==> Situation: Four human children wielding various blades are facing a psyonic troll with red-blue shades and doubled horns. The troll has just informed them that they aren't going to get any bounty for killing him because he's part of the local human/troll-wolfpack. ==> Hal: Burst into tears. Fuck you. ...Or whoever came up with that. You do not do stereotypical overreactions to simple relief.
The heavy breathing is because you've been running. It is not sobbing. Not at all.
If Sawtooth is stupid enough to give you that handkerchief he has somehow pulled out of thin air, he's getting it back as a suppository.
==> Sollux: Be clueless about what to do with a crying child. That's for wastes of breath like Eridan. You are a highly intelligent computerrorist, who knows exactly how he should respond to any situation at any given time.
Your high intelligence is telling you that the four incredibly dirty grubs facing you are Striders and Lalondes. Pale hair, weapons, no self-preservation, already giving you a headache. Striders. Two female. Lalondes.
You know exactly what to do.
"Hey! Guys! Dave hasn't been paying his support!"
(By the way? The human thing about Ancestors paying for the upkeep of their Descendents is totally weird. They are never allowed to call quadranting weird again. (You make a note to tell Roxy this as soon as possible.))
Aaand that's your duty to the pack fulfilled. You turn your attention back to the palmtop you've been messing around with. Dirk and Equius worked together to make the hardware; you might as well put some thought into the software you're writing for it.
==> Roxy: Go see what Sollux is talking about. Hmm. Could be fun. Then again, hanging around here to tease Dave about it could be fun, too.
But it'll be easier to tease him if you know what's going on, so you wander off in the right direction. Tequila's gone ahead of you. PUPS! Our pups!
You have baby cousins!
"Woooohoooooooo!"
==> John: Welcome your new packmembers! You'd love to, if you knew about them. Politics. Bluh. Especially when they mean you, Karkat, Feferi, Terezi, Jane, and Dirk, won't know about any of this fun stuff until later!
Meeting beureaucrats to argue over where your pack's territory should be has never been so sucky.
Oh well, you'll get back just in time to join in the party Nepeta and Jade arrange to celebrate your pack's new kids.
no subject
==> Situation: Four human children wielding various blades are facing a psyonic troll with red-blue shades and doubled horns. The troll has just informed them that they aren't going to get any bounty for killing him because he's part of the local human/troll-wolfpack.
==> Hal: Burst into tears.
Fuck you. ...Or whoever came up with that. You do not do stereotypical overreactions to simple relief.
The heavy breathing is because you've been running. It is not sobbing. Not at all.
If Sawtooth is stupid enough to give you that handkerchief he has somehow pulled out of thin air, he's getting it back as a suppository.
==> Sollux: Be clueless about what to do with a crying child.
That's for wastes of breath like Eridan. You are a highly intelligent computerrorist, who knows exactly how he should respond to any situation at any given time.
Your high intelligence is telling you that the four incredibly dirty grubs facing you are Striders and Lalondes. Pale hair, weapons, no self-preservation, already giving you a headache. Striders. Two female. Lalondes.
You know exactly what to do.
"Hey! Guys! Dave hasn't been paying his support!"
(By the way? The human thing about Ancestors paying for the upkeep of their Descendents is totally weird. They are never allowed to call quadranting weird again. (You make a note to tell Roxy this as soon as possible.))
Aaand that's your duty to the pack fulfilled. You turn your attention back to the palmtop you've been messing around with. Dirk and Equius worked together to make the hardware; you might as well put some thought into the software you're writing for it.
==> Roxy: Go see what Sollux is talking about.
Hmm. Could be fun. Then again, hanging around here to tease Dave about it could be fun, too.
But it'll be easier to tease him if you know what's going on, so you wander off in the right direction. Tequila's gone ahead of you. PUPS! Our pups!
You have baby cousins!
"Woooohoooooooo!"
==> John: Welcome your new packmembers!
You'd love to, if you knew about them. Politics. Bluh. Especially when they mean you, Karkat, Feferi, Terezi, Jane, and Dirk, won't know about any of this fun stuff until later!
Meeting beureaucrats to argue over where your pack's territory should be has never been so sucky.
Oh well, you'll get back just in time to join in the party Nepeta and Jade arrange to celebrate your pack's new kids.