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HARVESTMOONSTUCK MASTERPOST
CAST
Trolls
[Karkat Vantas] => City boy, born and raised in ALTERNIA. Newcomer to SKAIA.
[Eridan Ampora] => Alternian military general stationed in SKAIA for a period of time.
[Equius Zahhak] => Local stable head. Sells milk as his primary source of income.
[Kanaya Maryam] => Seamstress, tailor, and part-time florist.
[Sollux Captor] => Banker. Local go-to guy for technology inquiries.
[Gamzee Makara] => Appointed guide to keep him busy.
[Terezi Pyrope] => Sheriff, will kick your ass and cackle whilst doing so. TH3 L4W.
[Feferi Peixes] => Alternian Heiress, abdicated. Makes trips to SKAIA monthly.
[Aradia Megido] => ???
[Tavros Nitram] => ???
[Nepeta Leijon] => ???
[Vriska Serket] => Alternian outlaw, resides in ALTERNIA. Rarely visits SKAIA.
Humans
[Jade Harley] => Rural farmer. Sells produce in town every Wednesday and Sunday.
[John Egbert] => Heir to family multi-generation bakery, part-time stablehand. From PROSPIT.
[Dave Strider] => City boy from DERSE, has been in SKAIA for nearly a year. Lives with Lalondes.
[Rose Lalonde] => Bookshop keeper, possibly a magical witch. Also Kanaya's girlmatefriendsprit.
[Jake English] => ???
[Jane Crocker] => ???
[Dirk Strider] => Dave's older brother, off to college.
[Roxy Lalonde] => Rose's older sister, scientific genius and winery keeper.
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Trolls
[Karkat Vantas] => City boy, born and raised in ALTERNIA. Newcomer to SKAIA.
[Eridan Ampora] => Alternian military general stationed in SKAIA for a period of time.
[Equius Zahhak] => Local stable head. Sells milk as his primary source of income.
[Kanaya Maryam] => Seamstress, tailor, and part-time florist.
[Sollux Captor] => Banker. Local go-to guy for technology inquiries.
[Gamzee Makara] => Appointed guide to keep him busy.
[Terezi Pyrope] => Sheriff, will kick your ass and cackle whilst doing so. TH3 L4W.
[Feferi Peixes] => Alternian Heiress, abdicated. Makes trips to SKAIA monthly.
[Aradia Megido] => ???
[Tavros Nitram] => ???
[Nepeta Leijon] => ???
[Vriska Serket] => Alternian outlaw, resides in ALTERNIA. Rarely visits SKAIA.
Humans
[Jade Harley] => Rural farmer. Sells produce in town every Wednesday and Sunday.
[John Egbert] => Heir to family multi-generation bakery, part-time stablehand. From PROSPIT.
[Dave Strider] => City boy from DERSE, has been in SKAIA for nearly a year. Lives with Lalondes.
[Rose Lalonde] => Bookshop keeper, possibly a magical witch. Also Kanaya's girlmatefriendsprit.
[Jake English] => ???
[Jane Crocker] => ???
[Dirk Strider] => Dave's older brother, off to college.
[Roxy Lalonde] => Rose's older sister, scientific genius and winery keeper.
Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and you have just arrived to your new home in SKAIA, a town far out in the country miles upon miles away from your old home in ALTERNIA.
And, really, calling this old dump a HOME is a stretch. The hive is made of wood with useless shit in it, and there's a giant field filled with WEEDS AND ROCKS just out back. Holy shit this place is a fucking dump, no wonder they expelled your ass to this nowhere land. At least there's a GUIDE waiting for you. He says he'll show you around, introduce you to everyone, and offers to let you try some of his pie later. Whatever that means. You're just glad you're not being flat out stranded in the middle of nowhere.
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You're not even into the actual town part of town when your GUIDE, another troll like you only with indigo blood, suddenly wanders off to GOD KNOWS WHERE. It's frustrating. He has successfully been your only company and then not your company at all in a span of five minutes. World fucking record right there. You look around, and notice that you are next to a FOUNTAIN, and from here you can see SHOPS in each direction, smell the warm scent of FRESHLY BAKED GOODS coming from somewhere due east, and if you squint you can see a REALLY NICE LOOKING BARN in the distance. You also hear the vague giggles of a girl saying something about pumpkins and what pumpkins was whoever she was speaking to talking about?
What goddamn fucking pumpkins indeed.
What will you do?
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You head off to go the long way towards the shops, glaring daggers at the ground. It's not hard to get lost in angry thoughts, especially when you're so damn talented at it and the ground is a great distraction from your surroundings.
Either way, it probably would have been a better idea to be paying attention, because you don't hear the footsteps until you take a turn on the dirt road and nearly walk right into the owner of them
You flail like a dumbass! It is super effective!
You take a step back and stare at the troll in front of your like a complete moron, startled by his "sudden" appearance enough to behave like even more of a fucktard than usual. Great. He's a seatroll.
You're very much expecting to get yelled at and called some colorful variety of lowblood insults most of the time, because that was your life back home. You have no need to perform extra preparations.
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Against odds and your better judgement, you've made friends here. And by friends you mean a gossip buddy, a few acquaintances, and a hatecrush. You are on your way to visit your gossip buddy now, who is actually something akin to a MOIRAIL for you (in your eyes, at least), except you refuse to have that quadrant refilled ever. You've had a bad break in that area, worse than the 8ad 8r8k you had in the caliginous department that left you with the scar across your face. Bitch couldn't even make it two as a goodbye gift.
You take the long way to the flower shop because it's more scenic and it gives you time to think about shit.
What? What troll?
Oh. That one. The one who almost just ran into you like a fucking chump. Obviously a lowblood, and fuck if you know if he's new or not. You growl at him and
"Hey! W'watch w'where you're fuckin' goin'."
Hell no, picking fights is why you're here in the first place. As much as you'd like to grab the guy and shake him a bit at least, you really shouldn't. Word gets around fast here. The BANKER is the only guy you can really pick fights with because you stone cold do not give a fuck. You settle for glaring at him from behind your thick rimmed glasses, half-hearted as it is. You just want to see Kan and get the day going.
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Except that he doesn't. And there's actually something fairly appealing about the strange ebb and flow of his voice, which you would probably hesitate to even tell a moirail after this encounter. If you... had a moirail, that is.
No, fuck that, you don't do shit like that. Instead, you ignore the embarrassed flush to your cheeks and pull yourself up to your full height, which is a little bit pathetic.
"Look, I'm--"
Oh holy shit, you recognize that scar. You've totally seen those fins and that scar together on a person before. He's one of the navy assholes who lingered around the docks you grew up next to. You thinks you two might have been two grades apart in school, god, what's his name--
"Eridan... Ampora? From the sixth district?"
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He knows your name and where you grew up. That's not exactly information that's swimming around the airspace. Guy knows his shit.
Well, not quite yet, it's tempered by the lack of any ooo's or ahh's attached to the recognition. It could easily be one of distaste as much as admiration, but either way it's recognition for something. Your chest puffs out and your fins twitch. You let yourself relax a little. This guy doesn't sound like he's going to jump you for something you might have done back then.
"Yeah. Have w'we met or somethin'? I think I'd remember meetin' a scrawny nub like you."