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open; around the 6 year mark!! forward dating is ok

[crab]

It had been a while since he'd last set foot in the city.

After Khisanth had been captured by the government, Karkat had panicked. He'd ran, and ran, and ran- the same way he'd run from the city when it became clear that the way of life he'd cautiously built for himself had been flushed down the load gaper. He and Gamzee had been moving from place to place for a long time after that. Karkat had hoped to find his friends outside the city; hoped that, like him, they'd run. He'd kept an eye out, listened for rumors, even spread some of his own to draw attention to himself when he was feeling reckless. He didn't just worry for them- he had missed them. He'd searched for them. He was still searching.

Gamzee had stayed with him most of the time, but as they got older, and as they settled into their moirallegiance more, he'd started to disappear sometimes; he had his own life to lead, after all, and so did Karkat, even if they were tied to one another. He'd begun to trust Karkat not to get himself killed at every turn he took, and Karkat had begun to trust that Gamzee could go without leaving a slew of corpses behind him wherever he went if he took his eye off him for so much as a nanosecond.

The problem with Gamzee's disappearances was predominantly supplies and the acquisition of such.

Not that Karkat couldn't take care of himself. He merely didn't relish venturing into the mouth of the monster- civilization -if he didn't have to. Hunger was hunger though, and he needed to eat. There were other things he needed, too. Medical supplies. Information- arguable the most important. Trips were inevitably necessary, whether Gamzee was around or not. He tried to keep to smaller towns at first, but after an unexpected encounter with Khisanth, and her betrayal, he'd come to the realization and the resolution that if he wanted to make any progress, both in his search and in resisting the towering mountain of shit their lives had become, he would have to return to the city. Where it all started. As much as it scared him to do so.

And now he was here.

He hunched forward, making certain to keep his face downcast, for once grateful for his small horns and unremarkable height. They'd proved to be a fantastic asset, actually. He could pass for human. A hoodie to cover his horns, gloves to cover the grey skin on his hands, sunglasses for his eyes and makeup to disguise his skin tone. It wasn't perfect, but it had served him well so far. Occasionally he got into trouble for being reported as a "suspicious individual", but that was a minor downside in comparison to the "unregistered alien" reports he'd have over his head if he were to go without it.

He had expected a life like this on Alternia, if he wasn't killed. On the run. A fugitive. An outcast.

Not on Earth.

[littlebastich]

The wild laughter rose, echoing down the street, heralding a fantastic boom, rattling the ground and giving the phone wires above a quiver.

Free.

Car wheels squealed, swerving to evade the short, grimy character who'd just punched out the manhole cover and emerged into daylight.

Heh...

The creature called Slo-bo shook his arms, dripping sewer water onto the pavement, lip curling into a sneer. Blind to the horror-struck faces around him, he relished in the sound of cracking glass and dented metal of cars suddenly forgetting their late afternoon commute.

His return to the City was less than pleasant, certainly. But that was past-tense and forgotten in the here and now – here and free. The oppressive glare of a sun his blind eyes hadn't felt for seemingly ages only seemed to invigorate him – like some fraggin' Kryptonian bastich.

Soemthing needed to get smashed to frell and back. Sirens were suddenly blaring, as if signaling the start of the mayhem.

"Heh. Good."

[crab]

Karkat jumped at the unexpected commotion, almost dislodging his glasses. He hastily shoved them back onto his face. Squealing car tires and wailing sirens drew his attention to the chaos down the street.

Fuck. Really? Really? Right as he was returning to the city. For the first time in over what, three sweeps? Like hell he was going to stick around and get caught up in whatever horseshit that bitch lady fate had decided to unload into his hot little hands this time; she could take it right back and shove it up her heinous leaking misfortune orifice. He had an agenda. An important agenda. He wasn't prepared to risk that.

He lowered his head even further and sped up, attempting to quickly and quietly vacate the scene.

[littlebastich]

Unfortunately, things historically never went well for Karkat (not for long, in any case), and the trend was destined to continue. Innocent of the circumstances though he was, simply being there was enough to get swept up into the storm of trouble that was Slo-bo.

There would be no sympathy from the Czarnian. Not right now. Right now, his attention was on the mounting mayhem his untimely arrival caused. A great deal of him just wanted to let lose, thrash, tear this disgusting city to shreds...but how well had that worked when he'd been ported back in? It wasn't the same, old, podunk crapsack Earth slum he knew it to be, that was for sure. Someone's gotten to filin' their teeth...

Well, that was all well and fine; Slo-bo's fangs were just as sharp, if not sharper. He wasn't about to let a bunch of fraggin' humans hole him up and poke around his innards a second more.

That settled it. He was bookin' it.

Giving the nearest stopped cab a shove with the elbow (it slid into a bank window), he started to move. Blind, sure, but not lost. He could smell and hear the humans scrambling, and they gave him a wide berth. They'd have to react a little quicker to keep up with his running pace, and those who couldn't were just going to enjoy a little bruising.

"Outta the way, ya losers!"

As he was getting momentum, weaving past the stink of humans, there was one unfortunate body that just didn't have the right stink. Karkat was practically steamrolled over, sending Slo-bo's face right to the pavement.

"Fruh–!" He scrambled, trying to disentangle himself from the little oddball harshing his escape. He could hear the charging of high-powered weapons. Frag. A'course they'd light up their own fraggin' species to try and nuke him. Jerks.

"A'right, c'mon," he growled, grabbing a handful of Karkat hoodie and hefting him up as he rose. Time for an unexpected ride, free of charge (and actual consent)!

On the plus, it spared him the fate the concrete they previously occupied; laserfire was just beginning.

[somethinglawful]

It's a littler harder to be inconspicuous when you rely on a cane to get around, but Terezi manages. Dark clothes, dark hat under a dark hoodie, and black shades. Even her shoes are black now.

She's just taken down a number of people, government lackeys. Maybe they had done something despicable, maybe their only crime was being employed by an oppressive government. Either way, Terezi is trying to leave the scene in a hurry. Most likely she's headed out of the City, toward Kanaya's orphanage. She can't help bumping into people sometimes, though, even if only with her cane. Most people hardly notice or care, but to someone used to covering up horns she might be a little more obvious...

[crab]

Karkat spends too much time with his face angled toward the ground to get the greatest look at where he was going. He tried to avoid bumping into people- attracting attention to himself was the opposite of what he was trying to do- but sometimes it was inevitable.

And so, he doesn't see the other hooded, furtive figure until he all but walks directly over the top of them.

"Shit!"

[somethinglawful]

"Watch where you're going, asshole!"

That rasping voice will certainly be familiar, as familiar as the cane that Terezi tries to drub Karkat with while simultaneously continuing to walk. She's not wearing any makeup to hide her skin tone, after all...