soul_campaign | purl four | video | january twenty-fourth

[those who know this network id well enough should know that usually its user stays exclusively to voice and text. today seems to be the first break from this pattern, however, as the feed opens to Rose standing in the morgue. those not intimately familiar with the place will have difficulty pegging it as such - the angle of the camera leaves only the very edge of the corpse fridges visible.

Rose's face is carefully neutral, although she's far too pale for comfort. she stands stiff and ramrod straight, the first indication that something is very wrong. when she speaks, her voice is tight but calm.]

We've returned from our mission. I'm afraid that we ran into more trouble than we could handle.

[without changing expression or moving her gaze from the camera she reaches out and in one swift motion pulls on a slab, bringing the body of one Yosuke Hanamura into view.

she was very careful in angling the camera so that the damage done to his arm wasn't visible - it was bad enough that she had to do this in the first place, there was no need to make this any harder on anyone than it had to be.]

I don't - [she cuts herself off, swallows hard. Rose hates tripping on her own words, hates losing her composure in public, but it's so difficult to keep a handle on everything this time. she hadn't even been back to her apartment yet, caught up instead in the whirlwind that her arrival back in the city with a dead body on her shoulders had caused.

she was very tired, and her work still wasn't done. keep it together, Lalonde. you brought this all on yourself.]

There haven't been any arrangements made. I suppose that whoever takes charge of his effects will have to plan that out as well.

He left me something to give to a friend but I'm afraid that he wasn't able to specify which, only that he had a girlfriend. [she pauses, shifts a little. for a brief moment Rose looks as lost as she feels as she murmurs, words encompassing more than just her last wish dilemma]

I don't know what to do.

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My comments on your state of mind are as valid as they've ever been, regardless of your inability to accept that. While I understand that your dislike of being scrutinized is causing you to lash out at any flaws you perceive to be held by myself, I have no interest in sitting around and listening to you rail against me for no good reason other than your own berserk emotions.

Do you actually want anything of use from me, or should I simply allow you to wear yourself out before checking this post again?

IF LODGING YOUR PRONGS FIRMLY IN YOUR AURAL CANALS AND SQUALLING LIKE A FRESHLY-HATCHED WIGGLER TO BLOCK OUT ALL COMMON SENSE IS WORKING FOR YOU, THEN WHO THE FUCK AM I TO TELL YOU OTHERWISE?

ANYWAY NO

FUCK YOU

DON'T EVEN BOTHER.

I DON'T GIVE A SHIT AND I'M NOT GOING TO WASTE MY TIME JUMPING THROUGH YOUR ARBITRARY HUMAN HOOPS TO DISCOVER WHAT YOU TRUMPETING ASSHOLES GOT UP TO OVER THERE.

Thank god. I don't know how many iterations of 'it doesn't matter' I can concoct before I reach the bottom of my vocabulary list. Go punch a wall or flip a table or any other ultimately futile expression of grief that you'd prefer. I'm sure that Yosuke would be very proud to see you focusing on verbally battering others while he sits in a deep freezer.

[there's a long stretch before Karkat responds. over an hour.]

I'M PRETTY SURE WHAT YOSUKE REALLY WANTED WAS TO STILL BE ALIVE. BUT HEY, POINTS FOR EFFORT.

Then maybe you should have done more than rail impotently at him. But that's implying you can do anything positive in an effective manner, isn't it? My mistake.

[the hits are getting deep and personal, but Rose is far past a state of caring.]

Edited 2012-02-11 22:49 (UTC)

[they're too walled-off, unable to budge an inch. this was doomed before they even got started, and now it's all about causing as much damage as possible before one or the other disengages.]

OH NO! BELIEVE ME, AS SOON AS I FOUND OUT YOU WERE THE IDIOT HE DECIDED TO GO WITH, I WAS ON MY WAY TO THE FUCKING SCHOOLHIVE. I'VE HAD ENOUGH EXPERIENCE WITH YOUR SPECIAL TYPE OF MEISTERING TO KNOW THIS WAS ABOUT AS LIKELY TO FLY AS A MORBIDLY OBESE SQUAWKBEAST. YOUR SAD ATTEMPT AT SUCKING LESS WOULD TAKE A FEW HEAVING ATTEMPTS TO GET INTO THE AIR, BELLYFLOP SO IMPRESSIVELY THE GROUND BENEATH IT WOULD CRACK A LITTLE, AND THEN THE WHOLE DAMN THING WOULD DECLARED UNFIT TO CONTINUE EXISTING.

And yet between the two of us I was the one whose plans proceeded much further. I suppose that makes you the deformed bird lacking any wings sadly watching the others fly away to parts unknown from your perch. Now that I know that I can't suppose I blame you for being so bitter.

MORE LIKE THE ONLY PART OF THE FLOCK WHO MADE ANY ATTEMPT TO HEAD YOU TWO OFF BEFORE YOU PRANCED OFF THROUGH THE MIRROR WITHOUT A SINGLE SENSIBLE THOUGHT IN EITHER OF YOUR HEADS.

WHICH IS PAR FOR THE COURSE FOR HIM, BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR EXCUSE?

My reasons are my own, and even less of your business than the details of the trip. Why don't you round off your little blitzkrieg of imbecilic questions and baseless accusations by posting that I should have been the one brought back in the body bag? I'm sure you're just itching to let that one fly.

BASELESS MY ASS, AND DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF ENOUGH TO THINK I GIVE THAT MUCH OF A SHIT ABOUT YOU.

You haven't offered a single shred of proof to your hysterical claims, even if one disregards the multiple layers of bullshit you wrapped them in. Should you ever decide to stop behaving like a screaming toddler I'll be more than happy to retract my statement.

purl four | video | january twenty-fourth

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