[That's the sound oddly specific phrase Karkat makes now that he's climbed off the floor to look around at where exactly he is. This is weird. This is really weird. He remembers going down a hole, but where is this? This isn't the Land of Quartz and Melody, is it?]
Aradia? Oh my god, Aradia, please be here, I am entirely too new to being dead and I don't need a giant, glowing bloodpusher to be my introduction to the experience. And while we're at it can we talk about the being dead thing? Because I do not want to be dead. I need to not be dead like right now, and maybe you know someone who I could talk to who could undo the whole getting stabbed and dumped in lava thing and--
[He's papping at his chest, right to left, over the holes cut through the circles of the sign on his shirt, which fortunately don't have wounds behind them. But the hole on the left? There's something hard behind it, and his palm hits it. He looks down to see a teardrop-shaped gem through the cut in the fabric, which is quite attached to his skin.]
What the fuck?
B. The Farmer's Market
[So you know the whole thing about gems and powers and those going together? Karkat doesn't. Or maybe he does by now, explained by some kind, patient soul to him, but it doesn't mean he knows a damn thing about what's going on now.]
[Which is, namely, that his hands are on fire. Not bad fire. Just a little, like, small bursts of flames over his palms. Which are flailing kind of everywhere.]
[Karkat can look at the goods these kind farmers are selling later, because right now--]
Oh god oh god oh god oh god, I'm on fire, FUCK.
[--he's running through, as if bolting around fast enough is the key to escaping the flames. They aren't even burning him, but like hell he can focus enough to keep that in mind. At this rate he's likely to run into someone.]
Karkat Vantas | Homestuck | Bloodstone
Oh sweet globe tickling hell.
[That's the
soundoddly specific phrase Karkat makes now that he's climbed off the floor to look around at where exactly he is. This is weird. This is really weird. He remembers going down a hole, but where is this? This isn't the Land of Quartz and Melody, is it?]Aradia? Oh my god, Aradia, please be here, I am entirely too new to being dead and I don't need a giant, glowing bloodpusher to be my introduction to the experience. And while we're at it can we talk about the being dead thing? Because I do not want to be dead. I need to not be dead like right now, and maybe you know someone who I could talk to who could undo the whole getting stabbed and dumped in lava thing and--
[He's papping at his chest, right to left, over the holes cut through the circles of the sign on his shirt, which fortunately don't have wounds behind them. But the hole on the left? There's something hard behind it, and his palm hits it. He looks down to see a teardrop-shaped gem through the cut in the fabric, which is quite attached to his skin.]
What the fuck?
B. The Farmer's Market
[So you know the whole thing about gems and powers and those going together? Karkat doesn't. Or maybe he does by now, explained by some kind, patient soul to him, but it doesn't mean he knows a damn thing about what's going on now.]
[Which is, namely, that his hands are on fire. Not bad fire. Just a little, like, small bursts of flames over his palms. Which are flailing kind of everywhere.]
[Karkat can look at the goods these kind farmers are selling later, because right now--]
Oh god oh god oh god oh god, I'm on fire, FUCK.
[--he's running through, as if bolting around fast enough is the key to escaping the flames. They aren't even burning him, but like hell he can focus enough to keep that in mind. At this rate he's likely to run into someone.]