| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

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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[slay]

Who's a feeble gray -- Huh? [ She's pretty sure there was an insult in there. Somewhere. But right now she's a little distract-y what with the kidnapping and all, so Karkat doesn't have her full attention. Now he sure does though. As she processes, she busts out into a chuckle that tells him just how ludicrous she finds the claim. ] Aliens aren't real. Come on. Seriously? This is the best you can do?

[papshooshing]

[ blondes, man. what do you even do with those. Karkat growls, pinching the bridge of his nose. definitely not the same blonde vampire slayer he had encountered before. no surprise there, with the frequency that shit like that occurred.

one thing though? he doesn't like being insulted. ]

And vampires are? Alternate universes or timelines don't fucking occur on their own? For a chick that brandishes a fucking axe, ready to liberate heads from shoulders when it comes to any mythological beast in the Earth history books, you sure as hell don't have an open mind at all.

I'd say that I'm a troll, which I am, but then that leads into the fucking 'but you don't look like a slobbering brainless giant' remark or the stupid shit about bridges that I don't even understand. How is that even a thing? Nothing can live comfortably under a nookslurping bridge! You'd be fully exposed and any sea dweller would be able to cull you. Yeah, a whole lot of sense went into that shitty myth.

[slay]

[ There's a moment of stuffy, righteous indignation, but then ... okay, granted, there was that whole aliens crash-landing and sucking crazy people thing. So, she should give him the benefit of the doubt. A-And world without shrimp! And ... god, was she really talking herself into aliens? ]

A nooks-whatting huh? [ There's a beat. She shakes off that concern because it's so not the priority. Just when you thought nothing could be weirder than Joss-speak. ] Okay. Let's rewind. Like, majorly rewind, back to the part where why do you know me if you're a billygoat-free troll from outer space?

[papshooshing]

Forget about it. I'm not sure humans even have one.

[ actually, he does. just because he's been a human for two days, though. at least all of the hostility can be thrown aside for the moment. because, if anything, Karkat's moods have balanced out a little. he's had sleep, a moirail to keep him on the good side for six months or more, and half a sweep to mature. ]

All right, so there was this place that was so notoriously named the City. Seriously, that was it's fucking name. Some assholes arrived there just like his, only without the stone prisons there. Every few days, the place would dish out a new and hilarious curse to spice up our mundane lives. During the holiday called "Halloween," some shit heads were turned into various creatures of the night. Or creatures of the day in my case, since we are nocturnal and our version of the vampire happens to be a daywalker.

Long story short, you thought it would be a good idea to cure me of my curse by cutting off my fucking head.

[slay]

And we'll be getting to the reason I remember approximately none of this ... any minute now. [ This is a very furrowed brow indeed that Buffy has. She doesn't like not remembering things and a kidnapping to ~The City~ would rank high on the things to remember list. Although, admittedly, decapitating vampires probably wouldn't regardless. ]

[papshooshing]

Keep your fucking pants on. It's a common occurrence, believe it or not. When I was sent back to the Veil, I didn't remember any of the shit that happened during my eight months in the City. It happens to assholes that go back to their respective time lines and realities. They forget. Sometimes, when they come back to the City, they remember. Sometimes they do not. It's like fucking Russian roulette without the added spice of potential death.

[slay]

So basically you're telling me I got mystically roofied so that I wouldn't remember this City you're talking about because ... what, exactly? Why would they get with the mind wipe on people who got to leave?

[papshooshing]

[ shrugs. he doesn't know. ]

My theory is that paradox space and everything attached to it is set to fuck over select individuals.

[slay]

[ There's a long pause like she's disbelieving of his assessment, but finally. ]

Beats any other theories I've heard.