Adventures of Dantgil in #Dickmegle - Part 11

-*- Jaspersprite The nights that followed went by sleepless. It was almost funny, in a bitter, mockingly ironic way, that the one time he could actually benefit from a long-- perhaps longer than normally advisable-- catnap, he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes long enough. Even after talking with Carley, even when he drank some warm milk, even after all the tossing
<Jaspersprite> and turning in his bed. Not a damn thing erased the gruesome, /inconcievable/ sights from the dairy-- and just when he begun to drift off, the screams rung in his ears again. Those horrible, bloody screams.
-*- Jaspersprite ... It was really starting to upset Jaspers! Naps are good for you, you know. 3:>
-*- Jaspersprite Not a lot phases the sprite, frankly-- in fact, he's handled a lot of the things he's seen pretty darn well-- but it was starting to add up, and it was showing more and more still. It looked like tonight wasn't going to be any different, unfortunately enough. Expectedly, a frown dominated the fuzzy feline features that were normally reserved for a welcomi
<Jaspersprite> ng grin, the sprite's eyes glued to the hallway's floorboards as he traversed the mansion's corridors, intent on making his way to the kitchen. How he could harbor an appetite was a mystery-- especially when he didn't even need to eat. Maybe if he ate something real good, he'd have an easier time napping...? It was worth a shot, he thinks. And at this point,
<Jaspersprite> he'd be willing to try anything.
-*- Jaspersprite The hall was crept along at a cautious, hesitant pace, as though the cowardly lion of a sprite was expecting something to jump out at him. He wouldn't be surprised if something actually /did/, in this house. The reality that it was less a home, a safe haven, a place where he could honestly, truly be happy without a single worry and moreso a dungeon-- a br
<Jaspersprite> ooding ground for sex and scandal, was dawning on him only now. If the people he honestly thought were his good friends could be such viscious, gruesome... /monsters/, what stopped anybody else from being just the same? What stopped Dante and Vergil doing the same to-- to /him/?
-*- Jaspersprite His reasons for even being here anymore were ripped right from beneath his fee--
-*- Jaspersprite Tail.
-*- Jaspersprite That didn't stop him from trying to make the best out of things, though! But even then, nothing seemed to work. No matter how much he stuffed his face with fancy feast, no matter how many couches he scratched at... he even decided to watch a movie with Nero! To cheer him up. It was one of Jasper's favorites, as a matter of fact.
-*- Jaspersprite Finding Nemo! 83
-*- Jaspersprite The results were less than satisfactory.
-*- Jaspersprite The warm and welcoming facade was cracking and crumbling slowly, right before the sprite's eyes-- making one thing all the more evident. He had to leave. There were infinite universes, after all! One bubble couldn't hold them all, there-- there had to be another, somewhere out there.
-*- Jaspersprite He could take Carley and Roxy and maybe even Alpha out there, somewhere, and he'd never have to worry about anything ever again.
-*- Jaspersprite ... Only he couldn't navigate the void.
-*- Jaspersprite That was the only flaw in this grand escape plan. Navigating the void. Maybe Alpha could help him with that? He was a horrorterror-- it would be like a back yard to him, in that sense. But even then, he... he still wasn't sure if he'd /want/ to. He'd still have to feed, after all, even Jaspers knew that.
-*- Jaspersprite He found himself in the door frame of the living room, still abundant with couches as ever. Who remembered this many couches, anyway? Jaspers never really paid it much thought, but it was terribly odd.
-*- Jaspersprite Oh well. Guess he can't really complain-- more places for him to sit down and nap, more things to scratch up. He shakes his furry noggin and continues off to the kitchen. He...
-*- Jaspersprite He could go for a snack.
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-*- PurpleKoopa WE'RE THE PARTY POLICE AND WE'VE COME FOR JASPERS LALONDE
-*- PurpleKoopa WE HEARD /SOMEBODY/ WAS HAVING A BAD TIME
-*- Jaspersprite WH--
-*- Jaspersprite WHA--
-*- Jaspersprite M R O W
-*- PurpleKoopa I'M AFRAID WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO ARREST YOU IF YOU DON'T THROW
-*- PurpleKoopa A
-*- PurpleKoopa ~*~*~PAAARTAAAAAAAAAAAY~*~*~
-*- Jaspersprite /Nick Jaspiepiesprite oKAY................
-*- PurpleKoopa and then the vision vanishes and jaspers is left alone in the house
-*- Jaspersprite Laughs]]
<-> Babbero|cocksureGuttersnipe is now known as alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole
<-> alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole is now known as alabastorArchbabby|cattyChoral
<-> alabastorArchbabby|cattyChoral is now known as alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole
<-> You are now known as vermillionVanquisher|abstersiv
-*- Jaspersprite Laughs @ Nitro]]
<-> You are now known as VV|AT
-*- VV|AT Claws Jaspurrs' face affectionately]
-*- Jaspersprite hits head w/ chair lovingly]]
-*- VV|AT breaks ribs w/ baseball bat fondly]
-*- PurpleKoopa If Jaspers is looking for a snack, he's going to be hard-pressed to find one, because right now there is a TEN-FOOT CRAB in the room busily emptying the contents of the fridge. Turkey, hot dogs, /tuna/ (oh fuck not the tuna D:) go from the fridge to his claws to his mouth in a hasty, meaty blur.
-*- Jaspersprite Runs over in car romantically]]
-*- VV|AT shoves off cliff sweetly]
-*- PurpleKoopa It's not until he takes out English's muffin platter that he notices /SOMEBODY/ is watching him stuff his face full of food. Embarrassed, he wipes his face off with a claw and acts like the fridge has been untouched this entire time. "OH. HEY THERE. YOU'RE THAT, UH... JOCKSTER STRAP GUY, RIGHT?"
-*- Jaspersprite I imagine Vergil and Jaspers doing all of this Tom & Jerry style]]
-*- VV|AT ok enough of this tender tenderizing I am writing]
-*- VV|AT fffff yes]
-*- Jaspersprite Sleep deprived and fur a mess, this was the last thing he needed to see today. He stiffens up in his spot, eyes wide as the ten foot crustacean at last sets it's sights on him. Did you /see/ the way he was eating all of that food? So visciously, no less. It was intimidating-- and there wasn't a doubt in Jasper's mind that the lusus didn't save room for de
<Jaspersprite> sert. That desert being a Jaspers sundae! Holding one tentacle in another, the sprite avoids eye contact like Crabdad was Medusa herself. "... Uhm."
<Jaspersprite> "No my name is not jockster. I am jaspers! I. Well."
<Jaspersprite> "H-hello. 3:" Quick little tentawave.
-*- VV|AT He had slept more or less soundly, since...everything had happened. It was probably remarkable that he'd managed it, most nights. Dante had slept regular hours, for once -- as much as one could sleep regular hours in a place with no true night or day -- but Vergil suspected his brother's dreams were much less restful than he let on.
-*- VV|AT He thought about asking, once. But he didn't want to think about it, didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to make the injured young man suffer more than necessary. Didn't want him to suffer at all, for that matter.
-*- VV|AT (That wasn't to say Vergil didn't remember the screams and the electrocution and the blood and burning whenever he dared close his eyes.)
-*- VV|AT (It simply didn't bother him. And he tried not to think very much about the fact that it didn't bother him.)
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad shoots him a claw-wave back. "YO." He closes refrigerator door with the side of his body and shoves a blueberry muffin in his mouth. "MAN, HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME SAYING THIS, BUT YOU LOOK /TERRIBLE/. DOWNRIGHT. /HORRENDOUS/. I MEAN, /DAMN/. DON'T MIND ME BEING AS BLUNT AS A 2X4, BUT YOU LOOK LIKE SOMETHING THAT *I* JUST DRAGGED IN."
<PurpleKoopa> "PROBABLY GOT HIT WITH A 2X4 A COUPLE OF TIMES, NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT," he adds between muffins-- not bites, WHOLE muffins. Wrapper and everything, man. This crab's /crazy/.
-*- VV|AT In addition to avoiding upsetting his brother in any way, Vergil had quietly stepped into the role of caretaker. If it needed done, he did it, and Dante never protested. Never so much as gave it a second thought.
<Jaspersprite> "Oh." That's all he really has to say to that. He couldn't exactly protest-- he was worse for wear, even though he thinks that was still a little... excessive. Is it his fur? Does he... does he smell? Oh gosh he hopes he doesn't smell or anything like that. He scrunches his nose up, but that's about all the disappointment he decides to show. "It is okay. I kn
<Jaspersprite> ow. :<"
-*- Jaspersprite ... "What is your name?" Jaspers was moreso worried that there wouldn't be anything left in the kitchen by the time the lusus was done with it.
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole After all, why complain when everything was so...fine?
-*- Jaspersprite ... And also being eaten. But if there's anything the sprite intends on retaining, it's courtesy.
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole Just.
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole Fine.
-*- Jaspersprite >:l
-*- VV|AT Probably wanted to pretend it was the norm -- pretend everything was normal and okay. He'd barely even acknowledge that they were dead, anymore. Everything was normal and okay, he tried very hard to believe.
-*- VV|AT Vergil never corrected him. He didn't deserve to have to face reality, anymore. After all, the current reality would become obsolete, soon enough. Time marched immeasurable here.
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole Because it was. They had this room, this bed, and all the TV they could ever want. What was wrong with that?
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole So what if he didn't have any arms?
-*- Jaspersprite >8l
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole So what if this room gave him the shivers sometimes?
-*- Jaspersprite (... Wait you haven't imagined your arms back yet--)
-*- Jaspersprite (Dante I--)
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole None of that mattered. Not anymore.
-*- Jaspersprite (Can you not remember your arms or--)
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole Everything was fine.
-*- PurpleKoopa > Dante: Retrieve arms from chest.
-*- Jaspersprite (You know that old saying 'I know this like the back of my hand' yEAH--)
-*- VV|AT His brother had refused to even imagine things up, a skill he'd bragged about so much before because Vergil...well, couldn't. He wouldn't even acknowledge that it could happen. That would mean acknowledging they were dead. That something had happened to kill them. The entire trauma that was their game.
-*- VV|AT Here's your explanation that I made up on the spot
-*- VV|AT Vergil tried not to think about it much, himself.
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole This was all they ever needed.
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole And it had never been any different.
-*- Jaspersprite o
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole Never.
-*- Jaspersprite :[
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole u0
-*- alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole * 0u0]
<alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole> [wAY TO RUIN MY CAMEO XCHAT]
-*- VV|AT But, as a result of Vergil's inability and Dante's refusal (newly-developed inability?), Vergil had taken to doing a lot of completely menial things. Like changing the TV manually, or making the bed.
<PurpleKoopa> "OH, ME?" he says, gesturing to himself with another snack. "CALL ME CRABDAD. LOTTA FOLKS JUST CALL ME '/DA/ /K/,' OR 'HIS CRABBLINESS,' BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M JUST COOL WITH BEING CALLED CRABDAD. THAT'S ME! A CRAB WHO IS ALSO A DAD."
<PurpleKoopa> He finishes off the rest of the muffin tray - save for one. Realizing that even for him, it would be a pretty dickish move to just stuff the last 'muff in his craw, he remembers his manners and offers the tray over to Jaspers. "OH YEAH, UH. THERE'S ANOTHER MUFFIN IN HERE. IF UH, YOU WANT IT OR ANYTHING." Fine manners, just /fine/.
-*- VV|AT He'd asked Strider to bring up food, the first little while. But Strider was nowhere to be found, and Dante was hungry. Or, should be getting hungry. Refused to acknowledge that hunger was not, in fact, an object.
-*- VV|AT So Vergil had steeled himself and headed downstairs. (Only for a short while, he promised quietly over his shoulder as he left, and then stepped out like it was not unusual at all. Nothing was unusual and everything was okay.) He was at the bottom of the stairs and the kitchen door was was right around the corner.
-*- VV|AT He stopped at the threshold. It smelled like various old foods and, more strongly, of muffins. The lurching, churning disgust in his stomach and the bile in his throat were from the too-sweet stench, with underlying old meat creating a disgusting mixture.
<Jaspersprite> "I bet you are a nice dad and also a very good crab too." He tries to force a smile, no matter how brief and pathetic it is in actuality. The muffin is eyed doubtfully, as though he was under the impression that it would detonate if he dared to pick it up, before feline centers return to the crustacean. "Are you sure? I mean. Uhm. I." ... Actually. All consid
<Jaspersprite> ering, this is probably his last chance to get a proper snack. The fridge was no doubt devastated, leaving baren racks in Crabdad's wake. Hesitantly, oh so hesitantly, a tentacle is reached over, hovering over it before quickly coiling around it and bringing it back. /Sniff/ /sniff/. "Thank you. Purr purr."
-*- VV|AT Everything was fine. He held his breath as he stepped into the room quietly and --
<Jaspersprite> "I do not remember if i had a dad or not. But if i did i bet he was a really good one."
-*- VV|AT What did he say.
-*- Jaspersprite . . .
-*- Jaspersprite Oh he knew that smell. It was the smell of cheap hair gel and even /more/ discount cologne. It could be Dirk, maybe. It could be a newcomer. But Jaspers wasn't stupid enough to try and believe that. There could be only one person in this entire manor that fit that description to the letter, and it was the one person in the entire manor that he hoped he wo
<Jaspersprite> uldn't run into.
-*- Jaspersprite Vergil.
-*- Jaspersprite Oh.
-*- VV|AT Oh.
-*- VV|AT It was. It was Jaspers. He hadn't seen the feline sprite since the night of the incident, before he'd...
-*- VV|AT ...
-*- VV|AT ...recovered.
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<SirScrewloose> Hey guys
-*- PurpleKoopa yooooo]]
<SirScrewloose> ))
<SirScrewloose> ((So what the shit's going on?))
-*- PurpleKoopa they're in a dream bubble in felt manor's kitchen - crabdad, jaspersprite, and vergil from dmc are all in here]]
<foureyedFeline> (dmc?)
-*- PurpleKoopa devil may cry]]
-*- VV|AT He wasn't sure what to do. He...hadn't thought much about the cat. Had tried not to. The worst parts of the dream-memories were when those wide, friendly eyes were looking on with horror, or when Rabbit came so close to getting his circuitry ripped apart. Rabbit seemed to have forgiven him, but judging by the sudden tension, the same could not be said of Jaspers.
<foureyedFeline> (don't know that series)
<VV|AT> [They're CapCom games.]
<alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole> [*CAPCOM]
<alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole> [cAPITAL LETTERS]
<Jaspersprite> [[Fffffffffffffff]]
-*- VV|AT He cleared his throat awkwardly, forgetting that he was going to simply step in and hold his breath and take whatever he could grab up to Dante. Forgetting not to breathe.
<alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole> [capcom never learned how to cruise control for cool]
<SirScrewloose> ((I have no idea who to be))
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad remains blissfully unaware of the awkward social tension, gnawing away at the thin traces of muffin batter still on the tray. Man, did that Hulk guy make 'em any better? He swears, if he were just as good at baking as he was at smashing, he could have like a total career change or whatever. Put that excess bloodrage into something /productive/, ya
-*- PurpleKoopa know?
<PurpleKoopa> Buuuuuut anyway. Looks like Princess Garfield over here's staring off into space or something. Crabdad turns around - there could be a constellation or something! Space is /awesome/! But instead? He just gets /this/ /guy/.
<PurpleKoopa> "OH. WHAT'S UP, BLEACHY?"
-*- VV|AT The smell of food made his stomach turn all the more. He swallowed and soldiered on. "Jaspers," he acknowledged, the name coming out a little choked. And...
-*- VV|AT Who's this douchecrab?
<SirScrewloose> ((Also distracted by pokemon))
<SirScrewloose> ((I finally get why natures are important because holy shit this ambipom is tearing it up
<SirScrewloose> ((I got it hatched, evolved, and levelled up to 53 in one day))
-*- VV|AT He didn't respond to the crab creature's question because he didn't know how to. And only partially because he was talking to a crab creature.
<VV|AT> [Niiiice.]
-*- PurpleKoopa bring on the hellmonkey]]
<SirScrewloose> (It takes off like half of the (not rock or steel) opponent's HP in one hit with a fakeout,))
-*- Jaspersprite Forgiveness was something Jaspers could do day and night, no matter what needed to be forgiven. But... but Vergil was a monster! A blood-thirsty demon that tore into those farm people. It was terrible to witness, and even worse to think about it happening again. In the end, Jaspers wasn't angry with Vergil or Dante. Being angry probably wasn't a thing he
<Jaspersprite> was capable of anymore.
<SirScrewloose> ((Also I'd like to meet the guy who decided dragon types would be so hard to raise and
-*- Jaspersprite But he /was/ capable of fear, and he was experiencing /quite/ a lot of it. More than any feline ought to in their nine lives.
<SirScrewloose> Give him a standing ovation
<SirScrewloose> To the face))
<foureyedFeline> (haha.)
-*- PurpleKoopa how to train your dragon
-*- PurpleKoopa the answer: grrrrrrrrrrrind it
<Jaspersprite> "Vergil." He simply replies, eyes focused on the surface of his muffin. Suddenly he's not so hungry anymore.
<Jaspersprite> [[Ffff]]
<SirScrewloose> (I do not have the patience to ever get a Zweilous))
<SirScrewloose> ((Wait no
<SirScrewloose> ((Hydreigon i meant))
<SirScrewloose> ((Level fucking 64))
<SirScrewloose> ((On the other hand, I'm pretty sure dragonair'll evolve soon))
<-> foureyedFeline is now known as KankriVantas
-*- KankriVantas senses a great deal of tension in this room, and enters to see if he might help desolve it--
<KankriVantas> "9h! Is that y9u, cra6father? What a surprise t9 run int9 y9u here."
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad looks at the sprite. Then at the swordsy guy. Then at Jaspers. Then at the sandwich-making materials in the back-- wait, he means VERGIL. Crabdad experiences a sudden epiphany. "OH. /OHHHHHH/. I SEE HOW IT IS. YOU AND THE HAIR GUY WANT TO SPEND SOME."
-*- PurpleKoopa (V) CLAW QUOTES (V)
<PurpleKoopa> " ''ALOOOOOOOOOOONE TIME.'' WELL! I SEE HOW IT IS. IF YOU DON'T MIND ME, I'LL JUST BE OVER HERE MAKING THE BIGGEST BLT YOU'VE EVER SEEN. THE B'S GONNA STAND FOR BACON *AND* BI--"
-*- PurpleKoopa (V)OwO(V)
<KankriVantas> (claw quotes y good)
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad turns to the doorway! "OH HEY THERE, CHAMP. NICE SWEATER YOU'VE GOT ON THERE. AND WHEN'D YOU GET THOSE FUNKY WHITE CONTACT LENSES? THOSE THINGS ARE LIKE, ALL THE RAGE THESE DAYS, I'VE HEARD."
<KankriVantas> "Ah. I supp9se y9u've mistaken me f9r an9ther individual. Perhaps I have d9ne the same; I ap9l9gize. Y9u must 6e /an9ther/ tr9ll's cra6father. nevertheless, y9u 6ear a striking similarity t9 mine - and y9u s9und like a pleasant en9ugh individual. W9uld y9u care t9 c9nverse? Perhaps a69ut this 9ther individual wh9m y9u've mistaken me f9r?"
<KankriVantas> "By the way, I'm not offended - it's quite alright."
-*- VV|AT Oh. The cat definitely didn't sound friendly. But he didn't sound angry, either. Didn't sound hateful. Simply sounded...afraid. Vergil pensively watched him fidget with the muffin in his tentacle, feeling more crestfallen at the reaction than he thought he should, given that he should certainly have expected it.
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad blinks his quadruple eyes. He's. Kind of flabbergasted. Who the fuck was this kid? "UHH. I GUESS. THAT'D BE TOTALLY FINE? I DUNNO, KID. I'M KIND OF UNUSED TO HOLDING ANY CONVERSATION WITH TINY LITTLE HORNED GUYS THAT DOESN'T DEVOLVE INTO A SCREECHING ARGUMENT. ARE YOU LIKE... HIS LONG-LOST MILD-MANNERED CLONE, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT? YOU MUSTA BEEN
<PurpleKoopa> THE *GOOD* TWIN, I TAKE IT."
-*- VV|AT The things Jaspers had seen and heard as a result of him and his brother were things that, on reflection, Vergil didn't think anyone should have to witness who was so gentle and friendly and open. He felt like a monster all over again.
-*- VV|AT He always seemed to hurt the innocent bystanders. At least this time, the bystander hadn't been injured as a result.
-*- VV|AT Physically.
-*- VV|AT He looked away after a moment of observing, ignoring the...guy in the red sweater? who quite abruptly and long-windedly joined them in the kitchen. He really didn't want to deal with more people than he had to. Not feeling so sick and with his throat burning like it was.
-*- VV|AT He wanted to turn tail and go upstairs. But then he'd arrive upset, needing help and comfort, and Dante was too fucking far gone to offer that. (For the first time, he felt bitter about it. But then, Dante deserved to blissfully ignore everything, after so much.) And he promised to return with food, anyway.
- {Day changed to Mon Dec 3 00:00:00 2012}
-*- VV|AT "I was j-just," he started, then paused uncomfortable. Then continued. "Looking for food to bring up to Dante."
<VV|AT> [also uh]
<VV|AT> [A++ Kankri]
<Jaspersprite> [[Yes yes indeed ouo]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Also that feeling when you type up a long post & then lose it immediately after]]
<KankriVantas> "I wouldn't call them arguments, per sé - the exchanges I involve myself in would be more accurately described as "debates", or "essays".  Of course it's perfectly alright if your primary method of communication involves screeching, and please do inform me if the conversation takes a turn into a forum that varies from your comfort zone."
<KankriVantas> " However flattered I might be to be called a mild-mannered twin, it does raise a number of implicated relation links which are A) inaccurate and B) potentially offensive to those who wish to disassociate themselves with their "twins." "
<KankriVantas> "In any case.  My name is Kankri Vantas, I identify as a troll, and the sweater is to proudly display the hue of my blood, despite the fact some consider it to be "mutant."  Who might your troll (or otherwisely-speciesed) charge be?"
<KankriVantas> (damn!  forgot my quirk.)
-*- PurpleKoopa yessssss BRING ON THE CHATTER
-*- PurpleKoopa it's cool dude, the heart of it is still there. that long-winded, dead flat heart.
<KankriVantas> "I w9uldn't call them arguments, per sé - the exchanges I inv9lve myself in w9uld 6e m9re accurately descri6ed as "de6ates", 9r "essays". 9f c9urse it's perfectly alright if y9ur primary meth9d 9f c9mmunicati9n inv9lves screeching, and please d9 inf9rm me if the c9nversati9n takes a turn int9 a f9rum that varies fr9m y9ur c9mf9rt z9ne."
<KankriVantas> "H9wever flattered I might 6e t9 6e called a mild-mannered twin, it d9es raise a num6er 9f implicated relati9n links which are A) inaccurate and 6) p9tentially 9ffensive t9 th9se wh9 wish t9 disass9ciate themselves with their "twins." "
<KankriVantas> "In any case. My name is Kankri Vantas, I identify as a tr9ll, and the sweater is t9 pr9udly display the hue 9f my 6l99d, despite the fact s9me c9nsider it t9 6e "mutant." Wh9 might y9ur tr9ll (9r 9therwisely-speciesed) charge 6e?"
-*- Jaspersprite Just got to find somebody to navigate the void, Jaspers thinks. Then he would never have to see Dante or Vergil or anybody else ever again. He could take Carley and Roxy and all of the other people he was absolutely sure would never hurt him and run to some far, far away bubble. They could make a go of their unlife for as long as they could in peace. It s
<Jaspersprite> ounded like a good plan to Jaspers. He'd... he'd never have to be afraid or miserable or hurt ever again.
-*- Jaspersprite He was so, so tired of all those awful feelings.
-*- Jaspersprite He was staring /so/ /hard/ at that muffin it may just burst into flames at any second. Miserable and hurt and afraid and /betrayed/ and /lied/ /to/ and-- and--
-*- Jaspersprite He didn't want to think about it. Not now. There'd be time for that later, much, much later-- behind closed doors and with trustworthy friends. With a hard gulp, the sprite merely nodded in understanding. Though frankly, he's not sure if there would be much food /left/. Who /knows/ how much Crabdad went through, after all. "M-me too."
-*- Jaspersprite ...
<Jaspersprite> "Are you-- uhm. I mean."
<Jaspersprite> "How is-- well."
<Jaspersprite> "... N-nevermind."
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<KankriVantas> (Jasper don't say a cat pun or it WILL burst into flames--)
<KankriVantas> ((Prequel references yes--))
-*- Jaspersprite Litterally shaking in his nonexistant boots
-*- Jaspersprite And I do mean LITTERALLY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
<KankriVantas> (klf-/foom/)
<KankriVantas> ((igniting sound??))
-*- Jaspersprite roasts marshmallow]]
<KankriVantas> (marshmellow ignites 2)
-*- Jaspersprite CATFEELS ABOUT BURNT MARSHMALLOW
-*- Jaspersprite /me He was so, so tired of all those awful feelings.
-*- Jaspersprite Wait no
-*- Jaspersprite http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=saalGKY7ifU
<KankriVantas> (instead of pictures of the man fading into the visuals, it's the marshmallow--)
<KankriVantas> (in a suit)
<Jaspersprite> [[Does that make Rose Jaspers or]]
<KankriVantas> (SORRY anyway I should go back to Crabdad RP)
-*- PurpleKoopa sorry for the delay, still typin']]
<Jaspersprite> [[I should also actually]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Take a shower real quick after my next post P:]]
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-*- VV|AT This was.
-*- VV|AT This was really awkward, as even Vergil could see and admit. But much more than awkward -- Jaspers seemed like he wanted to turn tail and shuffle from the room as silently and casually as possible. And a large part of Vergil wished he would -- he just wanted to get this over with and go upstairs and focus very intently on the TV while Dante ate.
-*- VV|AT But at the same time...
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad's jaw threatens to crack the linoleum in two. It's like he stepped into an alternate universe where his charge was raised by Crab Mr. Rogers, except with less talk about having feelings and junk and more... TALK. The lusus manages to clamp his jaw shut and cough out a response.
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<PurpleKoopa> "YEAH, UH. THAT WOULD BE KARKAT. HE'S MY LITTLE PRRRRRRRRIDE AND JOY. MAYBE YOU'VE SEEN HIM ROUND? HE STANDS ABOUT YAY HIGH, GOT THIS SCRUFFY KINDA HAIRDO TO HIM, AND HE CRIES DURING THE END OF ANY SCHLOCKY CHICK-FLICK, ESPECIALLY THE ONE WITH TROLL ZOOEY DESCHANEL. SERIOUSLY, MAN. HE THREATENED TO FLOOD MY HOUSE WITH CHERRY KOOL-AID, THE TEARS WERE SO BAD."
-*- VV|AT He'd never been good at fessing up to things of which he was guilty. He hadn't even tried, before, and it was one of his more painful regrets. He didn't want to start doing so now, either -- it seemed far too painful to be worth it.
-*- VV|AT "...H-he's o--"
-*- VV|AT No, that was a lie.
-*- VV|AT But he didn't know what else to say. Neither Dante nor he himself were alive, and Dante was certainly not okay. Not as okay as Vergil tried to believe. He couldn't even claim he was surviving. What's survival in the afterlife?
-*- VV|AT "...He's...I...d-don't know."
<PurpleKoopa> He pauses for a moment and catches himself. "WAAAAAAAAIT A MINUTE. ARE YOU GUYS, LIKE, TOTALLY OPEN TO THAT KIND OF THING? BECAUSE IF YOU AREN'T, THEN UH. *GRAPE*. I SAID *GRAPE* KOOL-AID. NOT CHERRY. /DUUUUUH/."
-*- Jaspersprite wanted to turn tail and shuffle from the room as silently and casually as possible. But he couldn't. Jaspers knew much, much better than that. If he ran back up to his room again he'd just spend another night trying to sleep-- and failing, at that. This was something that had to be done.
<Jaspersprite> "Oh. Thats-- thats not good. I think." He's still not sure how it was /going/ to be done, though. He gives the top of his muffin an ever so slight nibble, ears flat and voice quiet.
<Jaspersprite> "... I--"
<Jaspersprite> "I think i should leave soon. From the bubble i mean. And--"
<Jaspersprite> "And you should too. You do not sound okay here."
<KankriVantas> "Yes, yes, Karkat! I had my suspici9ns that y9u were talking a69ut him, 6ut I didn't want t9 assume. Y9u kn9w the idi9m a69ut assuming, c9rrect? Haha. Yes, I have met Karkat. Delightful 69y. Very g99d listener. W9uld make an excellent disciple, 6ut I ch99se n9t t9 pressure any9ne int9 such a path."
<KankriVantas> "I've never shared a 6l99d t9ne with any9ne else 6ef9re, 6ut I supp9se that is 9nly t9 6e expected with y9ur dancest9r. Well, I am 9pen t9 expressing my 6l99d c9l9r, and I 6elieve Karkat is t99, simply 6ecause 69th 9f us n9 l9nger live in a s9ciety where we w9uld 6e pr9secuted, 9r "culled", f9r 9ur differential hem9-t9nes."
<KankriVantas> "Alth9ugh, that is n9t t9 say we are /c9mpletely/ free in this dream 6u66le realm. Prejudices and ver6al/em9ti9nal persecuti9n still exist, and wearing y9ur 6l99d c9l9r 9n y9ur sleeve (quite literally in my case) can still 6e a danger9us practice."
<KankriVantas> "6ut I 6elieve that any9ne sh9uld have the right t9 whatever hue 9f 6l99d they are c9mf9rta6le with, with9ut 6eing judged."
<VV|AT> [Jaspurrs are you gon' shower or]
<VV|AT> ['cause I can wait for you to get back to respond if you should do that uwu]
<Jaspersprite> [[No no go ahead and respond uvu* I won't be long!]]
<VV|AT> [A'ight. c:]
<KankriVantas> (go ahead Jaspers try to hide in your shower)
<KankriVantas> (you can't escape my red miles)
-*- PurpleKoopa kankri's words pour out of the shower head
-*- VV|AT O-oh.
-*- VV|AT Oh.
-*- VV|AT ...What?
-*- VV|AT Vergil blinked, wide-eyed, at the feline. Partially because he was managing to /almost/ steadily hold a conversation, and to show concern for Vergil and his brother's well-being. Even if to a very small degree, and even if reluctantly.
-*- VV|AT But Vergil... Loss of control was an anomaly to him. He wouldn't simply have accidentally hurt someone in a fit of rage. He knew what was happening, knew what he was doing. And he didn't think that deserved forgiveness.
-*- VV|AT He was also surprised, partially, because of the suggestion itself. Leaving the bubble.
-*- VV|AT It wasn't as though he hadn't thought of it before. He had. He'd considered suggesting to Dante that they should take Jaspers, Strider, and anyone else that mattered and just leave. Dante could navigate the Void -- could learn how. He was a Time player. It was part of the skillset. And being anywhere but here seemed so appealing sometimes. Somewhere quiet and out of the way and perfect where it didn't have to hurt so much.
-*- VV|AT So yes, he'd thought about it. But now, with Dante as he was...
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad nods his big crab head approvingly, apparently accepting the good news. "OH, YEAH. I THINK THAT TOO. JUST AS LONG AS NO ONE CALLS HIM A CRIMSON-VEINED FREAK OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. OTHERWISE, WHOEVER'S BULGE THAT IS IS GONNA GET A VISIT FROM MY TWO BEST FRIENDS: SNIPPY AND SNAPPY."
<PurpleKoopa> He raises his claws and snaps them accordingly. "WATCH OUT! SNAPPY'S GOT A HAIR-TRIGGER TEMPER."
<alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole> [Somewhere quiet and out of the way and perfect where it didn't hav]
-*- VV|AT  have to hurt so much.
<PurpleKoopa> "ANYWAY, I THINK HE'S ON TO DOING BIGGER AND GREATER THINGS, LIKE FINALLY ACHIEVING HIS DREAM OF BEING AN ORDER-DISHIN' HARDASS, JUST LIKE HIS OLD CRAB WAS." He sniffs a little and rubs a claw against his face. "I'M NOT CRYING. CRYING'S NOT A THING THAT CRABS CAN DO."
-*- VV|AT "I d-don't think he." Pause. "I don't think we are," he admitted, slowly, frowning at the ground. "But...D-Dante is not exactly in the condition to leave. I don't know if he'd listen." The words seemed almost directed to himself.
<Jaspersprite> [[oOPS I was]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Away longer than I thought I'd be u8]]
<Jaspersprite> "I-- i know. I just thought that." ... "I dont know. I just do not think this is a safe place anymore. I mean. I do not know if it ever was know that i think about it. But after the farm you. You." He can't push himself to finish the sentence-- as hard as he tries, the thought of what happened was almost too much to bare. Jaspers takes another hesitant nibble
<KankriVantas> "However overjoyed" - he says with a straight face - "I may be that you and I share the same zero-tolerance policy toward bloodcaste oppression and mutant-shaming, I must warn you that violence is not an appropriate and constructive response."
<KankriVantas> "I'm sure Snippy and especially Snappy are eager to taste justice, but allow me to bend your ear for a while - unless of course, a phrase that contains the word "ear" is offensive to you, in which case let me immediately ask you for a more crustacean-appropriate phrase."
<Jaspersprite> of the muffin's surface absent-mindedly, letting the end of his sentence linger before reluctantly-- oh so reluctantly-- forcing himself to finish it. "After you hurt those people. And when they hurt you. And-- and dante. And almost hurt me."
<KankriVantas> (i did it again - one sec, my bad)
<KankriVantas> "H9wever 9verj9yed" - he says with a straight face - "I may 6e that y9u and I share the same zer9-t9lerance p9licy t9ward 6l99dcaste 9ppressi9n and mutant-shaming, I must warn y9u that vi9lence is n9t an appr9priate and c9nstructive resp9nse."
<Jaspersprite> "... I thought you and dante were gonna help me but you--"
<KankriVantas> "I'm sure Snippy and especially Snappy are eager to taste justice, but allow me to bend your ear for a while - unless of course, a phrase that contains the word "ear" is offensive to you, in which case let me immediately ask you for a more crustacean-appropriate phrase."
<Jaspersprite> "You didnt. 3:"
<KankriVantas> (i give up wow.)
-*- KankriVantas perks his head a bit.  "I'm s9rry, did y9u just mention triggers?"
<KankriVantas> (i keep copypasting the unformatted section i don't know why, gomen)
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad has no idea what can of worms he's about to open. He just stares at sweater Karkat a little blankly, raising his non-existant eyebrow up high."NO NO, 'EAR' IS OKAY, BUT UH. YEAH. I MENTIONED TRIGGERS. TRIGGERS AS IN SNAPPY'S NO-SASS ATTITUDE TO BLOOD-JUDGING ASSWIPES AND THEIR RESPECTIVE BULGES. THE DUDE'S AN HONORARY PRIEST TO THE TROLL POPE, I BET."
<PurpleKoopa> "BUT YEAH, UH. WHY? WHY YOU ASKIN'?"
-*- VV|AT He'd started to look at the cat as he spoke, but averted his eyes when the feline nipped at the muffin, his stomach roiling for a multitude of reasons. Guilt and disgust all bundled up in one sickening package. Made him want to go find the nearest porcelain throne and vomit the nonexistent contents of his stomach into it. He managed to refrain, swallowing as the speech tapered to two simple words that were, really, at the heart of everything that was wrong with him.
-*- VV|AT that were, really, at the heart of everything that was wrong with him.
-*- VV|AT He didn't listen, he didn't do it right, he didn't try hard enough. He didn't understand, or he didn't want to. Not he couldn't. He could. He was capable of most things, and that wasn't pride talking.
-*- VV|AT And this very situation summed up all the terrible things he'd ever done. Wide-eyed, upset Jaspers was not the first person to be hurt because of him, but that didn't make it any less potently painful -- to know that this was his doing, more or less. He couldn't blame Dante.
-*- VV|AT "I'm...sorry," he mumbled, slowly, in an uncharacteristically slurred manner. "I..." What? He what? He wouldn't have hurt Jaspers? A lie. He didn't know what he was doing? A lie. It was just to protect Dante?
-*- VV|AT A lie, he would reluctantly admit. An excuse, yes, but not the truth. His actions were born out of cold, calculated revenge. If he'd wanted to protect his brother, he'd have restrained him, taken him back, wouldn't let him have the pseudo-lives of those people on his shoulders. Maybe he would've killed them the way he had, but he wouldn't lie and say it was purely to protect his brother.
<KankriVantas> "I als9 h9ld a "n9-sass" disp9siti9n t9ward th9se wh9 judge 6ased 9n 6l99d t9ne, 9r f9r that matter, any 9ther classificati9n that c9uld p9ssi6ly separate 9ne individual fr9m an9ther. Seems y9u and I are fr9m the same ilk. H9wever, I prefer t9 res9lve the issues thr9ugh extensive dial9gues rather than res9rting t9 claw-6ased vi9lence."
<KankriVantas> "I find it aggravates the issue and in fact, dev9lves int9 69th parties thr9wing 6l9ws nutil the c9nflict is extensively physical instead 9f 6eing a matter 9f mental c9nflict."
-*- VV|AT So instead of continuing, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, he stared at the ground with the expression of someone sitting in agony waiting for their death. "...They hurt Dante," he muttered, finally. The same thing he'd said to Rabbit -- desperate, but not an excuse. Not a lie. They had hurt Dante and there was no forgiveness or mercy for such a crime. "And I..."
<KankriVantas> "I ask a69ut y9ur triggers 6ecause it's imp9rtant t9 6e wary 9f them. In ign9rance, 9ne can step 9n a c9nversati9n partner's em9ti9nal "t9es" 9r "claws" 9r "h99ves" 9r "paws" 9r whatever metaph9rical digits y9u'd prefer t9 p9ssess. Accidentally upsetting s9me9ne 9ut 9f ign9rance is n9 excuse f9r c9nducting a micr9-aggressi9n."
-*- VV|AT He exhaled through his nose, trying to figure out what to say. That he was a demon? He couldn't always control himself? Both were true in small ways, but not good enough.
-*- VV|AT "...Dante didn't know what he was doing," he said instead, softly. Resigned himself quietly to be the one that the guilt fell on. He'd prefer that to any other fate.
-*- VV|AT After all, he really did deserve it.
-*- Jaspersprite Begrudgingly, his gaze tore itself from the muffin top and traveled to Vergil, at the apology-- not daring to make eye contact with Vergil's own milky white. He looks nothing /like/ a monster, admittedly-- sure, some time in the sun might do him some good, but
<Jaspersprite> that didn't make him any boogieman. It's easy to believe he wasn't actually a monster-- too easy. Jaspers certainly fell for it, at least. What if he fell for somebody /else/ just being a monster in disguise? What if... what if /Carley/ was a monster? What if Roxy was a monster, too?
-*- Jaspersprite He didn't dare think about it further, but the notion left it's mark. The sprite's fur stands on edge, voice still hesitant, ever worry-ridden, always frail. "It is. It is okay. I mean. If-- if they hurt me i think nepeta or carley would have done the same. I mean if they were a mons--"
<KankriVantas> (neps is actually a boogie--)
-*- Jaspersprite . . .
<Jaspersprite> "Like you and dante."
<Jaspersprite> "... What if you hurt me too? Or my friends. What if-- what if one day you just get so super mad and hurt everybody around and-- and--"
<Jaspersprite> "And i am scared. I am scared and-- and i am sorry. 8<"
<PurpleKoopa> "HAHA, YOU'RE KIDDING ME, RIGHT? MAN, ME AND KARKAT, WE USED TO GET INTO *ALL* *KINDS* OF BLOW-TRADING FISTFIGHTS. OR /EXCUSE/ /MOI/, CLAW/PAW/HOOF/WRIGGLING PSEUDOPOD FIGHTS, AM I RIGHT? THEY HAPPENED LIKE, ANY TIME EITHER ONE OF US WERE IN THE SAME VICINITY AS THE OTHER, *ESPECIALLY* WHEN WE WERE IN THE NUTRITION BLOCK."
<PurpleKoopa>  "FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, IT TURNED HIM FROM A TOUGH LITTLE SHIT INTO A TOUGHER, *ROCK*-*SOLID* LITTLE SHIT. THE KIND THAT GOLEMS HAVE WHEN THEY GOT TO DO THEIR BIZ. WOULD'VE PROBABLY HELPED TURN YOU INTO THE FECULENT, YET HARDCORE REMAINS OF SOME ROCK GIANT'S LUNCH TOO, I BET."
-*- VV|AT Vergil flinched, uncharacteristically. "N-no, it's...okay. It's fine. Those are good questions." The words tumbled out, awkward reassurances, almost too quickly -- he didn't want Jaspers feeling guilt like that, certainly not when he'd done nothing wrong. That kind of thing had happened too many times, as well, and he was tired of it. Tired of not trying.
<PurpleKoopa> "SAY, NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING ABOUT HAVING A CRABDAD OF YOUR OWN? NOW WHAT WAS *THAT* CHUMP LIKE, I WONDER? DOES HE MEASURE UP TO MY MAJESTIC CRUSTACEAN CHARISMA? GIVE IT TO ME STRAIGHT, KID. WHAT WAS THAT GUY LIKE?"
-*- Jaspersprite Not even gonna bother pointing out Crabdad's swearing r/n
-*- Jaspersprite He will, though
-*- Jaspersprite A week later
-*- Jaspersprite 'Hey mister crabdad! Remember last sunday when you said a swear word to kankri? That was a bad word and you should not say it. <:3'
-*- VV|AT Despite his swift reassurances, it was still another few moments before he -- slowly, haltingly -- offered a response. "...I wonder the same things. I..." He glanced to his left, shifted his weight, then, in a lower voice, as though confessing a secret: "I'm scared too."
-*- KankriVantas Thank you Jaspers I will lecture him at length for his language at a later timeframe.
<KankriVantas> "I'm s9rry t9 hear that, unless 9f c9urse it's h9w the tw9 9f y9u expressed y9ur lusus/tr9ll l9ve f9r each 9ther, in which case, I'm happy t9 hear that."
-*- Jaspersprite Thank
<KankriVantas> Oh, boy, where does Kankri even begin on that statement Crabdad just unloaded.  "Thank y9u f9r the c9l9rful metaph9r, 6ut I'd really rather remain unlikened t9 sedimentary waste dr9ppings. I supp9se each lusus raises their tr9ll in the way which they deem m9st fitting 6ased up9n their species and pers9nality, and I can hardly fault y9u f9r that."
-*- PurpleKoopa HEY, HEATHCLIFF. MY COMPLAINTS DEPARTMENT HAS A NEW MANAGER NOW. GUESS WHO IT IS? THAT'S RIGHT, SNAPPY! JUST SO YOU KNOW IN CASE YOU BUG ME ABOUT DONATING TO THE SWEAR JAR CHARITY AGAIN. (V)imi(V)
-*- KankriVantas looks a bit thoughtful.  "...9h, my cra6father? Let's see... Well, he is m9re similar t9 y9u, than Karkat is t9 me. At least fr9m my perspective, h9wever 6iased it may 6e."
-*- VV|AT It was more true than he could express. "I don't know what I'd do if I were to hurt someone who didn't deserve it --" He just refrained from adding 'again', because the situation wasn't quite the same as...
-*- VV|AT ...No, he had hurt someone, very directly, and many more indirectly. It was dishonest, but Jaspers didn't need to know about it, and he had yet to stop being a terribly selfish person. He didn't want the cat to hate him more than he undoubtedly did.
<Jaspersprite> "Me too. 3:" He would never, /ever/ be able to forgive himself if HE hurt any of his friends. It'd be unthinkable. Friends are some of the most important things in the world! They're the people that stick by you and help you out when you need it the most, no matter what you need help with. Of course, he wasn't a monster like that, but... still. "All of-- of m
-*- PurpleKoopa interneeeeeet]]
<Jaspersprite> y friends are becoming monsters vergil and i dont-- i dont know why. Rose and alphy and you and--"
<Jaspersprite> "And /dante/ and /you/ /too/? I dont want that vergil i dont--"
<Jaspersprite> "I dont want that. I dont want my friends to be monsters and hurt people v-vergil. 3':" ... Oh jeez, look. Now there's /tears/-- trickling down his fur and onto the muffin still held in his tentacles, the edge of which now somewhat lacking from all his nibbling.
<PurpleKoopa> Crabdad folds his arms and pumps his chest out, beaming with crustacean pride. (V)~*CRABLIFE 4LYFE*~(V) "HAHA, YEAH, I FIGURED THAT! THE WORD 'CRABBY' DIDN'T BECOME SYNONYMOUS WITH 'IRRITABLE AND ILL-TEMPERED' FOR NO GOOD REASON, PAL. ...MAN, THAT IS JUST *SOMETHING*. I'M PRACTICALLY SOULMATES WITH THE GUY ALREADY!"
<PurpleKoopa> He closes his eyes, leans back, and envisions all of the potential crabdad bonding time. Ah. Good times, man. Good imaginary times.
<Jaspersprite> [[And you and Dante and you too]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Falls over]]
<VV|AT> [Shh no it's ok he is stressed and being repetitive because of that]
<alabastorArchbabby|cattyCarole> [yeah man, i thought it was a nice touch!]
-*- VV|AT O-oh God. He didn't know how to deal with tears. Still. He hadn't even tried last time -- but last time, Dante hadn't been far. He'd gotten chewed out but his brother had done the hard work of getting rid of those damn tears.
<PurpleKoopa> "MAN, I TELL YA," he stays, still captivated in his own little crab-filled universe. "FRIENDS ARE SOME OF THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS IN THE WORLD."
-*- VV|AT This time, though, Dante was nowhere nearby, and if he had been he'd be in no fit state to help. So Vergil sucked it up and tried to remember what witchcraft his brother had worked.
<KankriVantas> "Am I t9 understand y9u take pride in y9ur ill-temperedness and irrita6le nature?"
<KankriVantas> "Funny, Jaspersprite 9ver there was just saying the same thing a69ut friends a few m9ments ag9. I happened t9 have 9verheard him."
-*- Jaspersprite More like /eavesdrop/
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-*- VV|AT "I-I'll try not to...do it, again," he offered lamely, struggling to speak like a horse with a mangled leg trying to walk. "I d-don't become so...monstrous --" (it was an accurate term, but it still hurt) "-- unless Dante o-or someone else I care for has been very severely hurt." It wasn't much of a reassurance or a comfort, but it was all he had to give.
-*- VV|AT "...D-Dante's not a monster, though," he added, quickly. "He was...hurt and scared, and lost control. But he's...very, very human. Not a monster at all."
<PurpleKoopa> "WELL YEAH, OF COURSE I DO," he bellowed. "WHAT, YOU THINK I OUGHTA DENY MY INHERIT CRABBINESS? THAT'S LIKE SAYING THE CAT-STODIAN'S GOTTA STOP TAKING SO MANY CATNAPS, OR THAT THAT SEAHORSE GUY'S GOTTA STOP SEAHORSIN' AROUND. IT JUST AIN'T IN MY NATURE TO BE SOMEBODY WHO I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT."
<PurpleKoopa> "AND YEAH, ME TOO. I WAS FUCKDEEP IN THE CRABZONE AND I *STILL* HEARD MEOW MIX CRYIN' UP A FRIGGIN' WATERFALL FROM HERE."
<PurpleKoopa> He holds his claws up to his mouth and yells from halfway across the room: (as if that were necessary) "HEY! PRINCESS PURINA! ARE YOU GONNA EAT THAT OR... WAIT A MINUTE, YOU PROBABLY GUNKED IT UP WITH YOUR NASTY CAT HAIR ALREADY. Y'KNOW WHAT? KEEP IT! LIL GIFT FROM ME TO YOU, BUDDY!"
<KankriVantas> "Well said, Karkat's cra6father." He gives Crabdad a pat on the carapace. "6e wh9ever and whatever y9u feel y9u identify with. I'm s9 very glad y9u're c9mf9rta6le in y9ur 9wn carapace."
<KankriVantas> "If y9u'd ever like t9 talk with s9me9ne a69ut issues such as this, 9r perhaps y9u'd just like t9 speak with a Vantas 9ther than y9ur 9wn, please d9 keep in t9uch with me, alright? It's 6een a pleasure, Mr. Vantas-cra6."
<KankriVantas> (thanks!  I ought turn in)
-*- PurpleKoopa thanks for the RP! you made a great kankri. see you round sometime!
<VV|AT> [Crabdad identifies with Sean Crabbery.]
<VV|AT> [He means Connery.]
<KankriVantas> (haha.)
<KankriVantas> (Yeah I'm often here, as foureyedFeline.  Bye PK)
<Jaspersprite> [[Gotta stop popping away for Oblivion--]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Byyye Peeks ouo]]
<PurpleKoopa> "SAME THING TO YOU, LIL BUDDY." He gives that kid a much more intense pat on the back and sends him on his way. "SEE YOU ROUND, PAL!"
-*- PurpleKoopa pffff i'm not going anywhere, dude d:
<KankriVantas> (i'm the one departing)
<KankriVantas> (night jasp)
<VV|AT> [G'night, FF!]
<KankriVantas> (Have 'fun' with Dante)
<Jaspersprite> [[Oh-- fff, will do. Night FF uwu]]
<Jaspersprite> "It is okay. I do not think you meant it. :<" He really didn't mean for the term to hurt-- but what else could he say? It fit like a glove, despite how upset Jaspers is with it. They were scary like a monster. They /acted/ like a monster-- hell, they were even screeing like monsters! "I know i have to understand you and him were just angry. Im just afraid."
<Jaspersprite> "Everybody has been hurt so much already and it is not fair. 3:" S n i f f l e.
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-*- VV|AT "...I-it isn't fair," Vergil agreed quietly, rolling the little bits of lint he'd managed to dredge up from the seam of his pockets between his fingers. Anything to focus on that wasn't Jaspers or his food or.
-*- Jaspersprite ... Wait he--
-*- Jaspersprite Crabdad I--
-*- Jaspersprite ... He didn't gunk up anything. And his cat hair is not nasty. And.
-*- Jaspersprite  38
-*- VV|AT At least the tears had lessened. A little. He thought they had, anyway. "It's okay to be scared," he tried. "E-everyone is, sometimes. And. After seeing us like that, I don't expect you not to be." That'd just be unfair. An unfair and cruel expectation.
-*- VV|AT He wanted to add something, but he didn't know what to say. Apologize again? Try to comfort him? Vergil didn't know. Didn't even know how to go about the latter.
-*- PurpleKoopa With Troll Mr. Rogers Jr. finally out of the picture, Crabdad cracks down and sloppily crafts his latest culinary disasterpiece: the Big+Bacon Lettuce Tomato sandwich. Wow, that sure looked... appetizing, alright. "OKAY, LUNCH IS ON ME... AND *FOR* ME. KEKEKEKEKE." He squeezes the greasy concoction onto a plate and carries it out into the living room.
-*- PurpleKoopa Hm, was he done here? Maybe he should say something. Just to ease off the tension.
-*- PurpleKoopa "YO, LEMME KNOW WHEN YOU TWO PLUG UP THE LEAKS IN THE FRONT OF YOUR SKULLS. GET SOME CORKS OR SOMETHING, I DUNNO. IF ANYONE NEEDS ME, I'LL BE REWATCHING ALL OF THE *GOOD* TROLL JAMES BOND FILMS. YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKIN' ABOUT. SEAN CRABBERY'S A *CLASSIC*."
-*- PurpleKoopa And there he goes, off to a cinematic marathon where he will most assuredly fall asleep by the end of the second picture. Oh, Crabdad. Will you ever change?
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<Jaspersprite> "It-- it is okay." He repeated, trying to pay little mind to Crabdad's comments. Mean! Mean and rude and a very crabby crab, that crab is. He could say things about him all day and /still/ feel like he could say some more. /Meanie/. His gaze goes off to the side, settling on the kitchen's tiles. He guesses he's right-- everybody /has/ to get scared at /some/
<Jaspersprite> point. Even big strong tough guys! Like Dante and Vergil. But... it didn't change how horrifying the sights were. And how horrifying the possibility of it ever, ever happening again. "... Can you tell dante i am sorry though?"
<Jaspersprite> "I--"
<Jaspersprite> "I ate him a little. I think. Not much but i did. And he did not even taste that good. :<"
-*- Jaspersprite ...
<Jaspersprite> "I dont mean he smells--"
<Jaspersprite> "Or is unclean please do not-- do not take it that way i am sorry. 38"
-*- Rabbit jaspers why are you so kawaii
-*- VV|AT seriously kawaii and my heart
-*- VV|AT O-oh.
-*- VV|AT He hadn't really wanted to think about that.
-*- VV|AT Vergil suddenly looked distinctly paler than usual, which was saying something. And also sick to his stomach. He pressed a hand over his mouth and held his breath for a long moment, making a point of not vomiting all over the floor.
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-*- VV|AT After longer than he'd care to admit, he slowly removed the hand. "No, it's okay," he mumbled absently, dismissive of the irrational apologies. After a moment, he spoke again, very uneasily. "H-he doesn't really r-remember. And I don't think he kn-knows what actually happened."