Eighth Dark Hole [Action]

[cueball]

[At the Graveyard]

[Haha no Scratch isn't crawling out of any coffin. He's going to dirty his clothes, however horrible they may be! He is better than a wriggler, crawling out of the ground. Instead, by his grave there will be a green flash of flickering light. It's not his regular entrance however. The green flashes several times, illuminating the area, and making even weird sound effects that you would hear from a terrible alien movie! However, eventually the green flashes stop and Doc Scratch is now there in his fully black clothed glory!

AND--]

Black isn't my color.

[Yep.]

[Around town]

[After getting over the atrocious wardrobe, he is now on the hunt! Particular for the young ladies, but curse this bad vision of his. Stupid dead moving body. He moves rather slowly though as he finds (and with his hands out like a dumbass no less), but when he does spot someone he'll immediately do the green flash warp thing to get closer and then--]

Ahah!

[Snatch your character and hoist them up! If they flee and get out of his grasp (which shouldn't be hard) he'll definitely try to catch them. If they comply he'll just carry them around, maybe chat until his arms get tired.

And if he realizes that, wait a minute, the person he picked up is a male? He'll drop them down and not even care, giving a half-assed "My mistake" and sulk away. Dude's not a lady.]

Comments

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Afraid your matesprit will see us? I have no ill intention, other than locking you in my crypt.

[that doesn't sound suspicious at all. and for the record, karkat isn't even half the man he is.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

Wow, I can't even begin to describe how completely ill that sounds! And not in a cool Dave Strider way.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Your infatuation with knights is none of my business. I'm just going to lock you away. Maybe teach you some manners with a broom.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[oh. knights. that is pretty coincidental and--

did he just

threaten to lock her away and teach her some manners with a human cleaning instrument GETTING VAGUELY DISTURBED HERE but it's Terezi so she just responds by cackling.] I knew you were weird, but that is just gross. Don't you know young girls languish in confinement? A dazzling young legislacerator in training like myself should be set free!

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[Remember Terezi, you're talking to guy that usually is being honest in some shape or form.]

Quite the opposite. They grow eager to be freed and get restless, their vitality increasing. Which is why the broom is necessary, along with the allotment of certain privileges.

In other words, no.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[s c r e a m]

Why do you know this stuff?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

I am an omniscient First Guardian you know.

[And he hides little girls in his house BUT SHHH.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

...

So! Once you take me back to your crypt and broom me, then what?

[TEREZI WHY ARE YOU GOING ALONG WITH THIS]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Well, lets see. Your hair is too short to put into a bun, but a kimono may work fine regardless. Floral patterns sound good.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[what.]

What.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

What?

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

That just seems... very specific! [specific. yeah. that's a word for it.












........just going to try to wiggle free now.]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

You did ask.

[And no he's holding on tighter, NOT GONNA WORK TEREZI YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[jdskfhkdsh

digs an elbow into his side, trying to look cool.] You sure are holding me awfully tight! Could you maybe let me down...?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think I will.

I'll need your measurements for that kimono by the way.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I don't even know my measurements!

[she can smell that infuriating smile AND IT IS SO INFURIATING]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Then I'll need to take them. It shouldn't take long, once we get to the crypt.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

Wow, how about no! [tries to move again...]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

As a Seer, you should have seen this coming. Now behave, or I'll remove your speaking privileges.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

How exactly do you think you're going to remove my speaking privileges?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

I'll twist up your tongue with rope.

1/2

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[what's next buckets

don't say buckets

Terezi is going to say something, except...

except she's just realized how close she is to his face and she's missing out on a golden opportunity here.]

Ehehehe, wait!

[she grins and lean forward and licks him on the cheek.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[except

wait

oh god

OH GOD THAT TASTES SO BAD

IT'S LIKE RANCID MILKSHAKE]

Bluh!

[]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

...Ew.

[SIIIGH. Oh oops, now that he thinks about it--]

Right, I forgot to mention. Apparently I died and was buried under the ground. I ascended today, but my body is still rather...rotten. Yet again, as a Seer you should have foreseen this. Once a sucker, always a sucker.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

I don't have my Seer powers as much as you don't have your omniscience, and if you had that, you wouldn't have let me lick you to begin with-

[BLUH BLUH BLUH Terezi begins scraping her tongue with her fingernails.] You taste so gross! It isn't what I imagined at all, I thought you'd be as delicious as your impossible font color. [man what did he just say...] Also, someone like you shouldn't be able to die.