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[The camera is shaking, and the first thing it pans over is an out of focus black spot around a fuzzier line. The camera slowly adjusts to show an imp with shredded ears, gnarled teeth, and claws that look like knives. As soon as the focus has cleared, though, the lens zooms back to another out of focus figure- a face this time, all silver blond hair and scared blue eyes and-- cat ears?

Mimio's pretty visibly frightened, and he's doing his best to keep his voice down, but it doesn't seem like he's taking any chances, trying to scoot away as quietly as he can, as quickly as he can.]

That... that thing. What was that? If ya didn't get a good look at it a minute ago I ain't goin' back there, sorry, no way.

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Uh, that was an imp, I think! Maybe...

...Are you okay?

_{[He's still hauling butt, but a little faster than before now that he's gotten a good distance away from that thing.]}

'm fine, I think. Don't think it saw me, but all th' same, what's an imp? 'cause I'd like ta NOT run into one again, thanks.

_{[It's the ears, man, makes his own hurt.]}

Umm... well, if I was right, then it came from where I lived. I don't remember them looking like that, though...!

[He would have thought that the imps were really small and pathetic, since there was no session running. The eyes and skin looked like an imp's, but what's with those claws?]

Well, wherever ya live, don't invite me over. When I get outta here I don't think I'll even go ta do th' shoppin' alone for a while.

_{[He's slowed down a bit now, but it's pretty apparent he's keeping a wary eye out for more of those things. His ears are flat against his head, and he's settled to a more sedate walk.]}

Geez, this runnin' stuff is gonna get old...

Oh. Well, uh. That sure is a thing, alright.

No foolin'. Never seen anythin' like it. And don't wanna again. _{[He shudders, but keeps going.]}

That's not even the worst of it. You ever see one of those creepy blue guys in suits? Run. Like. Hell.

I ain't been here that long, but... blue guys in suits, huh? Got it. Won't go near 'em.

Me neither, don't worry.

Good. I didn't get too close, but I got a bad feeling about it right away.

's just gonna be one big party here, isn't it? If yer idea of a party is runnin' for yer life every time ya go down th' hall.

T'be honest, that little thing didn't seem too dangerous... but I ain't a fighter an' it looked freaky so... _{[Translation: he saw claws and shredded cat ears and that was all she wrote for him, sayonara whatever that was.]}

You kill it. Is there a reason you haven't yet?

Edited 2012-01-24 19:07 (UTC)

I wasn't made ta fight, I---

Wait, kill it? Th' hell's yer problem? I'm a housecat, not a killer!

Circumstances 've changed, if you've yet to notice.

Where is the imp?

Oh no, I noticed jus' fine. Th' monsters kinda cemented that fer me.

I dunno, I was kinda too busy running for my life ta pay too much attention besides making sure it wasn't coming after me.

Then change to suit your surroundin's.

Oh sure thing. Lemme jus' go steal a knife from th' kitchen or somethin', break lines and lines of code, and change my programmin' ta suit ya. That's gonna be real easy.

_{[Oh look, sarcastic kitty.]}

You're an android?

A robot, ta be accurate. Made ta be th' perfect housewife. 'cept, yanno, not a girl.

What th' heck are you?

Somethin' I've yet to come across in my readin'. Intriguing.

A troll, 'a the Alternian variety.

...What's that?

I ain't ever heard of Alternian. Or trolls. Ya look kinda like an oni, but those are jus' legends. An' yer kinda pale fer an oni.

A troll is what I am, obviously. I'm a sea dweller, to be precise: the highest 'a trolls.

An' no, we're not demons.

O...kay...

_{[He'll just be taking your word for it. First monsters now trolls, he's going to need a while to take this all in.]}

Guess ya'd know whatcha are better'n I would. 's just how it looks on this side'a th' screen.

[cue irritated flaring of fins.]

Indeed. An' I'd say you resemble a pink money attemptin' to pass off as a furbeast, but so I've gathered otherwise.

_{[Cue ears flattening against his skull. If he didn't have more control, he'd likely be hissing.]}

Well, excuse me, 's not like I said I wanted ta look like some kinda fetishist's fantasy! Yanno what, oni's too good fer ya, ya look like somethin' a chef would chop up an' add ta a plate'a sashimi!

_[Grumbling.]

Expectin' a guy ta be able ta change programming and protocols overnight, then add in crap on top'a it all? Please.

You'd mean fish, I'd assume.

Though touchy, aren't we? [hypocrite.] Is it troublin' to know you're incapable 'a ever changin' yourself?

You betcha I do.

I ain't touchy, I'm stressed. There's a diff'rence. An' I ain't totally incapable'a change. I was designed ta be as close ta human as possible, it's jus' a matter of I'm goin' home as soon as I can find a way, so why change m'coding fer this?

_{[At least, he thinks he's going to find a way home. Against all probability.]}

But you won't be. The only exit here is death, an' even then they take that 'way from you.

To ease your current sufferin'? To rely on others less, perhaps? There's a multitude 'a reasons, 'specially if you can change it once home-- if you ever get there.

Edited 2012-01-25 06:52 (UTC)

_{[He's not doing a very good job hiding how upset he is by this. No matter how hard he tries to mask it with irritation.]}

...I'm gonna get home. Alive an' in one piece. I dun buy this 'destroyed' crap.

_{[All the same though...]}

Maybe ya got a point, though. Might not hurt ta be carryin' somethin' ta defend myself.

Yes, that was my point in the first place. You're welcome.

...yanno, yer kind of a jerk.

_{[Just going to edge off to find something to defend himself with now.]}

[wow this is kind of the first time someone's said so directly to him??]

I'm only statin' the obvious. Apologies if it just so happens to cause you excessive emotional harm in the process.

What the fuck are you sprinting at full speed to get away from--

[...why are you from one of Nepeta's animes???]

I don't know, some kid said it was an imp, I just saw torn ears and claws and blood and--

_{[He sees that look. Why that look? For that matter, why are you gray?]}

What?

If it's just an imp, kill it. They're weak and hardly worth running from like a coward with jets up his ass.

[How many people have told you to just KILL IT, Mimio?]

There's a problem with yer idea there. Namely, what d'ya expect me ta do? I ain't a fighter, an' I don't have a weapon. Wasn't made ta fight.

_{[Two, and both of 'em with horns. You guys are going to give him a bad first impression of the trolls, sheesh.]}

What? You're dressed like a fucking meowbeast and you're not wearing claws or anything?

[This small little troll kid is judging you so hard right now, looking up with all his unsure-ness.]

I guess I have to go kill it then.

[/sickles.]

...what d'ya mean meowbeast? Ya mean a cat? 'cause I was kinda made like this.

_{[Dumb high school boys and their games, if they only knew the looks he got when he was doing the shopping...]}

Ya wanna take that thing out, be my guest. I ain't goin' back there ta look at it, no way.

_{[Makes his own ears kind of hurt and WHOA WAIT WHAT IS THE TINY ANGRY THING CARRYING SICKLES FOR HE THOUGHT ONI CARRIED CLUBS]}

[Karkat's already gone to attack it. Thankfully, with his level of skill, it takes nothing to kill it. Unfortunately the thing thought it'd be a great parting gift to spray it's red blood all over his shirt and face.

Fuck fuck fuck. It makes him cringe but he puts on a give-no-damn expression when he comes back by the cat boy.]

See. Fucking weak. Not even a goddamn challenge. One less monster to attack people.

[Now he's going to scowl and powerwalk towards his room and then the showers.]

_{[Oh sweet everything good in the world blood. That is going to be awful to clean up, and he isn't sure he wants to even try. If this is going to be his stay here he's going to go mad of OCD very quickly.]}

M-maybe fer you. Hell, that's gonna be fun ta clean up... where's a mop...

[Cleaning the mess up isn't even on Karkat's think pan. Those red-collar douches with no emotion will probably do it later anyway.]

Fuck the mop, it'll get taken care of. I hope you learn to either hide better or start defending yourself.

[Says Karkat like some kind of cool badass as he walks further down the hallway-- to slip and fall flat on his face in a comedic fashion. FUCK.

Must have been some blood under his shoe.]

Hey, I was hidin' just fine! It didn't get me, I jus' saw whatever it was an'--

_{[Well now. The knight in shining armor apparently has two left feet. He'll try not to snicker in your presence, almighty Karkat.]}

[And Karkat proceeds to get the fuck back up and powerwalk away, as described in this log continuation.

His nose may or may not have been bloodied by the fall without his notice, however.]

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perma-action unless we want them to start text-talking

I'm game for that eventually. :3 Confound the cat more.

lmao I was kidding

Yeah, figured. XD

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