Witches Reign

i WAS WRONG, iN THAT, i UHH, cAN'T, dO ANYTHING,
hELP, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG,
sCHOOL HALLWAY,
wATER, eVERYWHERE,
mEN'S ROOM, aS IN THE REST ROOM, oR RATHER LAVATORY, wHATEVER YOU WOULD COMMONLY CALL IT,
bROKEN SINK,
oH GOD,
sOS,
lAD'S i'M IN A BIT OF JAM,

[One laptop later he manages to get that message out, but don't expect there to be any response because he's completely ruined the laptop after sending it, already having smashed it to hell trying to open and type on it. But from it? You get that he was wrong, and boy, he was fucking wrong. He does not have the experience to deal with this strength. Equius has had sweeps, honing it to where he can handle it, making it so he didn't completely destroy everything he touched. No, Tavros got all that strength in barely any time and he has found that he can't do anything. He nearly snapped off his horn this morning, leaving a noticeable crack in it but it still fully intact, thank god. Not to mention he's broken pretty much, every, single, thing, he's touched.]

[He finally managed to get out of his apartment after missing a class from fretting and he's been a stuttering mess, trying not to talk to anyone unless he has to. This bathroom was his savior after he broke the banister for a stair way and he quickly made his way in, taking in a deep breath before ripping off a stall door and then managing to completely crack and smash two entire sinks along with the counters they were part off.]

[If you walk by the bathroom in the hallway, there's probably water leaking from the bathroom at an alarming rate and that water has completely flooded the bathroom from the two broken sinks. In the middle of the bathroom is a crouching down Tavros, surrounded by orange water, laptop keys that had popped out of his computer (which is floating around somewhere), hands inches from his head as if wanting to hold the sides but thankfully he's remembered that that might be a horrible idea. Oh, and did I forget to mention he's kind of crying? Yeah, the whole almost killing himself by accident and then ruining everything he's touching thing is really hitting hard. The bruises all over his arms and hands covered in bandages could tell you that though too. Though the bandages are pretty much gone now after having smashed the sinks with his bare hands, there's a good amount of orange blood running from his fingers and tinting the water around him.]

Oh d-d-d-d-dear g-g-god..

[Look at all these trolls posts, I'm falling down all of them, seriously. Homestuck, Homestuck, Homestuck.]

[But no seriously, someone is having some troubles, he's practically a one man demolition team but you might not notice right away since he spent most of his day in his apartment trying to get used to the fact that he could could lift his couch. Seriously, holy, glubbing, carp. Anyways, fish puns aside, he's finally decided to venture out, which means almost ripping his door off the hinges after accidentally ripping off the toilet seat and rippping 4 of his shirts before managing to get one on.... FINALLY heading over to the main building now.]

[His entrance probably would go unnoticed ...if, he hadn't shut that glass panel door so hard that the entire thing shattered behind him, causing him to jump and turn around, shrugging his head into his shoulders as he stares wide eyed at the shattered door behind him.]

Oh...

Well blimey...

[Soooo, everything kinda sucks right about now, to be honest there's nothing he can really do about it, besides mope and be over dramatic. He doesn't have jack shit here to help him mull things over, Terezi isn't the right Terezi, Vriska isn't the same Vriska, Gamzee isn't the same Gamzee, so there's really no talking through anything right now. Best response? Be as quiet and solitary as he can possibly manage. Which means being extremely scarce. He hasn't even CONSIDERED the BBS for hours which is... kind of weird for him, he's usually lurking on their nonstop. And not to mention he hasn't spoken a word to anyone since the little gossip column got put up.]

[He does need to get out once though, and makes his way to the library to try and find SOMETHING to stop thinking, anything. He'd putz around on the internet if he didn't constantly get reminded by everything on there about...]

[No, stopping that train of thought. He moves through the halls with a slow stride, silent, eyes mostly to the ground ahead of him and when he gets to the library he does his best to immediately get out sight of anyone he sees. No talking, no smiling, no bothering, just... there. And hopefully no one will even notice that he's there either.]

Damnit Terezi, where's a gal like you at a time like this.

[He mutters under his breath with a sigh before starting his search for a book, any book to help... anything.]

[There's really no words to describe just how soar and tired he and his body both are. Everything from the waist up is... a war zone. His arms, chest, neck, completely covered in scratches and teeth marks so deep the scaring probably won't go away easily, and not even gonna mention that special carved symbol on his chest... Let's just say his entire upper body except his face and hands is wrapped in bandages right now, wrists to his whole neck, and he's even got a long sleeve shirt on under his school jacket instead of a short sleeved one.]

[He walks through the halls with a rather slouched posture, very different from his usual cocky one and he occasionally seems to stop and flinch, holding a hand by his torso, near where his broken rib is, only to suck it up and continue going, holding his bag under one of his arms, not using the strap right now because dear god that would hurt.]

[More hall wondering, and eventually he makes it to the quad and sits down with a sigh, opening his laptop and taking out one of his text books.]

[BBS]

aIGHT,
uHHH,
hOW LONG DOES IT TAKE BONES TO HEAL,

[OOC: Feel free to bug him at any point in time during this, hallway to bench~]

[At exactly 1000, actually kids, this isn't scheduled. But hey, listen up, it's announcement time.]

Hey hey hey girls and boys, ladies and gentleblokes, or men, whatever ya fancy. Just wanted to put a real horrorshow shout out so get your audio ports open and simmer down. This is about that little homecoming bash, you know the one, it's getting some chaps real ape and real polly, but there's a little problem I gotta shine the light on.

Seems your boy Tavros some how got his name on that there list of candidates for Princedom and I gotta say, he has no mind to look for votes, so ya'll gotta suck it up and hold back those graphites. No votes for your dear Nitram, got that? He's got no interest.

So why don't ya let the sweat master 5000, our local wet rag, Equius Zahhak, duke it out with Aang for them votes and we'll be right good fellas from then on. Plus for a troll that dresses up real polly like in the frills and glitter at night, with a nice plethora of crowns and tresses for those luscious locks of his, I'd say a royal title fits Zahhak better, don't ya think? He's already prepared to be pampered silly like show filly ready for the parade. Just a word from the bird.

Oooother then that, I'll send a little chirp out to the lovely dame Lalonde, not to rattle her cage or nothing, just to show her she's got someone important swishing her about in his think pan.

So.

Meanwhile back on the ranch, that's all I gotta say on that. No votes for Nitram, just flood em over to the two other prince runner ups, or maybe just to Aang? I think Equius fits 'princess' more anyhow.

Stay classy~

[The announcement ends, and the intercom clicks off.]

[OOC: ALL RIGHT. That was an actual announcement, but, uhhh, not by your headmaster, you can easily tell by the voice and the way he speaks. After words, Tavros will be wandering the halls, so feel free to just STUMBLE on him. And that goes for people of the authority to punish him as well! SeeDs, etcetc, if you want to enact his punishment for jacking the intercom system go ahead. Otherwise, see ya 'round.]