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capitalh2014-01-29 07:32 pm
nitrodamus) wrote in capitalh2014-01-29 07:32 pm
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OPEN LOG
Who: Sollux and ANYONE.
Where: Around downtown Los Angeles, whoops.
When: Twilight on January 28th.
What: Karkat makes the mistake of leaving Sollux alone in the TB dormitories, which results in Sollux fuguing out and having a wander and upsetting a lot of people.
Warnings: Mental trauma and probably references to body horror.
It's so loud in the empty dorms that it wakes Sollux up. Karkat isn't there, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he left. He doesn't even think about it. He doesn't care - reality outside of the present is only a faint glimmer in the back of his mind.
The voices in his head are loud and clear. The voices of the dead and the dying. They were more frightening before, when their deaths had been imminent and unavoidable. Now they just linger like pedestrians waiting to catch their ride out of town.
The light looks dimmer than before, outside. Night. He decides he wants to leave.
Sollux leaves the Trailblazer dormitories without thinking to put shoes on, and wanders without direction. His appearance and identity as a troll are unconcealed, with him wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and jeans. The metal plugs and machinery built into the back of his skull is fully visible, and for once, he isn't thinking about it. As is the metal collar around his neck. He's decided that he's going to go somewhere, and do something, and he doesn't know what.
His ears flick at sounds that remind something in his ancestral subconscious of prey. Humans who see him on the street react negatively, and when he shows minimal or defensive response, they become afraid. Alternians are never especially welcome, but with one acting like this, they have no reason to believe he's actually a citizen. Especially when the only language he uses are threateningly insectoid hisses and clicks that resonate unfamiliarly from his throat.
Where: Around downtown Los Angeles, whoops.
When: Twilight on January 28th.
What: Karkat makes the mistake of leaving Sollux alone in the TB dormitories, which results in Sollux fuguing out and having a wander and upsetting a lot of people.
Warnings: Mental trauma and probably references to body horror.
It's so loud in the empty dorms that it wakes Sollux up. Karkat isn't there, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he left. He doesn't even think about it. He doesn't care - reality outside of the present is only a faint glimmer in the back of his mind.
The voices in his head are loud and clear. The voices of the dead and the dying. They were more frightening before, when their deaths had been imminent and unavoidable. Now they just linger like pedestrians waiting to catch their ride out of town.
The light looks dimmer than before, outside. Night. He decides he wants to leave.
Sollux leaves the Trailblazer dormitories without thinking to put shoes on, and wanders without direction. His appearance and identity as a troll are unconcealed, with him wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and jeans. The metal plugs and machinery built into the back of his skull is fully visible, and for once, he isn't thinking about it. As is the metal collar around his neck. He's decided that he's going to go somewhere, and do something, and he doesn't know what.
His ears flick at sounds that remind something in his ancestral subconscious of prey. Humans who see him on the street react negatively, and when he shows minimal or defensive response, they become afraid. Alternians are never especially welcome, but with one acting like this, they have no reason to believe he's actually a citizen. Especially when the only language he uses are threateningly insectoid hisses and clicks that resonate unfamiliarly from his throat.
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"No wonder heaven stopped getting so involved," Sun Wukong mutters to himself as he skirts around the tops of the brightly lit buildings and mall complexes. "There's only so much good you can do before it becomes a hellish chore."
He notices how the people (who look like ants from the height) are continuously shying away from a single figure, like a wave parting when it meets a cliff. Intrigued, Wukong descends from his cloud and takes on his general human disguise. Granted, a zookeeper janitor is not a very inconspicuous guise, but the Monkey King has better things to do than styling different human faces for different occasions. And anyways, he kind of enjoys being an old man. It surprises people when he comes out of the disguise, and it comforts him to know that there are other relics of the past.
Speaking of relics, but not the past, the individual causing the great parting of people, is a gray demon-like creature approximately the size of a human. Sun Wukong doesn't know whether to be angry or glad.
"You there!" he cries in English, pointing at the demon with his gnarled old man hand. "Who do you claim to be?" The implicit question, are you friend or foe, hangs like a spider's web in the air. And, not far behind, is the overwhelming desire to meet someone like him, suffering from nostalgia for a bygone time.
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"No!" he yells.
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He shifts from the human face to his own and bares his own teeth. "'No' isn't an answer," he says. Most interactions requiring etiquette head steadily downwards for Sun Wukong, and this one seems to be descending at a startling speed. "I'm a foreigner too, we're alike that way." He switches to his native Chinese, though that probably wouldn't help.
Eh, if they can't communicate well they can't communicate well. Sun Wukong finds this probably-not-demon-some-kind-of-entity-he-can't-understand interesting enough to pester him further.
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He hisses loudly, raising his hands like he might scratch him, despite the fact that his claws have been pulled out at some point and are nearly non existent.
"No! Go! Leave!" he growls, buzzing even more aggressively.