ᑕᗩᘉᗪϒ ᒪᗩᘉↁ - A Trickster!stuck roleplay Accepting!

[will o' the wisp]

Something snapped inside the juggalo's mind and everything about him turned normal..or what was normal to him. He collapsed and let go of his throat, unconscious from being in Trickster for so long.

[tolkien quitting]

Dirk sat up, coughing and spluttering as he gulped in as much air as possible. His hand lightly rubbed his throat where he could already feel bruises forming on his porcelain skin, then he let his hand drop. His gaze trailed down to Gamzee, who was lying by his side, "Gamzee?" He asked hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper.

[will o' the wisp]

He didn't move, only twitching his hand softly. The juggalo groans in response and sits up, holding his skull. '''Dear Gog, my head...oh..'' He whined gently.

{{I might make Gamzee have a flush crush on Dirk. OUO}}

[CorruptedPuppet]

Erebus continued running my from Meulin, running as fast as his legs could carry him.


Nico went off looking for Rendan.

[tolkien quitting]

ovo Oooh, perhaps Dirk may reprociate those feelings? Who knows? ;33 }}

Dirk raised an eyebrow, the fine blonde hairs almost reaching his hairline, "Uhm." He cleared his throat while composing himself, "You okay bro?" He asked, he was genuinely concerned however his voice didn't show it. His eyes drifted over Gamzee, it seemed as though he was back to normal?

[will o' the wisp]

''I'm fine.'' He says and looks away from Dirk. ''I'm sorry for what I did.'' He said, looking to the bruises on his throat. ''It was the Trickster side, not me.'' He adds with a heavy grunt of anger.

[tolkien quitting]

Dirk hesitantly patted Gamzee's back, a trace of a smile flicking over his lips before falling back into his usual deadpan. "'S okay, I'm fine." he assured him, "Just a couple scratches 'n' bruises, won't do me no harm." He drawled casually, adding a shrug. Grunting, he heaved himself up, "c'mon, we've gotta get outta here." he muttered as he looked over his shoulder. He turned back to Gamzee and offered him a hand up.

[will o' the wisp]

The juggalo nods and smiles at Dirk before hauling himself up tiredly, brushing the grass off his polka dotted pants. ''We should get going before those freaks come after us...'' He says quietly, looking to the Texan.

[tolkien quitting]

The Texan gave a nod in agreement, then frowned as he scanned the horizon behind Gamzee, "But where're we gonna hide?" He asked, turning around to check behind himself. Nothing. No shelter from the tricksters whatsoever. His chest heaved up and then sunk back down in a deep sigh, "Maybe we should take a look 'round." He suggested.

[will o' the wisp]

Gamzee nods in agreement and begins scratching his horns, sighing and walking. ''This could take hours, days even.'' He says in a gruff tone and looks back at Dirk tiredly.