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slippy ([personal profile] slippy) wrote in [community profile] hs_olympics 2012-07-07 06:11 pm (UTC)

>Karkat: Call her name (FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3NEPETA)

You don't.

You call "TEREEREEEEAASHFDJGLFGHDFJKGH" instead. Admittedly you weren't trying to articulate her name for the loudest bit; that was when the huge, heavy mass of fabric hit you in the face, and you turned the thrumming of your squawk blister over to incandescent rage instead.

"Oh my God!" Terezi's voice floats down from above. "Karkat, you awful little wiggler! You couldn't just say 'Hello, Terezi, devestatingly intelligent legislacerator and pupatory investigatracer, I am here now, please let down a rope ladder and also my shirt opened'? Admittedly your loudness also helped me aim properly so that I could hit you with something. Justice will always find a way!"

You think that maybe, by the end there, she sounds happy that you're here.

It could be the excuse to use the word "justice" though. Or possibly to annoy you by taking an excuse to use the word "justice" like she is some kind of authority--

There is a thump somewhere over to the left. "And that was the rope ladder! I would still like it if you came up. Did it hit you too?" she says hopefully.

You tear the fabric off your head. "No! Better learn how to sniff out depth perception!"

"And for that rudeness!" she says, now sounding delighted about your being here, "--you'll have to wear the costume I just used to enact your sentence!"

You inspect the thing that you're still holding in your hands.

> Karkat: Wear the costume. Be the...

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