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Actual Juggalo: Gamzee Makara.

Who: Gamzee Makara and you!
What: Dicking around the Dark Carnival, trying to scare people as they pass by. Most interactions will be harmless, unless you'd prefer otherwise.
When: Day 125, after dark.
Where: The Dark Carnival in Hel District.
Rating: R for language and possible violence.

[You're walking through Hel District. There's no one around, and you think you hear bike horns...

[Out of the corner of your eye, you may spot him...]

Honkhonk! Honkhonk!

[He's following you, maybe...thirty yards back? He ducks around corners and hides under booths.

[He's gaining on you!]

Honk honk! Honk honk! Eheheheheheh...

[Maybe you'll catch him before he can do anything. Maybe you'll hear the anticipatory giggling from a mile away as he follows you through the carnival. Maybe you'll be ready when he jumps out at you from behind a booth.

[Or maybe you should have brought a change of underwear.

[Either way, he's noticed you, and he's coming.]

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[She knew she'd heard a honk. Why in god's name was she hearing a honk in the middle of the night? She caught a glimpse of something, but it wasn't entirely clear what. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned off towards the house of mirrors.]

Just what I need. Some idiot let a clown out to play.

[He isn't close enough to overhear her, but he does manage to keep her in his sight. When she turns off toward the House of Mirrors, he doesn't hesitate to run inside and wait for her, horns poised.

[Perhaps natural instinct has something to do with it, but it never did take too long for Gamzee to adapt to the House of Mirrors...Having spent so much time at the Carnival since arriving in Asgard, he's visited the exhibit many times, so much so that the visual maze barely fazes him in anymore...

[Hiding in here will definitely provide him an advantage...]

[She was also the sort not to be too bothered by the house of mirrors. Used to working with illusions and tricks of the light, the game was nothing particularly new to her. Admittedly, it was still very easy to hide in this place. Eyes narrowed, she looked along the hallways, hunting for whatever or whoever was following her.

Was she just imagining things?]

God damn this place. Going to get me jumping at shadows...

[Jumping at shadows, huh?

[The young troll does his best to stifle giggles as he dashes past one of the central mirrors, scattering his reflection throughout the house, if only for a split second.

Honk honk honk!

[The mirrors lend a faint echo to his symphony.]

[That honking caused her to give off a yelp as she saw the blur that was 'faux Gamzee' racing through the images of the mirrors and disappearing. She growled, fangs baring as her claws came out. She thought she might have seen a little glimpse of orange horns, maybe.]

Oh, that is it you little bastard. I don't know who you are, but when I find you, you're going to regret this!

[She started stalking through the mirror maze, body posture hunched like a prowling cat with her tail lashing behind her.]

Come out, come out wherever you are...

Ehehehehehe...

[A hundred giggling clowntrolls flit across every mirror, horns going wild.]

Honk honk honk! Honk honk honk honk! Honk!

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[Oh god, ok that honking was getting as annoying as it was getting familiar. Someone had mentioned somebody with a fascination for horns. Fuck, the horns. It was a troll. What the hell was his name again?]

I am going to rip those pretty little horns out of your head and wear them as a hat, you damned clown!

[Yeah, he had her pretty riled. She was actually moving almost on all fours at points, though her body wasn't really designed for it. She was good at seeing through illusions, but at the moment a bit of blind rage was hazing her judgments, so she was racing around, bumping into mirrors and grunting with each one.]

Get back here so I can beat some sense into you!

Or will it be me...

[Sprint!]

WHO ALL BEATS SOME MOTHERFUCKIN' SENSE INTO YOU?! AHAHAHA!

[Sprint!]

Honk honk! Honk honk honk! Honk honk! Honnnk! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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[Oh, he did not just say that. She skidded to a halt and looked up at the top of the mirrors. They weren't nearly stable enough to jump onto, not to mention way too high without wings. For once, she actually missed the oversized things as she hollered out.]

You leave my mother out of this, you half-witted little knuckleberry troll! I'm going to show you what we do to clowns where I come from. There ain't nothing like a good clown beating, you here me?

[A few hours later, Samantha might reflect on some of her chosen insults and wonder at her choice of words. The girl could occasionally be ... colorful in her choices, such that they were almost nonsensical. It only happened when she was really irritated or pissed off.]

I want to see what color your blood is, you hear me?!?

[Uh oh.

[You better watch out, Samantha. You are speaking his language.]

My miracles, sister?

[Somewhere, he steps out in front of one of the mirrors, casting his reflection, still and grinning, throughout the house.]

You want to see...WHAT ALL...my mother. FUCKING. Miracles are, sister?

[He begins to laugh again, but it's not at all playful like it was before. Rough, loud, raw and cracking, he laughs, lifting an arm from his side and holding it out in front of him, both his horn and his club in hand.]

YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT ALL MY MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES ARE?!

[Louder now, he cackles, grabbing the arm held out in front of him tightly with his free hand. He shows no sign of pain as he digs his nails deep into his skin, dragging them slowly down the length of his arm until five deep marks are left behind, oozing his indigo. He only laughs, only smiles, and continues to scratch, up and down until his arm, his horn, his club are all dripping with his own miracles...

AHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! HONK. HONK. AHAHAHA!

[Oh, wasn't that sweet? He really was a psycho, wasn't he? It was a little hard to take him too terribly seriously, even if part of her was remembering that Karkat had mentioned something about him being murder happy. She stepped out in front of another of the mirrors meant to spread her own likeness over several of them and gave him a twisted little grin.

Her finger traced a taloned line down the back of her forearm. She takes a bit and runs it up along her cheeks.]

You're a sick, demented little clown aren't you? Well, fair's fair purple. You can see mine, but I'm going to beat a few of those damned miracles out of your mangy hide if I ever get my hands on you. You hear me?

Honk this, motherfucker!

[Yeah, she's flipping him off with a finger dripping in crimson blood.]

You think you're going to scare me you little bastard? [Ok, he had a little at the start.] Let's dance, motherfucker!

[... Sam, stop that. You're only egging him on.]

[You're damn right you are, and he doesn't exactly appreciate it. Not at first, anyway.

[For a minute there, you actually manage to stop the honking, the laughing, even the smiling! But the silence doesn't last long. If you wanna dance? Fine. You'll dance.

[He darts out of few again, emptying a good number of the mirrors. Arming himself with a club in one hand and a horn in the other, he returns to running around between mirrors, honking and giggling, almost as if no challenge had been made...

[But when you stop to listen to those laughs...The danger is undeniable.]

[Something clicks in Samantha. She faintly remembers hearing laughter like this once or twice before, a difference in tone. It sends a little chill down her spine even as she feels the hackles rise up on the back of her neck and her pulse start to quicken.]

Don't think this is the first time I've danced, you wannabe Popov! Tell me what you want on your tombstone, because if you don't say anything it's going to be Honk Honk Honk!

[Actually, that seemed appropriate enough even if she had no plans to put him on his last leg. She started moving again herself, focusing more on her hearing than on her sight this time. She paused at points, eyes closed and listening for footsteps, giggles, trying to pin-point his direction, make sense of the maze.]

I'm going to have to staple that damned tongue of yours to the roof of your mouth to get you to shut up, aren't i?

[He makes no more effort to respond to her, only honking and laughing, actions and inspiration entirely detached from anything she might be saying. This is his game now. It always has been, and he'll be sure to make the first and only move.

[And if she manages to fight back? All the more fun for him. It's been a while since he's gotten to play, and these mirrors provide an excellent environment for him...

[Funny, how something that he once would have considered a miracle is now just another weapon...He manipulates it well, playing with the shadows on the walls and the reflections in the mirrors, popping out at her from every direction, synchronizing his honking with his movements for maximum terror.

[...Or irritation.]

[After a moment, it started to dawn on her what was happening. She got a low, nasty smile on her face as she recognized the nature of the sounds she was hearing. This little bastard was using ventriloquism, or something very closely akin to it.

But, even as her hearing was failing her, she still had her nose. She was no bloodhound, but she definitely knew smells that didn't match what she expected. Sneering, she could feel her pulse racing, the pounding in her heart. It was like being in the Colosseum again, and god that was a memory she didn't feel like reliving right now.

She stopped talking quite so much. His undifferentiated giggling was better for hiding his location, but her speech wasn't, and she wanted to get him by surprise when he snuck on her, hopefully.]

[It's true. Keeping track of her is made a lot easier when she's talking, but even once she falls silent, it doesn't take the troll long to find her again. Still laughing, still honking, but growing tired of the game all the while, he draws closer, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.]

[As she comes to one of the central mirrors, Samantha's face appears in all directions. She's crouched, claws out and eyes swivelling in all directions while she watches for Gamzee to pop out.]

Where... the hell did that little smartass go to?

[Of course, with that many images around her, this was one of the worst places to be absolutely certain of where anyone was coming from.]

[Having followed her to the central mirrors from only a yard or so away, Gamzee allows both his laughter and his honking to stop as she does. Silence will be the only clue that he is near, and he won't waste any time. Before she's able to react, before she's able to spin around and catch him, before she's able to tell what direction the sudden silence has spawned from, he raises his club high above his head and brings it down, hard against the base of her skull.]

Sleep tight, motherfucker.

[The silence definitely clued her in. He caught a glimpse of a blood red eye balefully turning towards him as he struck. However, when he hitthere was enough force that she might not have been sleeping, if she weren't more than a bit tougher than she looked. As it was, she went down in a heap with a faint groan, whatever comment she'd been about to make gone from her lips.]

[Not that she would be able to tell anyway, but he doesn't exactly seem satisfied with his results...It's not that he wanted to kill her really, just that...Well, she had challenged him, provoked him, and, as usual, he hadn't been able to resist...It's not that he feels guilty about hurting her...but there's a certain amount of frustration that goes along with the usual mixed feelings after an assault like this.

[Luckily, he's really good at writing those feelings off and going about his business as if nothing had happened, so that's exactly what he'll do. Catch you later, Samantha.]

[arihiko inui was a well-known delinquent back home. Went to bed super late, skips all his morning classes, yet somehow hangs in there enough to not fail his classes. still a wannabe punk though, and coming to asgard's done nothing to change his horrible sleep schedule. If anything, it's more interesting to loiter around at night throughout the different districts, even if the lack of colors make it a bit creepy at times. one should also question a little more when it comes to the hel district in particular, the patron deity isn't known to be rainbow and sunshine, neither are the powers that come associated with it. but of course, arihiko dgaf. he has friends in hel, and while it's entirely possible that he's had one drink too many before deciding to saunter by the dark carnival after dark as if it was a good idea, he's really not worried.

...Not TOO worried, anyway. He's not easy to scare. It's not like there have been open broadcasts about murders that've happened here, right. Right...

the honking is just grinding. what loser picks this time of the night to be annoying? he doesn't have amazing night vision or anything either, so the orange-haired teen just throws another mildly annoyed glance behind him while probably missing gamzee entirely.]

Dude, get a life or somethin'!

[Whelp. Sucks for you, Arihiko, but he is having way too much fun to stop now. He continues to honk, following behind you, surprisingly stealthy even with his stifled giggling...

[He can't help it. He's just having so much fun...]

[IT'S LIKE TRYING TO SWAT A FLY THAT GOES TOO FAST FOR YOU...

..okay not really but the sentiment is close enough.]

You better not be running around with clown make-up or somethin', too. [~~that's called 'jinxing oneself'~~] Oi, punk. I know you're out there. Get too close and I'll sock ya, you hear?!

[not really making an effort trying to find the source, though Gamzee's actual stealth'd make that harder anyhow. He'd probably sound more threatening too, if he looked less annoyed and more guarded...]

[Yes, well...Gamzee isn't really one for threats, anyway...At least, not of that kind...Arihiko is doing an excellent job of egging him on though! He even goes so far as to run right in front of him, honking wildly, giggling madly, but only exposing himself long enough to get the point across before ducking behind another carnival booth and disappearing into the shadows.]

[his bff calls him "wannabe punk" for a reason.......

...

but holy shit during that one sec when he actually sort of catches sight

...Are those horns

And was that freaky-ass make-up

god why

okay kind of catching a glimpse the first time definitely startled him, enough for him to stop short and seriously get ready to punch something if it suddenly got too close. thankfully gamzee didn't, but

THAT WAS DISTURBING YEAH]

...Damn. HOW LONG DID YOU SPEND IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR, FREAK? [because that sure was elaborate face-painting, if he could take seriously anything he THOUGHT he just saw...]

[Please. Like he even has to look in the mirror to do his make-up anymore. He's a fucking natural at it. It's in his blood, dude. And those horns? Completely natural.

[So he doesn't gratify you with a response. Only runs around between the booths, honking and giggling like he has been, venturing closer every time until he even goes so far as to brush up against Arihiko. This, of course, sends him into a fit of laughter even more mad than his usual as he runs away again.]

[holy shit

wow okay. yeah the freak's a freak, definitely a freak, but all he's done so far is freak around. ...Worse can be coming, even if it's been harmless so far. But just in case, he's gonna clench his hands into his fists and bring them up at his chest level. Just in case.]

WHADDA YA WANT, ANYWAY?

[What does he want? Oh, he is already getting what he wants, don't you worry. But if you're getting bored, he could always step it up a notch...

[Silence falls over the Carnival. No more honking, no more laughing, no more stomping around in those big, floppy clown shoes...It's almost as if Gamzee has disappeared entirely, leaving Arihiko alone in the darkness...]

[...

no way dawg, he's not that naive at least. But if he's getting a breather, Arihiko's going to use the time to try flagging down a lamp post to then rush underneath. LIGHT IS GOOD. They're much rarer here in Hel, but they can't be nonexistent. It doesn't have to be super bright either, as long as he gets something that can shed visibility onto something of a 5ft radius - that'd be good enough.

Does he find one nearby? Cause that'd be where he's headed towards in huffy steps, if it's the case.]

[It's true, Gamzee would prefer to keep playing in the dark...It's much easier to jump out and scare people that way, and even though his eyes don't see as well in the dark here as they would on Alternia, he's gotten rather used to maneuvering the carnival at night...But, he won't let a little lampost ruin his fun, no siree! He makes excellent use of what shadows he can find nearby, and once he can get no closer without revealing himself, he lunges for Arihiko, landing flat on his feet on the ground in front of him, cackling wildly, horns going mad!]

Aaahahahahaha! HONK HONK! HONK HONK! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Honk. HONK. HONK HONK.

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Actual Juggalo: Gamzee Makara.

Non-Harmless is ok'd. Just not lethal. Gotta have some room for escalation

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I finally have an excuse to use this icon

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harmless pls! ...possibly with a large helping of dumb too, putting that out there

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