[GRO] Leeroi Furore - Teen

[Gl!tch~]

A midblood of all things? A midblood? That was their big bad escapee? Guo scoffed. The body suit was cool and all, but didn't make up for something so much lower than him. At least something yellow or lower would amount for gumption. Whatever. They'd take this disappointment out quick.

Guouli was ready to throw his knife into the mix, but of course, Leeroi was already rushing in. Guo coughed at the awful, too-sweet smell while he watched his bro go in for a swipe. They could both go in, but if the greenblood kicked out, it would be game over for them both pretty quick.

So, as Leeroi took care of that, Guo hooked his knife on his belt. He then leaned down, one leg bent, so he could grab a boot and pull it off. With a yell, he threw his sandal at the convict's head.

Hivestuck

I feel bad for this NPC, he deserves better than two idiot children

 

[Hivestuck]

The sandal bounced harmlessly off of Gangrene's horn. The lenses prevented anyone from seeing if he'd even felt it. He must have, however. For despite his earlier display of speed, he failed to dodge as Leeroi sunk his knife into his thigh.

Gangrene stood, unmoving. His slow blink was nearly palpable through his mask. Green blood burbled out from the tear in his suit. More than blood even--the smell that had surrounded Gangrene tripled oppressively. The close quarters were choked with the damp smell of rotting flowers.

With an uncanny amount of care, Gangrene reached down for Leeroi's wrist. With it, he tugged the knife free of his leg, and released the pair

Kimbley Kitty

Gl!tch~

 

[zeflamigo]

Feeling the ancestor's hand coil around his wrist, Leeroi let out a shriek. Taking in a good whiff of the spilling, putrid smell, Leeroi started to cough through his bandana. Throwing his flare to the ground, he clawed at the greenblood, pulling back until he finally was released from his grip.

With a grunt and a scowl, Leeroi surveyed Gangrene with contempt. Who did this ******** think he was? His lusus? Collecting his breath amidst the horrible scent, he paused for a short moment before blowing a fat raspberry in the greenblood's direction. He quickly followed it up with barreling forward with a headbutt.

Gl!tch~

 

[Gl!tch~]

No reaction. Nothing at the throw, or Leeroi's stab. Bulls**t with this guy. Guo felt, vaguely, that the adult was toying with them. Gangrene was tall, had sweeps of experience, and no obvious weakspots. But Guo was going to find it, and then who'd be acting like the bluebloods were gnats?

He ground his teeth, frustrated. Leeroi ran in for a headbutt. Right. There were two of them. Guo unhooked his knfie. Taking a chance, he ran in while he thought Gangrene would be distracted, to slice at the back of those long legs.

Hivestuck

 

[Hivestuck]

The flare hit the ground and the cave briefly flashed light and dark as the shadows violently rearranged themselves. Gangrene slipped into a wider stance. His boots scraped the rough ground and he reached out for Leeroi.

He caught the boy by the shoulders and rotated fully under Leeroi's momentum. "Hell͞o͡," he rasped to Guouli. Gangrene planted Leeroi directly between the two of them.

Gangrene's grip was ironclad despite the assumed frailty that came with such narrow limbs. The pressure of his bone-thin fingers was nearly cutting. At such close range, the intricacies of Gangrene's appearance were clearly visible. Most notable were the running tears that crossed the arms of his bodysuit. His skin was composed of mottled scars; the remains of healed wounds layered over each other indefinitely. Even now green sores lay both open and fit to burst beneath the leathery material that made Gangrene's suit.

The proximity left Gangrene leaning over both bluebloods, bent at the waist. His leer was palpable.

"W͝h҉at ͏do̢ ͏ỳou ͟bo̡ys t̵h͡ink͢ ̕o̴f̛ ̀p͞a̷in͟?"

Kimbley Kitty

Gl!tch~

 

[zeflamigo]

Wriggling under the greenblood's grip, Leeroi couldn't help but audibly scoff. What did he think of pain? What of it? He was no stranger, and he certainly didn't like it. Still, the blueblood couldn't key into the older troll's implications. Instead, he tried to think of some kind of cool retort. It took a good moment.

"Looking at your nasty face is pain enough!" Leeroi shouted, giving another scoff of laughter before glancing toward Guo with a smirk.

Gl!tch~

-dabs-

seekingCylem

-airhorns blasting-

 

[Gl!tch~]

"s**t!" Guouli had to rear back so he wouldn't cut his friend. This lowblood was fast. He tightened his grip on the knife. Gangrene outplayed him, but he'd slip up. Leeroi just needed to be a better distraction.

Even as Leeroi was in the greenblood's clutches, he couldn't help but quip. Guo's frustration eased a little. "Yeah, really."

But this obvious torture lead-in wasn't sticking. Guo started side-stepping around, trying to figure out whatever Gangrene was threatening to do. His video games trained him for this! "what's it t' you, Fartbreath? Hey, better question- how do you feel about it? Cuz if you keep making us yell, cave might not handle it. You wanna go down with us?"

Hivestuck

 

[Hivestuck]

The laughter leaking out of Gangrene's mask was breathy and utterly humorless. He tracked Guouli's movements with a slight incline of his head, but made no further motions. The chuckles receded into low wheezing. "Y͝e͝s͠..̸. I͠ s̴u͘p̴pose ̨I ͝a̕m ҉quite͜ p̡a͜infu͘l̶" Gangrene conceded with an oddly agreeable tone of voice. The pressure of his hands on Leeroi's arms sharpened, then receded. It was a mockery of an affectionate gesture.

With little ceremony, Gangrene released Leeroi with a light shove. The adult troll straightened to his full height. His spine crackled in the process.

"P̡a̕i͢n is f̢i͏ckl̷e. It ei͜t͡h͝e̶r͏ ̵m͘a͟k͠eś a͏ ҉pér͘so͘n ̷m͠uc̸h ͡w͞e̴akȩr̨,̛ ór ̵much͜ s̡trong̶e̢r.̛ I'̛m̧ ͢cur̡i͠ous ̡w͜hat it̕ ͘w͟i͠ll͟ ̨do̡ to ͝a ͢he͞a̡ds͏tr̴o̕n̨g ͢co̶up̸l͘e o͢f̶ d͝u͏n̡der̴head̵s lįk͜e ҉yo͞u̧r̡s̛el̕ves͜.̨" Gangrene pointed a skeletal finger towards Guouli as he spoke. He crooked it so he was pointing at Leeroi when he finished.

Leeroi's hand and wrist had been predictably spattered with blood while stabbing Gangrene. It was strange, then, that the stain on Leeroi's arm was no longer a saturated green, but a violent, puckered, black.

Holes had been eaten through the tainted sleeve of Leeroi's shirt. The skin below appeared to be following suit. Slowly, but visibly, the tissue was sinking inward in some areas. In others, it was bubbling. The effect was in mirror of Gangrene's own rotted skin.

Gangrene began a slow walk towards the far end of the room. "A̴ ̶ća̢ve-i͢n m̸ig̵h̴t ̧no͘t ̢be su͝ch ̡a b͢ad̛ ͟way t̕o̶ ̵go."

Kimbley Kitty

Gl!tch~

 

[zeflamigo]

Leeroi was smug, more than any right he had to be. With Guo backing him up, though, he couldn't help but smirk. He shrugged at the release of Gangrene's grip, utterly bitter about all this manhandling. Despite hearing the fizzling decay of his sweater, his attention was fixated on Gangrene, even poising himself to make another attack.

He didn't flinch until he felt the subtle prickle on his skin, which quickly evolved into sharp spreads of pain, enveloping his arm like spots. The brutal sight of it made Leeroi wheeze through his teeth and drop the bloody knife to the cavern floor.

"You— <********>," Leeroi was short of breath, and devoid of coherent words. "You stinky ********— <********>," he rasped, knees threatening to buckle below him. Weakly, he tried to prevent himself from nursing the cursed arm, too afraid it might make the wound spread.

He ripped his bag off his back, fumbling. Working with one hand, he attempted to unzip it to access some kind, any kind of aid. Frustrated from pain, he collapsed on the bag instead, cradling it tight and letting out an unearthly screech, his good fingers curling tight around the fabric of the zippers.

This was a mistake, this was a grave mistake. Leeroi didn't fight back his tears. He was underprepared, in weapons and in medicine. He was a fool for leading in such a small team, with tiny knifes and improper cave-diving equipment. He was a bad leader, and he ******** up to lead himself and his friend into a death trap.

He let out another whelp, followed by a whimper of pain. Wordlessly, he turned his head to Guo, expression full of shame and eyes full of tears. He wouldn't see it under his mask, but Leeroi had bitten his own lip until it bled, something he could hardly taste with Gangrene's overpowering smell.

"Guo— Guo, bro," Leeroi closed his eyes, seething. His anger was bleeding together with his pain now, and he was clueless about his plan of action, or even his current state of affairs. Guouli was fine, though, and it was the only thing still keeping Leeroi tethered.

Gl!tch~

 

[Gl!tch~]

This shithead was laughing at him. Guouli still had a knife, and he'd be happy to remind Gangrene of that. The greenblood made the mistake of letting Leeroi go, and during all the prattling on, Guouli prepared his next move, staring Gangrene down. He started to walk away, even. Perfect. Underestimating them-

Leeroi. His voice was funny. Guo looked over, ready to be annoyed that he he tripped or something right when they finally got a shot at this. "Bro, what......." The words trailed off. Something was wrong with Leeroi's arm. Something wore through Leeroi's sleeve, and his skin was- "Holy s**t!"

Guouli ran over to his friend, who was curling up after trying to open his backpack. Guo wanted to touch the wound, even if it would burn him too. He was so....fascinated. But Leeroi's emotions somehow dragged Guo back to proper focus. Some of Leeroi's growing apparent anger seeped into Guouli. Where did this stuff come from? Was Gangrene prepared? Or was it just blood that could-

"What the hell did you do?" Guouli turned back to yell at the retreating greenblood. Gangrene might bleed acid and Guouli couldn't? How dare he. How dare he and nature and leave Guouli out from any of it.

He wobbled as he lifted one leg to pull off the other sandal he still had on. Again, he tossed at Gangrene's head. "You piECE Of s**t CoWARD!"

Hivestuck

Kimbley Kitty

 

[Hivestuck]

Gangrene was several meters from the boys now. The haze of fumes and clouds of dislodged mineral were catching moonlight from the holes in the ceiling. The patchy lighting was already beginning to obscure Gangrene from view. He tilted his head and the sandal sailed through his horns like goal posts. The shoe disappeared into the darkness with a soft clatter. Gangrene's footsteps slowed to a stop. Red flickered across the cave, indicating the turn of Gangrene's mask.

"W̴h̛y͠ ̸ẁo̕ųl̢d ̕I ̴be ̡af͏r̢a͢id̀ ̧o͝f̕ you?͢" Gangrene asked with little interest. "Ch̨i͘l̴d̵r̕en? An̡ts? ͡Th̨eŗe's ̀not̕hi̢ng y̧o͏u ̵c̀a̴ǹ ̸do ̢t͝o me͢ tha̵ţ I̸ ͡ca͢n'͜t ͏r͏e͟p͘ay a thous̶and t̴imes by͝ d̡oing ͠n҉othín͟g.̛"

Gangrene's end of the cave turned dark again as it filled with smog. When Gangrene spoke, his echo was louder than his voice.

"I̕t will ju̕st ͝b̧e̡ ̴one ̶o͞f ͡y͏oú s̴oo͢n ̧en͘o̧ug̶h,͞ anywáy."

Kimbley Kitty

Gl!tch~

 

[zeflamigo]

Leeroi chuffed, wheezing and puttering as he wrestled to control his reflexes. He didn't dare look at his arm now, the pain was enough without the visual. He tried to concentrate on Gangrene's movement, trying to not be disoriented by the lights and the turn of his mask.

Gangrene did this to him, and now he was running away? No, this was worse. Gangrene was ignoring him. That thought stirred something dangerous in Leeroi. It stirred up something nasty and set it on fire. Leeroi would not be ignored.

Moving off of pure instinct and adrenaline, Leeroi ripped his bag open. Throwing aside his bags of snacks, he was relieved to find a first aid kit buried at the bottom of the bag. It was old, and lacked most of the important components like bandages and painkillers. A fleeting moment of glee flickered through Leeroi, when he found there was still a large bottle of rubbing alcohol in the container. Quickly and shakily, he emptied it into one of his steel mugs.

Glancing up, he was thankful for Guo's distraction. It was a feeble effort, but Leeroi respected him all the same for trying. Plus, it would buy him more time. With a quick jerk, Leeroi pulled his scarf from his face, dipping it in the alcohol before putting it back in his mouth. Mixed with the pain, he barely registered the foul taste.

Leeroi stood suddenly, the mug in his good hand and scarf in his mouth. Bounding past Guouli, he rushed towards the flare, throwing the mug of alcohol towards the red of Gangrene's mask. With a definite wince, he grabbed the flare with his bad hand, and transferred his scarf to the other.

Staring Gangrene down with a furious, bloody smile, he combined the two. "Don't you ******** underestimate me," He yelled, tossing the flaming rag in the same direction as the alcohol.

Gl!tch~

seekingCylem

 

[Hivestuck]

The mug of alcohol tumbled in the darkness, ringing like a bell. The fuse hit its mark, and in a flash the corner of the cavern illuminated. Shadows of stalagmites slashed the walls of the room like prison bars. The rotting, floral haze filling the room turned acrid. Gangrene's visage appeared again in the midst of it all. He'd turned at the initial sound of the mug. He stood facing the boys. Gangrene's eyes were two, red suns, and his silhouette curled across the ceiling.

In seconds, the alcohol burned out. The red light wicked away with whatever residual heat the cavern contained. The contrast of the green moon's light left the room more sickly than before. Gangrene's form remained a vague shape in the middle distance.

"Wh̕at͢ is͏ ͏thęr̨e tơ e̷st͢imate ͠at̀ a͡ll?̴"

A rapid pattern of scratches echoed through the cavern. One of the skylights flashed black. When the light returned, the cave was silent.

The scent of decay lingered, though the source was concentrated. Leeroi's arm up to the elbow had blackened completely. Blue pustules formed and erupted in fast-forward to combat the spread of infection. Bone was appearing at the fingertips, only to darken and erode upon exposure. There were no nerves left there to feel the pain.

Kimbley Kitty

Gl!tch~

 

[Gl!tch~]

Guo grit his teeth so hard it hurt. Nothing he said, nothing he did...nothing was doing anything! Frustration bubbled up inside him, close enough to make him scream and run with the crud knife he had. But, almost like slow motion, Leeroi hobbled over and threw something. After it sailed through the air, he also threw something else. A rag he set on fire with the flare. Ah- And then it all burned. A small fire, then doused quickly. Not like a good movie at all.

But even the momentary hazard didn't seem to get to the ancestor at all. The blueblood heard Gangrene skitter off. And that was it. Momentarily listless, Guo turned toward Leeroi. He froze at what he saw. Swallowed. Whatever Gangrene had done, it was happening fast.

The blueblood was mesmerized. At first, his steps were slow, hands pulling his bag off his back. Then, shaky efforts to unzip it. He pawed around for his camera. Guo pulled it out, and took a good, solid picture of the decay as it happened. He didn't know why he had to do that, but he did. A picture spat out, but he let it and the camera fall back in his bag.

The thing was, the decay was spreading upward. And Guo didn't know if it would stop. Everything felt like a very odd, though exhiliratng, daymare. Nothing was real. It didn't feel like it was. His breathing evened out. Guouli looked down at his multi-tool knife. Would that do...?

"Bro, show me your arm."

Kimbley Kitty

 

[zeflamigo]

Leeroi fell silent, collapsing onto the cave floor. His last ditch effort was soiled, because this criminal troll was a ******** overpowered cockroach spider freak.

Leeroi sat, bitter and silent, fuming with anger and pain and disgust with himself. His silence and pause allowed for Guo to take the photo, but he did take quick note of it. His head snapped toward Guouli, eyes narrowed in an entirely unfriendly expression.

He watched Guo for a moment, good fingers twitching into a fist. Slowly, and without taking his eyes away, he rose. He stood tall for a moment, and then with a bitter huff, he unfurled his fist and stared down at the dirt.

This arm was a mark of his failure, and it was slowly killing him. It was useless and unsalvageable. He would have no issue letting go.

"Get rid of it," he demanded, outstretching his arm feebly at Guo.