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animus_network2013-04-04 10:02 pm
hystericull) wrote in animus_network2013-04-04 10:02 pm
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[♑/♐] [Video/Text.]
[The terminal message today comes from one mug rarely seen on the network — Equius Zahhak, the awkward yellowblood one. He's fiddling around with the controls a little bit and only bothers to look up at the screen itself after a short delay. Probably fucking around with the settings or something. When he does look up, he offers the camera a truly pathetic attempt at a cursory smile and then jumps right to business, reverting back to his usual worried frown.]
Um, hello, everyone. I just have a really quick question for all of you, regarding the terminals here in this Tower. Uh, I've been doing some poking around in the systems, and they're... [...weird as shit.] ...well, not like anything I've seen before.
[At the same time this monologue was going on, Gamzee was feeling particularly restless. Although a petty altercation would be nothing in comparison to the carnage he craved, nothing seemed to curb the antagonistic streak that wound itself through his insides.]
[It was almost serendipity that sat Equius at one of the many terminals lining the dormitory halls. As he prattled on to the camera about something that assuredly was boring everyone to tears, Gamzee found himself trailing closer to the yellowblood, rows of teeth creeping out from behind his painted lips.]
So I was just wondering if anyone with a knowledge of computers had ever seen any system run like this, because I thought maybe it would help a bit in finding out which universe exactly we're in? I found some books in the library on the topic of various programming languages, and I know several myself, so...
[He lingered behind the boy for a moment, content with staring into the camera, or examining the back of his head. After a while, though, his fingers wound themselves over Equius' shoulders, and Gamzee lowered his chin between those phallic horns, barely pressing it against the top of his head.]
Give your babbly noise a fuckin' rest, motherfucker.
[It would be a lie to say that Equius hadn’t felt someone else’s presence as he talked. But really, who cared? It was a public area, there were people walking by all the time. Of course, then Gamzee started to come closer to him, and he stopped talking, his expression still neutral; when the indigo spoke, something near his eye twitched. The yellowblood shifted his position slightly in the seat, leaning more on his elbows on the table in front of the terminal. No movement was made, however, to dislodge Gamzee from his almost yoga-like Roof Gargoyle Position. He really, really didn’t feel like doing this right now.]
Do you have something to do here, Makara?
[He is trying quite hard to keep his tone level, though it ends up fairly deeper than he usually goes.]
Not all much fuckin' in particulars.
[Gamzee's tone was an odd mix of airy, childish, and condescending. His posture and pose didn't change much, save for the fact that he was now twirling a knobby finger around a lock of Equius' hair. A thick, purple tongue flicked across his teeth as his eyes drifted up to meet the ones of the Equius in the camera's playback on the screen. Seeing them together on the monitor had him choking a laugh back down his throat.]
A brother always fuckin' be at needing a god damn reason to get his friendlies on at you, huh?
Yes.
[He was almost a little surprised that Gamzee managed to catch on to that fact, because – well, it was true. People did need a reason to be friendly to Equius. Everything had a reason, right? Right. Absolutely. Sure, the way of thinking was a little skewed when it came to people who were just kind to everyone for absolutely no reason, but he’s still not sure why those people exist, and because of that he just kind of pretends they don’t.]
[But Gamzee is not one of those people.]
Now if you don’t mind, I’m kind of in the middle of something here, so please state your business and leave. [Emphasis on the ‘leave’.]
[The strained grin Gamzee had sported quickly became more strained at the mere sound of Equius' voice, without taking his words into account. Stretching his arms past Equius' torso to reach the keyboard, Gamzee tapped out a message with surprising dexterity. Sweeps on a husktop will do that to you.]
(+his bi+ch be in)(mo+herfuckin need all of some)(god fuckin damn how +he mo+herfuck do you even +ype you shi+s+ain)
Hahahahaha! Stated my fuckin' business. Be for me a fucking bro and motherfuckin' type "in need of some sack time, stat".
[He was still pressed up against Equius' back, trying and failing to type insults in that disastrous quirk of his.]
[Equius watched the hideous aberration of nature that some fools called Gamzee's typing process with much the same attitude as he had watched everything else the fucker did. God, that was such a poor reproduction of his quirk it was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing the indigo's hands and ripping them out of their sockets. He glanced over to the top of the screen; still recording. Damn. Well, if this got too much of a mess then he supposed he could just trash the video recording.]
You forgot the ones, Makara. The Ls are ones.
Mmn, the fuckin' ones.
[This was more taxing than entertaining. Equius was so dry, always acting like he had a telephone pole crammed up his delicate yellow sphincter. In Gamzee's time fucking around with the guy, he always found physical comedy to be more appealing than keeping it strictly verbal.]
Guess fuckin' what?
[He chuckled, tone rather irritated and darker than before. He snatched Equius' left hand with his own, bringing it up to the keyboard and jamming his index finger down on the number 1, making sure to drive the point of his overgrown thumbnail into the flesh of Equius' knuckle as he did so. His right hand caught more hair between its fingers, twisting it up until it was pulled taught.]
I. DON'T. GIVE. A SHIT.
11111111111111111111111111111111111
[With every erratic pause in his speech, he'd slam his nail into Equius' finger, until there was a line of 1's across the screen.]
[OW.]
[Equius took the abuse like a champ, basically shifting his body to lessen the strain on his hands and scalp (little shit acts like he's never had his hair pulled before).]
Well I can see that. [You know, because you missed it the first time and all. And are now trying to rip him apart for daring to point it out. One way or another, though, Equius looked pretty fed up with the indigo's bullshit, but it was anyone's guess if he was going to actually do something about it or not.]
So, do you want to tell me what 'sack time' is? I'd love to comply to your demands, but unfortunately your bizarre psychopathic cultist lingo isn't the best choice for diplomatic concerns.
[Gamzee has to pause a moment in disbelief. He even stops abusing Equius' finger to shift his head to the side and take a good look at the kid's face. Before bursting into peals of laughter.]
Hahahahahahahaha! Aww, shit, you poor motherfuckin' gangsta.
[He just kept going. Kept laughing until tears formed in his eyes and he was practically shoving all of his body weight against Equius' back in a lame attempt to hold himself up.]
Naw, I ain't one to fuckin' be all pryin' up in yo' business and shit what's all improper like that noise is.
[What a fucking liar. The fact that he still couldn't contain his laughter was a good indication of his mockery.]
I be lettin' you all get your wicked discover on at them miracles all on your motherfucking own. Mainly 'cause I can't all be up and stomaching thinkin' on it no more.
[This conversation was great and all, but he really did need to use the network. And the video on this terminal was already up and running. Let it be said that Equius was not good for nothing. He at least functioned quite well as menial labor.]
Why don't you fuckin' find your ruddy-ass motherfuck of a dead-red and y'all can find that shit out together? I gotta use this thing now.
[And with that statement came a sharp shove against Equius' side, aimed to push him out of his seat so Gamzee could take it instead.]
[At this point, it became a little unclear to the viewers as to what exactly was going on; it happened rather fast. Because instead of saying something, Equius just moved. He twisted his body around in the chair, seemingly having finally decided that enough was enough, at the same time that Gamzee settled in for the long haul. The inevitable result was that both of them lost their balance and, along with the chair, they toppled to the ground.]
[All the camera got was an unattractive tangle of limbs for a few seconds, and an awful lot of spitting noises.]
[And then, one of the two boys being slammed against the terminal, knocking out the feed.]
Um, hello, everyone. I just have a really quick question for all of you, regarding the terminals here in this Tower. Uh, I've been doing some poking around in the systems, and they're... [...weird as shit.] ...well, not like anything I've seen before.
[At the same time this monologue was going on, Gamzee was feeling particularly restless. Although a petty altercation would be nothing in comparison to the carnage he craved, nothing seemed to curb the antagonistic streak that wound itself through his insides.]
[It was almost serendipity that sat Equius at one of the many terminals lining the dormitory halls. As he prattled on to the camera about something that assuredly was boring everyone to tears, Gamzee found himself trailing closer to the yellowblood, rows of teeth creeping out from behind his painted lips.]
So I was just wondering if anyone with a knowledge of computers had ever seen any system run like this, because I thought maybe it would help a bit in finding out which universe exactly we're in? I found some books in the library on the topic of various programming languages, and I know several myself, so...
[He lingered behind the boy for a moment, content with staring into the camera, or examining the back of his head. After a while, though, his fingers wound themselves over Equius' shoulders, and Gamzee lowered his chin between those phallic horns, barely pressing it against the top of his head.]
Give your babbly noise a fuckin' rest, motherfucker.
[It would be a lie to say that Equius hadn’t felt someone else’s presence as he talked. But really, who cared? It was a public area, there were people walking by all the time. Of course, then Gamzee started to come closer to him, and he stopped talking, his expression still neutral; when the indigo spoke, something near his eye twitched. The yellowblood shifted his position slightly in the seat, leaning more on his elbows on the table in front of the terminal. No movement was made, however, to dislodge Gamzee from his almost yoga-like Roof Gargoyle Position. He really, really didn’t feel like doing this right now.]
Do you have something to do here, Makara?
[He is trying quite hard to keep his tone level, though it ends up fairly deeper than he usually goes.]
Not all much fuckin' in particulars.
[Gamzee's tone was an odd mix of airy, childish, and condescending. His posture and pose didn't change much, save for the fact that he was now twirling a knobby finger around a lock of Equius' hair. A thick, purple tongue flicked across his teeth as his eyes drifted up to meet the ones of the Equius in the camera's playback on the screen. Seeing them together on the monitor had him choking a laugh back down his throat.]
A brother always fuckin' be at needing a god damn reason to get his friendlies on at you, huh?
Yes.
[He was almost a little surprised that Gamzee managed to catch on to that fact, because – well, it was true. People did need a reason to be friendly to Equius. Everything had a reason, right? Right. Absolutely. Sure, the way of thinking was a little skewed when it came to people who were just kind to everyone for absolutely no reason, but he’s still not sure why those people exist, and because of that he just kind of pretends they don’t.]
[But Gamzee is not one of those people.]
Now if you don’t mind, I’m kind of in the middle of something here, so please state your business and leave. [Emphasis on the ‘leave’.]
[The strained grin Gamzee had sported quickly became more strained at the mere sound of Equius' voice, without taking his words into account. Stretching his arms past Equius' torso to reach the keyboard, Gamzee tapped out a message with surprising dexterity. Sweeps on a husktop will do that to you.]
(+his bi+ch be in)(mo+herfuckin need all of some)(god fuckin damn how +he mo+herfuck do you even +ype you shi+s+ain)
Hahahahaha! Stated my fuckin' business. Be for me a fucking bro and motherfuckin' type "in need of some sack time, stat".
[He was still pressed up against Equius' back, trying and failing to type insults in that disastrous quirk of his.]
[Equius watched the hideous aberration of nature that some fools called Gamzee's typing process with much the same attitude as he had watched everything else the fucker did. God, that was such a poor reproduction of his quirk it was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing the indigo's hands and ripping them out of their sockets. He glanced over to the top of the screen; still recording. Damn. Well, if this got too much of a mess then he supposed he could just trash the video recording.]
You forgot the ones, Makara. The Ls are ones.
Mmn, the fuckin' ones.
[This was more taxing than entertaining. Equius was so dry, always acting like he had a telephone pole crammed up his delicate yellow sphincter. In Gamzee's time fucking around with the guy, he always found physical comedy to be more appealing than keeping it strictly verbal.]
Guess fuckin' what?
[He chuckled, tone rather irritated and darker than before. He snatched Equius' left hand with his own, bringing it up to the keyboard and jamming his index finger down on the number 1, making sure to drive the point of his overgrown thumbnail into the flesh of Equius' knuckle as he did so. His right hand caught more hair between its fingers, twisting it up until it was pulled taught.]
I. DON'T. GIVE. A SHIT.
11111111111111111111111111111111111
[With every erratic pause in his speech, he'd slam his nail into Equius' finger, until there was a line of 1's across the screen.]
[OW.]
[Equius took the abuse like a champ, basically shifting his body to lessen the strain on his hands and scalp (little shit acts like he's never had his hair pulled before).]
Well I can see that. [You know, because you missed it the first time and all. And are now trying to rip him apart for daring to point it out. One way or another, though, Equius looked pretty fed up with the indigo's bullshit, but it was anyone's guess if he was going to actually do something about it or not.]
So, do you want to tell me what 'sack time' is? I'd love to comply to your demands, but unfortunately your bizarre psychopathic cultist lingo isn't the best choice for diplomatic concerns.
[Gamzee has to pause a moment in disbelief. He even stops abusing Equius' finger to shift his head to the side and take a good look at the kid's face. Before bursting into peals of laughter.]
Hahahahahahahaha! Aww, shit, you poor motherfuckin' gangsta.
[He just kept going. Kept laughing until tears formed in his eyes and he was practically shoving all of his body weight against Equius' back in a lame attempt to hold himself up.]
Naw, I ain't one to fuckin' be all pryin' up in yo' business and shit what's all improper like that noise is.
[What a fucking liar. The fact that he still couldn't contain his laughter was a good indication of his mockery.]
I be lettin' you all get your wicked discover on at them miracles all on your motherfucking own. Mainly 'cause I can't all be up and stomaching thinkin' on it no more.
[This conversation was great and all, but he really did need to use the network. And the video on this terminal was already up and running. Let it be said that Equius was not good for nothing. He at least functioned quite well as menial labor.]
Why don't you fuckin' find your ruddy-ass motherfuck of a dead-red and y'all can find that shit out together? I gotta use this thing now.
[And with that statement came a sharp shove against Equius' side, aimed to push him out of his seat so Gamzee could take it instead.]
[At this point, it became a little unclear to the viewers as to what exactly was going on; it happened rather fast. Because instead of saying something, Equius just moved. He twisted his body around in the chair, seemingly having finally decided that enough was enough, at the same time that Gamzee settled in for the long haul. The inevitable result was that both of them lost their balance and, along with the chair, they toppled to the ground.]
[All the camera got was an unattractive tangle of limbs for a few seconds, and an awful lot of spitting noises.]
[And then, one of the two boys being slammed against the terminal, knocking out the feed.]