(005) CG: make a massive outpouring of slightly informative vitriol.
[ Karkat is cranky today, to no-one's surprise. For those who pay attention, he's actually been...almost quiet about these things. The reason being that aside from being able to spend some serious couch time with the human Meg Ryan and the human Sandra Bullock's finest films, he's been working on something.
And when Karkat works on something, you'd better be damn sure he focuses and makes sure the job gets done. But there's no underestimating the people in this castle, so the journal snaps open today to the sound of hammering and buzzing in the background, quickly muted before he begins.
And oh, does he begin. ]
ALRIGHT, FUCKSTAINS, HERE'S THE DEAL
I'M KARKAT VANTAS, IN CASE YOUR HEAD WAS SHOVED SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU MANAGED TO MISS THE GIANT STREAM OF PAVEMENT GREY VITRIOLIC CAPSLOCK OVER YOUR JOURNAL FOR THE LAST MONTH OR TWO
AND I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP, DON'T INTERRUPT, AND LISTEN
( snip for length, not cut ICly )
YEAH, THAT'S ALL
YOU CAN SPEAK NOW
[ And after that...there's just one more thing to do. Karkat pauses and gathers himself, having gotten pretty damn worked up after that screaming session, and tries to put on a slightly less hateful voice.
It's hard being the leader. All this diplomacy bullshit. ]
( VRISKA )
[ And now...this. Hurgh. ]
( KANAYA )