011 ♑ [eleventh honk/video]

[hystericull]

Content Warning: Thread with Tavros got smutty I really can't believe I'm putting this right in the OP but the general public has a right to be warned.

[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]

[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]

[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]

[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]

[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]

[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]

All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.

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[pushedaround]

[ This is getting dangerously close to a red line. He can almost feel it.

The wise voice in his head advised him to look away, but ... he couldn't ignore this. ]

What are ... you doing, Gamzee?!

[Video.]

[hystericull]

[Wooo-hooo.]

[Doki fuckin' dokes, look at that hot piece of rust that just showed up. Gamzee set the vial back down on the terminal, propping himself up on his elbows.]

Ain't nothin' what's much fuckin' of all importance now, I'd motherfucking say.

[Video.]

[pushedaround]

[ Flat stare.

wooooow, you can't get away from this subject easily. ]

Okay, let's try asking another question.

Why do you have a tiny bottle with your blood in it?

[Video.]

[hystericull]

[He sighed dramatically, resting a chin against his upturned palm but unable to keep the grin off of his face.]

For motherfuckin' funsies.

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[papshooshing]

[ dis face ]

[Video.]

[hystericull]

[Dis face.]

[Video.]

[papshooshing]

Is this really fucking necessary?

[Video.]

[hystericull]

It a fuckin' crime for a brother to get his explore on at certain noise what piques his most wicked of motherfucking interests!?

[terreifying]

[Guess who's all too used to this via association with a common friend? Rei.]

I think it's a well-established fact that most of us have red blood. Except for me in my true form. Then it's orange, but it's not blood. It's LCL.

[Video.]

[hystericull]

[Gamzee clicks his tongue. Here's someone he's never seen before. Wonder what the fuck her deal is.]

Dunno all what's fuckin' being worse - what all you crazy-skinned motherfuckers be saddled with the same swill, or that you be touting the fact you all kinds of special with your copper juices.

[A thick purple tongue runs over his fangs.]

But I be getting off the mother fucking track something fierce here.

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[terreifying]

What was your track to begin with?

[She cocks her head, mildly curious.]

[Video.]

[hystericull]

Maybe you ain't all the best motherfucker to be askin' this shit on.

[He scowled in disappointment. If she was an anomaly, then she wouldn't have a normal viewpoint on human blood. Oh, well. She could still be of use.]

Tell in me abouts fuckin' that Tang you got slippin' the motherfuck through your veinways sometimes.

[audio]

[wrigurun]

What's so interesting about it though? When you get down to it everyone's is pretty much the same.

[The voice on the other end is that of a young woman, one who sounds particularly bored at that]

[Video.]

[hystericull]

[Unfortunately for Gamzee, the fact that Wriggle isn't on video means that he has no idea who the woman speaking to him is. A slight shame, since he hasn't encountered hide nor hair of the little big in quite some time.]

You and fuckin' us must ain't be fuckin' coming all up out the same crib, then.

[audio]

[wrigurun]

[Even though she's gotten a lot less scared of Gamzee over the years she's still cautious enough not to show her face unless she knows it's safe]

Excuse me?

You know, even after all these years I can hardly understand you.

[Video.]

[hystericull]

And even up and after fuckin' all these motherfucking sweeps ain't a motherfucker can't get no recall on of who the motherfuck you all are.

[He shrugged, rolling his eyes to the ceiling and giving a grin of mock-apology.]

So we be fuckin' square, I'm thinkin'.

[text]

[firstofthefallen]

Blood is precious

it is preciiiiiioooous

[Video.]

[hystericull]

[Fuck text. He's too lazy to text. Furthermore, his hands are too busy fiddling with the vial to dedicate them to clacking on the keyboard.]

[He arches a brow.]

To some motherfuckers, yeah. Others, it's the harshest of motherfuckin' jokes.

[Text]

[firstofthefallen]

[By this point, text is all Lucifer uses. He hates speaking through the machine for reasons he doesn't understand anymore. The chaos and madness within him have swelled to a point that he can barely rationalize his own actions.]

Perhaps

Perhaps

That is part of why it is so precious.

Or perhaps not.

It doesn't matter. It serves its purpose, the immediate and the secondary.

[thereisnopie]

It's pink fucking oatmeal, you giant clod.

[S'up, trollself.]

[hystericull]

Go fuck yourself, half-pint.

[The "p" in "pint" comes out in such irritation that he spits on the screen.]

[thereisnopie]

Thought maybe we were being greeted by a bush there for a second.

How many people have you gone and lost in your fro so far?

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[grandhighblood]

[Hello, Gamzee. This is your ancestor speaking. He's downright pleased you've inherited his size, though your strength he'll have to just find that out for himself. His eyes are calm, in comparison, but still burning a steady dark orange as they attempt to bore holes into your motherfucking forehead.

They look so similar now, aside from GHB's bulk and muscle, it's kind of unnerving and hysterical all at once.]

And here I thought the tower couldn't up and surprise a brother more. We all up and got ourselves another worthy motherfucking child of the Messiahs, heh!

[Video.]

[hystericull]

[Hello, GHB. This is your descendant speaking. Or, not speaking, as you've caught him off-guard and he's a little tongue-tied. He hasn't seen you in a while. He's grown much more accustomed to your presence (and, dare I say, influence?) than he had been when he was a wiggler in this Tower. It takes him a while to find his scowl.]

Don't all got myself much motherfuckin' need for your fucking approval.

\[Video.]

[grandhighblood]

Yeah... sure you motherfucking don't. Just saying shit like it all is, you know?

[He keeps an infuriatingly calm expression, tilting his head a little even.]