tampered | ongoing; closed; every little trait, however small

ongoing; closed; every little trait, however small

When; Shortly after this! Late night, Monday.
Rating; PG-13? There will be violence and language.
Characters;

4llth3jus1c3,

craaaaaaaazy8s, eventually

uhhok,

trollsbackwards, and possible

thekidsare0kay,

derse_princess THE ENTIRE HOMESTUCK CAST IF THEY WANT?
Summary; Vriska and Terezi have been walking on passive aggressive eggshells ever since they got back in the City. It's time to vent a little frustration.
Log; [Vriska's still loitering outside of her apartment, leaning against her door and going over the night again in her head. She actually looks extremely content and pleased with everything, and less smug and bitchy like she usually does.

Finally she turns to open her door, before someone catches her eye down the hallway. She pauses, to see who it is.]

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[All Terezi can think of when she looks at Vriska is Tavros' body lying broken and covered in chocolately blood, of Sollux being forced to kill Aradia, of the absolute arrogance it takes to try to kill an unkillable adversary and get the people you'd once called friends killed.

Disgust and hate and worry coil in her gut and she steps forward, shoving Vriska backwards.]

Yes, I am.

[That's all the incentive she needs to start a fight, and she shoves back roughly.

It feels good to finally inflict some violence on her.]

I'd love to see you try. I don't know if you've forgotten, but I'm kind of better than you.

[Terezi stumbles back a step, her eyes narrowing. This is fucking stupid. She just wants to hit Vriska so badly, to make her feel just an ounce of the pain she's inflicted on everyone else. So she pulls back her fist and aims a punch at Vriska's stupid smug face.]

[Vriska doesn't completely avoid the punch, but it's fine. Her own fist is swinging towards Terezi's gut. Honestly? The pain feels great to her. It's so much better than the frustration she's been feeling.]

[Terezi isn't a psychopath, so getting hit in the stomach doesn't feel all that great. Her fist connecting with Vriska, however, does. The punch knocks the wind out of her, but her anger is enough to allow her to push through it, hefting her cane and swinging it at the side of Vriska's head.]

[She takes to the air to avoid the hit to her head, but it clips her leg and knocks her off balance a little. She growls but recoups and lunges for Terezi, nails outstretched to dig into her shoulders and throw her towards a wall if she doesn't avoid it.]

You sure are worked up, Pyrope!

[She side steps to avoid Vriska's hands and reaches up in an attempt to grab those stupid fruity tendrils hanging down from her god hood. If she manages, she'll try to drag the other girl back down to the ground.]

I wonder why.

[Wow those things are kind of a nuisance. She thrashes when she's caught and kicks out with her leg to try to connect with Terezi's head.]

You've been even more annoying lately than usual. It's really pissing me off.

[The kick connects with Terezi's head, and she lets out an oof! of surprise, but doesn't let go. She just pulls down harder.]

[Ugh, she can't get away, so she lands reluctantly. And then she throws herself at Terezi since she's in close proximity. Aiming punches again.]

[And one of those punches connects, making Terezi's head snap to the side. The pain in that blossoms in her cheek is sharp and radiating, and she has to take a step back. She tastes bright, sharp blue raspberry in her mouth and spits, splattering teal on the floor. Stupid Vriska. This time when she swings with her cane, she puts all of her strength into it.]

[Vriska goes to block the cane, but isn't anticipating the force behind it. There's a cracking noise and she recoils, wincing and hissing at the pain. She throws her weight at Terezi, nails outstretched to try to scratch down the other's face.]

[Terezi grins in triumph just as Vriska tries to rake her nails down her face. She bats the girl's hands away for the most part, but still gets a few scratches for her trouble. Terezi tries to grab Vriska's cowl and slam her against the wall.]

You are such a freak!

Like you aren't!

[Her boots don't have much grip, so she hits the wall, grimacing a little. But it's nothing, she won't let it deter her from fighting back. She slams her head forward to try to headbutt her as her hands grab out for Terezi's shoulders and neck to dig in.

She won't be bested by her.]

[That headbutt isn't nothing. Terezi blinks for a second, stunned as the blow sends a sharp spike of pain through her skull.]

[Vriska's stunned for second too, because it hurt her too. She's going to have a splitting headache later. But once she recovers, she's moving to try to get the upper hand, shoving Terezi away from her and going for her cane with intent to take the weapon.]

[Terezi stumbles backwards, losing her grip on the cane as Vriska yanks it away from her. SO STUPID. She reaches out to try to twist her hand in Vriska's hair.]

[There's a yelp at the hair yanking, but she swings the cane out to try to hit Terezi's legs. Either to injure her or trip her or both. At this point she doesn't care. She just wants to see the other troll hurt.]

[And Terezi is too distracted and too close to move so down she goes! But she is going to try to bring Vriska down with her.]

[It's hard not to go down when Terezi has a grip on her hair. She lands on her, and takes the advantage of being on top to try to punch her again.]

[And she takes the full force of that punch in her face. Blood floods her mouth again, and she realizes she's cut the inside of her cheek on her own teeth. Everything is blurred teal now, and for a moment, she's afraid she won't be able to smell enough to see. But Vriska being so close is certainly an advantage, so Terezi aims her own fist at her.]

[The blow connects solidly with Vriska's face, and she spits out a mouthful of blue blood. She uses the cane she took from Terezi to try pressing it up against her throat. And her free hand it grabbing for her hair to pull her head up and slam it back into the ground.

There's something decidedly crazed in her eyes. The same look she'd gotten when she faced Tavros. She's not thinking straight.]

[he hadn't known what to expect when checking out what was going on, but it wasn't really this. there was teal and blue blood, and vriska was —

shit, that didn't look good at all.] Vriska! Hey, let her go!

[ and Karkat is just there, Sollux in tow. flabbergasted at the sight before him. okay, he knew that there is a lot of hate here going on, but this is a little much, isn't? ]

Holy shit...

[Sollux clings to Karkat's shoulder, his fingers curled in his shirt. He's a little disoriented, though he wanted to come out into the hall as much as Karkat did once they heard all the ruckus.

He can smell blood. And he can almost...almost smell what colour it is. He leans forward, inhaling.]

TZ? What the fuck is going on out here?

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