001 ♑ open log

[honkhonkwoof]

Characters: Gamzee and roommates?
Format: Prose is what I'd rather use at the moment, but it can switch to action later.
This log is: Open
Location: Fortitude, Pale 2-A
Summary: Gamzee's not feeling well at all... are you really going to bug him?
Warnings: He'll probably be aggressive if your character speaks to him.

His head hurts.

No, 'hurts' isn't right. More like throbs. More like he's in agony, each second passing slowly and torturously. He wonders if his head is going to explode, if he's going to snap and break and shatter, wonders if he'll coat the walls with indigo. The bright of the sun, that motherfucking sun, makes him want to claw his own eyes out because it just won't leave, and it doesn't burn his skin but he wishes it would because then maybe he'd be put out of his misery.

It'd started slow, but the battles and the rush and blur of everything, the talking and yammering and nobody shuts the motherfuck up around here only made things worse. He's in his room, and thank the mirthful messiahs, it's empty, how painfully miraculous. He doesn't even want to think, doesn't want to feel, because with the headache comes a stomach ache -- and his muscles, they ache, too. It's strange and maybe it's just because of the shock -- but wouldn't that only be mental stress? It just feels like something's missing. Felt like that for a long while, since he got here, and he's not even sure how many days have passed but its been getting worse and worse, and now it's at its peak. Maybe it's just got to get worse before it gets better, but he doesn't think he'll make it to the 'get better' part.

So he's left to grab his PDA and a blanket, maybe two, okay three, and he doesn't care whos they are and just wraps himself in a cocoon. It's the first comforting feeling, with warm, suffocating walls wrapped around him, he's felt since he got here. Everything's too bright and now it's dark, and the burn and throb of his eyes and head slow. So he's in a quiet corner, praying the pain and the -- urge -- to just hurt someone leave. ( That's another thing he'd felt, anger, like that quick whip of irriational anger he'd felt upon learning he'd be a weapon the first week. But now it grows; and it does not leave, even though he hides it behind his friendly mask, just grows, threatening to consume him. )

He thinks he`ll stay hidden here for a while...

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[honkhonkwoof]

He almost wants to scream when he hears the door opening and closing as Lelouch comes in, and wants to tear out somebody's throat when there's even more noise. Of course, not literally, (not yet) but the sentiment was the same. Obviously, Lelouch had to put away his things, but nothing really mattered to Gamzee right now; sense was lost to him. He just needed silence. He prays for patience, and he tries to keep his anger under control, but when Lelouch speaks he just snaps. A growl tears through his throat and he speaks from under the blankets. Maybe keeping his eyes off Lelouch would help him keep his control. "Shut the fuck up." He's snarling, clearly heard through the blankets; "I hope you'll leave me the motherfuck alone."

[veepofchess]

He was rather surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. But he thought he knew what the problem was. "I don't much like the situation here either, but turning on each other won't do anything to change it. I'm not going to force you to fight if you don't want to." He looked at the mirror to adjust his tie and uniform lapels as he spoke. "And we're not completely without options."

[honkhonkwoof]

"You wouldn't motherfucking force me to do anything." He grumbles, and fumbles with the edges of the blankets and pulls them tighter around himself. His horns threaten to tear the fabric, but he doesn't really give a shit. "What the fuck're those damn options." Be quick, Lelouch, your voice is starting to grate on his nerves.

[veepofchess]

"Break it." He said coolly. "Or bring this entire system down around their ears. Or horns, in your case. Nothing can remain while we can do something to change it. I've overcome worse odds than this." Funny how knowing your sister was alive infuses some optimism into your life.

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee pulls the blankets around him and keeps on pulling, and there's the small sound of fabric tearing slightly. He stops once he hears that, though. He doesn't want to deal with Lelouch freaking out on him, or worse, lecturing him. He seems to be the kind of guy that would do that.

Gamzee takes a moment to consider Lelouch's words, then grins. Of course, he can't see it. "... Fuck, bro, I like the sound of that." He laughs, bitter and humorless. "Does breaking them come before or after?" No, don't think, don't think, and especially not like that...

[veepofchess]

"Whenever it is necessary," he shrugged. "But is there anything I can do to help you? As your Player, I suppose it's my job to look out for you." But he heard that rip. "And, ah, I'd prefer it if my blanket weren't perforated."

[honkhonkwoof]

Okay now his horns tear completely through the fabric. Fuck. He snarls. "I don't need anyone looking out for me, especially not a motherfucking human." He can't help the anger that burns through him, and he suddenly finds the heat he's wrapped himself around in more annoying than comforting. With a low growl of irriation, he slides all the blankets off (pushing them up awkwardly to escape his horns) and stands up, glaring at Lelouch. Hopefully he doesn't take alarm at the sight of his usually cheery makeup smeared, making him look more grim than happy.

[veepofchess]

His guard does come up when he gets a more full picture of just what kind of change his Weapon and roommate has gone through. He supposed he would have to fix those holes now. But the makeup didn't seem to faze him much.

He really didn't look affected by the other's mood, though. In fact, he looked him in the eye, same as ever. He'd gotten used enough to people with horns so far. And he was far from easily intimidated. "I don't mean to imply that you can't take care of yourself. There's no harm in getting help from others."

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee fights the underlying urge to break Lelouch's neck and instead gives him a pointed look. "Still don't motherfucking need it." Staring more closely, he notices the bright purple of Lelouch's eyes.

His arms come up too fast to be blocked and he grabs the front of Lelouch's shirt, violently yanking him closer to stare in his eyes. His own turn from a brilliant yellow to a deepening orange.

Fuck.

"Motherfucker," he growls, a sound of warning. "What color's your blood?" It's an instant reaction. The small voice of reason in his head fades.

[veepofchess]

"Very we-" he started to say, anyway, before he started to be manhandled. He still didn't look fazed. If Gamzee was looking for someone to beg him for mercy, he was looking at the wrong person. "I don't know why you're asking. I'm human, we only have one color of blood." While he seemed calm, he couldn't help but grab the hands that were holding him. As if he could pull them off.

[honkhonkwoof]

He keeps on staring, the hands gripping his shirt tightening by reflex as Lelouch grabs them. "And that motherfucking color is?" He gives him a little shake. He's not looking for a reaction; not yet, anyways. He could play later -- right now he wanted an answer. Wanted to hear what Lelouch's answer would be. He had his own guesses.

[veepofchess]

"Red, of course," he replied, as if this were completely normal. But he still looked his roommate in the eye.

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee doesn't hesitate a second in throwing Lelouch to the ground, disgust written all over his face. He stands over him, hands twitching. Not yet. Not yet, not yet... "Motherfucking disgusting," He practically spits the words in his venom. "Having a human have control over me. A lowblood, a human -- made a player," He laughs, bitterly. "Motherfucking Dolorosa's too soft on you guys. Letting you run amock and even be players..." He shudders and the crazed smile he'd had vanishes. "Why don't you show me?"

[veepofchess]

Okay he was officially in over his head. He was really powerless to do anything other than land in a heap on the floor. While Gamzee continued to rant, he slipped his hand into his Player's glove. Would a Weapon's weapon be viable against them? He may be about to find out.

He was going to have a talk with Dolorosa about what sort of people trolls were. Assuming he survived. "Show you?"

[honkhonkwoof]

"Your blood, motherfucker." That wicked grin is back, impossibly wide, flashing his razor sharp teeth. "No harm in getting help from others, right? Do I have to help you, or are you going to do it yourself?" He catches sight of that glove, and chuckles, slamming his foot down on Lelouch's hand at an awkward angle. If something breaks, or just hurts, he doesn't care.

[veepofchess]

He flinched at the stomp on his hand. He's pretty sure some damage was done, but he's got other things on his mind. "Gamzee, I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding here. Let's go speak to Headmistress Dolorosa. I'm sure we can clear something up."

[honkhonkwoof]

"What?" His grin flickers, full of glee. "MISUNDERSTANDING? There ain't no kind of misunderstanding going on here, bro. The Dolorosa wouldn't have nothing to say. You just need help, don't you? That's alright," He breathes out a fluttering sigh, and leans down, putting pressure on Lelouch's hand. "We're partners, aren't we? I'll help you out." He takes one clawed finger, and places it against Lelouch's forehead. Tap. Tap. "You sure you can't do it yourself?" He laughs.

[veepofchess]

Okay that snap definitely means something's broken. "I'm telling you to stop!" He had to try it, at least. It would probably have the side effect of making him never able to move again. But he didn't particularly care right now.

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee's eyes narrow but his grin stays, looking eerily out of place. "You're what?" He murmurs, pressing closer, putting more pressure on that hand. "Are you trying to order me around? The peasantblood's got guts." He declares to the room, chuckling. Tap, tap, and he digs his claw in for a moment before taking his hand away.

Only to brush Lelouch's bangs to the side, coming back and digging his nail in and dragging it down. Unless Lelouch's got skin of steel, he'll be drawing blood. He doesn't dig so hard that it comes up fast, but rather slow, and he stares eagerly.

[veepofchess]

With only one arm and his legs to use, he really can't do much to stop him. But then, even as Gamzee's claw cut a new scar into his face, and he was trying to figure out why his Geass hadn't worked, he collected himself enough for one big act of resistance. He used his free hand to jab his thumb into Gamzee's eye.

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee lashes out immediately; the finger he'd let linger on his forehead leaves a moment before he slams his open hand onto Lelouch's head, pushing him onto his back. He stands up, relieving the pressure on Lelouch's now presumably broken wrist, smile turned into a snarl. Putting a hand up to cover his eye, he vaguely notes he's lucky it isn't all that bad. It stings, fuck does it sting, it throbs, and the memory of his awful headache returns. "You little bitch," he's spitting and snarling, and taking good aim and kicking Lelouch's stomach. He does it with surprising strength, too, for all his lanky figure could say. "Guess you really don't motherfucking wanna do it yourself. I gave you a chance, too. More than you could ever MOTHERFUCKING HOPE FOR." The last few words come out a shout.

[veepofchess]

Yeah it was broken. But the glove was still useful. For now, though, he collected himself and got back up to his feet. There was an involuntary shake in the hand attached to the broken wrist, and he didn't really do anything about the trickle of blood running from his forehead. "You're insane. Whatever status you may have had is meaningless. Whatever power you may have used is gone. So be it. If this is any clue, you only used your power against others. People like you don't deserve it."

[honkhonkwoof]

"Meaningless? Gone? Nah, brother, it ain't meaningless, and it ain't gone. I'm the motherfucking messiahs. They're me. They've always been, and now I think it's time to school you. Don't matter where I am or who I'm with, I'm always the MOTHERFUCKING HIGHEST, and my power can be and will be USED AGAINST WHOEVER THE FUCK I WANT IT TO BE." The grin is back, and he lowers his hand. His guard is up, and he's vaguely expecting Lelouch to attack him. But he won't let that happen.

His eyes are drawn to the blood trickling down Lelouch's face, and his razor smile gleams, bright orange eyes burning. "Motherfucking red," He laughs, a cold sound. "I think that'll be a fine color on the wall, don't you?"

[veepofchess]

He glanced toward the door. He didn't think he could make it. But it would draw Gamzee in enough to get his hand up to pull out one of his clubs. "Gamzee, this isn't what you want to do. If you just let me leave, this will be the end of this..." He started toward the door.

[honkhonkwoof]

"End? I'll tell you when it's the MOTHERFUCKING END, bro." He steps closer, blocking Lelouch's way. He's not too close yet, but if Lelouch reached out, maybe...

Gamzee's smiling. It's an open taunt. Try it, his look urges. "Can you move that motherfucking hand? It looks PRETTY USELESS to me, even more so than the rest of you."