#tz rp

[hotveined]

@tzontic​ liked for a starter

It had taken time, far too much time, in order for him to collect himself in the most literally sense of the word. It was harder to manage than anything he’d known to date and but he couldn’t have returned until it was done. Complete. When it finally was done, he was then stuck with the job of careful consideration of what to do next. He had no word on the state of Kars or Wamuu and thus his decision-making was blind, something he was never a fan of in any respect. Even then, his choices were surprisingly limited, though clearly laid out.

He had returned to where he last knew them to be, before the more modern mansion had been acquired. It was only logical and he had been there since, finding it to be disappointingly empty. As time passed, even with as much investigating as he dared to make, there was little information he could find on the exact fate of his companions to be found. The closest he may get to finding out would be to track down the Joestar boy but that idea struck him as a bad one on multiple levels. 

And so he endured for decades in reclusive self-imposed exile from the rest of the world. It was debatable whether or not his ability to give himself a second chance was a good one.

Esidisi had grown so accustomed to silence that any noise out of the ordinary caught his attention immediately, from the tiniest roaming animal to what could have been the presence of something larger. In this case, his chin raised and he cocked his head to one side, listening again for the sound to be certain there was one to begin with. There was, though he didn’t stir within the darkness. If some stray human had come to investigate this place, they would be met only with their untimely demise, for he did not wish to be disturbed. He would wait, though. Wait to see what they, or it, did upon arrival. 

[justicescales]

1 GU3SS 1TS MY TURN

> Karkat: Short-circuit.

What the fuck do you think you are, a mess of wire and motherfuckerboard instead of a bloodpusher, blood, and tissue? You do not 

short-circuit. It doesn’t matter that one of your dirty cheeks is now clean as a goddamn whistle, disregarding what else your companion has been licking, or that your shoulder has been uncomfortably digging into a conveniently located window pane for a while now, the window pane being something you hastily grabbed on to for balance. You are not going to short fucking circuit. 

Instead, you heave a sigh, right yourself, and test your balance. It’s been a couple of days and you haven’t really eaten, but — whatever. 

TEREZI. 

TEREZI I HAD GRIME ON MY FUCKING FACE. COULDN’T YOU SMELL IT? DON’T TELL ME YOUR OLFACTORY SENSORS ARE DYING WITH THE LAST FLICKERING EMBERS OF OUR HOPE, *AGAIN*, OR SOMETHING. THAT IS THE LAST THING I NEED AT THIS POINT.

YOU MIGHT WANT TO CLEAN OUT YOUR PALATE TOO BUT FUCK, DOES IT EVEN MATTER TO YOU??

You’re kind of rambling. You’re very aware of this. 

YEAH YEAH I KNOW YOU GET YOUR KICKS OUT OF MY GODFORSAKEN BLOOD AND SHIT AND PRETTY MUCH EVERY OTHER BODILY SECRETION THAT ISN’T INHERENTLY DISGUSTING.

BUT MY SKIN IS GREY, TEREZI, UNLESS GREY IS ALSO ONE OF YOUR FAVOURITE FLAVOURS NOW??

I SEEM TO RECALL YOU SAYING IT WAS “DRAB DIRTY PAVEMENT”, MUCH LIKE THE VERY GROUND WE ARE UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO STAND ON.

You cough to clear your throat. You also wonder why you’re not acting up more. You should be formulating plans, you dipshit! You should be roping people into protests and revolutions. The fate of more than one universe rests on your well-worn shoulders, and your shoulders are doing a crap job. 

You brush off these thoughts by glaring harder than usual. One shitty encounter at a time, right? Look, you’re face to face with the Seer of goddamn Mind here. You need to get off your sorry ass and get straight to work.

This is the perfect time to start gathering intel again. 

WHERE DID YOU EVEN FUCKING COME FROM, ANYWAY?? AS IN, WHICH SECTOR, WE WERE BOTH ON THE METEOR BEFORE THIS HAPPENED

AND

DO YOU REMEMBER HOW YOU GOT HERE??

Three. Two. One--Aha!

There it was!

Karkat's post-being-licked rant!  It's such a predictable outcome that the laughter was almost immediate.

TEREZI: 4H4H4H4H4H4 TEREZI: OH TEREZI: 1S TH4T WHY YOU SM3LL3D SO W31RD?  TEREZI: 1 W4S WOND3R1NG WH4T TH4T W4S!!

You were wondering why he smelled so weird yet you licked him anyways.  He smelled weird, but you still licked him.  Terezi I think it's time you checked your life choices.

You stop laughing half way through his first rant and manage to last until half way through his second.  At which point you just can't help yourself.

TEREZI: GOD K4RK4T! TEREZI: M4YB3 WH4T3V3R YOU H4V3 B33N ROLL1NG 1N G4V3 YOU FL4VOR! TEREZI: H4H4H4H4

Yeah that was complete nonsense.  Honestly he tasted just as he said he should've; like dirty pavement, along with some other strange tastes that you'd rather not place.  But it wasn't an utterly terrible taste, it just wasn't at all good!  

All in all though, you didn't even really pay attention to his actual taste.  It was just so much more fun to tell people they tasted delicious--or terrible--than telling them they tasted neutral and weird. This time you just happened to take the potentially sarcastic nice route!  But of course, Karkat had to take your pseudo compliment and debunk it completely!

Oh well, this situation is really silly anyways, and Karkat's next question makes it seem like he thinks so too.

==>

TEREZI: 1 C4M3 FROM S3CTOR S1X TEREZI: TH3 R34LLY N1C3 SM3LL1NG ON3! TEREZI: TH1S ON3 DO3SNT SM3LL SO N1C3 BUT 1 LOST TR4CK OF WH1CH ON3 1T 1S

You pause, trying once again to remember what caused you to end up in this city.  But, like the other times you've contemplated this same question, you can't even remember the dream bubble you had been in, let alone how you got here.  It's so frustrating.  And despite knowing that at least a few of your friends were here too, you haven't really been able to talk to them much, so you don't even know if they remember anything either.

TEREZI: UGH TEREZI: NO 1V3 TR13D 4ND 1 ST1LL C4NT R3M3MB3R 4NYTH1NG TEREZI: 1 W4S 4SL33P ON THE HORN P1L3 4ND TH3N 1 WOK3 UP H3R3

TEREZI: HOW 4BOUT YOU, WH1CH S3CTOR DO YOU L1V3 1N? TEREZ1: 4ND DO YOU R3M3MB3R 4NYTH1NG 4BOUT G3TT1NG H3R3?

Finding out how you all got here was one of the most important mysteries you needed to solve, since it would probably be the key to getting you back.  But you also needed to figure out why you were here, what this 'social experiment' was for.  Paradox space rarely threw you into a situation that didn't have an impact on something or another, so learning the purpose of this place was probably paramount to not fucking everything up more--maybe.  Another important goal you should focus on is figuring out who else from yours or the human's sessions got brought here.

But before all of that...

TEREZI: UHH TEREZI: K4RK4T TEREZI: B3FOR3 W3 ST4RT SH4R1NG MOR3 NOT3S TEREZI: M4YB3 W3 SHOULD F1ND YOU 4 B4TH TUB!

[justicescales]

The smell of Victory is in the air [@prize winners]

sniff.

sniff sniff.

sniff.

This small grey alien--demon?--girl has been following you since everyone left the core with their prizes.  She's been kind of keeping her distance, but every now and then you hear a strange noise from behind you.  

Is she....sniffing at you?

After a few more moments of this creepy stalking she finally calls out to you.

TEREZI: H3Y TEREZI: 1 4M CUR1OUS TEREZI: D1D YOU B34T YOUR SH4DOW?