A/N: Hello everyone out there, apologies for the delay, writer's block is a killer... Anyway, here is the next chapter of The Wandering Lion.. (oh I almost forgot, Homestuck is property of Andrew Hussie, MTG is property of Wizards of the Coast, I make no money off this)
Nepeta Leijon growled in frustration, she hated being left in the dark while her moirail went and did exciting things without her. A while ago Equius had gotten a message and left, telling her firmly to stay put. The small cat-troll had only grudgingly obliged when he had promised to roleplay with her when he had finished whatever it was he had to do. That had been half an hour ago and she was getting impatient. Unable to bear waiting any longer, Nepeta decided to explore the open vent nearby.
Elsewhere in the sprawling tunnel complex, a blue cloaked figure dashed along the hall, intent on finding the source of the murderous thoughts he had picked up on earlier. Coming to a halt before a nondescript door, Jace took a second to prepare his invisibility spell before entering. He quickly took in the warehouse sized room filled with glass tubes large enough to contain an elephant. Two other humanoid figures were at the other end of the room, one calmly sitting on top of a tube with what looked like a bow while the other stood rigidly below. They seemed to be arguing about something. Jace sidled in closer, identifying the being on the tube as the source of the murderous thoughts. As he closed in on them, he was able to pick up on snatches of conversation; "Highblood, I must ask that you come down from there... Please." The one on the ground asked in a low, gravelly voice. The 'highblood' responded in a tone alternating between a silky whisper and outright shouting; "I said, MOTHER FUCKING KNEEL, peasant. Kneel before me, THE TRUE MIRTHFUL MOTHER FUCKING MESSIAHS!"
The 'peasant' made a motion as if he were about to kneel, but hesitated, visibly trembling. That pause seemed to enrage the highblood, and Jace watched in horror as the figure stood up and drew his bow, aiming it at the peasant and letting the arrow fly. Before anything could be done the arrow found its mark, piercing straight through the peasant's left knee and causing him to collapse as the highblood gracefully leapt down from his perch. Now Jace could get a clear look at both of them; they were both humanoid, with ash gray skin, black hair, and orange-yellow striped horns. The highblood was much taller and thinner, and his horns were shaped like those of a goat. He wore a black shirt bearing a strange, curving purple symbol and a pair of spotted gray pants.
The other one was very muscular, with one horn reminiscent of an arrow, ironically enough, while the other appeared to have been broken off at some point. His clothes consisted of a black sleeveless shirt with a dark blue symbol, light gray shorts, and long gray socks, one of which was now stained with his navy blood.
Jace knew what was coming next. In a desperate attempt to stop it he lashed out with his mind, aiming to mentally cripple the creature. Instead, he found the highblood's mind to be a swirling cacophony of random noise that overwhelmed his senses and froze him in place, rendering him unable to do anything but watch the events unfolding before him.
Jace wasn't the only one who was paralyzed. In the air duct directly above him, Nepeta observed the entire scene in silent horror. She simply couldn't believe how the happy, sopor slime addicted Gamzee could suddenly turn into the bow-wielding psychopath below her.
A loud cracking sound brought Nepeta back to her terrible reality. Gamzee had snapped the bow in half with his bare hands and was advancing on the crippled Equius, each step causing a loud honk to echo through the room. The noise galvanized Nepeta into action, and she frantically shoved at the grate separating herself from the mad highblood, to no avail. Gamzee had wrapped the bowstring around Equius' throat like a garrote and pulled it tight, laughing maniacally as his victim struggled for air. Seeing this, Nepeta renewed her efforts to open the grate, olive tears streaking her face as she watched her moirail being murdered.
Eventually, Equius' struggling came to a stop, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his body went limp. He was dead.
Nepeta screamed and threw herself at the grate, which finally gave way and allowed her to leap out at the psychotic highblood, claws extended. Hearing Nepeta's shrieking, Gamzee quickly turned around and brought his hand up, catching the small girl's arm in a grip that shattered her wrist bones and stopped her attack cold. The tiny cat-girl fell to the floor in a heap, her wrist still in the mad highblood's clutches. Gamzee leered over her, "Hello there kitty bitch, ARE YOU MY NEXT MOTHER FUCKING CONVERT?"
Paralyzed by fear, Nepeta could only watch as her former friend advanced on her, a loud honk echoing across the room with every step he took.
Honk. Honk. Honk. Honk.
His trademark juggling club appeared in his hand.
Honk. Honk. Honk. Honk.
The club was raised into the air, ready to strike.
"Honk honk mother fucker"
The club descended.