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THIS IS BIOLOGICAL FUCKING WARFARE.
THIS IS A COMPLETE DECONSTRUCTION OF BODILY AUTONOMY.
SOME MAY EVEN GO AS FAR AS TO SAY THIS IS AN ACTUAL HATE CRIME. FOR I, ABOVE ALL ELSE, FEEL ESPECIALLY HATED RIGHT NOW.
THIS IS A HEINOUS ACT OF THE HIGHEST CALIBER AND THERE WILL BE GREAT RETRIBUTION, MARK MY WORD.

DO NOT ASK ME WHAT THIS IS ABOUT AS IT IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. I JUST WANTED TO ANNOUNCE MY DISSATISFACTION WITH THE CURRENT SITUATION TO THE WORLD AND SOCIAL MEDIA IS A VALID FORM OF PUBLIC DESPAIR. IF YOU DISAGREE I HAVE AN INCREDIBLY SPECIFIC PLACE WHERE YOU CAN "SHOVE IT" AS THEY SAY. MY DESPAIR IS CERTIFIABLE AND THIS DEERNET PLACE IS NOW MY PARTY WHERE I CAN FUCKING CRY IF I WANT TO.

NOT THAT I AM CRYING. THAT WOULD BE FOR SOMEONE EMOTIONALLY WEAKER THAN I, WHICH I HAVE NEVER BEEN EMOTIONALLY WEAK AT A SINGLE MOMENT IN MY ENTIRE LIFESPAN.

IF YOU DISLIKE IT, THEN YOU CAN FUCKING BLOCK ME AND GET OVER YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN CORNER OF THE INTERNET. EAT MY ENTIRE FUCKING BULGE. EXCEPT DO NOT. TO BE CLEAR, THAT WAS NOT A COME-ON OF ANY KIND. I WILL BURY YOU IN THE MISERABLE SANDS FROM WHICH WE HAVE BEEN REINCARNATED AND YOU WILL NOT REAWAKEN. FOR I WILL BE STANDING THERE TO CUT YOU DOWN THE MOMENT YOU OPEN YOUR EYES. SO, LITERALLY, YOU WILL NOT SEE IT AGAIN. THEORETICALLY. I CANNOT ACTUALLY TRULY ANTICIPATE THE EXACT SECOND YOU OPEN YOUR EYES BUT I WILL BE PREPARED ALL THE SAME.

*I WILL NOT BE CENSORED.*

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To kill a world is a crushing thing. [To kill a city was a crushing thing, Illarion knew from experience.

It's an odd total stranger Karkat's managed to pick up this time.] Truly, for your sake as much as ours, I hope there is an alternative.

[De-escalation is preferable. Finding a smaller target would be acceptable. What's most just and achievable for the level of harm apparently caused by the blood change--required much more further study.]

Ah--thank you, for speaking now. I do not know why, but when this device reads your words, it is very loud. Perhaps it already needs repair. [Illarion is no longer speaking at arm's length from his microphone, at least.

He also gives a startled laugh at the notion of Darkbloods as superior.] But Queen and Throne! I hope we aren't; I do not want this responsibility. No--it is only, I am to understand, our blood lets us rewrite the world.

But I do not know how far, nor whether that means we could change another's blood--so I do not wish to give false hope, having not studied much.

For some people, maybe. For my people, it's in our nature. We conquer and destroy. (The only problem with Karkat talking versus texting is that he sounds far less threatening. He mostly just sounds dramatic at best, but not exactly someone who actually buys into what he's saying. It almost sounds like he's mocking his own kind.)

What, why were you having it read to you? (A beat.) Are you blind or something? It was probably yelling because I type in all caps for emphasis.

(And to depict his own unique personality, obviously.

He does scoff at that.)

Sounds like superior bullshit to me. I fucking hate reality benders. They always think they are the only thing that can save everyone and anyone. Stupid. (He wished he had sensical, impactful powers like that. He doesn't even know what lame powers he had with his new blood.)

There's probably something in the system to balance it out. There's always a balance. Like those Pthumerian things you mentioned.

[The note of potential mockery doesn't go missed. There's a little hmph from the other side of the Omni. It's not a laugh, not really, but there's a weary amusement to it all the same. Appreciation of life's ironies, maybe.] Do your people say that because they are proud to live up to their nature, or resigned that they must?

And yes--I am blind. [Mostly.] So the yelling was startling. I will ask it to emphasize you a little more quietly in the future. [If he can figure that out, though it's been startlingly compliant so far. Blood magic, one must suppose.]

Ah? If they have that attitude before learning they are as often the ones to doom everyone and everything, then I apologize on behalf of my insufferable kind. [He's...teasing, sort of. Without trying to turn it into mockery.] Because, as you say, there is always a balance. What exists before us has the shape it does for a reason; and I suspect it is the Pthumerians, here, that hold part of the reason.

[A beat.] You have not heard much of them yet, have you?

Depends on who you're asking. Most of them are proud of it though. It's proof of our strength and ability to strategize and execute extremely complex plots of destruction.

(Though sometimes Karkat figured those skills were better suited to other purposes than world domination. He was practically still a grub the last time he thought that was cool. Granted, he still occasionally fantasized about destroying an entire world, but what young adult didn't?)

Oh. Well, shit. (He almost feels bad. Except not bad enough because not even a second later:) How did that happen? Were you born deformed or did someone absolutely fucking decimate you in a battle?

(He was already playing with his own device to try and figure out how to do that. It's the closest thing to an apology he could offer the guy.)

I guess I haven't met any yet who are insufferable but trust me, I know a few assholes who if they had that power...Good lord, we would never hear the end of it. (He is completely oblivious to being teased, whoops.)

Not really. Some jackoff tried to get me to go to some religious side of town to find "enlightenment" and I told him the only way I'd find enlightenment was if I could shove my foot up his ass. So, that went about as well as you'd expect, and I remain un-enlightened about these Pthumerian bastards. I was going to stop by the Archives later and read up. Do you know anything about them?

Are you among "most of them"? [It didn't sound like it, but it's worth asking rather than assuming, always. Then, murmured to himself,] Extremely complex plots of destruction...

[Well, let that one lie for later.

His laughter is more obvious and weirdly delighted at the question.] Were that it was a battle that made me blind! No, it is not so exciting as this; instead it is how I learned my lesson about pushing reality too far.

[Indirectly, as it were; he hadn't written his own sight out of existence.] Though the rules may be different here in Trench, so I look forward to whatever other body parts I might lose along the way in learning. Perhaps this keeps me humble, yes?

As to the Pthumerians, I am likely less enlightening than your unfortunate priest might be; I have only what I have heard in passing: That they are what some men would call gods, and they feel most at home in sea or the sky, and all of us belong to one of them--our Patron, though what comes of being in a Pthumerian's Court, I do not know. They do not claim to have authored the world, but their moods might influence it, and woe to a Sleeper who alters it more than they will permit. They take offerings and render aid as the mood suits them; they deal punishment for what they name vices as the mood suits them.

In all, they are odd neighbors, but most here seem glad of them. They are not safe but they are knowable. [A beat, and then a question:] You are not so interested in things spiritual?

When I was younger, I had big plans for becoming the best threshecutioner of all time. I eventually realized my strengths were better suited to other things. Like leading fucking idiots to their own demise through my own choice fuck-ups.

(He wasn't being entirely fair to himself, but when was he ever. But he is certainly confirming he is more of an aspiring leader than a destroyer.

No, wait, that's actually way cooler than a battle.)

I don't think you can look forward to anything at all, dude. (...Karkat, did you seriously just make a blind joke five minutes into meeting a dude?

Yes, yes of course he did.)

A patron, huh. (Well that sounded awfully familiar. He scours his own mind over the details of his game sessions. It had been a while since he thought at length about any of them.)

Is neighbor really the best word for that kind of thing? They seem more like subtle game masters. Maybe they created this session, even if they didn't create this world. Time's fucking weird like that. (Bud, learn to give context to your musings.)

Spiritual isn't really my race's thing. At least not in the way humans see things as "spiritual." I'm not about to go and worship some unprovable jackass who might only theoretically exist. We care more about our actual ancestorial lineage and whatever that means.

(He makes a clicking noise, muttering something else to himself, in some otherworldly language that sounded vaguely Scandanavian, but not quite.)

Why, are you a religious zealot or something?

[Now, that is an interesting tidbit. The self-despite strikes a chord with Illarion. (It's almost like listening to a younger copy of himself.)]

It is rare, the war-leader who has not led anyone to their demise. So long as you learn from the choicest of your fuck-ups, then leave them in graceful repose far from your mind, so they do not fuck you up again. Your new followers will be glad of the focus.

[Then a looooooong pause followed by a hrk noise. How could you do this to him, Karkat.

He doesn't sound at all offended.] Yes, but anticipate is more word than I want to use, young menace. I will figuratively look forward all I please, while I am actually not knowing what my eyes are pointed at.

[So there.]

A neighbor is not always a peer, but they are always nearby, and what they do will come back to you. [Ugh, did that rhyme in Common? Terrible.] But perhaps I agree with your thoughts on them, if you tell me what you mean by "session".

[Is this another world's pillar bullshit? Being learnéd in the subject himself, he's got suspicions.]

Ah? You are more like some of the dwarfs, then, who put very great stock in their ancestors. It is not a bad thing, to honor our pasts, though it is incomplete.

And, if you are meaning zealot like those who worship the Blood-King and kill anyone who refuses his tithes, no, I am not one of these. I do honor to my gods, named and unnameable, and respect what is formed in the mind of Generation.

[The untranslatable, untranslated comment he likewise notes. That means something even if he doesn't have time to work out what right now.]

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