thecomplex_ooc | The Sudden!Family Event!

((OOC:Trolls don't seem to have any real sense of 'family' from what I can tell. >__> But since the way the event works is to mess with character's memories, I'll go ahead and toss Tav out anyway. Since he's only 6 sweeps--roughly thirteen earth years--let's just go with everything EXCEPT spouses/kids. Hit me with whatever other than that. COME ON--WHO WANTS TO TEMPORARILY ADOPT A TROLL?? XD))

[Heyyyyyy new nephew. Screwed up family situations are what Hizumi's all about. It's rough trying to keep track of 100+ three-cycle generations of killer new!human nephews and nieces. But Hizumi's made the (disgustingly minimal) required effort to memorize each one, even if most of them don't know he exists.

He actually manages to lean on his spine!broke granny-walker long enough to give you a cuff on the horn. Lightly, though. Affectionately. The fact you have horns has never really struck him as odd. He doesn't even pause to think about it. Tavros Nitram is one of the blade children. It's in his mind as naturally as complicated genetics and the side effects on the new drugs he's trying out in his freshest attempts to neutralize whatever weird thing he hasn't told you much about. That...disease or something. ~~Called cloning.~~]

'Sup.
You never visit.
That really hurts.

[But he's smiling about it. You wouldn't hurt a fly, he knows that. Which is pretty unusual for one of the blade children. But little things seem to make you happy. Like when he changes his font color to mint green when you chat on the computer. Little things, anyway. And things he can do, at that.

Come on now. Since his little jump he always thought you two kind of liked eachother--if not "best" then at least well enough. Even if it's kind of weird for all the blade children figuring out Hizumi even exists, and exactly what happened. He know's he's kind of the cautionary tale there, and you're not a patch on Ayumu, but you're still a person who isn't Kirie or Kiyotaka.

He'd figured rehab-buddies had it closer. Albeit, he's improving rapidly, with the incredible "luck" of one chose by fate, and you seem to be coming in each week and not having much luck at all...

In fact, that he's on a walker now, instead of both of you being stuck in chairs seems somehow almost obscene. Definitely unfair at least. When you started out the guy was in casts with a chair that operated with a thumb. Now...
Well.

Look at that. He's even wrapped some bumper sticker around the front end, and attached a bicycle horn. Typical Hizumi. The sticker even reads "I brake for animals", not that any animals are allowed at all in the hospital he's been living in for six months.

At least...he never seems not to be in or near the hospital. So it seems like he lives there. Which means he probably has something horrible, though he tells you (extremely cheerfully) that it's not contagious.]

I've been saving up rare cards for you.
I got a really great bunch just last week.

[Playing fiduspawn in the hospital room seems to be something you've always done, too. He somehow just knows he has a shiny new charizard somewhere, and that it's for you.
Having Hizumi pick out card packs always seems to yield the two of you a truly distressing amount of rare stuff, for that matter. ~~As far as Hizumi "remembers".~~]

Edited 2011-11-16 20:03 (UTC)

[Excuse him while he just... stares. Random green-haired human boy coming up to him and pretending to know him is unexpected and weird. He's... not entirely sure how to deal with it.

It's not that this stranger is scary. Actualy, he seems pretty nice. Just... confused.]

[Hizumi just laughs.]

Nah. It's you. You're not that forgettable. Tavros. Nitram. You should be more confident about that. Positive, y'know?
Plenty a' people'd like to get to know you. You're a cool guy.

[Laugh.]

A' course if y'want to pretend you don't know me, that's fine. I'd just have to keep all those real cool fiduspawn things I was savin' for you, and it's no fun playin' games all by myself in my room.

[It doesn't occur to him for a moment to doubt that he knows you. You've been up in his room before, and played his punch-arcade style games, and even commented on his CD collection. He knows you. You're his nephew. One of his favorite blade children at that, because you don't seem to mind him. It's like you don't know what you are, even.]

Edited 2011-11-17 02:57 (UTC)

[There is such major confusion. You have no idea. He's pretty sure he doesn't know you. He thinks he'd remember a human with such a crazy hair color. One who apparently plays fiduspawn and LIKES HIM too.]

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[That just gets a shrug and a smile. Hey. If you want to play this game, it's fine. Besides, it wouldn't be uncommon for someone as smart as one of the blade children to develop all kinds of side-effect mental issues. That's one of the documented side effects of high intelligence, Hizumi thinks to himself smugly, as only a kid with as serious a background in the medical could.

He'll bite anyway. He knows his mind doesn't lie.]

Then I'm Hizumi.

Technically, we're related, but if you're havin' some crisis like that, let's not complicate it.
Let's just be friends.
You still like poke-I mean fiduspawn, right?

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[This is so weird. But Hizumi doesn't seem bad or anything.]

Sure do.
It's not so hard. It's really just drawin' the right cards in the right order.

[It appears to dawn on him. Appears being the key word since he's quite knowledgeable of his own abilities and the heavy hand of fate over him. ~~In your game's terms. He has the luck of a clover. Not that he'd ever think it's anythign to do with luck. It's fate.~~]

Well, for normal people I guess that's hard.

But I'm pretty sure I got a few rare ones the last time. Thought you might like them.

[That smile. Picking out the packet which just HAPPENS to be chock full of rare is also something that's Hizumi exclusive. It's a perk to be buddies with him if you're a trading card collector. He's got more than jsut a few. Doling them out to you though is a sure and easy way to gain friendship clout. He's just so generous and good, after all...

Though he's getting some mixed memories here involving breeding animals in plush toys...
That briefly bothers him.
It's not like his mind to mix up things.
Oh well.
Maybe he shouldn't have watched Alien last night...]

You busy?
You could come by for them and try them out.
Or did you give up on the muscle rehab thing?

[He's just...so...sunny...]

Edited 2011-11-18 23:27 (UTC)

[Isn't there some common knowlege about not accepting candy from strangers? Shame that's probably a human concept. And anyway, this isn't candy, this is fiduspawn cards. It's so totaly different. He gives one of those little dorky smiles, all awkward and uncertain.]

[He's pretty happy about the thought of having someone to play with.]

[There's an extra spring in one very familiar clown's step as he bounds towards you with intermittent excited honks, and launches himself into your chair, rocking you both dangerously, and assaulting your nostrils with the familiar scent of greasepaint, sugar, seaside, and the faint cool-blooded underwashed smell that's Gamzee himself.

He has a hug that could dislocate shoulders, even as he bumps your horns briefly together in a twinging affectionate butt. It only takes one fast, wind-knocking moment before he shifts and nuzzles his face by the side of your neck, mumbling in contented sing-song stoner gravel into your ear.]

[He seems to think this is a good place to stay, all curled up around you just...hugging tightly. You're so nice and warm. He's always liked that about you.

~~Whether or not this is requited is so up to you. Either way it's going to be hilarious because Gamzee affection is...well. Gamzee affection.~~]

Edited 2011-11-17 02:02 (UTC)

[Gamzee, why do you always do that? One of these days your going to tip Tavros over. He just knows it. He's soon distracted by hugs and nuzzlings though. That gets a major flush out of Tavros. So much affection!]

[Inward flailing as he hesitantly hugs Gamzee back. This whole thing is still so awkward and weird for him.]

[The squeeze gets a little tighter.]

[That's actually a pretty gloomy sniff that sounds like a really long, forlorn sort of honk.]

[There's a sort of wheedling, desperate edge to Gamzee's voice when he says it, though.
There's just...so much pity here.
You are the most pitiable troll ever.
He tries to keep himself from bawling his eyes out whenever he sees you and trying for makeouts to make both of you feel better. He just thinks about how if you weren't playing the game you'd probably get culled for having useless legs, or how much shorter your lifespan is probably going to be than his because you have brown blood and he just...

Oh. There it goes. The jelly-purple tears. Just one or two, but he still sniffs. He's on the down-end of the pie as it is. He's had enough to have the start of one of the less-pleasant trips starting. He already feels cold and a little woozy.]

[Wipe wipe wipe with the back of his hand as he pulls back a bit. The side of his face scrapes yours as he pulls back, strange and puckered at the edges of his jaw by the ears. He's pulled your hands away from there before, but he doesn't seem to be paying much attention as he pulls up the front of his shirt, and blows his nose in it.]

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[It's more than a little heartbreaking to hear that Gamzee apparently thinks a miracle is coming that'll get Tavros back on his feet. Tavros doesn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.

The more Gamzee talks, the more it really just eats Tavros up inside. And when the tears come, he panics a little--Gamzee shouldn't be crying over him.]

[He reaches up his hands to try to wipe the tears away. He kinda feels like he might start crying himself soon if this keeps up.

Gamzee just... really breaks his heart sometimes. How he always worries about Tavros. If anything, Tavros feels Gamzee's the one who needs a miracle right about now.]

[Don't cry over him.]

[There's a honk-snerk of mucus and then Gamzee smiles. The face-paps are a bonus. How could he not feel better with Tavros pulling the paps on him?]

[He bunps his head back against yours so he can stare at your out-of-focus face. He doesn't even pull your hands away from his face this time. It feels good to have someone stop him from doing something for once.
He even pulls his hands up to mirror against your face, making his fingers into mock-fins next to your jaw, kind of like you seem to be doing for him.

He can feel your fingers shifting over the wrecked edge of his jaw, under the clown paint. That's going to be a whole new can of worms to open up right there.
Those seadwellers are vicious.
You keep telling everyone.

A matesprit's a good person to find out, though. It's not like you just walked up and decided to start honking one day...

He shuts his eyes and headbunps you gently again. Kind of like he used to do with his goatdad, except a lot more lightly because he's pretty sure someone not on a bad slime trip would feel that kind of thing pretty hard...]

[His fingers still against Gamzee's jaw. It feels... weird. At first he thinks maybe it's the face paint. Maybe it dried up weirdly there or something. But no--it's not that. The rest of it feels pretty smooth...

He doesn't say anything, doesn't ask. Not yet. He's sort of afraid to ask. Afraid of what the answer will be, maybe.

He just moves his fingers quickly away from the area, trying to pretend he didn't notice.]

[Smile.

See? This is why you're a great bro. You're a really merciful guy. You couldn't even kill the imps in your world. And you won't be the first one to ask. He'll tell you anyway, and he'll do it smiling, pulling your hand back to the line of his jaw. His hands are starting to shake from pie, and there's a fine glaze of cold purple sweat starting on the makeupless gray of his neck.

Probably a bad batch of slime.]

[It's almost-solemn, almost-clear the way he says it, as disconnected as he is.
And then he grins with that disfocused, drugged-out stare, and bumps heads again, happily, as something dawns on him.]

[There you go, breaking his heart a little again. He wonders sometimes why no one else notices that your the one who really deserves all the pity. Do they ever wonder why you eat the pie? Or do they just assume your an idiot?

He's wondered. Your not stupid. Crazy sometimes. A little slow and incoherent--but that's an effect of the slime, he's sure. And he's wondered if there's a reason you choose to eat that stuff and numb your mind. But really, he wasn't sure he ever wanted to know.

Now he's the one crying. Hugging Gamzee tight and pressing his face into his shouldor.]

[The weeping kind of surprises him. But it's a good surprise. Weeping is either a sign of absolute exhaustion after a really fierce rap session or it's a sign of utter moving pity. He's pretty sure this time that it's pity, and that makes him grin like an absolute idiot because he got Tavros to pity him. It's almost worth everything just for that.

Sometimes when he's really zoned out on the slime, lying on his back staring at the ceiling he wonders if that's how it's supposed to work anyway. If everything you go through is supposed to be worth it if someone just pities you well enough for it. Tavros' legs, and his...mind.

His mind among other things, anyway. His awfully crowded mind, and that nagging lambent anger he feels any time he walks in prospit during the night and thinks to himself just how easy it would be to raze, to rule, to turn into a proper reflection of the fierce joy and liveliness that's brought on by absolute mirthterror.

Knowing someone pities you for it; that someone kind of gets it even a little bit of it... Even if it might not be for long, because you've got cold, salty blood you hate flowing through your veins, and he's warm and lowblooded and probably sweet, you think, like the other stuff you like that gets the taste and stink of the sea out of your mouth...

It feels so worth it, somehow. Floating underwater.

He paps Tavros's head, lifting it up to look at him.]

[It feels kind of silly-weird, but kind of right to lean down and pucker his mouth out over those peanut-butter tears. He's dimly and devastatingly surprised the tears taste like salt more than peanut butter. But...sort of like sea, too, in a way, which seems somehow also right, that a troll like Tavros who's never lived by the sea would have something tying him to it. Like things really are supposed to work out and they're destined to pity eachother.

He keeps shooshing as well as he can, running his fingers through the stiff hair of Tavros's mohawk, and puckering his mouth out awkwardly against the other troll's temple, which makes him feel better, if nothing else. It sure feels right to him to do that sort of thing, even if it won't resurrect anything. Somehow it still seems like it would make things better. Almost-magic. Almost a miracle.

Tavros pitying him at all is a motherfucking miracle after all.]

[Yes, this is definatly pity. Heaps and heaps of delicious peanut buttery pity, just for you Gamzee. Your always so friendly to pretty much everyone, as far as he's seen. Because for you, everything is miracles and Faygo and double rainbows. At least--that's how you make it seem. So of course it's something he'd have to pity you for when he sees the truth.

It's like him and his fairies. You have to have a little magic in life to not let it depress you majorly. Now maybe he can see why your one of the few who doesn't mock him for the whole Pupa Pan thing. Because that's what your miracles are like for you--or at least that's what he's guessing.

He gives a watery little smile at the paps and shooshing. See? Your just so darn nice to him.]

[You cried all over him because of his useless legs and he cried all over you because of your sad past. Actualy, pitying someone and being pitied--it feels pretty darn good. Sad. But good.

It does totaly surprise and kind of embarrass him when Gamzee starts sort of kissing the tears away though. It's not like it's a bad thing--just a bit weird and unexpected. But then, that's pretty much standard Gamzee. Doing things that no one else really gets. Probably this is another of your 'feels right' things. One his end it's awkward, but also a little cheering. Because your Gamzee and your supposed to do really weird things and confuse people.]

Edited 2011-11-17 13:37 (UTC)

[Faeries? Faeries are something to dream about, brother. You've got to have some bright points in your life when things go dark. If he wasn't so disfocused and dreamy when he's on the slime he'd have made you a set of little tiny wings for the back of your four-wheel-device a long long time ago.

He stops with the embarrassing displays of redrom, and grins.]

[He would probably adore little fairy wings for his four-wheel-device. It'd make him totaly happy.]

[Damn, man, if he'd just remember, this would be like the diamonds on the bucket rim.

He's snorting now, and tracing the side of one of your horns with oblivious happies.]

[Some murky thought under the happy, contented haze of bad-trip green that's making him feel kind of nauseated and disfocused whispers just how pitiful Tavros would be if he were trapped falling, sweeping towards the ground... How easy it would be to sneak into his dreams and make it happen...

He blinks and shivers.
Good thing Tavros is so warm, but he's still getting a chill.
He creeps a little closer, and grits his teeth while his stomach clenches.
It's like pushing his head underwater so he can't hear what's going on above. The splashings and thrashings get distant...submerged.
He tries to lose the sudden awareness of his hands around Tavros's face. How small it seems.

Gamzee squeezes his eyes shut and pressed his temple agianst the side of your horn.]

Edited 2011-11-19 02:42 (UTC)

[Tavros wouldn't ever suspect the kinds of thoughts Gamzee sometimes has. The ones he's having right now. Gamzee's nice. Gamzee's always nice. Anyone who'd think otherwise is crazy. He just never would suspect Gamzee could even hurt a fly. Let alone him.]

[Maybe not hurt you. Not exactly. No moreso than is conventional for the pity quadrants, anyway. Real limb-wrenching stuff gets reserved for the other quadrants blackside. The voices in his head all agree--they value the quadrants more than he does.

Terrify you, though. Certainly. Make you cry. Make you helpless. And snatch you up in the midst of it, to savor that kind of exquisite, pitiable terror. What could be more stirring, after all, than the sight of your matesprit helpless as a sacrificial woolbeast?

Still, that mumble's like a drop of clarity against the headache he's starting to get--the thoughts he's starting to feel come out more clearly than they should.

(But that's right, isn't it? Because they all agree: all of him agrees. Tavros is infinitely pitiable. It's just not all of him that's content to sample the sweet, light traces of pity in the past without supping on the heavy delights he could play out like a well-chorused carnival...)

He stiffens, and jerks upright enough to look at you with the almost-comic open-horror you've come to expect. The serious fear of offense cuts through all the babble in his head for a moment of clarity such as he usually only gets when Karkat's shout is louder than even the loud in his head.

It's probably a redrom thing. Probably.]

[Sheepishly, pulling a piece of hair off of one of your horns.]

[His eyes glaze over briefly before he starts to snicker so hard he shakes and has to hold his stomach, curling up in a little ball on one side of your chair, knees under his chin, and his feet planted on your other leg.]

[Which would probably be a much sweeter thing to say if he weren't addressing all this to your left horn, with a look of soppily befuddled romantic intensity which seems to speak that any second now, he's going to try to knock lips with what he just called your "huge rack". Which in another universe where it means something different, would be an exceptionally awkward thing to say.

He shudders a moment, and whispers something under his breath that sounds like "" before blinking again, and just looking confused.

He really doesn't feel so good. This is turning into a really really bad trip full of side-effect and not enough dull. It's like something's shouting in one ear and whispering in another, and it's really hard to try to listen to both at the same time when Tavros-
Tavros is trying to tell him something.
He snaps to look at you, intent, penitent, expecting...]

[Another voice in that curl of nausea whispers that he didn't say anything, that he's being downright selfish.]

Edited 2011-11-19 04:28 (UTC)

[It usualy takes him a bit of work to understand some of the things Gamzee says. It probably all makes sense to Gamzee, up in his pie-fuzzy mind.

But Tavros is actualy sober. So sometimes some of the things Gamzee says takes a little deciphering. And on occasion he doesn't get it at all. But for the most part he can work out what the main point of it is that Gamzee's trying to say at least.

He kind of gives an awkward little smile. Almost nervous--Gamzee, why are you talking to his horn?]

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[AT]: BE ONE OF THE BLADE CHILDREN (feel free to make this a one-sided.)

If you want it one-sided, I'm cool with that. =D (Poor confused peoples.)

Heh. Oh it's hard to confuse Hizzu. It's the confidence. He makes *Rufio* feel awkward and strange.

Then just Tav will be confused. lol

It will be much-relished confusion.

I love that Hizu's hair color EXACTLY matches his font. XD

He's been talking to Eridan and thought that's how it works. Don't tell him. XD

lol Silly Hizu. <3

And because trolls have "quadrants" rather than normal romances to fill... MATESPRITS(?)

All the pity, Gamzee, all of it~

Awwww YeEeEeEeEeEeEe. <3

AND ALL THE TEARS TOO, APPARENLY!

DEFINITELY. Tears are a great way to get the mutual pity flowing. Oozing more like.

Oozing everywhere like a messy PB&J sandwich.

XD Oh hey. Matching icons. EVERYONE FORGET THE FAVORITE SANDWICHES.

I'm too sleepy to come up with a reply. XD

Fsss. I am so tired right now, too. (AND YET I AM STILL MAKING THIS HAPPEN.)

GOOD MORNING--HERE HAVE SOME MORE PEANUT BUTTER.

Nothing like hospitalizing your co-players early in the morning...

And then coming back that night and... offering them more of what put them there.

I am never going ot leave this hospital. They'll have to keep sticking me with shots...

Killing you with LOVE. There's a fine line between love and murder...! It's probably a troll thing.

THERE ARE NO LINES ANYMORE. Unless it's drawing up some wicked foursquare.

Food in belly=comment in inbox. Then possibly followed by Mog in bed.

Heh. Oh it's hard to confuse Hizzu. It's the confidence. He makes Rufio feel awkward and strange.