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Affiliated with Pandora's Box Lumen I1 Sin of Wrath

[mugenmeiro-deactivated20130710]

All the samurai can do is stared, albeit his resistance to widen his eyes, at the man -alien?- in front of him.

“Shit…I’ve landed myself in the landmine.” Kanda thought to himself. From what the other have said, it took Kanda a few seconds to took out the extra expletive words to be able to comprehend what he’s trying to say. He find himself fascinated by his way of speech. Is it some kind of slang language?

Finding no reason to be alert at a nondangerous situation, Kanda’s arm retract to its uniformed position-crossed against his chest.

“What’s my reason to help you?”

“And don’t call me ‘bro’. I’m no one’s brother.”

[terminallyclownish]

That actually managed to make Gamzee pause, his smile shrinking from his wide grin to a slightly strained version of his usual vacant smile. He was used to people straight up ignoring him-- he'd had it all his life, after all-- but it still rubbed him the wrong way knowing at what he knew now.

He shrugged again, hiding his slight irritation behind a short chuckle. What was the point in anything if you couldn't see the mirth behind it, after all. "Ain't a reason I got, man. Just be all kinds of motherfucking aces to have some motherfucker get their telling on at me on where this is all being, yeah?"

He held both hands up, palms out, every inch the compliant gentletroll. "Aw, I don't mean nothing by it, brother. Just all like to be a thing what I get to be doing, you know?"

[ore-sama-no-turn-da-ze]

terminallyclownish started following you

Another hour, another moment of boredom. Well, maybe if he wandered around more, he’d find something or someone to interest him for the time being. At least it’d be better than losing his mind, crafting lead dolls to trap people’s souls into and then destroying them because he left something in one of them.

And then a walking being with horns suddenly caught his interest. “Hey, you over there,” he called out to the troll, certainly not knowing what he’d be in store for.

[terminallyclownish]

For a weird dimension with no rhyme or reason to it, this place was sure boring. It didn't help that Gamzee still didn't have the slightest idea where this actually was, or how to leave. It was making him antsy; he had shit to do back in the Furthest Ring and in the Dreambubbles, didn't have time to be messing around here. He was trying to keep himself calm, though, 'cause he'd made a damn promise. Someone calling out to him was a welcome distraction from spending too much time in his own head.

The slight scowl he'd been wearing rearranged itself into a wide grin as he turned, raising a hand in a lazy greeting. He raised an eyebrow when he got a good look at the person who'd called out. And he'd thought the humans on the meteor had looked weird. "Sup, brother? How can this motherfucker all be like to get helping you?"

[rnollymauk]

December 22nd; we’re in Capricorn territory now, motherfuckers.

[mugenmeiro-deactivated20130710]

Kanda had felt a strange presence when he was pondering about his location. Who wouldn’t when they have woken up to find themselve in the middle of nowhere, a vast of…abnormality. His hand automatically reached out for his sword, Mugen, when the presence behind him spoke.

“Sup, brother. Guess I ain’t all being the only motherfucker lost as cullbait in the ocean, huh?”

Kanda turned and glared at the person -Akuma? No…-in front of him. Still agitated to draw his sword, Kanda kept his calm demeanor and said.

“The only one lost here is you.” He said sourly, never in his world would he admit that he’s lost, especially not to strangers. 

[terminallyclownish]

Even without specifically watching for it, it was pretty hard to miss the human half reaching for his weapon. Gamzee had grown up alone near the ocean, after all, and even when he'd been blitzed out of his pan on sopor he'd been able to spot pretty easy when a salty motherfucker was itching to strife. He'd react in kind, pull his clubs from his strife deck just for kicks, except he'd promised his moirail to get his calm on. He just continued to grin, giving an expansive shrug.

"Well shit, bro, if that ain't all kinds of motherfuckin' miraculous. Motherfucking bitchtits, man." He gestured with his hands as he spoke, to keep his hands busy and away from the scratches on his face as much as anything. "'Cause, see, if you ain't all bein' lost as a baby motherfuckin' woolbeast, you can be spilling the wicked news on where this is all like to motherfucking be, you dig?"

[mugenmeiro-deactivated20130710]

terminallyclownish

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“Who the hell are you people?” The lone samurai asked lowly. He was in no mood to socialized at this moment. He woke up with no recollection of ever falling asleep in a room smelt of gunpowder and darted out of the place.

He stared at the individuals that had approached him previously and grunted. He’s not going to ask what in the world is going on from strangers, his pride won’t let him, not when he’s the one that looks like a lost dog.

“….”

[terminallyclownish]

Gamzee had thought wandering would help maybe find a way out. It worked with dreambubbles, if you walked long enough and had the know how on how to work round Paradox Space. Not here, though. All it'd got him here was face to face with some human-looking fuck with an attitude familiar to anyone who'd dealt with as many self-important highbloods as he had. Easy enough to ignore with a lazy grin and an equally lazy wave, especially considering he had an inkling the human was as new to this place as he was.

"Sup, brother. Guess I ain't all being the only motherfucker lost as cullbait in the ocean, huh?"

[terminallyclownish]

miraculous (intro/open)

Pretty much the first thing Gamzee noticed was that his head hurt. But it wasn't the dull throb of pure rage at the base of his horns or the prickly itch of coming off the sopor, just the sharp ache he got when he'd first taken to the vents and bashed his horns up something fierce. Which... made sense, considering that's what had happened. He'd tried to turn too fast in the vent when the things had grabbed his legs and pulled and there really wasn't enough room for him to turn at all.

It would pass. He hadn't broken anything, he knew that much. He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around. He didn't need proof this wasn't just a dreambubble; he'd spent enough time in them to recognise one when he was in it. And this sure wasn't the meteor. It was almost worrying. Sure, he'd just been killing time before he had to set his plans in motion, but being here meant he'd left his palebro behind. Besides, he needed to be on the meteor. Shit was important. He didn't quite know how he knew, just that he did.

No point worrying at what you couldn't change before you could, though. He'd find a way back, no question. You couldn't keep a clown down, whether by death or sticking him in some weird as shit looking place. He got to his feet, his usual vague smile slipping easily into place despite the ache in his pan. Wasn't as though he'd never pretended there was nothing up before.

It wasn't long before he almost literally ran into somone, stopping just short of actually colliding with them. Wasn't his fault-- he still tended to space out at times, though now it was less because of staring at the miracles painting themselves on anything and more for contemplating his motherfucking purpose. He gave a lazy wave to the person he'd nearly bumped into, his smile stretching into a lazy grin despite the sting to the unhealed scratches on his face. "Shit, man, didn't get to motherfuckin' seeing you there, all sneaking up on a brother like the giddiest of mother fucking ninjas. Shit's straight up motherfuckin' unruly."

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[shelbycragg]

I’ve been down on bended knee talkin’ to the man from Galilee He spoke to me in the voice so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel’s feet He called my name and my heart stood still When he said, “John go do My will!”

[shelbycragg]

like a good ol’ fashioned nightmare

[terminallyclownish]