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asgardeventide2012-05-20 09:45 pm
honky) wrote in asgardeventide2012-05-20 09:45 pm
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The 4th HONK [Video]
[First and foremost, we have Gamzee, snickering quietly into the feed and holding up one finger in front of his mouth, signaling his audience to stay quiet. Karkat can be heard complaining in the background, seemingly unaware that they are being recorded...]
I don't know why you want to do this. I should never let you have ideas. You're fucking retarded, do you know that? You have to know that by now. I've told you enough for you to know that.
[He steps up and away from his bracelet (which has been hidden ever-so-discreetly among his blanket pile), revealing not only his moirail, who he joins in the background of the shot, but a wide triangle of horns, sitting upright on their bells.]
Aw, come on now, brother! You know this is being what all is a GREAT motherfuckin' idea! Besides, you already up and motherfuckin' promised a brother, remember?
[In Karkat's hands lies a medium-sized rubber ball, probably a kickball or something of the sort. The smaller troll narrows his eyes at Gamzee, then turns to the triangle, bringing the ball down in front of him.]
I'll do it if you shut up.
[Karkat rolls the ball forward, toward the horns. In what can be assumed to be a stroke of luck, he manages to hit in just the right place to bowl a strike. However, the result is a cacophony of honks that fills the air suddenly, making Karkat jump and sending Gamzee clinging to his side, leaving a trail of panicked “motherfucker"s behind him.
[Once the honks have died down, a silence fills the room, disturbed only by the frantic clicking and screeching of Karkat’s lusus in the background.]
[And then, almost as suddenly as the honking had begun and for no real reason at all...Gamzee bursts into loud, hysterical laughter, doubling over and dragging Karkat down with him in the process.
[This causes Karkat to start shouting, a string of curses flying out of his mouth. He's not laughing, only yelling some very not-nice things at his moirail. Par for the course.]
((Ooc: This should be pretty easy to figure out, but in case you were wondering, the gray font is Karkat and the indigo font is Gamzee.))
I don't know why you want to do this. I should never let you have ideas. You're fucking retarded, do you know that? You have to know that by now. I've told you enough for you to know that.
[He steps up and away from his bracelet (which has been hidden ever-so-discreetly among his blanket pile), revealing not only his moirail, who he joins in the background of the shot, but a wide triangle of horns, sitting upright on their bells.]
Aw, come on now, brother! You know this is being what all is a GREAT motherfuckin' idea! Besides, you already up and motherfuckin' promised a brother, remember?
[In Karkat's hands lies a medium-sized rubber ball, probably a kickball or something of the sort. The smaller troll narrows his eyes at Gamzee, then turns to the triangle, bringing the ball down in front of him.]
I'll do it if you shut up.
[Karkat rolls the ball forward, toward the horns. In what can be assumed to be a stroke of luck, he manages to hit in just the right place to bowl a strike. However, the result is a cacophony of honks that fills the air suddenly, making Karkat jump and sending Gamzee clinging to his side, leaving a trail of panicked “motherfucker"s behind him.
[Once the honks have died down, a silence fills the room, disturbed only by the frantic clicking and screeching of Karkat’s lusus in the background.]
[And then, almost as suddenly as the honking had begun and for no real reason at all...Gamzee bursts into loud, hysterical laughter, doubling over and dragging Karkat down with him in the process.
[This causes Karkat to start shouting, a string of curses flying out of his mouth. He's not laughing, only yelling some very not-nice things at his moirail. Par for the course.]
((Ooc: This should be pretty easy to figure out, but in case you were wondering, the gray font is Karkat and the indigo font is Gamzee.))
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Wouldn't bowling pins be easier...?
[Video]
[Still chuckling quietly, he makes his way over to the blanket pile to retrieve his bracelet, Karkat still cussing up a storm in the background, no doubt...
[He doesn't bother answering her question; only giggles and waits for his moirail to notice...]
Ehehehehehehe...
[Whispering.]
I'm gonna get in trouble...
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... Gamzee. Were you recording this shit?
[His voice is low and even; a dangerous sign.]
[Video]
Hold on.
[Aaand...running away. Giggling like a moron.]
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What just happened?
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He didn't tell me he was recording us. He thought it would be fucking funny.
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[That's a good thing, right, Karkat? He's not threatening to murder anyone?]
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[Honk honk!
[Because it took Gamzee all of thirty seconds to grab one of his horns from the ground for his own personal use after Karkat's strike.]
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[Honk!
[Turning to Karkat now.]
Let's do it again!
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[:o(]
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[More screes and clacks.]
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Uh... Yeah. Unfortunately.
[He shifts the camera to show his lusus in the background, flipping his shit because of all the noise. He's also probably hungry.]
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[She has nothing to say. She's just staring.]
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[Clearly walking up to Crabdad right now and honking a horn on either side of his head is a flawless plan wherein nothing could go wrong.]
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[He crosses his arms, rolling his eyes.]
He's entertained by the stupidest shit, I swear.
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[It kind of sounds like a religion of clowns, with the horns and the face paint, which is... yeah, really fucking weird. Even if she'd never say it aloud.]
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...
Beyond the whole, not murdering everyone thing.
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you realiize you arent 2uppo2ed two play that game wiith horn2 riight.
liike that wa2 a colo22ally 2tupiid thiing two do, riight.
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WHAT ALL WAS JUST UP AND GETTIN ITS MOTHERFUCKIN HAPPEN ON HERE
was the motherfuckin
BITCHTITS.
you got me? :o)
[And he is still not very happy with you, Sollux, so you had better not argue.]
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ii gleaned that you are 2tiill 2tupiidly attached two 2ayiing motherfuck any chance you got and that2 about iit.
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WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER'S MOTHERFUCKIN VOCABULARY MOTHERFUCKER?
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MAYBE YOU SHOULD ALL UP AND GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN LISTEN ON
a little motherfuckin closer
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oh what2 thii2?
ii diid and you were 2tiill boriing and repetiitiive.
2orry dude, better luck next tiime.
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AND THERE AREN'T ANY RULES AGAINST USING WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANT FOR THIS GAME.
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ii am the game2 ma2ter and ii would know, you have viiolated about fiifty rule2 wriitten down iin the biig handbook of rule2 2hiitty clown2 forget.
te%t;
D --> Um
D --> Do you simply
D --> Forget the infernal things make that noise
D --> The moment after they make it
D --> I am having a difficult time understanding your shock
This is the best tag omg.
MY
brother.
WERE YOU ALL UP AND HEARIN THAT JUST NOW?
that
WAS THE MOTHERFUCKIN
bitchtits.
AM I RIGHT?
[Totally incapable of answering completely logical questions, you should have known this.]
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D --> There were quite a few horns
D --> Going off in a cacophony of honks
[truth be told he jumped at the sound of them too, but didn't have a Karkat to bury his face in]
D --> I'm
D --> Not very fond of them, to be perfectly honest
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AIN'T NOTHIN WHAT ALL YOUR EARS BE HEARIN THROUGH WHAT ALL IS THAT BRACELET OF YOURS!
gotta all up and get your experience on in person :o)
HONK.
what do you say?