Kurloz from Planet 413

Some Like It Black

#testing-testing-kurloz #auxilliatrix #some like it black #dubcon #trigger warning?

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[MASS MEDIA MESSAGE 01]:Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you’d like to hear it I can sing it for you. It’s called Daisy.

[TT sent Daisy.mp3]

Thank you for your participation.

#testing-testing-kurloz #androidkaworumakesmegodokidoki

(... These motherfuckers be crazy. The motherfuck this android bitch be spittin bout daisies and shit? And he's tossin this anscetor music to every muggalo under the sun? Goddamn. The miraculous bard of wickedness don't have time for this.)

[MASS MEDIA MESSAGE 01]:Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you’d like to hear it I can sing it for you. It’s called Daisy.

#androidkaworumakesmegodokidoki #testing-testing-kurloz

Some Like It Black

For a man who’s prospect was once destroying rage- it was almost amusing- the rapacity with which he horded it. The intense silence he was subject to, bringing with it unease for most he was sure to cross, was frustrating at best for the sylph. While Kanaya was apt to reading social cues most times, the mime eluded her. His thoughts slipped right through her fingers and she hated it. Of course it was easy to figure why he’d front with such sweetness. A ploy! Nothing about any repugnant purpleblood was caring. Nor saccharin for that matter.

So why had Kanaya allowed him to dull her attention like this? Even with the way she held tightly to his face, there was still her weigh resting in his hands. And even with her gut telling her that something bad would happen, she still allowed herself to find respite here. The man was a potential kismesis, if anything. Yet this was turning sickeningly nice. Kanaya closed her eyes, stomach dropping inside \as her eyes fell shut. A moments rest, only a moment.

#testing-testing-kurloz #auxilliatrix #some like it black #thatwhenit'sbasicallyrapebutnotcausealiens #I'll put a warning up just in case #Rape #Trigger warning

And a moment to take. His eyes remaining shut, Kurloz's grip on her hips tighten, fingers almost piercing her flesh as he yanks her to him. At the same time, his lips clench down hard, pushing her head back as his quiet passion turns to raging lust. Pulling her around as if he already owned her, Kurloz forcibly ground her lower body against his.

So delicious. Such succulent flavor, this one... a deadly mix of adorably naive and mouth-watering wrath that calls him in. Whether or not she's been expecting the oily black beating she's about to get doesn't matter. Kurloz is here for one thing. And regardless of whether she wants it or not, he's going to get it.

Some People Just Like to Fall

A few soft groans escaped him for a short while until he managed to roll over onto his his stomach. God that fucking hurt. How fucking tall was that tree? Looking up, he saw where he fell from and hissed. It hurt just as bad as it should. Damn. His back ached and his hips throbbed with pain from how he fell and he was pretty sure he was going to be walking funny due to the bruising that was taking place now.

That had to be his least favorite thing about this stupid mutation, he bruised so easily.

With a huff, Karkat pushed himself into his hands and knees and slowly got up with a groan. "Fucking- ugh." He placed his hands on the back of his neck and rubbed it. After a moment of whining to himself about the pain, he looked around and instantly saw Kurloz. Where the fuck did this guy come from?

Narrowing his eyes, Karkat stood straight and looked him before as he saw the other wave. Alright, he's saying hi. Guess there was no harm in waving back or sat least saying a verbal salutation. "Uh...hi, Karlos? Or whatever, right?" He popped his neck and grunted.

#god my head was blank for this one #come on Alias let's get it together #Some people just like to fall #testing-testing-kurloz #shattered-irons

Such a pitiful little shit. Motherfucker would almost be laughably idiotic if he didn't make it his life's goal to get in Kurlos's way. Luckily for him, his transgressions are just enough balanced out by his simplicity and manipulability that he doesn't earn himself a righteous blow to the skull.

As innocent and quietly friendly as ever, Kurloz steps over to Karkat, offering the fallen troll a hand up. The pasty smile coating his expression like paint over canvas. No matter how much the mutant knows about him, Kurloz will impose himself the two-dimensional side character, the base one only included to fill a room, the one left standing in the background.

Let's have a relashionship, motherfucker.

Where's Your Head At

Pfffft. Kurloz chuckled noiselessly to himself as he watched Jaspers work itself into a panic. Such a delightfully silly creature. Not much in the way of intelligence, that’s for sure. It’s skull must be missing the left half of its processing capability… meaning the kitty will either be a riot or a pain in the waste-dispensing-orifice.

He leans forward slightly, resting his head on his palms as he watches Japsers intently. Just a bit more, and the thing should get caught in the trap… although if it continued to spout its idiocy, he might have to jump down there and involve himself directly. That worried mewling was getting a bit irksome.

Before too long, Jaspers stopped looking around, at least for the moment. And despite the fact his stomach was starting to even rumble a bit, even with how good the berries smelled, he didn’t want to eat them. If he did that, he wouldn’t be able to share any of them with Kurloz! So Jaspers just huffed to himself, taking a seat on the hill, a good spot to keep watch for his friend. Man, if he didn’t show up soon Jaspersprite didn’t know what he would do.

#testing-testing-kurloz #where's your head at #jaspersthefriendlyghost

Hmm. Kurloz internally scowled at the creature's inaction. It had clearly seen the berries... why hadn't it made a move yet? It's unlikely the thing sensed the trap, as its disposition has remained bubbly... perhaps it's more cautious than he had previously given it credit for. Regardless, test 1 has failed. Best move on.

Carefully climbing down from his perch, Kurloz straightened himself out, donned his mask once again, and began a casual stroll towards the clearing. Good Messiah, it's getting windy.

Some people just like to fall

The mutant sort of watched the beast for a few minutes before he leaned his head back and let out a slow breath. Great now he's stuck until that thing gets bored. He sighed and kicked his legs back and forth, tapping his fivers against his knee as he waited. After a while, the beast left and Karkat was able to relax fully. Thank god. He was starting to wonder if he would ever be able to get down or not. Who knows. Knowing his luck he's more than likely stuck in a tree...again. Through out the whole event, Karkat couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

Upon feeling the hand on his shoulder, he jumped and scrambled to get away from whatever had touched him, only to fumble and lose his balance on the tree branch he had been sitting in. This caused the poor mutant to fall out of the tree and land hard onto the icy ground. He hissed softly, his back stinging from the impact, feet and legs propped up by the trunk of the tree as well as his shirt riding up to expose his lower stomach. It took a moment or two for him to get his breathing back before he uttered out an expletive. "Fucking hell..." He groaned softly.

#testing-testing-kurloz #shattered-irons #Some people just like to fall

Wow. Kurloz shakes his head, grinning widely at the fallen mutant-blood. Clumsy little motherfucker, this one. It really seems like the Vantases - or maybe it was pronounced Vantai, who gives a squeakbeast's waste-deposit-chute - are naturally hilariously stupid. Poor little bastards probably inherited it from their shithead failure of an ancestor.

The dark clown catalogues his clubs as he carefully climbs down. First impressions are tricky little bipolar motherfuckers. You gotta treat 'm like they're the goddamn imperial empress, or they'll fuck you over harder than a blue-blood's bitch. And each one is its own flavor of spoiled brat.

Upon reaching the ground, Kurloz takes a moment to dust himself off before turning to Karkat. The thought-less, smiling mask goes up, his body automatically relaxing, shifting into a friendly stance. He grins at the troll, waving hello. Let's see how this turns out~

:o)

#My apologies for the extended absence #I shall resume my existence now

Where's Your Head At

The sprite looked about, unsure where Kurloz might be. There were just so many trees, and even less places he could be in the clearing. The rain was so hard, he really didn’t want to have to go out from the woods and look for this guy.

And to be honest, Jaspers was getting worried! His first thought, had he anything like common sense, was that standing someone up after they come to meet you, especially after such a long trip, is heckin’ rude. But that wasn’t the case. “Are you here mister?” Jaspers called out again, brows turned up in worry. Looks like he would have to go searching. The wind was harsh, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Taking his first step out, Jaspersprite held his hat tightly, looking around as he walked out. Oh, what’s that?! There seemed to be something up on a nearby hill… Maybe it was his friend! Jaspers ran up the hill, moving quickly. Kurloz must have been at the top so he could keep an eye out for Jaspers, that’s gotta be it!

Nope. Once he was close enough the hazy air cleared and it was just a rock. Gosh, this is so awful. But there are berries- maybe Kurloz left them here? Oh- oh no. What if something happened to the troll? Only if he’d came quicker, this wouldn’t have happened. Cupping his paws, Jaspers shouted. “Are you okay? Can you hear me, where are you?” He was getting very upset at that point, and might have been tearing up.

#testing-testing-kurloz #jaspersthefriendlyghost #where's your head at

Pfffft. Kurloz chuckled noiselessly to himself as he watched Jaspers work itself into a panic. Such a delightfully silly creature. Not much in the way of intelligence, that's for sure. It's skull must be missing the left half of its processing capability... meaning the kitty will either be a riot or a pain in the waste-dispensing-orifice.

He leans forward slightly, resting his head on his palms as he watches Japsers intently. Just a bit more, and the thing should get caught in the trap... although if it continued to spout its idiocy, he might have to jump down there and involve himself directly. That worried mewling was getting a bit irksome.

Some Like It Black

And with that heated hate, Kanaya was left confused again. Sure, she’d greeted him in kind to be nothing short of a smartass but- but what was he doing? His eyes held such desire, such animosity. But the touch was, at least felt, tender. Conflicting, she thought, as she looked over his repugnant, painted face.

Bringing her hands up and resting her palms on his cheeks, Kanaya brushes her thumbs back to smudge the gray into the lighter shade. Tilting her head, she remarked “Don’t you look lovely.”

#some like it black #testing-testing-kurloz #auxilliatrix #Well hey #Guess I'm not dead after all

The dark clown's eyes narrow, the anger in him changing to liquid form. He left the hate wash over him, leak out from his skin, cover her, drown her in the seething oils. His breath becomes heated, almost ragged. It's like some kind of twisted motherfucking miracle, this bitch. Every single little movement of her hands, every single little word from those blasphemous lips - they drive him further and further into rage. A cotton candy broad this ignorant, this unaware... she deserves to be punished.

Kurloz's leans forward, bringing his lips to hers in an eerily soft way. The threads which bind him from speech are thick and rough - coated deep purple with his blood from their recent stitching - yet his gray skin is tender against hers. His eyes drift towards closing, his hands massaging her hips, emitting an aura of quiet intensity. All luring her into lowering her guard~

She's gone

... no...

#She's gone #testing-testing-kurloz

Some Like It Black

Kanaya’s own gaze remained fixed to the Capricorn, not weary so much as she may have been genuinely curious. If anything went wrong, anything, she’d send him running again if she had to. All’s fair in hate and war. Though logomachy would surely never be a sure issue, it wasn’t like this bastard talked any, she could only wonder what kind of repulsive things he would say if given the chance.

Once there was enough distance closed between them and foreheads touched, the sylph took it upon herself to stand from her place before too much pressure would keep her from doing so. Maybe, just maybe… “How are you darling?” Escaped here moth without as much as a second thought.