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Karkat's successive Oh, Crap moments in the first chapter.
And then you turn around and spot the Threshecutioner standing stock-still in the middle of the overturned mess of your food preparation block, the Threshecutioner who's probably been standing there long enough to watch you crawl butt-first out of your super-secret illegal escape tunnel.
You stand there like an idiot, straw limp in your lips as you take in the sickle and the black uniform and the green sign and the sheer fucking height of this kid who's clearly a couple of sweeps older than you, old enough to have some color in his eyes even — and your mind goes, welp. This is it.
And then the greenblood sinks to his knees and lowers his torso until his forehead is touching the floor, and your mind goes oh fuck NO.
You hate zealots.
During Chapter 2, Karkat freaks out and makes a fool of himself in front of the cultist who's come to save him. The next chapter is narrated by that same cultist, and it turns out Karkat needn't have worried.
Apparently pictures of his respite block's walls are constantly taken as the Elders attempt to keep up to date on his visions, but they are among the Greatest of Mysteries and only allowed to be studied by Masters of the highest level. The Elders also speak widely and proudly that once during a Lesson in the Dark Hive the Child went into a Holy Trance and wrote Prophecies on the Mural depicting the Fourth Sermon with a Fluorescent Pink Marker, Yes That One On The Dais. To be surrounded by such Holy Writ is an honor, even if they don’t make a lick of sense to your barely initiated self.
Really, every instance where the cultists' awe of The Sufferer's reincarnation is juxtaposed with Karkat'srealself is hilarious. They gush over everything he does.
You drop to your knees and lower your face to the floor, knowing that you are unworthy of gazing upon him. You start to intone the prayer which comprises his True Name; he swiftly interrupts you, reassured of your harmless intentions, and softly chides you for wasting precious time with such frivolities.
At the chapter's end, the cultist stops using Purple Prose to say one thing.
He will not recognize it, but the off-planet aristocracy will, and the pictures sent by the legislacerator on case — of brown blood on your sickle and a discontinued lance design — will make the whole empire flip the fuck out.
Gamzee- having gone cold turkey- hallucinating Karkat.
GA: Do Not Make Me Bring Out The Pointy Paper Hats
CT: D —> I demand a more scenic corner
TA: ii'm goiing two hiide under thii2 table and never come out agaiin.
Equius escapes the threshcutioners.
It’s a very controlled jump, aiming for Vriska’s highest terrace. Your feet hit the tiles, and you let the momentum pull you down into a deep crouch before you bound off again into the rocky plateau beyond. She probably won’t mind the crack you left behind; it’s web-shaped.
“Could you... maybe move—” you start, as tactfully as possible, but she’s already interrupting you with a “Nnnnnnnnnno” halfway down the sentence.
Sollux fanboying over a dorsata plate.
TA: you don't make any 2udden movement2 in the vicinity of a dor2ata plate.
TA: iin the pre2ence of a dor2ata plate, you only talk iin gentle whii2per2.
TA: you do not captchalogue a dor2ata plate, you loviingly depo2iit iit iin2iide your card a2 iif you were a devoted lu2u2 and the plate wa2 your preciiou2 2iilk-2pun wiigler and the card was iit2 cocoon.
Tavros being bathed.
“It has been arranged,” he says, beckoning you with a gesture before turning around with an impressive and apparently unintended swirl of cloth. “I am afraid they are preparing a full Ceremonial Purification Ablution, though. Do you have any issue with being cleaned in the presence of four Elders, ten Attendants and six Guardians?” His lips quirk in amusement at your horrified face. “I might be able to talk them down to a Convention Ablution, but any lesser would be pushing the proverbial envelope."
Karkat saying goodbye to Terezi and expressing his feelings towards their True Companions. note His grammar and spelling is off because of the severe injuries he's sustained.
CG: AND I GUESS I LOVE SOLLUX TOO, AND KANAYA AND EVERYONE ESLE
CG: THOUG SOME NOT THAT MUCH REALLY
CG: I GUESS I JUST RELALY LIKE THEM A LOT
CG: THEYER ALL VERY PRECIOUS AND DUMB
During the "Wiggling Day" story, Karkat tries to rebel against the cult's propaganda.
You ball your cape — it's a new one with an embroidered hood, they actually had you change out of your wet clothes into something even more ridiculous — and throw it at your feet. It fails to produce the satisfying smack you were hoping for, but the sentiment is there.
The Grand Elder's motion to hang the newly-framed artwork in the corridor by the library was viciously overridden. For the next forty hours, the drawing sat on a hastily procured dais as the Council of Elders conducted an emergency gathering — at first to determine the best location for it, but which soon turned into a heated debate over whether it was merely a representation of the moons or if it was imbued with the properties of their bigger counterparts, among others. Sometime during this event the Grand Elder gave up and settled back by a napping Elder Plucker to observe the rising insanity, which went on until the fortieth hour mark, when Elder Tomekeeper raised the topic of long-term conservation and dropped terrifying notions such as acidity levels, humidity quotient and deterioration rates.
Spurred on by the thought of losing his adorable present to the ravages of time, Grand Elder agreed to retire with Tomekeeper to research and build a frame that would ensure the artwork's longevity. Thus the Council went on, surrounding an empty dais for another twenty hours.
Elder Inditer's response to He Whose Blood Runs Purest actually speaking to him.
In his extremely brutal previous life, and in his quiet and severe current life, Elder Inditer had never experienced so many intense positive emotions, much less simultaneously; as a result he lived under the impression that his desire to squee was actually a Divine Revelation.