If Rose had honestly believed this to be a panic-worthy situation, then it would be interesting to know her label for the new scenario that was going to roll itself out for the three. While they hastily tend to their friend, they aren't without company. A temporarily unknown guest that is, watching them closely as they try and call the others for help and tend to the bleeding wound on the unconscious boy's head. The very work that Gamzee had bestowed upon the brother himself. It seemed to him, that these two weren't as accepting of the act as John was, though it wasn't as though the poor kid had a choice in the matter. Not that Gamzee had minded--it made things easier for him.
Was able to bring these two to him.
Through the stark darkness and emptiness that the cave exuded with it's seemingly endless caverns and crannies, a resounding, familiar sound could be heard. The same sound that was represented not long ago through indigo colored text. A message sent to Dave, an invitation and reply. Gamzee would be lying if he claimed to feel anything but utter delight that the two had taken him up on the offer. The two of them, agreeing to their fate. Much like how John had. Traveling partners, that was the name it was given, but he knew. He knew it was merely the start of it all, he was going to start this impromptu carnival with John as the first. His scarlet blood being the ink to write the invitation for the others. So generous John was.
But it was time to show these two exactly what Gamzee had invited them to. Yes. That was exactly what was needed.
"Brother, sister it's good to motherfuckin' bein all up and seein' you." His voice was low, raspy sounding almost. Very unlike Gamzee. His general coolness still there, that laid back nature still present, though it was more of a parody of the old Gamzee, a joke really.
"SO HOW ABOUT WE PLAY A MOTHERFUCKIN' GAME? Sounds like all up in bein' a good idea to me, what do you think my choice brother and sister? JOHN THERE SEEMED TO MOTHERFUCKIN' THINK THAT IT WAS A MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND IDEA. So why we don't all up just have a motherfuckin' good time? WHY WE DON'T ALL UP JUST MOTHERFUCKIN' HAVE A GOOD MOTHERFUCKIN' TIME?" As he spoke, he stepped from his cover, the dim light that lit their spot showing him, though he still was obscured slightly. While the light was enough to show the vagueness of his form, it was no where near enough to completely show his features. The shadows still clung to him in spite of the light.
His usually half lidded eyes now drawn open as he stares at them, his smile that would once be called friendly and inviting, now was a wicked split in his face that held friendliness as a mockery and laced haunting maliciousness through out it.
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Was able to bring these two to him.
Through the stark darkness and emptiness that the cave exuded with it's seemingly endless caverns and crannies, a resounding, familiar sound could be heard. The same sound that was represented not long ago through indigo colored text. A message sent to Dave, an invitation and reply. Gamzee would be lying if he claimed to feel anything but utter delight that the two had taken him up on the offer. The two of them, agreeing to their fate. Much like how John had. Traveling partners, that was the name it was given, but he knew. He knew it was merely the start of it all, he was going to start this impromptu carnival with John as the first. His scarlet blood being the ink to write the invitation for the others. So generous John was.
But it was time to show these two exactly what Gamzee had invited them to. Yes. That was exactly what was needed.
"Brother, sister it's good to motherfuckin' bein all up and seein' you." His voice was low, raspy sounding almost. Very unlike Gamzee. His general coolness still there, that laid back nature still present, though it was more of a parody of the old Gamzee, a joke really.
"SO HOW ABOUT WE PLAY A MOTHERFUCKIN' GAME? Sounds like all up in bein' a good idea to me, what do you think my choice brother and sister? JOHN THERE SEEMED TO MOTHERFUCKIN' THINK THAT IT WAS A MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND IDEA. So why we don't all up just have a motherfuckin' good time? WHY WE DON'T ALL UP JUST MOTHERFUCKIN' HAVE A GOOD MOTHERFUCKIN' TIME?" As he spoke, he stepped from his cover, the dim light that lit their spot showing him, though he still was obscured slightly. While the light was enough to show the vagueness of his form, it was no where near enough to completely show his features. The shadows still clung to him in spite of the light.
His usually half lidded eyes now drawn open as he stares at them, his smile that would once be called friendly and inviting, now was a wicked split in his face that held friendliness as a mockery and laced haunting maliciousness through out it.