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Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[ because a gray kid with horns and sharp teeth that stands at just a little under five foot is very, very menacing. but that scowl could be!

frankly, Karkat hasn't taken the time to memorize every face that he has encountered. why should he? people happened to come and go often. there's hardly any point. he squints, eying up this human female. ]

No, I've been here for at least five goddamn sweeps and thus is why I'm covered in this dust and debris that clearly match my husk complexion. Yes, I just woke up.

[Willow's dealt with way too many seemingly harmless things that ended up killing people to write anything off based on looks, but at least he's talking to her, so she dismisses that concern for now. Even if he is rude about it.

She makes herself firm. This is no time to be falling apart, self, rude gray kid is talking to you, and you have priorities.] I was just asking. Usually when I get kidnapped there's some major crisis beforehand, or I wake up and this vampire is telling me to do a love spell for him, and there really wasn't any of that here, so I'm confused.

And maybe a tiny bit freaked. [Have some babble, that's a lot better than shakiness.]

Then clearly you haven't spend a blessed day in the city without an actual name.

[ cue rolling his eyes. ]

Shit like this? Happens all of the fucking time. No major crisis or human rainbow drinkers telling you to do fuck all.

What city without a name? Like the U2 song? [That's street without a name, actually, but she's upset right now.]

I'm not exactly a newbie to wacky hell hijinks, but this is sort of taking the cake on abrupt.

Who the fuck is U2? I mean that it literally only goes by "the City," and everyone doesn't have a correctly functioning think pan to churn those thinking juices in order to come up with something to call it.

[ must be a newbie to these curses! of course, that's only if they are still in the City. he doesn't really recognize any of the faces thus far. and that? that's a little worrisome right there. ]

Well don't you just feel all five flavors of special.

[Sorry Karkat, she just reached her what the fuck limit and needs to monologue about it. Here we go.]

U2 is a band-- you know what, never mind, all my five flavors of special are telling you right now to back off your attitude, because you know what? If you haven't noticed we just got randomly kidnapped and stuck in big stone chamber things that look alarmingly like coffins, and wow, my magic isn't working either!

So we need to figure out what's going on and kick whoever's ass is responsible, not stand around debating think pans that are... churning out thinking juices-- and okay, could you use less gross metaphors, that is also a request.

[ arms cross his chest and his chin raises a few degrees with his sneer. ]

Excuse the fuck out of you, human. Oh please, do forgive me for not stooping down to your goddamn level and using your customs and your vernacular and abandon every single fucking thing I have been schoolfed on for sweeps! I am not human and I am not going to bed my spine over backwards just to appease you little shit stains that I happened to create in my joint universes, thank you very fucking much! If you can't deal with how I speech, then walk the fuck on because I don't care. This is me, at my default, even to my moirail and matesprit - both nookstains that I have the utmost pity for. Seriously, if a pair of sunglasses would fall from the sky and land on my cartilage nub, the meme would complete itself.

[ yeah... monologues. Karkat has no idea how to do that. ]

For your information, I have already been kidnapped once fucking before. And guess what? There was no goddamn way out of it. For all I know, I am in the same place just altered, like it is wont to do from time to time. Maybe you should be calming your bitch tits before kicking any asses.

... That was so much crankiness I think you sucked it out of me. [It's true: she looks rather deflated, and maybe a tiny, tiny bit pouty.]

Can we at least agree that we should be doing something? I don't mean to, to impugn your culture or whatever, I just-- I really need my powers to come back. Okay? So we need to find answers.

[Yeah, Willow is totally comfortable going from animosity right to working together. She sees no problem here.]

I am a natural rage machine. There is no way that I would lose out to a race that can't even hate each other correctly.

[ but he backs down, in the sense that he relaxes slightly. at least Karkat doesn't look like he's on the offensive. ]

If we're in the City, then there's the giant clock. That thing doesn't change even in the middle of a fucking curse or what have you. If we're still there, then that clock is in the center. That means that this shitty castle thing will last a few days to a week, Earth time. If not? Then fuck, I have no idea where to begin.

Gee, I sure am sad I can't hate people correctly, [she shoots back, unable to resist the sarcasm. It's the sort of casual sarcasm that she uses in every day conversation, though; Willow's starting to get most of her distress out, and can move onto being a rational being again.]

Right, so, looking for giant clock, we can do that. If my magic does come back-- and it has to-- I might be able to help with the other part, the if-this-isn't-the-City part. I'm an old hand at locator spells. [Granted she's usually using maps to find other people, but it wouldn't be too difficult to apply it here.]

You should be. It's a wonderful emotion, when handled in the correct manner.

[ but enough of that. Karkat is just going to pick a direction and start walking. fuck knows where the center is going to be. ]

What if it doesn't come back, witch?

[Yeah, enough of that. Time for practical stuff. She's got this, and follows after him a step behind side-by-side.]

It will, [she says firmly, and if it sounds like she's in denial, well. She actually is just that self-assured about this.] Magic doesn't just go away forever all of a sudden. And my name's Willow, so if you could use that, I'd appreciate it.

Like the tree?

[ welp. not the oddest human name that he has heard. ]

Karkat. Karkat Vantas.

Just like the tree. [She gives him a smile, weak as it is in the circumstances, and slightly apologetic now about her earlier outburst. But Willow really doesn't desire returning to that conversational mess.

As they walk, though, she does have a question.] So don't take this as a cultural insult or anything, um, Karkat, but... what are you? I can recognize quite a few demons on sight, but you don't look like any of them.

[ well the question doesn't come as a surprise. so Karkat doesn't put up airs about it. there's no sneer no sigh of irritation. just acceptance. at least she realizes that she could be stepping on cultural toes. that's a bonus. ]

That would be because I'm not a demon. Hell, I'm not even from Earth or in a universe that Earth exists within. We trolls are from a planet called Alternia. Two moons: pink and purple. The sunlight burns your fucking retinas out and a great deal of it is comprised of ocean to suit the sea dwellers.

... A different planet? This is another wacky dimensional thing, isn't it? [She can't help but be slightly skeptical about aliens, but well, she's accepted crazier before. And this really isn't the time to put up a fuss about it.]

It would explain why you're all talky, though. Not that I haven't met talky demons, they just tend to be peeling my skin off while they're talking. [The face she makes as she says that makes it pretty clear that it isn't an idle example.]

[ he raises a brow. wacky dimensional thing? yeah, probably. he snorts, somewhat amused by the talky demons while peeling your skin thing. ]

Experience that often, do you? Different planet, different universe.

What the fuck are you doing dealing with demons anyway?

[Chatting about Hellmouth drama is familiar and therefore comforting to Willow, so she explains willingly.] Sometimes people come over from other dimensions, like places where events went differently, or just from other planes of existence. I wouldn't say it happens often, but often enough.

As for demons... I grew up on a portal to hell. [Willow shrugs.] There are a lot of demons. --Were, I should be saying were now.

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... i think i might need to bed. i read too many errors in that last tag

LOL awwww. goddamn, when did it get to be 3 AM anyway?

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