¡peligro! x 006 x accidental video

[gloryisbullshit]

[OOC: cut for blood/death/self-harm/TRIGGERFIESTA]




J-Jet. Jet. Jet sT. [Just his fingers pressed against the camera, because he's pretty sure he can still operate this thing. The camera gets his fingertips and a red smear from the blood coating his hands. Quick shallow breathing, voice gutty and thick as he tries to work this thing, get control of his hands--] Jesstar, I need--I need hhh--

[Help, needs help, he needs help. The camera is obscured by red, but the visuals shift behind the mask to a soundtrack of collision--hollow thunk against porcelain, shoes squeaking on wet tile, and a miserable yelp when he crashes to the floor. Help. He needs help. He goes to say so, but his breath is caught, voice stuck behind it and blood slipping around them both in a frantic hurry to leave his body.

[He's a little beyond help.]

[OOC: BOY'S DEAD, sliced up the back of his neck and shredded his left wrist in an attempt to get out a microchip that wasn't there. He started in the bathtub for cleanliness sake, but you'll find him on the floor by the sink. Ruined the area rug. Sorry.]

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[tooghoulforschool]

[Kobra, don't-- Fuck, Kobra...

Ghoul doesn't want to deal with this. He wants it to be another hallucination. Maybe they're all just fucking crazy. He wants to go in there and see Party. He wants to hold him and feel him and make sure that skin is cold and dead and there is nothing to be done. He wants to see for him self. Make sure. Stay with him. You crazy fuck!

But Party's dead. Jet and Kobra are alive. So Ghoul goes, lead to the couch, but not before putting his fist through the drywall. He sits and digs the heel of his hand into his eye. Be angry is so much easier. He doesn't say a fucking word.]

[goodluckkobra]

[ Shit, that looks satisfying. When Kobra's brain catches up to reality, he'll be breaking more than a few things. Now, though, he just needs Jet and Ghoul.

He folds up against Jet's side, clinging like a motherfucker, because it hurts so much, but he knows that they understand. They get it, too, and he loves them so fucking much. They've been through everything together, because nothing from Before counts anymore, anyway.

For most of the time that Kobra Kid has existed, he's had his Killjoys. ]

What do we do?

[retrograding]

Ghoul. [ Jet says, sharper than he intends to - but the damage is done, and there's a hole in the wall, and Jet's expression gets even more tight. He takes a deep breath, counts to three.

It doesn't really help, but whatever.

He keeps one arm around Kobra when he folds. It hurts for all of them. It's the worst fucking thing. Kobra lost a brother, and so did Jet and Ghoul, and Jet understands the need to hurt something - distantly, maybe, but he understands it - but they can't. It doesn't help. Ghoul sits, and Jet reaches for him, hand going to rest on Ghoul's back, but - but the blood.

Hold it together. God dammit, hold it together. He wipes the blood off on his own shirt, precautionary, and then carefully rests his hand on Ghoul's arm, instead. ]

We can bury him. Or cremation. It's up to you, snakebite. [ Jet says, soft. ] It's okay. He'll be looked after. He'll be stardust.

[tooghoulforschool]

[He's doing just fine, sitting tense and scowling and thinking about anything else. Until Kobra sounds so fucking lost and Jet starts talking about putting him in the ground and Ghoul can't stop the visions of Party clawing his way out of a pine box all covered in that red, red blood.

He finally gives in and sinks against Jet, too. The fuck would they be doing right now without Jet Star? It could be worse. You wouldn't think it could get worse than this, but it could be.]

Shoulda checked on 'im. Shoulda taken it seriously, shoulda been there. Shoulda stopped it...

Didn't have his back, where the fuck were we? [Dealing with their own shit instead of fighting it together. He'd been avoiding them so he didn't have to see those lifeless eyes. And he hadn't been fast enough the first time, either. Second chance. You blew it. Do not pass Go, do not collect that soul. You fucking lose. Game over.]

[goodluckkobra]

[ Kobra just hunches down. Ghoul's right. He should have been here. He should have had Party's back. Oh, fuck, how could he have let his brother down like this? What the fuck is he supposed to do now?

That's when it hits him.]

Wait. Wait, there's all these people with magic and shit around. Maybe they can bring him back. We can ask them to bring him back. They can do it, right? I can ask Loki.

[retrograding]

I had meant to keep an eye on him. [ Jet says quietly. Because he had. But Party had been okay, or it looked like it, and Jet had gone to take the paper to the Jesse kid, and...

And Kobra says they could bring him back. Jet looks at him, sharp. ] No. We're not meant to bring back things that are gone. [ It's not that it's unnatural, it's just - ] He'd come back wrong. You can't just bring something that complex back.

[ He almost sounds angry, which he's aware of, he just can't stop himself. He looks at Ghoul. ] This is nobody's fault.

[tooghoulforschool]

No. No. That magical fuck stays out of this house. Don't fuckin' need his help, Kobra, you don't need it.

[Jet's right, of course. It wouldn't be right. But Ghoul also made a promise. Just because the asshole's dead, don't mean he's going back on it. Kobra's his responsibility now. He's gotta be harsh. Gotta make it clear.

He stands up, running a hand through his hair and resisting the urge to take everything apart. Everything he can get his hands on.]

Nobody's fault. [He echoes the words, but he doesn't believe them.] We gotta clean it up. We gotta do something. All we do here is sit and hide and no one ever does anything and we all wait to fuckin' die again! I'm not going out like that, Jet. Not gonna happen.

[goodluckkobra]

Well, what, then? Did I come back fuckin' wrong when I came back?

[ He shoves Jet's arm away and stands up. Fuckin' sympathy. Fuckin' fuck, he doesn't need this shit. He doesn't need it. ]

Did I? Did he? 'Cause I'd rather have him wrong than not at all.

Fuck this.

[ He turns and walks out of the house. Anyone who follows is getting hit and he's not pulling his punches today. ]

[retrograding]

[ No, he wouldn't, he wouldn't want Party wrong. None of them would, not really. And Jet's going to reply to Ghoul, we can figure out what to do when we're not all seeing things, we need to stick together, but Kobra's leaving and Jet's torn between three different points, one still here, one running away, one soaked in blood. ] Kobra --

[ But he's gone. Jet stands up. ] Ghoul. [ His voice is a little sharp. He tries to soften it, but it's still strained. ] We are not making decisions without each other. Let me go after him, will you - [ And now, finally, maybe he chokes a little on his words. ] ... Will you look after Party? Will you be okay to do that?

[ Because if he is, Jet's going to go after Kobra. But it's okay if he isn't. Of course it's okay. ]

[tooghoulforschool]

[He nods without meeting Jet's gaze. Of course he's okay to do that. What else would he rather be doing right now? What else can he do?]

On it. Go get him and smack some sense into that thick skull. [Before they lose him, too.] ... Sorry, Jet. [A quiet apology, but an apology nonetheless. Rare as fuck from Ghoul's end. He gives Jet a quick salute and heads for the bathroom to sit with what's left of Party Poison for as long as he possibly can.]

[goodluckkobra]

[ Kobra stalks aimlessly outside, kicking over full trash cans and punching whatever looks like it won't break his bones.

He's not paying attention and he's not trying to lose any tails he hasn't noticed, but he's moving quickly through the town, aimless and not at all in a straight line.]

quietly tags this back

[retrograding]

[ The apology isn't needed, and he'll talk to Ghoul later, but for now, he needs to make sure Kobra isn't going to hurt himself. Too badly, anyway.

He follows Kobra briskly, but he doesn't call out for him or anything. He knows well enough to just let Kobra get it out - but he does want to be there, an emotional and physical punching bag, if Kobra needs it. ]

[goodluckkobra]

Go back to Ghoul.

[ His voice is harder than usual as he kicks over his own pink bicycle. ]

I mean it. I just wanna be alone right now.

[retrograding]

I wasn't planning on bothering you, Kobra Kid. [ He says mildly. ] You can do what you need to do. I can be invisible.

[goodluckkobra]

Ghoul needs you. Just go back. Please.

[retrograding]

No, I don't think I will.

[goodluckkobra]

[ He rounds on Jet. ] Why not? You think you're my fuckin' dad? My dad's dead, Jet. Everyone is dead. You know what else? We're all gonna die. You an' me and' Ghoul? We're gonna die bloody and painful, because if this place doesn't get us and Dracs don't get us, we're all going to grow tentacles and our insides are going to explode.

[ It's possible Kobra has no clue how cancer really works. ]

[retrograding]

We're going to - what? [ O... kay, tentacles aside, Jet frowns. ] I assure you, I'm aware of death. I know that it is coming for us - I know that it already has. But until it does, we're going to live. Acting like a petulant teenager is not going to get anybody anywhere.

I just don't want you to severely hurt yourself.

[goodluckkobra]

Nothing severe. Yes, sir.

[ Petulant? Who's fuckin' petulant? ]

Anything else? Should I lay off the sex, too? Be less stupid? Party always wanted me to be less stupid.

[retrograding]

Kobra Kid. [ Okay, Jet is done fucking around. His voice gets a little sharper. ] All I ask - all I ask for any of you - is to make decisions that won't ruin you, or our crew.

You know I don't care who you have sex with, Kobra, as long as it doesn't hurt you in the long run. And I'm sure Party feels the same way.

[goodluckkobra]

[ That's not what Party had said to Kobra, but whatever. Kobra's over it. His stupid brother thought he was stupid, too. So what? ]

Go back to Ghoul. I'll be fine.