#twin agnostics

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TA: two be hone2t ii would probably fuckiing 2uck ball2 then what kiind of hero liive2 underwater

TA: al2o ii hate 2wiimiing 2o iit wouldnt be a thiing

TA: ii would be done before ii 2tarted and would mo2t liikely drown

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TA: ii can barely fuckiing under2tand your garble up there but iim pretty 2ure you 2aiid keyboard 2o ii have two a22ume

((also the first thing I thought of is human mituna gnawing on a keyboard so here go:

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So remember when I said They dressed the same?

CS:choiice

PL: 2o fuckiing choiice

MT: H4H44HHH3HH4HWH30U1H!!!!!1!!

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TA: ii'll be hone2t, for a 2econd ii wa2 goiing two try two an2wer thii2 a2 iif iit were any kiind of clear real que2tiion at all

TA: but dude ii really have no fuckiing clue what you're talkiing about 2orry

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Last time on Superstuck-->

In Response to:

http://twisted-capriform.tumblr.com/post/27947813078/about-time-something-starts-motherfucking-happening

Your name is Sollux Captor, and today, you are a mild-mannered working man who happens to have a conference with some low-tech morons in Skaiaopolis. You do try to act cheerful, but you aren't much for crowd or people, even when it means using your mad skills to help earn yourself some money.

Of course, nothing ever runs smoothly for a guy who secretly wears tights- Especially when that guy happens to be two people. Just as you're about to close the deal with these freaks in suits, you're interrupted by a terrifiying--

The group is rushed out of the building in a panic. You on the other hand, find your way up onto the roof. The smoke coming up over the buildings means there is, once again, shit that need your heroing expertise. 

Once you are certainly out of view from the crowd of workers barreling out of the buildings, you put the flat piece of metal between your fingers.

As Castor and Pollux, The Twin Agnostics, You barrel toward the eminent danger.

"HAHAHAAH honk! hahahahaa HONK!"

Over the smoke, you both can see a strange whit balloon with a purple emblem painted on it's front. Over a speaker set up in the little balloon, the maniacal and strange laughter rings as the crowd below panics.

Pollux thinks quickly from his place in the air and fires at the obvious culprit--

"uh.."

"niice goiing, geniius. you're two good at thiis. really."

"hey fuck you! iit wa2 an aciident!!"

The two of you begin to bicker, until something interrupts you.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

The crowd is trapped and screaming beneath your feet as you float with Castor's powers.

"we dont have tiime for thii2, C2. the whole fuckiin downtown'2 on fiire."

"hm...hey! can you shoot the fuck out of all the fiire hydrants?"

"....ah yeah ii get iit."

Castor lowers her brother to the ground, where he runs the whole park blasting open the many hydrants scattered throughout. If they didn't catch him, at least they could save the civillians.

The people cheer in thanks for your help.

"yeah!! twiin agnostiics are apeshiit bananas!!"

"you are 2uch a dork...."

The day is saved...well, mostly. You still have a lot to do for the sick and injured, but now that the fires are out, there shouldn't be much problem from him, right?

Whoever he was....

[theamuzing]

Continuing the Superstuck streak with rich genius SOLLUX CAPTOR!

At some point I'll draw his alter-egos, POLLUX and CASTOR, aka, the TWIN AGNOSTICS, at some later point. 8D

Patron troll ftw!

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Pollux and Castor: Strife!!

“way to go geniiu2!!” you snap at your brother as you stand below him. He frowns down at your in turn. You don't know what he's so angry about. You're the one that go doused with a giant tidal wave whilst practicing your skills on the beach.

“oh and youre doiing such a great job ii bet those seagulls would agree youre the best at fryiing them two death!!” he snapped floating down to glare at your.

“that wa2nt a mii2take tho2e thiing2 are a menace, and you alway2 do 2hiit liike thii2. iit'2 fuckiing embarra22iing!!”

“YOU always make such a biig deal about everythiing ii do ii can't breath the wrong way wiithout you snappiing at me!”

“that'2 cause iit'2 IIMPORTANT to 2tay focu2ed!! what iif there wa2 a fire and you'd dropped all the water to far to dou2e the fiire--”

“ii would just go and get more fuckiing water!!”

“whiile people BURNED!”

“probably cause YOU were shootiing wiith the aim of a two year old!”

“ii TOLD you that wa2 on PURPO2E!!”

“WHAT KIIND OF HERO SHOOTS AT HARMLESS ANIIMALS??”

“THE 2AME KIIND THAT HA2 TO DEAL WIITH A LO2ER PARTNER!!”

“SHUT UP!”

“II'D BE BETTER OFF IIF II JU2T LEFT YOU FOR GOOD!!”

“PL!!”

“2OLLUX BARELY NEED2 YOU!!”

Then, Castor looked at you like you'd just shot him in the gut. That was the really reason you two were always fighting. Fighting over who was really Sollux, and who was the useless half that didn't need to exist. Who got what they wanted, and who had to sit in the back of his mind and watch. You didn't flinch when he snarled at you and began to kick up sand with his powers, you just readied your self for a fight.

Castor gripped around your neck, and you shot at him.

That was when you realized it was the biggest mistake you had ever made. Both of you collapsed to the ground, screaming. You could feel static running through you, right up from your gut and you could see from his reaction.

Whatever he did to you, he felt it, and whatever you did to him, you did.

You two couldn't kill each other if you wanted to. It would be suicide.

Castor held onto his half-crushed neck and gasped for breath. You watched him as you slowly recovered from the pain of the blast you'd sent him. You never knew how badly that hurt until now. He squinted up at you, slightly shaking from his spot on the ground.

You sigh, and force yourself to get up, and walk over to him. “...ii gue22..ii wa2 beiing a liittle har2h...”

“....ii messed up...”

“2o diid ii.”

He looks up at you as you reach a hand down to help him up.

“that'2 enough traiiniing for one day, alriight?”

“...yeah.”

He took your hand, and the two of you became Sollux once more. He walked back to the lab, sore and tired. “....he wa2 wrong...ii need you both.”