AN: So I'm going to start trying to update this every weekend. And it's Tuesday now as I'm typing this. Today was my first day of school and wow okay I'm tired. But I for some reason have the motivation to write, so I'm going with it. I have the majority of the chapters for the rest of this story planned out, even though there will changes here and there. But whatever, so here, we'll be getting back to the main cast a little bit, seeing what's going on in Gamzee's head a bit, the a little more relationships between Tavros and other rebels, a little bit more from the Condesce, and just a lot more to add to the plot. I'm thinking the next couple chapters will be mostly taking place in the rebel base. Wow okay, I need to quit the long introductions. Also, adding this now, but some things in the chapter are mixed up, like later someone says good evening, which for trolls would be like early morning? I just wanted to clear that up, since they are a nocturnal species.
He tossed and turned for a quiet moment, before cracking his eyes. The dark met him, and it was more than welcomed. He coughed quietly, his throat unpleasantly dry. He pushed up from his spot on the pillow, eyes drooping and his sleep induced stupor forever remaining present. He made his trip tot he ablutionblock, hitting the light and instantly regretting it. He winced and glanced around, freezing for a moment. This wasn't his bathroom. He could feel his blood pumper jump in his chest, and he whipped around. "Shit, shit, oh shit." He closed the door, locking it. His mind was racing over question after question, before glancing around.
That brown.
His eyes locked on the towel rack, which was stocked with clean, peanut butter brown towels. He then glanced to the counter. Brown tooth brush, brown bottles in the shower, and extra large container of horn shining goo, hair gel.
It took a long moment, but then his mind wrapped around everything. Of course this wasn't his bathroom. This was Tavros' bathroom. This was the rebel base. This was his new home. He took a couple deep breaths, glancing to the mirror. His eyes seemed a little too bright for his liking, but he ignored it. He was just being paranoid. Everything was new. For all he knew, it could just be the lighting or some shit. He shook his head, clearing it as well as he could. He splashed some cold water on his face for extra measure, took a deep breath, and opened the door and left the ablutionblock.
He let his eyes run over the room, taking in the sights and memorizing as much as he could. He was going to have to get used to all of this, despite how hard it was. He let himself stumble over to the bed, naked and his body feeling worn and tired. He slipped back into the bed, his eyes finally adjusting to the dark. He could see Tavros, laying face-first on the bed. His face was buried in a pillow, and the muscled contours of his back rose and fell with his quiet breathing. Gamzee let himself fight with the blanket for a moment, before getting situated and scooting close to the lowerblood. He was eminating heat like a radiator, and it felt nice.
That was one thing Gamzee liked about lowbloods. Their blood felt so warm and pleasant in your hands. Highblood's felt cold, shocking. Gamzee let his fingers trail up Tav's spine, admiring the small pulses he felt under the skin. It mesmerized him, the warmth inviting. The idea of the brown liquid, slipping through his fingertips. His mind made it seem all too wonderful, intimate even. He watched his nail trace the jugular, the brown showing through the skin, the pulse under his nail sending feelings of amazement and dominance through his being. It wouldn't take much, he thought, as his finger scraped the surface of the skin, Tavros shifting slightly beside him. He watched the brown drip, just a little, but enough to irk his interest even further. He ran his fingers over the small cuts, studying the salty bodily fluid dripping and drying on his fingertips. He leaned it, trailing his tongue over his digits. His taste buds were met with the familiar taste of salt and warm sensations of it trickling down his throat. It made him think of how much fun taking these filthy lowblo-.
He nearly choked, yanking his fingers from his mouth. He stared at them for a moment before darting to the ablutionblock, having to inconveniently untangle himself from a mess of blankets. He made it to the load gaper in time, to release the very limited contents of his stomach. Most of what came up was stomach acid, that burned at his throat and left a bitter taste on his tongue. He moved to the bathroom sink, washing and spitting a couple times.
He was so disgusting.
He hunted for a wet rag, and some bandages. It had been a small cut, only a little blood, but still. He'd been thinking about his matesprit. He'd compared his matesprits to those he'd culled in the past. If he hadn't caught himself, he could've killed Tavros right there.
He made his way back out into the room, to his sleeping matesprit, frowning. He sighed and moved onto the bed, cleaning the bleeding wound as gently as possible. The last thing he wanted was to have to wake him and explain this whole mess. After a moment, he dried the spot gently and put a couple bandaids over it. It looked more like the job of a 2 sweep old with a hand twitching problem, but it would do. He left to the ablutionblock, setting all the stuff down before returning to bed. He crawled in, nuzzling his face into Tavros' shoulder and closing his eyes.
How could he be so terrible? He tried to break through the initial thoughts, the shock, looking for purpose. Why would he do something like that? It wasn't his normal behavior.
Except it was.
He'd spent the last 5 sweeps of his life culling. And culling, and more culling. He'd spent the last 5 sweeps of his life, bathing in the blood and listening to the violent serenade of pleading cries, screams or otherwise. All of them begged for life, and he took it. Because he was better than them.
Except he wasn't. He was terrible in every way possible. He threw all of his thoughts aside, focusing on what he knew. Lowbloods were happy people, especially in their younger years. Their bodies radiated warmth, and their smiles brought even the most depressed back to the happy place in their minds. Their traditions and towns were beyond envy-able, at least to Gamzee. Everything as so homey, it made you feel welcome. Small, quadrant run bakeries. Clothing shops, where red bloods in their final sweeps, knitting and sewing, providing for the younger. Around every turn was something small, yet everything was so explorable. He'd gone to a couple towns with Tavros when he was younger, and despite the stares he sometimes got, everything was always beyond perfect.
Highblood towns were another story completely. Metal buildings, tons of them, packed in thin streets. Towers that made even the tallest of people feel like ants under the foot of a larger being. Everything was overly professional, snobby really.
He was jolted from his thoughts, at the feel of movement below him. He moved, glancing up as Tavros' head lifted a bit, mumbling something.
"Speak up, I've only got two ears, and behind all this mother fuckin' hair, ain't no sounds getting' through."
Tavros stopped, glancing back then chuckled. He moved to sit up, and Gamzee got off his back so he could. Tavros adjusted himself, now sitting down, the blanket sitting in his lap and Gamzee laid down, curling against his thigh and sighing. The brown fabric smelt like him, and it felt soft. It was pleasant, and Gamzee knew he'd enjoy many nights sleeping in this bed.
...Hopefully.
He shoved that thought aside, rolling over to smile up at Tavros. Tavros was already looking at him, and sighed, chuckling. He reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair.
"Gamzee, if we don't do something with this, I might get lost in it one of these days."
"If I ever can't find you, it'll be the first place I check."
Tavros chuckled, letting his fingers trail down through Gamzee's hair, and over his eyes. He closed them, and Tavros felt the thin skin and lashes. Gamzee just being there, was amazing. He couldn't help but smile, letting his fingers trail down Gamzee's nose, pinching the tip gently, and releasing a chuckle. He let his fingers slip over Gamzee's lips, and shuddered when his lips parted, his breath hot and slightly damp against the digits.
Gamzee kept his eyes closed, relaxed and just letting Tavros do what he wanted. The little touches felt comforting, clearing his mind and letting him focus on how happy he was. He couldn't say he felt alive for the first time in a long time, because it's hard to not feel alive when you're striking lowbloods dead left and right, but he felt, different. It was a good different, everything felt nice. He felt, like a whole troll. He didn't feel hollow, like he had for sweeps and sweeps.
Tavros moved, pulling Gamzee up and into his arms and laying back, yanking the blanket over the both of them impatiently and nuzzling into his hair. He littered Gamzee's hair and face with small pecks, just so amazed to have the other troll just in his presence. It was, as Gamzee would call it, a miracle.
He let his hand trail up and down Gamzee's back, sighing and relaxing as Gamzee worked his lips against Tavros' shoulder, a mix of soft and sloppy kisses. Any tension in Tavros' body relaxed, but then he noticed a strange sensation. Something poking into his neck? He brought his hand up, feeling the bandage. "Huh?"
Gamzee's mind went blank, his heart beat going erratic. "Uh.. When I woke up, I noticed you.. Had a mark on your neck, so I cleaned it up and all.."
Tavros blinked, wondering why Gamzee seemed so nervous about said subject, but tossed those thoughts aside. "Ah, I probably managed to get myself hurt yesterday somehow without noticing it."
"Yeah, it was just a small cut after all.." He sighed, nuzzling his face into the crook of Tavros' neck, before his stomach growled.
Tavros chuckled. "Maybe we should get some clothes on and something to eat."
"Ew, pants."
Tavros rolled his eyes, pulling the blanket off of them and Gamzee shivered and clung.
"Wow fuck, it's got to be 10 mother fucking degrees in here, at most."
"Do pants sound like a good idea now?"
"Nah, you can keep my dick warm."
Tavros arched a brow at Gamzee. "I'm not bringing you food."
"Taaaaaaavvvvvvvvv..."
"Gaaaamzzzzeeeeeee."
"...Fine." Gamzee pouted. "I have no pants to wear though."
"You can wear something of mine." Tavros added, as he got out of the bed, blinking as Gamzee continued to cling to him. "Am I going to have to carry you to the closet?"
"Hell mother fucking yes."
Tavros sighed and slid his hand to the small of Gamzee's back, pulling him up off the bed and slipping both hands under his backside to hold him up. "You are way too tall for this."
"Shhhh. Only butt touching now, Tav."
Tavros rolled his eyes, walking over to the dresser, freeing one hand so he could grab some boxers out of the top drawer, and some socks. He handed both to Gamzee, who put the boxers on his head.
"Gamzee."
"I'm hungry, bored, and overly happy to have you back. I haven't been able to be silly in how many mother fucking sweeps? Let me wear your underwear on my head for a couple minutes. Gosh Tav."
"I love how you sound so offended. I only said your name."
"In an offensive tone." Gamzee added sarcastically, smiling his lazy smile, arms wrapping around Tav's neck. Tavros smiled back, leaning in and gently kissing him for a moment, before pulling back and heading to the closet. He moved to set Gamzee down, much to his disappointment. Gamzee took the time to pull on the boxers, watching them droop around his hips, and yanking the tightening strings and tying them. They spent a couple more minutes dressing, and laughing at Gamzee's long lanky body. Tavros ended up in a pair of brown sweats and a white wife beater, and Gamzee in a pair of brown sport shorts.
They headed off to the kitchen when smiles on their faces, arms around one another.
"What do you want?"
"Man, I have no mother fucking idea." Gamzee said as he sat down, thinking. "Pancakes sound like the best shit right now."
"Remember when we were little, and we made peanut butter and jelly pancakes?" Tavros chucked, getting a frying pan out. He moved to get the other supplies, walking around one of the dozen or so small kitchens in the base. "And we nearly burnt everything."
"Peanut butter doesn't mix into the pancake batter as well as I thought. Eh, mother fuckers just didn't want to get along. And the frying pan did a shit job at auspiticing those fuckers."
Tavros smiled, pouring a pancake's worth of batter into a pan and waiting for it. "Yeah, maybe we can just, put the stuff on top."
"Make tiny pancake sandwiches. Those mother fuckers would be amazing."
"See? You're always been good at this cooking stuff. The only thing I can cook is vegetables."
"That's because you eat like a god damn rabbit." Karkat said loudly from the door, leaning on the frame. His arms were crossed, and he was dressed in his usual day attire. His thick eyes brows were knit together in a look that was half-uncomfortable, and half-knowing.
Tavros glanced over. "Rabbits don't eat fish."
Karkat rolled his eyes, moving to shove his hands in his pockets. "The Condesce is making a broadcast in 20 minutes."
"Wow, rude. She's going to interrupt our breakfast."
"Scarf your fucking breakfast, asshole." Karkat's eyes never met Gamzee's, though he could feel the other troll looking at him. "This shit is probably going to be important. She's only been back on Alternia for a week, and we have no fucking clue why. She hasn't come back in well over 50 sweeps. So some shit must be going down."
"She's probably back because we're such a thorn in her side.." Tavros added, plating a couple pancakes and moving to set them infront of Gamzee, before going to making his own.
"Yeah, but this hasn't happened in forever Nitram. Are you fucking stupid? Sometimes I wonder if you know half the shit that is going on. This bitch doesn't come home just for any thorn in her side. Normally her fucking millions of trolls that worship at her god damn feet fix it."
"You remember though, that they recently started sending about 12.4% more trolls into space every sweep. She's had less soldiers on earth because of this. Her army is so distanced between attacking and overcoming over planets for her own needs, and trying to work things back here, that she doesn't have enough men to spare. This is probably her last resort, coming back and planning, before launching a full blown war. Yes, I am fucking stupid Karkat."
Karkat stared at him for a moment, before sighing and pushing away from the wall. "Meet us in the computer lab. Sollux will be airing the broadcast. Be there in 15 minutes. We're not recording anything if you miss half the shit." He turned on his heel and left.
Tavros sighed, moving to plate his own breakfast. He grabbed some forks, glancing at Gamzee who had made good work with his hands, almost half his plate clean, and a mess of peanut butter and jelly on his lips and fingers. He tried to copy Gamzee's actions, layering on peanut butter and then jelly between some pancakes and eating them. He sometimes wished Karkat wasn't so quick to ruining his mood. This is why their austpitice needed to stay in the base more. He knew she was busy, working and getting secrets for them and all, but he really missed her. It had been a little over a season since her last visit. Even if the auspitice was forced, considering she had been the best candidate at the time it was formed, feelings or no feelings, he just needed her.
Gamzee watched him, frowning and chewing. "Tav, what's going on?" He asked after a quiet moment. Tavros looked up and sighed.
"Me and Karkat have.. A very rocky relationship I guess you could say. It was always like that, but it just got so much worse after I appointed him and Terezi to be my equals. Now, he constantly gives orders behind my back, sends soldiers random places, and attacks bases I hadn't planned on attacking yet. And Terezi is always busy, with her legislacerator stuff, and well, she's never here. When we first founded this thing, we thought making her our auspitice would make things easier between us, and for a while it did until she started working. I mean, it's good for our base and all, but it takes a lot of strain on our quadrants..." Tavros sighed, glancing up from his food once again. "Sorry, I'm rambling."
"...Wait... You guys founded this shit?"
"Yeah. About a sweep after you were taken, we got all of this together and well, with a lot of help from everybody really, we became a rebellion."
"...Holy shit..." Gamzee stared at him, rather in shock. He knew Tavros had some rank in this, but he hadn't expected him to be the leader.
"It wasn't as hard to start as I thought though. You get a couple angry lowbloods and a few really good speeches, and suddenly you have half of Alternia knowing you exist. Secret websites and emails that change every couple hours. Anonymous fliers and advocates that go to factories and slave traders and preach. In a way, a lot of the work did itself. It's amazing how you can get a group of people together, and use them to make dreams come true. When enough people want something, we can make it happen."
"That's... Wow, holy shit. Just... Damn. But, why?"
"Why what?"
"I mean, I know this is a good cause and all.. But why did you start all of this?"
"I was sick of everything, I guess." He sighed, leaning back in his chair. He let his head lean back, eyes on the ceiling. Gamzee thought he looked wise for some reason. He was so different from the Tavros he'd grown up with, but at the same time, so similar. The war had changed him, secured him really. He was muscled up, and looked strong. But he also looked like he'd been through hell and back, twice, and still managed to smile.
But then again, that was the story of Tavros' life, wasn't it?
Gamzee realized Tavros was talking, and tuned in. "..when you can't even walk through a alley without being jumped and mugged because of your blood color, it just has a way of setting someone off. Remember the first time I ever came to your house? When I finally got off the train after an hour or two ride, I was tired. And you had told me to take the left path once I got to that one fork in the road? And I had that GPS on my PDA? And I had noticed the left path just takes me into a really long, loopy path through the forest until I get to a mountain region, that then leads down to the beach, and the right path would've cut 10 minutes of walking time out of that, and would've taken me through the neighbor hood and then down another long path to the beach. Remember how I took the right path, thinking nothing of it. I honestly thought you told me the left because maybe it was just more colorful or something.. But then when I was walking and I got jumped in that neighborhood?"
Gamzee frowned, nodding. "Yeah, I remember having to bandage you up when you got there... You had bruises everywhere to..."
"Exactly. That's happened to me well over 10 times, because I literally have the worst sense of judgement when it comes to directions and I end up in highblood areas. I'm sick of that. I'm sick of being treated like I'm a damn animal because I am not naturally as strong or fast or as a highblood. I'm sick of being looked down upon because I don't even live half the time a teal blood can. I'm sick of the people around me being enslaved or hurt, and me not being able to do anything about it because of my blood color and my rank in the world. I wanted to make a difference. I never wanted to lose another friend to this. So I made a stand."
Gamzee blinked, running over memories in his head. He knew Tavros wasn't really a weakling when they were younger. He'd had quite a bit upper body strength and really knew what he was doing. But, he never knew how to use it. He'd always been so nice, even to people who raised hell for him in every way possible. It almost saddened him, to think that this war has made him grow up. This war has forced him to throw away his old ways, and become something different.
"Wow, it's already been ten minutes... We'd better start heading over there.." Tavros moved to stand, grabbing their plates and rinsing them in the sink.
Gamzee watched him, standing and licking some more peanut butter off of his fingers.
"You're not going to wash your hands, are you?"
"Not a mother fucking chance. So, what's gonna happen after this broadcast?"
"I could just show you around." Tavros blinked, moving to Gamzee's side, one hand in his pocket and he wrapped his other Gamzee's hip and shoving his thumb under the waistband, so his hand would stay there. Gamzee smirked and put an arm over his shoulders, walking out the door with him.
"Sounds wicked."
Tavros smiled, relaxing his cheek against Gamzee's side, the back of one of his arms across Gamzee's chest. He didn't mind though, Tavros was warm and his horns may be big and clunky, and kind of dangerous, but they were an amazing feature. They made him look strong, and he was recognizable.
Tavros walked him down a couple halls, drumming his fingers against Gamzee's hip bone in a way that was both adorable and slightly annoying. Gamzee got over it quickly, watching as Tavros waved to several people who walked by. They'd all stared at Gamzee, but really didn't look surprised. Tavros had just told him word travels fast around here, and he left it at that.
After a couple long minutes they made it to the computer room, Tavros moving to push open one of the double doors and holding it for Gamzee. Gamzee chuckled, walking in. "Am I lady now?"
"No, but that doesn't mean I'm not a gentleman." Tavros smirked, walking in. Right on the left wall, Sollux sat, in the middle, the entire wall nothing but computer screens. It amazed Gamzee, all the flashing lights and words. It was amazingly weird how well that guy would work shit like this.
Tavros lead Gamzee over there, where Karkat and Aradia were also standing.
"Evening, Tavros!" Aradia smiled. "How are you and Gamzee doing this fine night?" She tucked her hands behind her, intertwining her fingers and leaving them behind her back. She wore her usual, a pleaded shirt, that cut off a little before her knees, tube socks, flats, and a vest over a dress shirt. A small portion of her hair was pulled back into a bun, a pencil and a pen sticking out in either direction from the hair accessory. The rest of her hair traveled down her back, in need of a good brushing.
"I'm good. A little tired from the long day."
"Same." Gamzee relaxed, leaning on Tavros. "It's good not to be in training right now though. I feel lazy though."
"You made me carry you to the closet this morning."
Gamzee made sure to put all his weight on Tavros, smiling like an idiot.
"Gamzee if I move you're gonna fall."
"I know. That's why you won't move."
Tavros stared at him, then chuckled and rolled his eyes. "You are impossible."
Sollux made a noise, and everyone looked to him. He typed a couple more things. "It thays it'll be tharting in about two minutes."
Tavros nodded, relaxed and rubbing Gamzee's back absent-mindedly. "'Radia, I'm gonna have to brush your hair out."
"Sounds good. You better braid it." She glanced to him. "You are literally the best braider."
"I just fucking pictures Tavros with his damn mohawk braided back against his head."
"...I'm going to do that one day."
"Oh my god, no." Tavros made a fake, horrified face, then chuckled. "I would look silly."
"That's the point, duh Tav." Aradia smiled, letting one hand slide onto Sollux's shoulder. "You should try braiding Gamzee's hair."
"I think my hand would get stuck." Tavros moved to look up at Gamzee's hair. "Or, it would eat it."
"I sometimes lose shit in my hair. Like legit, I mother fucking up and lose pens, and all kinds of shit in my hair."
"It's like having to check your pockets before you wash something, you have to check your hair before you shower."
"If I remember to check it."
"Oh god, Tavros, you're literally going to be siting there for an hour trying to check Gamzee's fucking hair with your damn hands tangled in all of it."
"Guyth, thut up. Gosh, it's tharting." He moved, hitting the enter button on his keyboard and suddenly all the screens went black, then a newscaster was on screen with a microphone. Each tiny screen added to the picture, to form one large screen.
"We come to you all, here live today from the Second Street, Palace entrance. Where inside, her Imperial Condescension is preparing herself for a broadcast. She had noted absolutely no one as to what she will be addressing, but it can only be assumed it will be a shout out to the rebels and those participating in said rebellion. We will take you other to Jakone, who will fill you in on the latest attacks." The screen switched to an emerald blood, adjusting the lapels of his dress jacket.
"Thank you Carlyn. Now, there was an attack on Indigo Base 956723 down South yesterday. Over 300 casualties were reported, and well over 40 people left injured. Only two men were found, who did not belong to the base, both dead and burned beyond recognition."
"Any clue who they were?" Tavros murmured to Karkat.
"Lototo and Mallen." Karkat muttered. Tavros frowned, quite a bit. Just yesterday evening, he'd split half a peanut butter and honey sandwich, and later after midnight, he'd given Mallen a couple stance tips.
"These rebele don't seem to notice the damage they are inflicting. What a shame, so many lives lost in bloodshed." Jakone sighed on television. "Back to Carlyn, who will then redirect you to the empress herself."
They switched screens back to the cerulean blood. She was now, walking down a hall. "We are now officially in the palace. What a true honor this is! Simply exciting. A chance to meet the empress in person is something someone experiences not too often. I am completely honored to even be graced by her presence. We are not waiting outside the door to her throne room." Carlyn moved her arm behind her, gesturing to two huge, magnificently engraved gold doors.
"We are waiting for the OK, then we'll head inside." She smiled, rocking back on her heels and watching the door. After a couple of minutes, it opened just enough for a guard to step out.
"Hello today ma'am. May I ask your name?"
"Chrona Urnali." The guard said, a blue blood, shoving a bit of her hair behind her ear.
"Are you a usual guard here?"
"Well, I only go assigned about two days ago to the palace, but for those last two days, I have spent my every waking moment, protecting our empress from any harm presented to her."
"Good, good. You sound like a very dedicated guard."
"I take my job with the utmost seriousness." Chrona gave a small smile, lying through her teeth. Just yesterday she was sneaking food to a slave.
Carlyn smiled, then arched a brow. "Are we allowed to go in now?" Chrona just gave her a nod, and opened the door and they shuffled into the room and set up the cameras.
The Condesce smiled a wicked smile, crossing her legs, her trident leaned up against the side of the solid gold throne. It was beautiful, adorned with detailed engravings and cushioned with hand made pillows, dyed with blood for the empress herself.
Carlyn was jumping out of her skin, as she watched. The queen adjusted her crown on her forehead, then began.
"Trolls of Alternia. I hope you are all having a simply lovely night. I have come back, for a visit that will last until the end of next week. I am back for some very important duties. I have a couple messages for the lot of you, so I hope everyone is listening with open ears and strict mind sets."
"It has come to my attention, that there is a group of trolls that... well, do not like how I rule. Now, I would've taken this rather lightly, if they weren't going around, destroying my basis and sending my war leaders into turmoil over failed attempts."
"I will warn anyone now, laws are going to become much stricter. If you are even suspected of having anything to do with said rebels, you will be culled on spot. We will be holding house searches and we will not tolerate any sort of law breaking."
"Besides, why would you all want to join the rebels? Especially highbloods. You are disgracing yourself, and your people. Besides, haven't any of you realized their objective?" She was silent for a moment. "They are not striving for equality, or anything like that. No, not at all. They, are trying to reverse the bar. They want the power. If they were to even win, every highblood would be taken into slavery, and used. These leaders, who preach to everyone, they're trying to suck you in. They want you to corrupt your government, so they can corrupt the rest of you."
"This is ridiculous." Tavros sighed and moved, leaving Gamzee behind and approaching the microphone along the side of the desktop. "Sollux, get ready the hack into the channel."
Sollux gave a curt nod, licking his lips quickly and going to typing, before suddenly the screen went black. The emblem of the rebels appeared, a rainbow emblem that was a mix of Tavros', Karkat's, and Terezi's symbols, but made it complicated enough so none of them would be recognized.
"You are quite the charmer, my dear empress." Tavros smirked, his voice being played back by the speakers. The microphone deepened his voice past the point of recognition. "But you seem to have lost your way. You cannot hold yourself to your words. We have so many men everywhere, you can't possibly begin to find them all. For all you know, your entire palace could be swamped with my spies. You have no way out, and you never will. Enslaving of the highbloods? What a joke. If we even tried, we'd have all the possibilities of the tables being turned yet again. We do strive for equality, and peace. It is you, who is wrong. You are the disgrace to our kind and what we should stand for. I will end this preaching now, since I know I am right, and the other half of Alternia knows what side they are on. This have been your private sermon with The Answer, my darling Condesce. Goodnight, and goodbye."
The screen went back to normal, Tavros watching it. The Condesce was given a queue by a near by camera man, and she returned to talking. "Well, well, well..." She smirked, leaning back in her throne. "What a hefty surprise. A rebel leader himself, has given me a message. Very well, The Answer. I enjoyed your silly sermon, as you called it. It is full of nothing but lies, but I enjoy your attitude. You seem special to me. I have a message for you to."
She moved, leaning forwards, arms folding over her knees. She got a wide-set, smug grin on her face that shown her feral-like teeth. "The war is on." She hissed, before pulling back and the screen went black, her symbol the only thing left besides quiet static.
Tavros stared at the screen, took a deep breath and looked to Karkat. "You hear that? She's just realizing the war is on. And you call me stupid."
Karkat stared at him for a long moment, before letting out a quiet chuckle. Then he moved, grabbing the microphone and the rebel symbol shown on the screen again. "This is The Leader, little miss priss. I will make this short and sweet." He coughed, clearing his throat.
"The war is on, the rebels are pissed, and your shit is wrecked."
AN: Wow okay, this came out longer than I expected. Gosh okay. But yeah, it's 42 minutes after Saturday. Oops, welp posting this on Sunday. Well for some of you, it might be Saturday.
Anyway, you guys can follow me on tumblr, and I'll answer any questions about this story, and you can look up things under the "blood sweat and more blood" tag, where I will post when I update, any fan art, submissions, spoilers. .
Also, I was thinking about doing a thing where I recommend stuff every chapter? Like, I'd recommend one Homestuck related thing, then like, a song or something I think fits the story of a character in the story?
Wow it's okay if you guys aren't even reading this part, but anyway, I think I'm going to start doing this.
So the Homestuck recommendation: (and no, these will not always be things I have done myself, just this week is)
/listen/vtfn Also, that has spoilers if you haven't seen the update.
And the non-Homestuck related thing:
watch?v=O0m6CjQHiDM Mostly because this reminds me of Gamzee.
Wow fuck, this author's note is too long, I give up. I really hope you guys enjoy this overly long chapter. Sorry if anyone is like, about to sleep, then they suddenly get emailed this updated and they end up sitting up reading it. I do that a lot.
Alright Imma shut up.