Nightnight Crew Hideout

*Slick's scowl turns into a slightly more neutral expression, though he doesn't look any less hostile for it*

< wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings 3<

*He steps closer to the table, so the conversation isn't from one end of the room to the other*

< and don't say her name, she knows. but if you got a way of contacting death i'm listening 3<

*Aradia smiles

im sure if i asked to talk he would definitely show up! but i want to know what you want from him first

<Smartass.>

He supposed that if anyone knew a thing or two about d/Death it would be Aradia.

<Let's just say we need a permanent way of offing someone because that spineless bastard won't do his job.>

*Aradia frowns

that wouldnt happen to be my friends would it?

*Slick shakes his head*

< no, no, no, see, we've been specifically instructed to keep killin' 'em. and if they stay dead, we can't do that. 3<

*He grins*

< wouldn't wanna go against the wishes of our beloved associate now would we 3<

< no what we wanna do is 'just talking', if you get my meaning 3<

< ... 3<

< my meaning is that we're gonna discuss suspicious shit like betrayal an' stuff 3<

*Aradia folds her arms across her chest

you guys have to promise to be nice to death

< hey we've been nothin' but civil to 'im 3<

< i only tried to stab him like once. well maybe three or four times, but still 3<

Equius walks over to the manhole cover that is the Hideout and STRONG stomps on the cover, kicking it in, so to speak. He then jumps down, looking quite angry.

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Sollux hears the commotion and peers out of the kitchen to see who's making that racket.

eq? what are you even doing here?

D -->I am here for Spades Slick. He killed Nepeta during their last dynamic entrance. Did you not know of this?

wait, he diid what!?

D --> Indeed. I have come to....."return the favor", if you will.

Sollux looks at Equius and mouths off "go right on ahead."

<You should be glad, kid. That's half the amount of stabs he usually gives.>

Droog looks up as the manhole is kicked down by a STRONG kick. He glares as the young troll climbs down. Would he have to get his BRAWLSOLEUM? Only guns can beat guns after all.

*the loud clang of the manhole cover being stomped in would be enough to anyone, including Karkat*
WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NOW?!
*his bedroom door opens with a slam and Karkat stomps into the main hideout while pulling on a black shirt*

((Yo Alder ur manhole just got kicked in Droogs would hear that))

uncertainHavoc wrote:

((Yo Alder ur manhole just got kicked in Droogs would hear that))

((Oh, bluh, must not have refreshed the page when I posted cause I did not see that there before.))

< ah hell that was a perfectly servicable manhole you just ruined 3<

*Spades eyes his assaillant warily. He looks dangerous, and he's done underestimating trolls. Might have to break out the shadow magic after all if it comes to it*

< kids you better talk some sense into this guy or i'm claiming self-defence 3<

*Aradia smiles and waves at Equius, then folds her arms and smiles even wider at Spades

i see no reason to stop him. i doubt he will hurt any of us save you

Equius glares at Spades Slick with anger. Time to revenge this bastard. Wait, I mean get revenge ON this bastard. He steps forward, clutching a tight fist and holding it in front of him, like a badass.

D --> My name is Equius Zahaak, you killed my moirail, prepare to die.

*Fuck, it's like you can hear the air being compressed in hist fist. This guy is evidently pretty darn STRONG. And pissed, but thats fairly common for Spades.
Let's see how fast he is*

< you shoulda been here a minute ago, now i already got a better offer 3<

*He suddenly lunges forward with a wide slash, ignoring the stifness of his limbs. The steak that was on the knife is tragically sent flying*

FUCK, FROM ONE SHITSTORM RIGHT INTO ANOTHER.
*while avoiding actual combat range, Karkat tries to get close enough so that no one involved has any excuse not to hear him*
HEY, HORSEFUCKER, I'M PRETTY FUCKING SURE THAT DAMN CUEBALL IS THE ONE WHO GOT NEPETA KILLED.

Equius STRONGLY punches the steak back at his attacker. Wait, really?

There is a very brief moment where Slick, almost midair, considers the irony of getting hit in the face by a healing steak, not to mention the sheer slapstick value.
Sometimes he really hates this job.

The steak hits with a deafening SLAP and Spades is launched backwards, toppling a chair as he passes over the table, and hits the back wall with a loud crash before dropping onto the ground. The steak, now slightly burnt , is still on his face.

He doesn't move.

Equius starts walking quickly towards Slick, picking up ace as he starts to rush to him and lunges at the caprician, aiming for his face.

D --> This is for Nepeta!

*At the last moment Spades lets himself fall sideways, leaving Equius' fist nothing but concrete wall to obliterate. Snarling, he summons two more knives from his inventory and hurls them at the blue-blooded troll*

< and this is for BREAKIN' MY FUCKIN' FACE YOU GODDAMN CAFONE 3<

Equius quickly deflects one of the knives, but the other one strikes his shoulder. He flinches with an audible groan then tries to grab Slick by the throat.

The attempt is a resounding success and Spades, with yet another knife already in his hand, is halted halfway trough standing back up.
His eyes briefly go wide in shock and pain. There's a forked crack caused by the high-velocity steak running from the top of his head down to his chin, underneath which is the gory mess that used to be his windpipe before a freakishly strong troll got his hand(s) on it.
If he were able, Slick would now say something along the lines of "are you god damn kidding me"

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Meanwhile, whatever array of computing devices Karkat has are doing whatever they're set to do when receiving a Trollian message. If Karkat were to take notice and check right now, he'd see this:

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*Aradia watches for a long time, smiling slightly. Finally she heaves a sigh and floats up to Equius, putting a hand on his shoulder

equius hang on a minute if you please

SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK NOW?
*Karkat pulls a frantically chirping phone out of his pocket, Trollian messages demanding his attention*
OKAY, BOTH OF YOU FUCKING IDIOTS STOP FUCKING TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! NEPETA IS ALIVE!
*Karkat quickly types into his phone*

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