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Who| Kankri Vantas & OPEN
What| Settling in, meeting new people
Where| District 5 apartments at first, then generally exploring around the Tributes' area
When| Just after his arrival, some days after Enjolras' crowning
Warnings/Notes| Warning for Kankri being his annoying self, pretty much. Also, his first chronological threads will be with Claudia and the Initiate, but beyond that timing will pretty much be in the order of tagging.

Really, Kankri found the entire concept of this place absolutely deplorable. He would have no part of it. But until he could find some way to escape his captors, it wouldn't hurt to familiarize himself with the layout of the place. And also to find something to eat, he was quite famished at the moment.

He started in the suite of the district he'd been assigned and herded to like cattle, of course, but soon enough he was meandering all through the building, taking note of its occupants and features with various degrees of disapproval. He wasn't entirely sure of how to approach anyone yet, but he supposed it wouldn't hurt to try for the sake of information.

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Karkat knows who this douchebag is as soon as he sees him, of course. His identity is unmistakable, for he is none other than Karkat's greatest enemy in this or any other world.

"Future Me," he hisses, striding forward to great his foe. "I swear, if you're here to tell me how much of a fuck up I am, you can just shut your word hole and pull your thinkpan out of your anal sphincter. I am not in the mood to deal with your shit today."

He glares at the newcomer and before the other mutant can respond he adds, in a lower voice, "For fuck's sake, at least tell me if I've got anywhere with Terezi."

After the shock that was Signless, Kankri is a lot less surprised to see yet another of his doppelgangers around. His crude language and strident tone, on the other hand, is quite surprising to him.

"I'm quite sure I've never been so...uncouth in my life," he replies. "Really, some people might find that sort of language hurtful, it's most inconsiderate. And worse, it plays directly into harmful perceptions of lowbloods."

Karkat stares at his doppelganger.

"How the fuck did I get this sanctimonious in a sweep?" he mutters under his breath, estimating the age difference between the two of them. "Look, I don't give a crap about the 'harmful perception of lowbloods,' asscrown, because it's not like the humans, even the stalker fans, even get the hemospectrum. You're a shitpan just like you always are, Future Me."

"Unless you are another troll that that Signless person claims is another version of him," Kankri replies primly, "You are not, in fact, me. I'd appreciate you addressing me as such."

"Of course not," Karkat grumbles. "He's my ancestor and morail, okay? Who the fuck are you..."

Oh. Oh fuck.

Of course. Of fucking course.

"Oh holy fuck," Karkat says. "You're... you're the Kankri from Beforus or wherever, right? Shit, you're an insufferable bulge."

"Yes, I am Kankri, and Beforus is my home. I refuse to dignify your other, more vulgar remark with a response." He peers at Karkat. "I suppose you are another troll from the other Kankri's...planet, then?"

"Well, duh," says Karkat. "I already told you he was my ancestor and moirail. You have really shitty listening comprehension skills, you know that?"

"I beg your pardon, but I hardly think you'd be at your best in such a situation," Kankri huffs, and folds his arms across his chest. "Does no one have an ounce of decency and consideration in them here? Just because our hosts-" He nearly hisses that word, which is a lot of anger coming from Kankri. "-are an assortment of savage barbarians does not mean the rest of us have to be."

"No fucking duh they are," Karkat says, "they're not trolls. Unfortunately, they also outnumber us ten thousand to one--at least, probably way fucking more--so we're stuck here."

Yes, he is making sure to use 'fuck' in every sentence, Kankri. You're welcome.

"I had surmised that much," Kankri grumbles, "there's no need to berate me concerning obvious facts. Really, your manners are so appalling that I'm surprised you're not perfectly comfortable here."

He regrets it the minute he says it, but Karkat is really needling at him. Oops.

Karkat's eyes narrow. "You self-righteous nookbag. Go choke on a bulge while you drown in a pail. Do you really think I enjoy being pitted in a death match by primitive alien fucktards just because my language is a little fucking declasse for all the length of wood-cylinder you've got jammed up your wastechute? Seriously?"

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NOT SORRY AT ALL

HOW COULD YOU EVER BE SORRY

I DON'T EVEN KNOW

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