONUS: youre the one vwho pointed out this vwhole human culture thing to me. you might as vwell go the vwhole vway and teach me as much as you knowv, because its pretty obvwious vwhat the superior culture is nowv. ROSE: That is an extremely extensive topic to cover. ROSE: I'm neither a historian or an artificer, I'm not sure I could relay much beyond what I've lived. CRONUS: *furrows his brows* if you dont do it i vwont talk to my expeople and get them to back off. ROSE: I understand. I'm just relaying a concern. ROSE: I can help. I will help, and agree to these terms. CRONUS: svweet. *glances at karkat* youre not putting her back in detainment or vwherevwer she vwas right? KARKAT: NOT IF EVERYTHING IS FINE, NO. CRONUS: good because i might need her. a lot. ROSE: You're going to speak to them? ROSE: -Something about that statement was utterly terrifying.- CRONUS: yeah thats vwhat i implied i vwould do. ROSE: How soon? I understand that they've been following us. CRONUS: as soon as i feel like it. ROSE: -Sigh.- ROSE: ...Right. ROSE: Should we get started now, then? KARKAT: *what the fuck you disatertastrophy* CRONUS: on teaching me? hmmm..... maybe after ivwe had a bit more to eat. MSPAINT: *crosses arms* Oh! What would you like? *internal grumbling* ROSE: I don't have any materials with me right now. CRONUS: EH... *waves his hand around* anything. CRONUS: *glances at rose* vwell i guess vwell just havwe to do it later then vwont vwe? MSPAINT: *more pudding it is* CRONUS: *hell yeah* ROSE: The coersion with your followers won't be necessary. ROSE: I'm willing, perfectly. CRONUS: vwell ill... svwing by your room later or something. ROSE: I'll have to prepare everything, then. ROSE: -She glances to Karkat.- KARKAT: *puts up hands* LIKE I SAID YOU'RE FREE TO GO. ROSE: -She nods and slips out of the room.- KARKAT: . . .WELL THEN. *gestures to door with guards, ollie outtie. Lets bounce* CRONUS: *slurps pudding and watches them go* MSPAINT: *waves goodbye... oh*

[chicaneagamemnon-blog]

Operation: Talk down Cronus

ARANEA: *after collecting rose, she leads the two of them cronus’ room, reluctantly hovering outside his door 8efore 8iting the 8ullet and knocking* Excuse me? Mr. Ampora? May I have a word with you? ROSE: -Rose is sort of quiet right now, glancing at Aranea. She probably wanted to speak first, all things considered, but neither of them had seen what state the seadweller had been in, yet.- CRONUS: *he’s surprised anyone wants to actually see him, standing up and going to answer the door. He looks like a mess, his hair messy, he’s not wearing a shirt, and he’s taken a marker and scribbled all over his forhead* vwell, im finally getting vwisitors, huh? ROSE: -Shit, this is pretty bad. She feels like fidgeting, as she certainly didn’t feel any kind of pity for him before— but he was looking pretty miserable.- ARANEA: *can’t hold 8ack her surprise and confusion 8y his current state* Uh…….. *attempts to compose herself* Yes! Hello there, sir. This is your First M8, Aranea Serket. I’m not sure if we have actually met face to face, yet. It’s a pleasure! And er… *glances at Rose* This is our ship’s therapist, Rose Lalonde… CRONUS: … *squiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiints at rose* uh huh. in other vwords… the one vwho tried to bring enlightenment. ROSE: We’ve spoken, I’m sure you recall. ARANEA: *forces a smile* We have some things we’d like to discuss with you, if that’s alright with you! May we come in? ROSE: I’m very sorry. It was not my intention to leave you in this state. CRONUS: *steps aside and waves them in, but he’s giving rose such a stinkeye* vwe can discuss things…  ROSE: -She steps inside only after Aranea.- CRONUS: *his room is kind of a mess too, with stuff laying around all over the place* ARANEA: *clears her throat once she’s inside, standing awkwardly with her hands folded 8efore her, her whole 8ody tense.* ARANEA: To 8e right to the point, we would first like to apologize formally for any ill treatment that have had to endure 8y our staff. It is highly unprofessional and, so you know, your complaints have 8een filed and our commanding officers are taking action upon us for our indiscretion.  ARANEA: We are aware that this has made you… Well… rather unsatisfied! And we know that no one, especially your followers, want to see you in such an unhappy st8… ARANEA: *glances 8ack to Rose now* We would also like to give you a more personal apology… considering what you had 8een exposed to. ROSE: -She tilts her head, glancing at Aranea.- ROSE: -Then back over at Cronus.- ROSE: No, actually, I’m afraid my apology isn’t very personal in nature. The fact that you have been ‘exposed’ to anything is no fault of anyone’s.  ROSE: It is the fact that you have been ostensibly lied to, with no concern for your own personal well being, to be propped up as some kind of… figurehead for the purposes of some organization’s gratification. ROSE: And it’s rather sickening. ARANEA: *fuckin GASPS* CRONUS: … vwhat?  ROSE: I’ll articulate as much as necessary. ROSE: You’ve been cheated. Robbed.  ARANEA: !!!!!!!! CRONUS: *eyebrows furrow* vwhat are you saying? that… youre… no my LIFE isnt a LIE!! *claws at his face* ARANEA: Y-you! You!!!!!!!! *gra8s at Rose’s arm* You have no idea what you’re talking a8out! Now apologize to him PROPERLY. ROSE: -That was a fucking terrifying thing to see, but she just had to power right the fuck on through in order for this to pay off at all.- Listen to me! That book is ON Earth. It is there. ROSE: If that truly was the purpose of this mission, you would have found them, sooner or later.  ROSE: Every religious leader throughout history has had a crisis of faith.  ROSE: A challenge to overcome. CRONUS: I DONT 8ELIEVWE YOU. this is ALL I HAVWE.  ROSE: It is not. ROSE: You have the means to be anything you desire. ROSE: -She is doing her best to ignore Aranea and the grip on her arm, focused solely on Cronus. Her heart is pounding, but there’s no compromising now.- CRONUS: but this is vwhat i VWANTED. this is… THEY DIDNT LIE TO ME THEY COULDNT HAVWE.  ARANEA: *she has no idea what to do and she’s panicking* Just…! Who do you think you are?! What m8kes you think it’s your place to speak to him like this!!!!!!!!! *looks frantically 8etween them, unconvinced either are even listening to her* CRONUS: . ROSE: Then you question them. Question the stories you’ve been told. I have never heard a tale of a prophet who was meant to be hidden away from the people, behind doors which only the adequately holy may enter. ROSE: That is nothing but a perversion. ARANEA: FUCK!!!!!!!! *gets on her communication device* CRONUS: but i VWASNT…. I VWAS HIDDEN ON HERE 8UT I VWAS NEVWER… HIDDEN ON EUROPA…  ROSE: Were you? ROSE: Because I don’t believe that was the case. Perhaps a select few. But this has been a charade. CRONUS: *Collapses to the floor, still clawing at his face* nnnnnooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP IT. KARKAT: *Doesn’t really want to do this but also kind of saw it coming but still enters with haste not a full minute after Aranea messaged him* ARANEA: *lets go of Rose in favor of approaching Cronus* S-sir please! Don’t listen to her, it’s alright… *notices Karkat come in and shoots a wild glance Rose’s way* ROSE: What’s not alright is that we’re here to just — just fucking placate and whitewash this entire, grotesque miscarriage of anything!  ROSE: We’re just supposed to keep our heads down and accept every atrocity that we see, and be damned because that’s how he was raised. That’s what some group of madmen arbitrarily decided was reason. KARKAT: *cuffs her and does an additional hand over the mouth kind of thing before hissing* SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHATTER HIS GODDAMN REALITY WHEN OTHER PEOPLE’S LIVES AREN’T IN DANGER! KARKAT: AND I SWEAR TO SHIT IF YOU BITE ME I WILL HEADBUTT THE EVERLOVING *FUCK* OUT OF YOU! CRONUS: EVWERYTHING IS GONE. HOPE IS OVWER. EVWERYTHING IS GONE. HOPE IS OVWER. ROSE: -She thrashes as the cuffs go on her. A wave of force seems to strike everyone in the room, quite possibly enough to bowl them over.- ARANEA: This is far GR8ER than your own self righteous sense of morality!!!!!!!! You cannot even 8egin to understand the whole scope of repercussions your actions here can cause! *hisses* Now get her the fuck out of here, for god’s S8KE!!!!!!!! ARANEA: *sends out another message too* KARKAT: *wasn’t expecting that and does skid back, his shoes squeaking on the floors before he growls and makes another attempt to haul her out the room* ROSE: -Well this time it works. - ARANEA: *oops, let’s see she said that and got hit 8ecause that’s a hilarious slap in the face to aranea* MSPAINT: *shuffles into the room* Oh my! … *attempts to sneak around behind Cronus with a BIG FUCKIN NEEDLE* ROSE: -She still thrashes as she’s dragged, but it doesn’t seem like there are any more surprises, or any other significant backlashes. The cuffs are absolutely driving her crazy, though, and she isn’t looking much like she usually does.- CRONUS: *he’s too b usy rolling around and clawing at himself to notice DOCTOR PAINT*  MSPAINT: … *just kinda pokes him with a sedative* KARKAT: *not trying to reason with her at this point and just gets some of his guards to spot him so she could be taken down to detaining* CRONUS: *THRASH YELL thrash yell thrash……..* *unconscious* ARANEA: *heavy, angry 8reathing* Damn it all…….. MSPAINT: *looks between her and cronus kanaya style* Well… That’s enough excitement for one evening! Let’s get his body to the infirmary, shall we? *cheerfully starts lifting him up* ARANEA: ::::| *sighs and helps her haul him there*