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earmo-imni · 1 year

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<<while i am thinking about it, would you like to share any gamzee headcanons? :3c i admit i am curious, because seriously it's hard to find good gamzee content, and i like what you usually reblog.>>

Oh boy, do I

Okay, I don’t have nearly as many headcanons as you do, just by virtue of having only been in the fandom since like. 2019? I think? But I still have quite a few. They’re a bit tangled together but I’ll try to make this coherent. Also I should note that some of this I picked up from other people’s posts, but most of it has been so absorbed into my personal headcanons that I don’t have a clue where most of those bits came from. (Edit after having written stuff down throughout my ENTIRE Sunday: apparently I have a lot more headcanons than I realized. Still not as many as you have about Eridan, I think, but wow, I wrote a lot.)

Uh, also, trigger warnings for…lots of stuff, jesus. Child neglect, mention of nonconsensual/dubiously consensual sexual situations (I think that’s the best way to describe that…), generally shitty mental health situations, substance abuse, psychological abuse? I think? Mostly none of these get too detailed but occasionally I do imagine what Gamzee would be feeling in some of the shitty-mental-health-situations in stream-of-consciousness fashion, so fair warning.

…yeah, my headcanons for Gamzee are really dark.

Okay, to start of, appearance: I headcanon Gamzee as being very poorly fed, and therefore skinny as sin. Like, just skin and bones and wiry muscle. He’s got big pointy ears and a mess of fangs to match his huge mass of curly hair that he never remembers to brush. It makes his thin face look even thinner and hides the tiny, half-formed fins on his ears that match the nonfunctional, equally half-formed gills on his sides. (The gills and fins thing comes straight from Splickedylit, tbh.) He’s got high defined cheekbones that look even sharper than they actually are because of how underweight he is and a long, arched nose, and he’s tall but only because genetics managed to beat out the malnutrition. He’d be even taller if he’d eaten properly throughout his life.

As for his actual life! Headcanon number one, a very central one, is that Goatdad neglected the shit out of Gamzee, starting at a very early age. Like canonically he barely taught Gamzee anything and left him for extended periods of time. But I headcanon that within a sweep, maybe less, of getting Gamzee, he started leaving him for extended periods of time. Like he had always had to leave Gamz occasionally to hunt for food, but originally it was only like, an hour or so once a week, but eventually he started leaving for a day, before gradually increasing to a week, a month, multiple months, with the amount of time in between each absence decreasing proportionately. The last absence, just before SGRUB, lasted half a sweep.

Headcanon number two, also very important, is that this neglect was actually the reason Gamzee started eating sopor. And it happened early, too, because while food was absolutely available in physical stores or online, the aforementioned “ Goatdad not teaching Gamzee shit” as well as Gamzee’s hive being physically distant from most towns (most trolls avoided being anywhere near the sea) meant Gamzee didn’t really know how to navigate the necessary processes to get or cook that food and didn’t have anyone to help him. So originally he survived off what Goatdad hunted and brought back until he was gone too much for that to be viable, at which point he primarily survived off whatever he could scrounge from the beach. But this still left him hungry, so one day, like half a sweep after Goatdad started leaving, Gamzee decided to try the sopor slime because hey, it looked edible, and his stomach hurt, and then—well. Everything felt a lot less shitty (the loneliness, the hurt from Goatdad leaving and wondering if he’d done something wrong to make him leave, the pain of his empty stomach, the boredom) once the drug hit, all the bad feelings were sort of hazy and far away, and his stomach felt full. So he kept eating it, and it became an addiction.

(This eventually had the side effect of making Gamzee supremely underdeveloped in his ability to deal with emotions, because of how much the sopor suppressed everything. He literally didn’t have the opportunity to learn how to deal with them because he just made them go away with sopor for so long.)

Also eventually, he does figure out how to use computers and the internet (I forget what the troll word for that is) by two or three sweeps old and ends up getting found by Karkat and brought into the whole ring of friends that are our troll players. (Side headcanon: Karkat was the one to find and bring everyone together, completely by coincidence (or Homestuck-style fate) because he hated/was terrified of leaving his hive and therefore was terminally online. Also Sollux and Gamzee were two of the first people he found.) He also finds Church of the Mirthful Messiahs and gets into that (prior to Karkat finding him) and latches onto it as another coping mechanism (because yeah, there’s legitimate faith there, but also it’s one hell of a coping mechanism for his shitty life, to believe that miracles exist everywhere and that good things will come eventually if he just waits long enough.) And he manages to get better food, even if he still doesn’t eat much because the sopor fills him up most of the time.

Headcanon number 3, and last of the really important ones: Gamzee has major, major trauma because of Goatdad’s neglect and it plays a LOT into everything else he does. Up until Murderstuck and Doc Scratch fucking with him, he’s a lonely, isolated kid terrified of losing the handful of friends he’s made or the sole community that makes him feel okay (the Church). Goatdad leaving all the time and for so long instilled this subconscious fear/belief that Gamzee himself was somehow at fault for his abandonment, which resulted in him being a massive people-pleaser in an (again, subconscious) attempt to prevent being abandoned again. His constantly being chill with everything and willingness to do whatever other people (Equius, Doc Scratch, Caliborn) want is as much to do with this trauma as it is the effects of the sopor, his emotional disconnect, or his naturally laidback personality.

Speaking of Equius, my headcanon (headcanon number 4, I guess) about him and Gamzee is that the whole pitch…thing…between the two of them was…not really consensual on Gamzee’s end. Like, not to accuse Equius of sexual harassment or sexual assault or whatever, because really I see the whole situation as, frankly, a really bad combo of two kids with trauma and shit social conditioning where one has absolutely zero concept of things like consent or boundaries (because, you know, Alternia) while the other actively avoids setting boundaries even when he really fucking needs them (and also is on judgement-impairing drugs.) But I think Gamzee didn’t actually want to take part in what is pretty clearly implied to be sexual roleplaying (to me, at least) and only does it because he’s terrified of abandonment. All of this contributes heavily to Gamzee’s willingness to kill Equius in Murderstuck, because he feels deeply uncomfortable with the roleplaying and pitch flirting he did for Equius and he does feel taken advantage of, even if he can’t or won’t acknowledge that, and hates Equius as a result but not in a fun pitch way more of an ashen someone-please-get-these-two-an-auspitice-before-one-of-them-dies-oh-shit-too-late way.

Also while most of the time he likes her this whole thing with Equius bleeds over into Nepeta a little once Gamzee really lets loose with his emotions because she’s Equius’s moirail? Shouldn’t she have stopped him? It’s not logical but like you said in a previous post, emotions aren’t logical.

(I’m going to be honest, Equius and his horniness and boundary issues always made me uncomfortable, which…might have contributed to this particular headcanon.)

Headcanon number…actually forget numbers: let’s deal with Murderstuck. So. Everyone’s at the end of their rope, death in the form of Bec Noir seems imminent, and all the trolls are breaking down in various ways. Gamzee has been chilling quite calmly, despite having run out of sopor (thus losing a coping mechanism) recently, and has simply been giving people chances to nap in his horn pile. I mean, sure, death is imminent, but it’s fine. Totally fine. He’ll just go to the Dark Carnival, it’s fine! (He’s a Bard of Rage, he can and will destroy reality for others, even if that means destroying (or at least hiding) his own horrible feelings, his own reality. These are his friends, the only people he’s got left. He’ll do anything for them, even destroy parts of himself, so that he’s not alone again.)

And then Dave fucking Strider blows it all up with one music video.

Now, no hate to Dave here, because obviously he didn’t have any idea he would affect Gamzee the way he did. But that one music video manages to completely destroy Gamzee’s faith in the Messiahs, and now he has no coping mechanisms, and everyone’s busy having their own breakdowns and can’t help him, and all those horrible feelings, the fear and anger and hurt from every hurtful thing the other trolls have said about him, everything Goatdad did, everything Equius did, every bit of horrible negative emotion Gamzee has been trying to keep locked away like it doesn’t exist is bubbling up and he has no way to deal with it.

So he runs as far from his friends as he can get, and in the depths of the Meteor he finds the puppet. Lil’ Cal. Chock full of soul bits all melting into each other, and it talks so sweet to him, promises a different paradise, gives him a purpose that helps stabilize his shaken sense of self, tells him that if he just does what he’s told everything will turn out okay, gives him an acceptable target as an outlet for his ragepainfear. And Doc Scratch joins in at some point, saying the same things, saying yes, it’s okay, maybe the Mirthful Messiahs don’t exist but you still have the Angel of Double Death to guide you.

(Is there mind control? I don’t know. Maybe. As much as I enjoy the angst potential of Gamzee literally not having control over himself from this point onwards and essentially being completely innocent of the shit he pulls later on without anyone actually knowing he’s innocent, I find it far more interesting for Gamzee to be persuaded into making awful choices of his own free will because he’s a desperate, traumatized kid in an incredibly vulnerable time of his life being coerced into doing terrible things by an abusive shithead who styled himself as a god, and instead of finding the salvation he sought Gamzee just finds himself too deep in hell to get back out. So he keeps believing in this horrible, capricious god and the godchild who becomes him because he’s sacrificed too many of his friends and destroyed too much of himself to be able to accept that he was wrong. (It can’t all have been for nothing. Not again.))

Anyway, Gamzee finally stops trying to keep a lid on his emotions and absolutely lets loose with all the horrible feelings he’s got in him because now he’s got “permission,” and a purpose for it, and it doesn’t matter if he loses these friends who used to matter to him (they still do, he’s just too consumed by emotional overload to acknowledge it) because he’s got something better, he’s got paradise coming for him if he just does what he’s told, even if it doesn’t make sense (even if his flush crush is dead and won’t come back not even with the kiss that worked for Feferi and Sollux). And besides, it’s really just incredibly cathartic for him to finally get all those emotions out, it feels so good he barely even thinks about what he’s actually doing to all those bodies.

At least until he’s suddenly got an armful of pale miracle papping his face and shooshing him and soothing away all the pain and rage and he can relax for a little bit and maybe, just maybe imagine staying with this precious diamond of his forever, for just a moment. But of course it doesn’t last, because Gamzee’s still afraid, and Karkat, as wonderful and warm and miraculous as he is to Gamzee, is still a young teen who just doesn’t have the skills or knowledge necessary to really help Gamzee the way he needs.

So Gamzee turns his back on his diamond and goes through the rest of canon sacrificing everything he is and everything he’s ever had on the altar of this god who promised to save him, only to get brutally mistreated by the child who will eventually become the greater part of said god, mind controlled and puppeted around so he can’t even do anything for who knows how long, lost in a rage that results in him killing even more of his friends and his moirail, stuffed in a fridge with the dead bodies of his friends, and ripped in half and absorbed into the very thing that sent him down this horrible path. The two best things in Gamzee’s life are his moirallegiance with Karkat (he still does pity him so much, and would stay with him if he thought he could, but the Angel demands otherwise, and Gamzee is committed to obeying. He still doesn’t really ever let go though) and Calliope (because Dadzee is life and also there’s no way he didn’t at least act as lusus up until Calliope/Caliborn were old enough to take care of themselves, and doesn’t it just tear at his soul to leave his little wrigglers like Goatdad left him—and then he comes back to find Caliborn has killed his sweet little girl. It hurts worse than the bullets and the crowbar), and he truly loves them both…but they, too, are sacrificed to the one thing that gives him purpose. (Calliope, at least, he didn’t expect to get hurt. He didn’t quite comprehend she’d die. And he never gets to find out that she comes back because he’s left in a goddamn fridge.)

In the end, there’s really not much left of Gamzee by the time the surviving heroes confront Caliborn. He’s given so much of himself to his godchild that he might as well have already been subsumed into the morass of soul they will become, leaving his empty, broken shell of a body behind, following Caliborn’s orders like a puppet. Death would be a relief. And yet the nature of Homestuck means he doesn’t even get that.

…Okay, that was. A lot. I didn’t expect to get so into that, or to write so much, or for it to get quite so dark (I mean, I’ve always liked dark angsty stories and Gamzee’s a prime candidate for that, but. Wow.) Honestly, I’ve still got more, mostly random bits of what he’d be like if his life was a little better or he managed to kick the sopor or sgrub didn’t happen, plus there’s my fix-it alternate timeline for self-shipping purposes (which. I’m not really sure I’m comfortable sharing everything that goes on in that timeline outside of the two sideblogs I’ve made for it, but I will happily tell you about my Gamzee.)

#ahahaha this is really fucking dark i hope that’s cool #guess it’s now my turn to be nervous about sharing headcanons lol #should i put this in the main tags?#fuck it why not it’s got trigger warnings it’s not like people will go in blind #i just hope the read more works #gamzee makara #homestuck #cthonicascendant #my headcanons #marijn talks

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gamzeeweek · 5 years

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Gamzee Week 2019 theme’s have been announced! We look forward to your participation!

#gamzee makara #gamzee week 2019 #homestuck #gamzee week

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tr1ppykay · 5 years

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have yall heard its uhh Gamzee Week

i couldnt think of shit for the first 2 days but day 3s prompt was “unexpected friendships” and I Think Eridan And Gamzee Should Hang Out And Maybe Bake Something Together. purple solidarity

@gamzeeweek

#gamzee week #gamzee week 2019 #gamzee makara #eridan ampora #gamzee #eridan #are they just pals... or... MOIR than pals? maybe... moirAILS??????????

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ameteurchickenscratch · 5 years

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Gamzee week day 6: comfort

Karkat just got finished ranting at him about how unhealthy it is to just eat sopor slime, and drink soda all day. Gamzees happy that his best friend cares so much.

#Gamzee week #Gamzee week 2019 #Gamzee Makara #Karkat Vantas #Homestuck #hs

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jammiesdodger · 5 years

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@gamzeeweek day 2: Control!

I loved drawing this so much!

#gamzee week 2019 #gamzee week #gamzee makara #aranea #aranea serket

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captiancap · 5 years

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Gamzee week day 2!! Sloppy but I really wanted to get something done for each day

#gamzee makara #gamzee week #gamzee week 2019 #control #day 2

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mesmiraculouslymirthful · 5 years

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Shit as is what in front of you puts the Land of Tents and Mirth to shame, makes all your pondering and wildest fucking imaginings seem like wisps of wriggler bullshit. You blink your ganderbulbs fast and fierce against the tears that are prickling at their corners. Try to take in the tents, the laughter, the sticky sweet smell of it all. The carnival lights strung up in every color of the hemospectrum, saturated bright, glow against the black night sky, stars up and come down to land.

You stare at all this wicked wonderful noise, trolls in every hue painted up holy, some humans too,and dab all discrete like at the tears leaving purple tracks along your cheeks.

Kurloz taps your shoulder and you whip around and let loose a startled honk, followed by a trill of laughter. Somewhere in this circus a calliope is playing something haunting sweet, you can hear the echo of that calling you home as sure as fuck. It pulls at something in your soul, makes you ache with a need long forgot.

Brother holds his right hand up, palm flat and facing skyward, and brings it towards his torso. Tucks his left hand into a fist, thumb touchin the middle digit, makes the right into a C shape and taps that thumb against the back of his other hand.

You smile real fucking wide, all fang and joy like you never thought you would get experience of again.

“Honkelujah, motherfucker, take me to church.”

@gamzeeweek

#gamzee makara #kurloz makara #gamzee week 2019 #gamzee week #mesmirfic

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lettersofsky · 5 years

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Gamzee Week Day 5 - Recovery/Rebuilding

@gamzeeweek Fandom: Homestuck Characters: Gamzee Makara, Eridan Ampora

There’s no recovery after what you’ve done, that’s what you tell yourself when somewhere between the blue human’s abilities and some kind of shenanigans you all get the chance to start again somewhere new with everyone you’d all thought to be lost.

It’s been a lovely reunion yeah, getting to see and hold dead friends and know that things could start over anew for all of you… except for you of course. You couldn’t bare to look at Nepeta let alone Equius and you’d hung out st the back of the crowd with Eridan as everyone else celebrated their new opportunity, even Vriska got to stand there amongst ‘em like she’d never forced Sollux to kill Aradia, never blinded Terezi, never killed Tavros with her own hands. That’s just how things went sometimes though, nothing you or Eridan could do about it.

It wasn’t hard, to slip anyway once you were all in your new world. No one had been looking at you, no one but Eridan that was and so nobody knew to stop you, even if they wanted to. They’d all recover and rebuild better without the threat you posed around them, the last of the Subjuggulators off to spend the rest of his existence in self-imposed exile. As you should have been, alone and forgotten by everyone else.

At least, at least that’d been what you wanted. It hadn’t been what you’d gotten, you should have known better, even hiding yourself somewhere inaccessible by anyone without fins, gills and years of experience moving through water wouldn’t keep you alone long. Eridan was a determined motherfucker when he wanted someone that would be happy for his company, didn’t hurt that you didn’t look at him like he might snap and murder you. You really didn’t though, if he tried if you’d get him first, smash those bones of his into sea salt and stardust, he wasn’t much of a threat after what you’d endured.

The two of you… settle, into something close to peace. You both snap and snarl over little things like what amount and kind of light is acceptable at night; you insist on their being some kind of light but Eridan fights you on each front until you find some that glows a soft blue and pleases you both.

It’s… ok.

Neither of you even attempt to interact with any of the others and you aren’t invited to but…

It’s, ok.

There are worse things that could be happening to the two of you. Maybe you’re both far from anything like recovering from what happened and what you’ve both done but you’re getting there, so so slowly.

#homestuck #Gamzee Makara #Gamzee Week 2019 #eridan ampora #Skyee Writes

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artsyaprilmr · 5 years

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It's 2 am :^)

#can you BELIEVE i'm drawing homestuck fanart #in 2019 #oof #homestuck #karkat vantas #gamzee makara #i don't like posting such small doodles in their own (i prefer sketch dumps) but i dooooon't think i'm gonna upload anything for #for the next few weeks........#sorry 😔#ALSO i didn't get into a zine i really wanted to participate...i'm kinda questioning my artistic abilities now dhkssjjdjdkd #hopefully not gonna fall into another art block because of this #OK i am going to bed now zzzzz goodnight

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m39 · 5 years

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Pesterquest: Volume 6

FOOLS!!! THE GATES OF HELL HAVE OPENED, FOR THE HALLOWEEN HAS COME!!!!

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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Music stops*

But seriously though, in this volume we will be looking at clowns, pirates, spiders and a huge bitch that nobody in-universe really likes.

GAMZEE:

Motherfuckers, miracles, messiahs, sopor, honking (looooots of HONKs), basically what peak Gamzee is. Also, memories from the past. Try to guest what kind of ones I am talking about.

Oh yeah there is also the other part of this volume.

PFFFFFFF!!! Who cares, that’s about nobody important.

Thank you for-

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What?

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No I did everything, the review is ov-

*Friendship addiction gargling and screeching*

OKAY FINE I’LL DO IT YOU SICKO!!

:̸̛̠̼͍̜͌͒̓͑̔̆̽̓͠:̵̨̨̪̯͈͖͈̬͈̰͚̐͊͊̈́̂͗̉͐͜:̶̢̡̬͔̜̫͊̋:̷͎̠̭̦̋̓̔̂͆̏͆͝Ḓ̵̡̟͎͚͉͍̜͎͋͐

Okay… I guess it’s time to talk about… *groan*

THAT ONE (-__-):

Before I start talking, remember that we are talking about Vriska before any of her character development in Homestuck, before she changed for the better. Which means I have a privilege to rip and tear her apart verbally as much as possible.

With that said (>:]), Vriska Serket is nothing more but a piece of filth. Her arrogance, narcissism and pretentiousness would power all of the Alternia and its colonies (presuming that Alternian Empire has colonies, I can’t remember) for the millions of troll sweeps. She’s such a vile creature that barely anybody wants to befriend her. She roleplays as someone (AKA her “ancestor”) who may or may not RAPED someone else in the past. She exists only to make lives of others the living hell (just like every SBURB Thief to be fair) for her own amusement. Overall, we are talking about person who is irredeemable in every possible layer and should be murdered on sight for the greater good… and this is what you could have thought at first.

Then you read more of Homestuck/reach the second choice in her route and you get to the good ending, and then you realize that she’s like that because [put Joker (2019)’s SOCIETY meme here], and other crap. And you don’t want to murder her anymore. You want to give her a hug.

And now for something completely different:

FUCK TURDUCKEN FOLKS! THIS IS SOME GOOD HALLOWEEN MEAT OVER HERE!!!

S̴̨̡͎͈̹̹̜͍̞̯̞̝͇̅͑̐̓̑͜P̴͖̪̳̫̤̠̪̭̥̭͓̜̻̌̾̉͌̃̃͐̈́́͆̇͝͝I̷̛̻̹̿̎̈́͋͂̒͌̕͠D̴̬͇͈̩̻̖͐̑̈̓̾͋͒̍̏̕͘̕E̵̛̜̥̥̙͎̦̗̅̎͐̀̓̅͘Ȑ̸͔͍̰̈́̅͂̓̕B̵̖̫͍̉̈̌̀́́̓̿̏̓̓͝͝A̷͔̖͔͚̬̺̬̙̬͊̏̀͋͊͛̂͗̅̓̊̿̄̕͝D̷͍͔̣̗̗̺̪̂̌́̀̆̆̀͗̆̐̈̈́̓̚͜ ̷͈͚̍̃͌̑͆̇̂̋̒͌S̶̨̨̫̣̏́̽̊͊͒͛́͊̏͊̃̕̕͝Ǘ̷̠̙̤̦̪̼̺̈́̐̿̄̇̎̽́̒͘̕͝ͅC̸̢̳͚̞͉̖̜̥͖̺̦͕̳̪̝͠K̴̛̲̒̓͛̓̅̎̚S̸̫̮̫̠̞̠̲̙̻͇͆͊̄͂̍̋̆̓̀͂͋̃̔!̶̫̲̜̙͉͕͔̥͛͒̽̈͛̅̍͋̚ͅ ̸͙͎̖͚̬̩̈́̾͊̈͌̂̒̂͝N̵̛̫̥̘̙̜̤̝͇̱͉̿̋̇̊͒̄̍̑̅̎̑O̶̡̢̮̪͇̅͗ ̷͍͕̤͚̣͓̞̙͋̀̃̃͐̐̔̑̊͒̒̚F̸͉̬̯̟͇̻̭̻̤̞̩̱̻͎̿̉͠R̷̩̫͖̲̬̙̬̳̪̳͉̥̫̝͍͌̓̓̆̊̀̇͑͊̊̕͠Í̷͇̽E̸̯͕̩͈͒̂́̄͆́̀̀͝N̵̨̛̩̻͖̰͕̪̤͖̈͒̋̓̎̃̎̏̓̌̏͝ͅD̶̨̫̥͍̦̙͖̩̋̑̂̑̊S̸͇͉̼̖̻̣͔̬̭͇̾̓ͅḦ̵̢̠̬̬̭̯̖̣͙̭̪͖̻́̔̃̿̈́̍̒̓̓̚͜͝Ī̷̡̡̩̘͍̜̝͖̄̈́͐̀͊̇̀̔̚͘͜͝P̸̙̍͐̾̉͆͋̒͊̀̚ ̵͓̯̠̮̥͉̳̝̓̀̊͊͂̒̆̊̽̊͜͝͠T̶̨͙͈̥̺̲̟̻͎̐͌̆̇̋̎͆̂͗̊̚̚̕͘͜͠A̷̛̮̓́͒̚̕͝S̷̡̩̟͓̰̲̍̓̅̍̽̃̕͜͝T̵͚̯͇͈̰̤̔̈́͒́̈̃̔Ȅ̷̡̳͓͉͉̄̀̔!̴̧̺͕̠͙͚̺̤̄̃̐̽̾̏̈́̈́́̏͒̇̏̉͒

HEY! FUCKFACE! LET ME FINISH MY REVIEW WILL YA?!

G̵̨̠̯̘̲͔̣̤͓̥͐͜Ì̵̢̢̛̳̜̞̞̞̠̞̝͙̙̘̀́̈́̊̆́̿̐̚̚͝Ṽ̴̛̭͕̭͕͔̤̖͙̘́̑͊͜Ê̸͇̥͖̂̒̑̏͗̅ ̵̭͔̝̜͎͔͖̜̠̙̌̄͌̌̄̆́̾̒̀̾̀͐̏ͅM̵̝̪̳̜͙̝̈́́͋͘͝E̷̡̧̡̳̰̭̱̠͇̾͋̓̾̀͐̌̚͘S̸͖̳̗͖̼̋̋E̷̠̐̾L̴̞̦͖̯̥̰͊̌̏̃̋̕ͅF̴͖̔͐̃̈́̅͝͝ ̶̛͈̫͉̱̓͋̆̏̄͋̓̈́̃͊́̓̈́͘M̵͔̬̖̪͈͉̼͇̱̎̾͗̈̆̑͂͂́͗̇̚͝Ǫ̴̨̙͓̭̼̼͇͐͛̒̏̌̈́̒̅̉R̸͓̳̜̫̻͔̬̰̣͆̃̍͌̌̔̓̈̾È̴̡̩͔̬̪̝̺̫̪̠͜ ̶̪͈͔̬̰͇͖̥̙̳͚̈̂̅̒̇͌F̴̛̛̖͓͈̝̝͓͓̠̱̒͛̇́̇̔̉̈́̽̔̆̚͠R̴̨̗̹͚̻͖̜̖̥͇̾̌̔̈́Ḭ̴̄̔̔̇̆͋́͝E̸̡̛̞̟̳̜̩̗͎̼̼͒͊̽̈͐̉̔̐͜Ņ̵̖̝̙̠̲͉̎̅̔D̵̈̍͌̉́̐̈̇̿̈́��̧̞̩̼͚̤͜S̵̡̨̛̤̥̪̗̞̀̾͊̊̈́̍̃̈́̽̚̕H̷̛̪̯͙̲̥͚̼̱̀̄͆͌̃̅͛̿̇̋̿͊͝͠Į̴̢̡̢̺̩͚̻͔̼̮̺͂̂͜ͅP̵̖̘̫̞̩͙͙̑̍̍̽͌͋̏̊̇̚͘͜͠S̴̳̞̤̼̗̣͇̬͇̄̽͒̈́̍̍͋͒̈́͋̓͠ͅ ̵͉͔̥̤͎̀̌͂̿̉͗͐̃̌̽͊̚̚͠P̶̛̯̭͋͑̒͘͝ͅL̴̘͙͕̓͑̊͝Ẓ̶̢̛̛̫͕̘̹̦͖̗͉̤͐͋̌͆̀̓͑̃̀̀͗̚!̶͇̫̲̖̱̞̑̌͗͋̈̌͒̒͜͠!̸̧͙̮͔̺̮͎̤̖̗̩̜̋̃̒̾́̅͆̂̑̕̕͝͝

YOU CAN’T HAVE YOUR DRUG BECAUSE IT HAS TWO WEEKS DELAY YOU BLOODY WANKER!

F̴̬̰͍̙̞̦͍̗̜̞̤̓̌́̏̐̈́̐́́͂͑̒̒̈̽ͅR̷̢͐͐̆̾̕À̴̯͙̖̻͙̯͈͕̗̲̙̎̓̿̏͋͗͂̍̽̈́͠C̷̪͈̹̖̪̺͑́͒͋͌́̿̐̐̋̚Ḱ̴̙̩͍̙͊ ̵̨̞̺̰̱͈̤̥̙̭̯͓̝̮͆͑̿͒͑̓̐̀Y̸̢͙̙͕͙̞̊̂̌̃O̴͔̻̫̪̭͉̲͒͗̂̀̾̈́͐̑̓̋͒̒́̚U̷̺̻̩̠͍̼̹̙͕̒̃ ̸̡͖̗̞͆̓ͅY̵̧͎̭͊̀̈́̀͊̌̿̔̈̾̉͘͠͠Ó̷̮͠͝Ư̶̧̧̳̖̙̬̘̱̝̦͓̿͋͑̊̏̐̾͒̽͝ͅY̵͕̣͌͒̾̔́̃͝ ̵̧̫̲͚̗̝̆E̸̺̼̪̘̙͚͇͚̳̥̙͓̗̊̏͂͋͗̅̀̉̄͜͜͝͠Ṕ̷̢̡͚̦͕͖̦̣̹͛̎̈͘Ḭ̸̛̗̺̝̹̖͖̣̜͚̹̜̞͊̒̅̍̾̉̌͛̀̚͝L̴̨̢̙̫̳̱̞̼̯̫̰̮̇̈́O̴͙̫̝̒̀̀̄͗̎̈́̽̈̍̃͘̚͝L̷̬̤̼̥͛̀́̽̆͑̾͆̏͠͝ ̶̧̡͉̭̘͙̖̦͍̘̳̙͌̎͌͊̉͗̍͒̍̓̅͒̓̕̚͜͜͜L̷̛̲͈̲͎̠̞̬̫̭̱̎͆͌̿͗̌͝Ọ̸̧͇̰̜̆̔͊͌̀͘̕V̶̛̯̝̂̈́͑̂̀̍̔̽́̿͑̊A̴̫͍̫͛͛̔̽̚͝!̸̱̳͎͓̬̹͑̀͆!̶̡̛̖̤̠͙̙̲͖̖͆̐̔̔̐̏!̵̧̘̱̣͎̗̞̠̹̞̘̜̳͈̭͒

…

You are not even worth my time.

…

Oh yeah, this ghostly weirdo? They are the MSPA Reader’s friendship addiction but personified and Flanderized up to 11. They have been here since at least two weeks. I don’t think I’ll get rid of this creature soon if ever. No money for the Ghostbusters for now.

So for reals this time, thank you for reading this review. See you next time.

Bye!

#homestuck #pesterquest #gamzee makara #Vriska Serket #review

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If two ride on a horse, one must ride behind

PI 03/08/2019

Your name is Pembrooke Ingleton and by the bequest of the equestrian sort, you're on your way to the Church of the Mirthful in the hopes of seeing if any of the goers there have any insight to the whereabouts of one Gamzee Makara. The friendly baker, who you really do hope nothing bad has befallen him. Which is likely why you offered to be the one to speak to the Baron.

Admittedly you are a bit worried about your backup. Not out of anything personal. Just that well, the Baron certainly had a sway of his own when it came to your troll inclined officers. And you haven't had much a chance to see Darkleer in action on the field.

Still, Redglare has full confidence in him so you stand by her, and as you make your way up to the churches door...you are standing by him as you knock. Or ring a bell. Or honk something. Whatever this church has for their door alerting of guests device. Not that you're really too concerned...the way you feel watched gives you the impression he likely was alerted to your approach before you made it up the steps. Also gives you the heebie jeebies.

Creepy creep clowns.

GHB 03/08/2019

Sam was notified when they were about two blocks out. The clown had been...restless. His hier hadn't come to church, hadn't spoken online. For some time...

Others of the church suspected foul play. Sam suspected a bender. Which happens to the young ones, here and there. But.

But.

There had been other dissaperances too. Other derse borns who had come. That do not any longer. If it is a Challenger in his own ranks, he would accept it. But the sneaky sneak of slipping away doesn't sit well.

Silently the churchlings had begun a recovery mission earlier in the week, finding little. But still they search.

Azriphale opens the doors, eyes Byzantine bright purple as he assesses the visitor. He recognizes the inspector ...less so his tall companion. But he has suspicion.

Wordlessly he turns from the door, beckoning them in.

There's prayer, quiet and whispered that feels like it's coming from nowhere and everywhere, candles and inscense rising and guttering with the sound rhythmically. The walls are painted...in paint. Maybe blood, the tang of it heavy in the air. Skulls and bones tinkle in chimes, crunch underfoot...

Then they hear the growls, rattling the windows, echoing off the walls. The throne was empty, but bright eyes flashing purple hung in the shadows of the rafters. Sam's voice sounded like an angry tiger trying to speak, wrath tinging his words.

"Why is you desecrating my sanctum, Expatriate." They can hear claws scratching on wood, but can't see it, fear wreathing around them.

Darkleer 03/08/2019

You've been uneasy since the moment you heard 'clown church'. Purple bloods on Derse you could deal with. Even with the Makara heir, the very same that went missing now. But to know that they dragged their whole faith here... You have a lot of thoughts, and none of them positive. Most of all though, you're concerned about the influence they may have on this city.

But you don't back down from the assignment. After all you want to prove your capability for this job. And you don't want to let this puny human your boss walk right into the clown's den alone and unprotected.

You follow Lt. Ingleton, as quiet and stoic as the Zahhaks tend to do, and you follow inside when the clowns invite you. When you left Alternia, the inside of a clown church is the last thing you ever expected to see again. And the stench.. you're far too familiar with the smell of troll blood. How can this even be tolerated on Derse?

You can hear him before you see him, a still far too familiar voice. The Grand Highblood. That, in their language, motherfucker. Of COURSE he'd be here. Your concern for the planet just increased tenfold.

You don't flinch. Even with his overdramatic greeting, he doesn't scare you. The mind games his ilk can do are not a concern. You have fiddled with your brain long enough so that no one else could. And gone are the times where he is part of the royal caste you have to bow to. He doesn't have power over you, not anymore.

You have a healthy amount of respect, sure. He's still a dangerous individual. But you're more concerned for your company than yourself.

A displeased puff escapes you. You wanted to leave the talking to the Lieutenant, but that ass decided to adress you personally. Oh, how you want to tell him there's nothing sacred to be found in these halls. No, you're on duty and in fact not here to pick a fight with the second-biggest tyrant of old Alternia.

"We are investigating the missing report of a purple blood, Gamzee Makara" you state factually.

PI 03/09/2019

Oh. There's that sensation again, as you feel your heart start to race and a shivver go up your spine. The Baron certainly had...something about him didn't he. Sort of an aura that certainly instilled a fight or flight into a person. Cold and bone chilling indeed.

You inhale slowly, and exhale as well. Logically, you know this is an unnatural sensation...but not that it really helps in regards to lowering the emotional hackles that are now raised and screaming in your nerves.

If there was a history between these two, you'll get to that later. For now, you inhale again and nod as you refocus on the task at hand. "Indeed. According to close friends, he has vanished and in a manner unlike himself. Officer Darkleer and I were tasked to come by to see if you could ask a few questions about when you saw him last."

Glancing up at the rafters, you frown ever so slightly as you briefly recall the last time you were in this building during the whole Trickster fiasco...

"If you would prefer an interview off church grounds, we'd be happy to oblige."

GHB 03/10/2019

He bloody well should be uncomfortable with the clown church. The bright eyes extinguish over the throne, and the fear dissipates. There's silence for a few moments, save the chanting of the Mirthful themselves, ever in crescendo or diminuendo in strange, dysphonic patterns. Sam is moving silently in the rafters, considering how to respond...

He's an asshole, choosing to drop just behind them -Out of reach with the Expatriate- with a Blazing Fear designed to shock and cower. They only hear the softest of footpad falls when his feet connect to the ground, as he stands his full regal height of...not taller than Margrave... Shirtless, polkadotted pants neat andd trim,, but bones and beads threaded together in necklaces and bracelets. Blood maybe crusted under his claws. The glow of his eyes is enough to cast a shadow of the two over the throne. Paint crisp and terrifying as ever.

Sameadi bares his teeth, snarling. "And you bring an ingrate to my church. I am being thankful of the offer, Inspector...but you is already here." Perhaps there's enough to strip the calf from the herd, bring him to his rightful motherfuckin slaughter. He sizes them up out of habit...the only back exit is a hidden door--perhaps perhaps. Give it time, old man. He'll finally reign himself in-giving the impression of instability is always useful.

"You investigate but do not give information, Darkleer. Your report is motherfuckin incomplete, yo work below par. Motherfuckin expected of a traitor and coward." ...Okay he can't help but instigate a bit. Ooops~ A sneer is directed breifly at Darkleer as he turns his attentions to Ingleton.

"We is take care of our own, brother. I is appreciating of yo offers, but our people are our people. Iffen you find them before we does--perhaps it be better for they." He lets that sink in as he pauses. "But We's been searchin fo th boy, being finding little as of yet. His scent been grown dark and cold. There is been others. An I is motherfuckin disappointed you ain't been made th connection. Derse borns not of th church, but come and praise. Gone an missin. Or gone an returned by fire. Do you think not we want vengeance an justice?" His wrath is ticking up juuust a bit.

Darkleer 03/11/2019

He finally deigns to come down. A wave of something washes over you and tickles something in the back of his head. His vile magic doesn't affect you, but you're aware what he's trying. Curse him.

You turn around towards him, making a small step to the side to position yourself between the Baron and the Lieutenant who is probably not as unaffected. While you try to make yourself as small as possible around everyone else, being faced by him, you straighten your back to reach your full height. Taller than him, you'll have him know. Not by much, admittedly, but the point is being made.

You try to keep the thoughts running through your mind low and listen to hi- Incomplete. Did he just. Hr. You huff. He may call you all kinds of names, but to call your work inadequate. No, of course you don't bring information, you have none yet. You came here to get some you have JUST started the work. He ought to know this. How DARE- Hhh.

You choke down so many unnecessary angry retorts and chastise yourself for lowkey wishing to find the heir dead. For all you know, the boy may not actually deserve that.

He doesn't know anything and even if he did, he wouldn't tell you, the Baron made that much clear. "He is not to be found under this roof" you state, for the Lieutenant, most of all, but also as the probably most single weakest jab you could make at the Baron.

Though, the remark about the Derse born. Your ear flicks when he mentions that. That may be a thing worth investigating. "You have no right to take justice into your hands. Not on this planet. You need to desist from action." You're aware what kind of vengeance purplebloods are out for. He won't stop, you know. Part of you hopes. A reason to bring him down for good.

PI 03/11/2019

Despite your frame and average jitters, you aren't what would be defined as weak-willed. One really can't be in this line of work where you're at. But, that doesn't necessarily make you immune to emotion, even when you know something is amiss. And even if you're not cowering, the wave is enough to cause you to find yourself unable to breathe as your legs lock up, freezing you in place as you try to regain your breath.

Inwardly you are thankful for Darkleer stepping in front. Outwardly, you're slowly replacing the pale shock with an agitated expression. You are indeed well aware of the burned bodies, half the reason you came here personally is because you had a hunch perhaps there was a connection.

"That is the problem with making a connection, sir. When people don't take the time to inform us people have gone missing because they're too busy trying to handle it themselves...lo and behold we miss a detail. It would have been nice to know there had been others vanishing, versus discovering this fact after so many others had gone missing." Your stance straightens as you straighten your coat, breathing returned to normal. "We came here to help, so your aggressive posturing and....whatever it is you are doing...is rude. And the implications of vigilantism is noted."

Your nerves are screaming, but you stand ground since you all know if you two were to vanish right here and now that it would be a mess that the Baron and ultimately the Crew would not want to deal with. Especially on a cusp of a gangwar brewing.

"Is there any other connections than Derse born? How is someone able to differentiate a Derse born member of your church from offworld?"

GHB 03/11/2019

That doesn't mean that Sammy isn't thinking on it mightily. His scelera flash red briefly, a low grumbling snarl under his breath.

That puny human is fodder. Darkleer is. Again. On the wrong side. How frustrating. Sam tilts his head to the side, a too wide smile draping over his face lazily.

"S all bout presentation, brother inspector. " He steps around them easily, a sashaying stride back to the throne.

"An you is dismissed, Darkleer. 'd rightly prefer speakin at yo superior." His wave is as condescending as his tone >

But at least he's focusing on the Inspector alone. For now. Darkleer is going to be noted and dealt with later, if his scathing expression relates anything.

"It ain't uncommon fo those who ain't been grown in th church to come an go 's they please." His voice takes a wounded tone when he looks over the inspector. "Were I knowing earlier I woulda said sommat earlier. It were part of us lookin this here week, so's sommat coul be said 't all." If he had had his way, he'd merely point him at the corpses of the desceased and say they came to an unfortunate end.

His head rests on his palm, watching the two of them intently. "Cain't rightly say. Sometides they ain't wear th paint an protection. Th gods cain't see they wi'out 't. Were there of the church bretheren missin I woulda raised th alarm 't a mo punctual tide t yo likin. We is tight knit, we is alway on guard." We're always ready to kill is unsaid.

Darkleer 03/11/2019

Your gaze stays fixed on him as he walks past the two of them. Nothing about his attitude and unnecessary pompous act has changed. The only thing that has changed is that you don't need to bow to him anymore. And yet..

"You are not the one dismissing me" you reply with a snarl. If the Inspector wants you to leave, you will. But it wouldn't sit well with you to leave anyone alone in this place.

PI 03/11/2019

This marks the second time the Baron has pulled rank on of your officers in front of you. Well, in this instance tried to. God...damnit you swear the powerful players of this city are singlehandedly having a contest amongst themselves of who can dance the longest on your last nerve with their flaunting.

You inhale.

Despite your utmost desire, you will not poke this bear. It's tempting to, there's certainly a few choice words and barbed sentences you could respond with...but you have a job to do. A job where someone's life is potentially at stake.

You exhale, and put a soft step on your bubbling pride internally.

"I see." you say, acknowleding Darkleers comment but choosing to ignore outright as you stay on task. Though you mentally note to have a talk with all your blue blooded officers later. Turning to the Baron you continue. "A list of names of those missing would be appreciated, as well as the names of any deceased. We may be able to uncover an unexpected link your own have missed in our teams."

Folding your arms, you give him a somber expression. "We all want to get to the bottom of this, and save those gone missing. Find out those responsible. The more hurdles set up, the longer it takes, and the higher the odds of Mister Gamzee being the next body found increases."

You've already prepared for him to refuse or to continue his focus on Darkleer, which is fine. You've gotten enough information from this meeting as is.

GHB 03/12/2019

Sam has a smug smile on his face as Darkleer is summarily dismissed regardless. The foal could pretend Sam didn't have pull, but clearly Sam is still higher on the food chain.

His fingers snap and there's a wordless whisper, a paper appears in his hand. "Considerin you done notified me a one, this shouln't be necessary. These is ones what haven't come, though they names coul be assumed an not original. Derseborns are...not as strict with names an titles. They's not as often named in records nuther. Sommat I's been tryina address wi th council here."

The thought of these tech phobic fools being able to find something the Alternians could not is a fantasy. Clearly. Hmph.

"An 's Mr. Gamzee Makara. A brother of high birth an accord. An heir to th head of church, should he take ambition." Sam shifts, standing up with an unnerving grace.

"Iffen 't all possible, 'd prefer you t be workin th case, Inspector. Yorn insight an diligence---is far superior. " that's mildly directed at Darkleer.

Darkleer 03/12/2019

The Lieutenant isn't dismissing you, so you stay, though quietly. It's somewhat of a relief that the Inspector has taken over the conversation now and the Baron actually makes a pretense of cooperation.

Your lip twitches a bit at his comment, but you don't let him drag you down on his level anymore. The sooner the two of you can get out of here, the better.

PI 03/12/2019

Gamzee being a potential heir was something you weren't aware of, so huh...another thing to factor. "It would not be my first rodeo when it comes to aliases and I expect it will far be from my last. Still, I've yet to have a case where I had too much information so the list is appreciated."

The possibility someone is targeting purple blooded individuals is unsettling, but that they're somehow able to target specifically Derse-born is peculiar. Perhaps there is a secondary link involved that hasn't made itself aware. You have a few hunches, but that will take work to follow them.

"I fully intend to. He's a good sort, a talented baker. I've had the fortune to meet him before so I'd rather see nothing ill befall him." You stand proper as the Baron rises. "If you discover any further things, it'd be appreciated if you let us know." Appreciated, but frankly not expected. The internal clock in your mind has already set this as a race to solving this before the Baron and his men get their claws on whoever is responsible and then...well you expect everything is going to hit a not mysterious at all dead end.

GHB 03/12/2019

He makes point to note it due to the fact it could give a greater possibility that Gamzee survives. He hands over the paper easily, the ink is of a questionable nature. "Th list ain't complete by far, but these is th missin we've associated wi."

He wouldn't know the secondary link, but he'll gladly postulate on one. "I ain sure whyfor th church folk is targeted, but I am wondering if 't is political in natures. There are many that would be of a dislike of me fo former days--" Pointed look at Darkleer.

"But I's got faith you is in th right in yo search, brother. Iffen you is need any 'll be glad t lend towards 't. " His desire for additional information...mmm. "I'll does mah best if by an large I's come by sommat else. Be looking you on the toolmarkings of th dead, they is alway tell us stories."

He pauses, glancing at a middle distance as whispers of magic float his way. "Our words is alway carried somewheres."

Darkleer 03/12/2019

What. Is that look supposed to mean. Well, yes. You dislike him for former days. And current ones. He's not implying you would have it out for him and his church, is he? You wouldn't sink so low. You're intending to act well within the laws of this planet.

You let out another irked snort, jaw clenched tightly. You're not going to respond to his prods. Not today. You have weathered enough insult and ill demeanor from your superiors over centuries to build enough patience to deal with his.

PI 03/13/2019

Looking down at the paper, the names listed don't give an immediate ping of recognition. But then again names are what they are. Still...it is something to lead onto. Though the realization this could be part of a serial killer or targeted attack is still settling into the equation.

"The help is noted and appreciated Baron." you say aloud, remembing that right...courtesy and protocol. This man is still very much an ambassador for Alternia after all. "I think we can all agree that getting to the bottom of this is in everyone's best interests. And I fully plan to do just that."

There is a pause, as you glance from Darkleer...to the Baron...then back. There's a history there, and as much as you'd like to know it, time and place. "Thank you for your time and assistance. And this information. I'd say we shall no longer darken your doorstep...but..." turning back you look at...well you just wave your hand in the direction you assume the door is in. "...I honestly expect I'm going to bang my shins on every object on the way to the door at this time. Next time I'm bringing a flashlight."

GHB 03/15/2019

Yeah he definately means he thinks Darkleer would sabotage something. Sam's voice rumbles with a growl as the candles in the church grow brighter. In a few padded steps, he's turning the inspector in the correct direction with an amused smile. " D ast tha certain parties being not included in th investigation, but I is thinking that is an ast too far. Th door 's t th right, brother." He straightens again, smoothing down his hair quickly.

"An I knows you is will do yo level best, as I would. Be sure t keep a brother updated some, yeah? I ain't much like t be out th loop in such things." Eyes shine in the shadows as they trace the procession, breaths held in anticipation. Surely the Highblood would spill the blood of the offender. The sancrosanct demands it. He waves off unspoken pleas for blood with a wave of his hand.

Darkleer 03/16/2019

You will personally make sure the Grand Highblood will hear as little about this as possible. Or you will at least advice the Lieutennant of as much, since you are not the one to decide these things.

At least you're leaving now. During the talk your gaze has been fixed on Samedi the whole time. You're only hesitantly turning your back towards him, but you're not granting him even a second of attention morer than absolutely necessary.

You did take notice of the Inspector pointing out his apparently insufficient eyesight. Right, humans don't see as well in the dark. You would offer to guide him or even carry him, but considering your rank, you're not sure if that would be compatible with his pride. You still go ahead, some of your technological parts on your head and under your shirt lighting up just a tad more to help him find the way.

PI 03/16/2019

Curse your Prospitian totally human eyesight. How nice it must be to be a troll or Dersite in the sense of being able to see in the darkness easier. Probably saves a doozy on the electric bills as well.

"Of course." you say, then note the candles light raise. Ok...that was actually pretty impressive presentation. What you'd do to have an ambience like that when officers came into your office. "I'll keep in touch."

You follow Darkleer and graciously manage to avoid dinging into several objects thus allowing you a graceful departure to the door. "Take care, and talk to you later." Even if not about this, you doubt it will be the last time you speak to the Baron.

As you make it outside the door, you give a sideways glance to Darkleer to gauge his disposition. Not really wanting to speak up just yet until you're well out of any remote earshot of the church. This place you swear. The heebies AND the jeebies.

Darkleer 03/16/2019

Your face is hard and grim. This has been a frustrating and frankly mildly shocking encounter. You're not going to speak up about this unless PI asks you.

PI 03/16/2019

After a few blocks, you finally speak up.

"Are you doing alright?" you say with a concerned tone. Now that the pressure of keeping things proper and official is off, you find yourself more worried about how the interraction between the two had gone down. "I apologize for not acknowledging the dismissal commentary. At the time, I felt it would turn the discussions focus on that rather than the task at hand...but I did not want to give the impression that I was ignoring you."

Darkleer 03/17/2019

His question takes a moment to register, so deep into thought and frustration you are. But you stop to look at him.

"You did absolutely nothing wrong, sir. He did, that. Wretched. Two-faced. Pisspoor excuse of a-. Hrhk, pardon the language." You give an angry snort.

"I did not.. expect him to be here. But that explains the presence of his violence-thirsty church."

PI Last Monday at 12:12 AM

"Mmm...my apologies. He has been here a time, somewhat of an ambassador representative to Alternia, or so the cover be." You give a glance around, making sure you're both well out of earshot of anyone and you suspect Darkleers hearing is good enough to catch your quietest mumbles. "All but confirmed to have Crew ties, would not be surprised if his church operates alongside gang activities."

You give him a sympathetic look as he apologizes. "Is it wrong of me to assume the two of you have history? Or is this just an idealological difference in a very severe way?"

Darkleer Last Monday at 9:35 AM

You catch his look around and try to keep your own voice low, even if the anger is boiling up inside you. "I.. served as the Executioner under the Alternian Empire, and he the judge. It was my task to bring down anyone he wanted to see dead - if he didn't choose to take care of it himself. I deeply regret my actions back then, even when I believed I had no other choice."

You had no intention of keeping any secrets, but just as well you didn't expect this to ever be a matter of concern on this planet. Obviously, thinking for yourself has never been your strength.

"He is one of Alternia's most influental figures besides the Empress, much to the chagrin of every other seadweller.. and the cost of everyone below. An embassador he may be, but he cares little for anyone not sharing his color. That he is here.. I am not sure if he would do less harm here or on Alternia.. Best would be neither."

PI Last Tuesday at 8:57 AM

A solemn nod is given. Some of these things were things that you had pieced together, but there was something to be said for having suspicions confirmed and to hear it from the individual themselves. A notch of respect given...goodness knows he isn't the first person on the force who has had a dark past.

"It always baffles me why some of the more...influential individuals would have an interest in Midnight City. It's not even like there is...a lot here? Pardon my rudeness and racial insensitivity here, but I would figure they'd have more important things to do than run a church and petty mobster crimes on a backwater planet....so says the hypocritical man working as an officer on said planet."

Darkleer Last Tuesday at 8:06 PM

You fall silent for a moment as you think about that. That is a good question that you're not quite sure you got the answer to. You have a hunch... a terrible one.

"The Alternian Empire was built on the discovery and... conquest of other planets and their residents. A small planet this is, but a planet regardless." As you try to explain this, another idea creeps up on you.

"Another terrible reason may be that the Empire's control of its people has been gradually slipping since the rebel movements have risen up. A lot of the more.. free-thinking trolls seem to find their way to this planet. Should they ever decide to return, they could bring some radical changes with them."

You haven't gotten to spend much time with the trolls of this city and precinct yet, but considering the fact that trolls of all castes work together and with such a different hierarchical structure was proof of that enough. Putting that thought into words makes you realize though... should the baron choose to influence or cull any of these young trolls, be it your own descendants, the young Peixes or any of the lowbloods, there is very little standing between him and them that can take him on.. besides you, maybe.

PI Last Tuesday at 10:20 PM

That was not something you had considered, but it would make a decent amount of sense if it was the case. From what you've gathered, the trolls born on Derse have already shown radical differences than those who were born under Alterian influences. And who knows...if they were to show that such a life is inherently better, yeah you could see how that would affect a word such as Alternia.

Your frown deepens. "I do...worry for officer Piexes. From what I've gathered, her blood type is royalty. Meaning from old system standards with there being a lack of empress, she would have means to attempt to claim said throne. Considering her connection to Ampora and Amporas connection to Dualscar and..." you take a breath. Curse you connection chain. "Dualscars connection to the Baron...I have no doubt the Baron could see her as a very tempting target to pull under his sway..."

Mm. Yeah no. You don't like that. No sir ree bob. Maybe your just feeling overprotective cause you fed her fish as a grub or something. But mmm...yeah no. No like. Adjusting your coat, you shake your head. "I suppose we'll have to keep alert."

Darkleer Last Wednesday at 9:37 AM

You just give an agreeing grunt. Though you hadn't realized she was connected to.... "Dualscar." That is a name you didn't hear in a while. Not someone you ever got to interact with, but yet another old troll on a planet full of unsuspecting young ones. Hhn.

"We do." Maybe you should talk with the young Peixes about that? She seemed to innocently unaware and unaffected by all of Alternia's system and her heritage and you'd hate to ruin that, but you don't want to have her stumble into the hands of people that might use or hurt her.

PI Last Wednesday at 7:35 PM

"We do." you echo as you bundle yourself up, the biting cold outside suddenly feeling more intrusive than before. "As an aside, thank you for your assistance earlier and for coming along with me for this."

Darkleer Last Wednesday at 10:08 PM

You nod. "No thanks needed. It was my job to accompany you." And you're glad for it. There's a good chance the Baron had no intentions to hurt him, but.. he is still a dangerous and unpredictable man. "If you need assistance in dealing with him in the future, let me know."

PI Last Thursday at 5:41 AM

"Hehe..." you chuckle. "Here I was about to offer the same to you." It's true, you lack the...well beyond obvious physical clout that most trolls boast much less those of Darkleer or the Baron. But you were not without your own authority and connections in this city.

Not that you really expect a lot of legislation and regulations would necessarily stop the Baron from popping your head off your body like a dandelion should he feel inclined. BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO CONSIDER THAT.

"Let's get back to the precinct. We have a lot of investigating and work to do."

Darkleer Last Thursday at 9:22 AM

"I will keep that in mind." You didn't expect him to be of much help to you for dealing with the Baron, especially with him being someone that has grown up outside of Alternia. You might peruse his advice so you don't act against Derse's law. Though admittedly, he dealt with the clown fairly well back then, and especially with his outsider's view, he might open a few new perspectives.

You give him another nod. With all said and done, you quietly follow him back.

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