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1st revelation [video]

[Heather is unfamiliar with the network and the image is shaky at first as she fumbles with the device. After a few seconds the picture settles down and reveals the girl's face, which displays an indifferent expression. There is quite a bit of confusion hiding behind the serene look that Heather is determined to keep to herself.]

Uh, hey. Can somebody tell me exactly what's going on here? All I know is that somebody brought me here and they're saying the world got blown up or something.

So what? We're just stuck here like this or... what's goin' on here?

[She looks uneasily down at the ground before returning her gaze to the screen]

So if anybody can tell me anything... yeah. That'd be awesome.

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[He's a teenage boy with an affinity for boobs. Are you surprised?]

That ain't my fuckin' name! I'm Gamzee, motherfucker, I been up to telling you fuckin' that already!

[He smirked.]

And I dunno. Maybe. I'll fucking show at you what's mine if all you motherfuckin' show me what's yours.

[Heather's distaste at the comment shows, her expression turning a bit more sour than before. Though she does appreciate his having the balls to talk to her like that. It's always bothered her when people act like they have to treat her carefully, like some fragile doll.]

I don't think either of us would be happy with the outcome of that.

[Gamzee presses his palm lightly to his chest, dragging it down and across the purple Capricorn symbol on the front of his t-shirt.]

How the fuck you all know if you ain't up and never seein' the shit before?

So you're saying that you think I'd like your tits?

[Heather seriously doubts that but if he wants to bet on it or something that's fine with her.]

I don't motherfucking think - I know.

[He grins.]

But it's tit for fuckin' tat - I get what's yours if you get what's fuckin' mine, like I all was to be motherfuckin' saying.

Come on, liven a gangsta's day, yeah?

[Every time he speaks it's even more gangsta than the last time! Heather's sure they could be good friends with the proper patience on her end. (And probably his, too, but Heather doesn't need to know that!)]

Well, I don't even wanna see your tits so how d'you think this's gonna end up, bro?

You don't fuckin' know on that shit, 'cause you ain't even been to see at them little dudes yet.

[He huffed dramatically, rolling his eyes.]

Fuckin' girls, man. Always all motherfucking gettin' their expect on of shit to be done for 'em before they even all up and think on liftin' a God damn finger for nothin'.

[Without another word, Gamzee tugged the hem of his too-large shirt up over his head, intending to take it completely off. However, it ended up getting caught on the tip of one of his massive horns. With the sound of tearing fabric and a few muffled curses, there was now a bare-chested troll boy in front of the camera trying to grapple with the garment and his own problematic rack. The rack on his head, not the purple nipples on proud display.]

[Heather stares blankly for a moment at the sudden display. She doesn't know why he even bothered but there's no way in hell she's going to follow suit.]

Uh, okay. They're purple.

[Excuse him for a second, he's trying to free himself.]

[After a few moments, and a few tears later, Gamzee's got half of his shirt back on. There's a big tear separating the front practically in two. He makes a bewildered and slightly annoyed face.]

The fuck color you think they'd fucking be, motherfucker!?

[She shrugs]

I dunno. Normal colored?

The fuck is normal!?

[He sneered.]

Normal for a motherfuckin' human!? That shit be fucking racist, man!

[Heather does her best not to roll her eyes.]

Um, okay. And what race would it be that I'm offending?

[She doesn't know what the hell he is and she intends to find out.]

The fuckin' master race, dog. As in, the one what all is to be motherfuckin' mine.

[He lifts a lip, baring a few fangs.]

Humans all be fuckin' thinkin' on what everything should all be motherfuckin' get catered to them. Anything fucking different and they all gotta be up ins, like buzzbugs on a pile of motherfuckin' shit. Damn pink-skinned motherfuckers.

[Heather isn't quite sure what she did to upset him, but if he wants to piss and moan it's his own problem, not hers.]

Um... okay. That doesn't really answer my question, though, dude.

[No one is ever quite sure what they do to upset Gamzee. He just sort of gets upset for the sake of getting upset. "Pervert" and "bitch" are sort of his default emotions. Not to mention, he'd take any opportunity he could to insult humans.]

[However, he doesn't really have the greatest memory, either, so his tirade did nothing but make him forget what they'd been talking about not five seconds earlier.]

Uh...

What question?

The race question? As in, what the hell are you?

[Her tone is rude and she knows it, but she's not going to put up with some weird grey dude throwing a fit at her.]

Oh, yeah.

[Her tone didn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, she'd reminded him of what they were talking about, so that was good enough for him. His finger made its way back to his nose.]

Besides all bein' your motherfuckin' lord and savior, I be part of the superior race known as the omnipotent trolls.

Would you be desiring the binomial nomenclature on that shit?

[He read exactly 1 (one) book to learn that phrase.]

Troll? No doubt about it.

[He certainly is a troll, in more ways than one.]

Wait? Are you serious?

The fuck wouldn't I be!?

[He lifts his hands up in confusion.]

Ain't you never seen a fucking troll before, Pinky!?

[She looks at him a bit uneasily, wondering what the hell he's trying to pull.]

Um... no.

[He grins.]

Well take a good fuckin' gander, 'cause this be all the perfection you was all being up to have missed out on your whole fucking life.

[She doesn't know whether to laugh or be disturbed. On one hand, he has clearly has some sort of god complex. But on the other hand, his nipples are purple. She settles on laughter, starting off small before erupting into an uncontrollable bout.]

Perfection!?

[She speaks between her laughter.]

You're suck a...

[She pauses to catch her breath.]

dick!

One motherfuckin' perfect dick all at fuckin' that.

[He grins, resting his chin on an upturned palm.]

And a motherfucker ain't even got motherfuckin' started on what he got goin' on down below.

[She finally manages to stop laughing.]

Good to know, dude.

[He's such a weirdo it's not even creepy.]

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