One moment, Karkat was merrily nodding along as everyone went around and shared their (largely mediocre) powers. Everything was going beautifully. Enough to bring a single tear to Karkat's eye. Until it inevitably went to shit.
It was that douche who had briefly conversed with (insulted) Karkat earlier. Dave. He was introducing himself, like normal, and then Karkat blinked and he was gone. And then someone said "boo" and Karkat's eyes snapped over just in time to see Dirk (who had stated a lack of powers and implied that there wasn't even a reason for him to be here) knock Dave to the ground way too fast to be normal. Fucking. Unbelievable.
"What the everloving fuck did I say? TELL do not SHOW. Also, Dirk, you just said you don't have fucking powers so what the FUCK do you call that? Last time I checked my 'Monster-Fighting Clusterfuck of a Team' handbook, HIDING SHIT AND DISOBEYING ORDERS RIGHT FROM THE GET-GO WAS NOT ON THE FUCKING TO-DO LIST. Now-" as Karkat started to move toward them, his feet caught on something, and he face-planted on the ground in middle of the circle. He was lucky that he had caught himself with his hands enough to avoid breaking his nose.
Slowly, he shifted into a sitting position and looked at his shoes. The laces were tied together. "Why the fuck are my shoelaces tied together." Karkat began, voice filled with the calm before the storm. Carefully, deliberately, he began to untie them. "Oh wait just one fucking second, someone here just demonstrated the admirable ability to move faster than anyone can see." Karkat stood, and his eyes turned to Dave, still standing next to Dirk. Dave had actually tied Karkat's shoelaces together. The look of barely concealed laughter on that little shit's face confirmed it. It was so fucking elementary that for a moment, Karkat could only stand there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. The fact that Dave was not the only one whose lips were suspiciously pressed together was enough to fill Karkat with sickening embarrassment, which translated into unadulterated rage faster than you can say "FUCK".
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH HERE, YOU COCK-STRANGLING SHIT-STAIN? MAYBE TO YOU THIS IS JUST SOME ASSHOLE IN A RED T-SHIRT YELLING HIS VOCAL CHORDS OUT ABOUT SOMETHING AS INCONSEQUENTIAL AS NOT FUCKING DYING, BUT THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS SHIT CHARADE IS TO BAND TOGETHER AS A COHESIVE UNIT INSTEAD OF RUNNING AROUND WREAKING PANDEMONIUM LIKE A BUNCH OF BRAIN-IMPAIRED MONKEYS IN THE RAIN FOREST OF BULLSHITTERY. EITHER YOU ARE A LITERAL FIVE-YEAR-OLD IN A DISTURBINGLY MATURE BODY OR YOU ARE ACTIVELY TRYING CAUSE THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL OF THIS ORGANIZATION INTO AN INFINITE VOID OF STUPIDITY, IN WHICH CASE YOU MAY END UP RESPONSIBLE FOR THE FUCKING OBLITERATION OF EVERYONE HERE, ALONG WITH MY LAST DESPERATELY STRUGGLING FRAGMENT OF SANITY." Karkat's blood was boiling. He could feel the heat rising in his face as he yelled, hands clenched so tightly into fists, his knuckles were turning white. Choosing not to acknowledge the fact that he had just managed to attract the stares of many of the people surrounding them, Karkat finally walked right up to where Dave and Dirk were standing. "If that is what you came here to do, to fuck up everything we are trying to accomplish, then by all means, enlighten me as to why you are so determined to have your own asses handed to you by a bunch of fucking monsters."
At this, Karkat spun on his heel and marched back to where he had been standing, still livid and shaking with adrenaline. Glancing down at his hands, he noticed his skin was significantly more red than usual. Maybe all this rage had gotten his blood glowing again. The look Karkat gave the two of them could wither a field of daisies. "Does anyone else have powers that they are hiding? Or should we all simply adjourn and partake in a jolly round of knock-Karkat-on-his-face instead, if we are so adamant that this be a light-hearted, fun-filled game of kill-the-monster-before-it-eats-you. I, for one, came here to train for battle. So if we're done being a festering rash on the inside of my asshole, let's get back to business."
Re: Let's get into it.
It was that douche who had briefly conversed with (insulted) Karkat earlier. Dave. He was introducing himself, like normal, and then Karkat blinked and he was gone. And then someone said "boo" and Karkat's eyes snapped over just in time to see Dirk (who had stated a lack of powers and implied that there wasn't even a reason for him to be here) knock Dave to the ground way too fast to be normal. Fucking. Unbelievable.
"What the everloving fuck did I say? TELL do not SHOW. Also, Dirk, you just said you don't have fucking powers so what the FUCK do you call that? Last time I checked my 'Monster-Fighting Clusterfuck of a Team' handbook, HIDING SHIT AND DISOBEYING ORDERS RIGHT FROM THE GET-GO WAS NOT ON THE FUCKING TO-DO LIST. Now-" as Karkat started to move toward them, his feet caught on something, and he face-planted on the ground in middle of the circle. He was lucky that he had caught himself with his hands enough to avoid breaking his nose.
Slowly, he shifted into a sitting position and looked at his shoes. The laces were tied together. "Why the fuck are my shoelaces tied together." Karkat began, voice filled with the calm before the storm. Carefully, deliberately, he began to untie them. "Oh wait just one fucking second, someone here just demonstrated the admirable ability to move faster than anyone can see." Karkat stood, and his eyes turned to Dave, still standing next to Dirk. Dave had actually tied Karkat's shoelaces together. The look of barely concealed laughter on that little shit's face confirmed it. It was so fucking elementary that for a moment, Karkat could only stand there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. The fact that Dave was not the only one whose lips were suspiciously pressed together was enough to fill Karkat with sickening embarrassment, which translated into unadulterated rage faster than you can say "FUCK".
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH HERE, YOU COCK-STRANGLING SHIT-STAIN? MAYBE TO YOU THIS IS JUST SOME ASSHOLE IN A RED T-SHIRT YELLING HIS VOCAL CHORDS OUT ABOUT SOMETHING AS INCONSEQUENTIAL AS NOT FUCKING DYING, BUT THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS SHIT CHARADE IS TO BAND TOGETHER AS A COHESIVE UNIT INSTEAD OF RUNNING AROUND WREAKING PANDEMONIUM LIKE A BUNCH OF BRAIN-IMPAIRED MONKEYS IN THE RAIN FOREST OF BULLSHITTERY. EITHER YOU ARE A LITERAL FIVE-YEAR-OLD IN A DISTURBINGLY MATURE BODY OR YOU ARE ACTIVELY TRYING CAUSE THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL OF THIS ORGANIZATION INTO AN INFINITE VOID OF STUPIDITY, IN WHICH CASE YOU MAY END UP RESPONSIBLE FOR THE FUCKING OBLITERATION OF EVERYONE HERE, ALONG WITH MY LAST DESPERATELY STRUGGLING FRAGMENT OF SANITY." Karkat's blood was boiling. He could feel the heat rising in his face as he yelled, hands clenched so tightly into fists, his knuckles were turning white. Choosing not to acknowledge the fact that he had just managed to attract the stares of many of the people surrounding them, Karkat finally walked right up to where Dave and Dirk were standing. "If that is what you came here to do, to fuck up everything we are trying to accomplish, then by all means, enlighten me as to why you are so determined to have your own asses handed to you by a bunch of fucking monsters."
At this, Karkat spun on his heel and marched back to where he had been standing, still livid and shaking with adrenaline. Glancing down at his hands, he noticed his skin was significantly more red than usual. Maybe all this rage had gotten his blood glowing again. The look Karkat gave the two of them could wither a field of daisies. "Does anyone else have powers that they are hiding? Or should we all simply adjourn and partake in a jolly round of knock-Karkat-on-his-face instead, if we are so adamant that this be a light-hearted, fun-filled game of kill-the-monster-before-it-eats-you. I, for one, came here to train for battle. So if we're done being a festering rash on the inside of my asshole, let's get back to business."