Thread: Homestuck: The Trickster and the Thief [Ahren and Resident Homestuck]

RE Homestuck The Trickster and the Thief Vriska Wake Up Your name is Vriska Serket, you have just woken up, and you are bored out of your mind. It is times like these when you just cant help thinking about what had happened. Years ago, but not many... You wake up to realize that you are lying facedown on the ground. Your right shoulder hurts like hell, and you have no idea how long you have been unconscious. You are not entirely sure exactly what happened between you and Terezi after she confronted you on the issue of Jack Noir. You turn onto your back and roll your eyes in irritation as the pain in your shoulder flares up again. Whats this youre lying in? It looks like a puddle of blue...oh. Its your own cerulean blood. Now you remember what happened. Terezi had tried to kill you in an attempt to stop you from going after Jack Noir. You had done your best to twist away at the last moment, and she ended up only getting you in the shoulder. It worked all the same, you suppose, and now youve got a nice big gash in your right shoulder that seems to have started to close a little bit. Welp, being alive is a plus. You guess. You realize that you look like youve just crawled out of hell, so you decide to see if you can find something to clean up with. It wouldnt do at all for you to walk around covered in blood. In the present... You brush your thick black hair out of your face, stand up and look around. Nobody seems to be anywhere near. You guess they are all inside doing something or other. Three years on a meteor is a long time, after all. From what youve seen, everyone seems to have paired off and gone their separate ways. It kind of bugs you, to be perfectly honest. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, which, of course, are identical to all the other outfits you own, you set off down a hallway. You arent sure exactly where youre going. On a meteor this big, it doesnt really matter. You poke around aimlessly, wandering the halls of the facility you live in. You come across a couple of the humans talking in one of the rooms. They glance at you but mostly ignore you. You walk for a fairly long time before giving up. There are officially no other options open to you. Youll just have to go to the unofficially established social center of the place. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Three years is a long time to be trapped on a meteor with nothing else to do besides talk to...you guess you would call them your friends. You arent sure if they still consider you a friend. Be the Seer of Mind. One room away from the hallway the Thief of Light is walking down this very moment, a young troll with angular red glasses is standing off to the side with a pensive look on her face. You are now Terezi Pyrope, the blind girl with a taste for colors, literally. You, ironically, are thinking about the same moment Vriska is thinking of. You replay the scene in your mind, flipping the coin, Vriska turning to leave, you stabbing her from behind. Years ago, but not many... You wonder if what you did was the right thing. Too late now, you suppose. You were sure that Vriska is now dead. Your assumption could not have be more completely incorrect. You take a whiff of your surroundings and freeze completely. It makes no sense to you - you are convinced that you must be wrong, but you know that being wrong is equally impossible as the scent you have just caught. You must know for sure. You turn towards the door and walk right up to her. Terezi. She greets you with a cold nod. Vriska. Your face remains impassive. Youre not dead. You dont regret being so easily blunt with her at all. No, Im not dead, she agrees easily. No thanks to you. I dont suppose youre going to try and kill me again. You do not reply, instead shaking your head slowly and turning to walk away. You honestly dont mind that Vriska is alive you just find it surprising that you hadnt killed her. As long as she doesnt go after Noir. And you made sure that she would not be going after him anytime soon. In the present... You shake away your thoughts. Whats done is done. You may not still want Vriska dead, but since you tried to kill her, the two of you havent exactly been on good terms. Nothing like an open rivalry has ever emerged, but you still prefer to keep your distance from the other troll. Just because. Be the Thief of Light. You are Vriska once again. You arrive in the doorway of the large room where the buzz of conversation seems to be coming from. At a quick glance, you can see a few of your friends. You also see the human Dave Strider talking to Karkat in the corner. Then, all of a sudden, Terezi is standing in front of you, seemingly materialized from thin air. You nod and greet her, and she does the same. Both of you obviously feel a little awkward, so you decide to bypass her and find someone else to talk to. You let her pass through the door and go off to do who knows what and enter the room. As you walk into the room, Karkat turns to look at you from where he is talking to the human Dave Strider. You dont bother to say hello to either of them. You know that Karkat thinks that youre completely insane and Strider probably shares the same opinion. Not that you arent, youll give him that. You just wish Karkat would give you a little more credit than that. You give up. Maybe you would rather just wander the place aimlessly for the next year of the journey. Yes, that sounds much more interesting. You turn and leave the room, heading off to what you can only hope are bigger and better things. Halfway down the hallway, you hear a yell and then a loud thud that sounded like the thud of a body hitting the floor somewhere behind you. You turn in surprise, but nobody is there. You shrug and make to resume walking. You suddenly hear a new voice coming from the room you just left. But of course its impossible. You are on a meteor that is hurtling through space. There is no way anyone could have joined you. It must be just one of your friends. Then you hear Karkats voice, loud as always, say Egbert. The name vaguely echoes in your head, like something from a half remembered dream. Maybe...no, that cant be it. Still, something prompts you to turn and start walking back toward the doorway you had just left. You can hear snippets of a conversation between Karkat, Strider, and the new voice through the open door as you approach it. You stand beside the doorway listening, this being one of the rare times that you arent certain what you are going to do. This is stupid. You decide that standing there like an idiot waiting is stupid and walk into the room. You stop dead in your tracks. There, standing in a messy pile of books, is a boy with bright blue eyes, black hair, and glasses. What. You stop and stare. There is no way your eyes can be working right. As far as you are aware, John Egbert hasnt been on this meteor. Ever. You have never seen the faintest trace of him here. Zip. Zero. Nada. This explains absolutely nothing about why the hell he is now standing fifteen feet away from you. You slowly walk into the room until you are standing only a few feet away from the boy you know is John. You dont know how you know for sure that its him, you just know. Shoving your hands in your pockets, you look at him with an expressionless face. You arent sure what to make of this. So you guess you'll just start with the obvious. Hello, John.