(OOC: Please be aware that this Karkat comes from a game where a lot of violence and trauma has occurred, including death/killing. The gory details likely won't come up unless asked about, but there will be oblique reference. And if you absolutely want to avoid the details, feel free to let me know, and I'll steer around them!)
A. Arrival
[When he first appears, stuck on a narrow street he's never known, he can't quite believe it. The Psiioniic had predicted his death - fire, falling, an area he couldn't escape - and some part of him had been too certain it would happen even as Kyuubey appeared in that space between worlds and offered him a wish. He took it, of course. Stop the fire, save everyone, and the rain that had come down out of nowhere had done it, but the pain he felt after... He half wondered in that slip of time before he lost consciousness if he had died anyway, if his taxed brain had just made up something ridiculous to spare him the real thing.]
[But here he is, safe and alive, if a little singed. He smells of smoke, grey jumpsuit dusted with soot, and his eyes are exhausted, dark circles ground into the topography of his face by months of poor sleep and the tendency to wake at the slightest noise.]
[He had to take the offer. He had to save people if there was the chance. He'll have to help save them here, too. But in this moment, the difference - new world, new people - is still too overwhelming.]
[He covers his hands with his face, and his breath rattles in and out.]
Fuck.
B. Home Improvement
No! No, no, no, no!
[Karkat has come stumbling out of his house to slam shut the door, and he kicks it after, grimacing frustration down at the little gem that stands in place of a knob.]
How the hell am I supposed to go in and get rest if my own special maaaagic hive cannot keep its shit together? One home, one coherent design, something I'm comfortable with. Is that too much to ask? Have I angered the yappy fur weasel god? Or am I just the naive pus fountain that catches on last that no, Karkat, the punishment wheel never stops! Not even when there's no one to watch it anymore!!
[He might be yelling this at the house itself. The house, for its part, remains impassive.]
[Karkat groans and sinks to sit before it. He'll keep glaring until his head settles, or until something else interrupts him.]
Karkat Vantas | Homestuck | The Games CRAU
A. Arrival
[When he first appears, stuck on a narrow street he's never known, he can't quite believe it. The Psiioniic had predicted his death - fire, falling, an area he couldn't escape - and some part of him had been too certain it would happen even as Kyuubey appeared in that space between worlds and offered him a wish. He took it, of course. Stop the fire, save everyone, and the rain that had come down out of nowhere had done it, but the pain he felt after... He half wondered in that slip of time before he lost consciousness if he had died anyway, if his taxed brain had just made up something ridiculous to spare him the real thing.]
[But here he is, safe and alive, if a little singed. He smells of smoke, grey jumpsuit dusted with soot, and his eyes are exhausted, dark circles ground into the topography of his face by months of poor sleep and the tendency to wake at the slightest noise.]
[He had to take the offer. He had to save people if there was the chance. He'll have to help save them here, too. But in this moment, the difference - new world, new people - is still too overwhelming.]
[He covers his hands with his face, and his breath rattles in and out.]
Fuck.
B. Home Improvement
No! No, no, no, no!
[Karkat has come stumbling out of his house to slam shut the door, and he kicks it after, grimacing frustration down at the little gem that stands in place of a knob.]
How the hell am I supposed to go in and get rest if my own special maaaagic hive cannot keep its shit together? One home, one coherent design, something I'm comfortable with. Is that too much to ask? Have I angered the yappy fur weasel god? Or am I just the naive pus fountain that catches on last that no, Karkat, the punishment wheel never stops! Not even when there's no one to watch it anymore!!
[He might be yelling this at the house itself. The house, for its part, remains impassive.]
[Karkat groans and sinks to sit before it. He'll keep glaring until his head settles, or until something else interrupts him.]