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[miraculls]

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[Somewhere around town, you may stumble across a large pile of collapsed monsters, ants and praying mantises and crabs alike. Cheerfully sitting on top of the heap, like a scene from a stereotypical shounen manga, is Gamzee, swinging his feet and affectionately patting the head of one of the crabs. Could this actually be a display of competence and badassery from the normally stupid clown? Has he had hidden depths all along?

Hahahaha, no. On closer inspection, there are traces of green slime around all of the defeated monsters' mouths, as well as discarded empty pie tins everywhere. From the way their limbs are languidly twitching, it quickly becomes obvious that none of the monsters are actually dead, just incredibly stoned. Don't ask how he managed to get a bunch of robots and empty costumes blazed out of their minds - he is just that good.]

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[lonelyremnant.livejournal.com]

[The last time she saw something like this, it involved her brother and a pile of corpses. So she stares for a minute. This pile is still twitching. She likes that better.]

What a lovely throne you've made....

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He promptly ruins this image of supposed bloodshed by beaming down at her cheerfully.]

Thanks, honk! Wanna join me, sister? I don't think my new friends here are all minding.

[lonelyremnant.livejournal.com]

You would allow me to?

[She seems vaguely surprised.]

.......

I am honored, Little Oni, to rest on the spoils of your conquest.

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

'Course, chica! You can do whatever you want, I ain't the kind of motherfucker what all orders others around and shit. [glances around himself confusedly] But my name's not Oni - I'm Gamzee, honk!

Sorry, she's all kinds of crazy. ^^;

[lonelyremnant.livejournal.com]

[Well, since he invited, she is just gonna make herself comfortable on the pile of crab people.]

My brother once had a throne like this. Only with people....


And far more blood. Blood and wine... He liked them both so much.

[She's been looking at some point far off in the distance. Then, as if this were a natural transition somehow, she suddenly turns toward him.]

Have you seen the bird, Little Oni? I can't find it anywhere....

that's okay, so is gamzee....

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He comes from a violent species where his pacifist attitude is considered bizarre and is friends with several trolls who are perfectly okay with murder, so he doesn't really consider her statements unusual in the list.]

Yeah? Haha, he sounds like kind of a scary motherfucker. I dunno how you can be sitting on a people pile, that don't sound real comfy to me.

[And for Gamzee, zoning out followed by random segueways are completely natrual.]

Shit, you lose it? I've seen a lot of wingbeasts, but I don't know if they're the one you're all looking for. What's it look like?

[lonelyremnant.livejournal.com]

[Zoning out followed by random segueways is kind of her hobby. She thinks for a minute. What does the bird look like again...?]

Colorful. So colorful. And very loud.

His song is so pretty...... He's always singing.

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

Whooooooooa, that sounds like one motherfuckin' bitchtits wingbeast to me! Can it slam down some sick rhymes?

[lonelyremnant.livejournal.com]

Rhymes...?

[Well, now you've done it. She zones out again, and starts singing a strange little song. The melody is reminiscent of a children's nursery rhyme. The subject matter, not so much....]

Deep in the shadow's depths there's a place,
Where devils and demons presence does grace.
Petals fall and flowers whither,
the voices call 'Come now, come hither.'
In the dark the girl so bright,
got up to see the day by night...