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He looks ridiculous in the white outfit, but he doesn't seem to mind. It's likely he didn't even bother rummaging through that chest in his room, or even if he did, maybe he liked the new look and decided to keep it. All the chairs and tables surrounding him have been pushed back into two large piles (off screen), so it's just him on the floor. Looking content as if nothing had happened.

"These keys are too MOTHERFUCKING SMALL."

He says, his voice low and raspy at first but then escalating into a shout by the end. The troll (judging by his gray skin and orange horns) remains sitting, now completely silent as he gazes into the camera, his focus on it starting to wane a little.

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Only making sure.

[She notes the stare calmly- even as big as she can tell he is, she's not going to be concerned unless she's in the same room as him.]

You have never seen a human before, I take it?

A human? [He frowns, a low growl building up in the back of his throat.] DOESN'T SOUND LIKE ANYTHING I'VE EVER MOTHERFUCKING HEARD OF.

Well- that is what we are. [The growl makes her expression shift, hardening barely into defensiveness.] The majority of those in this tower, that is. Though you trolls are catching up fast...

[WELP going into random babble mode:]

Sounds like a motherfucking challenge, human. ALL THESE HUMANS, and motherfucking trolls alike, all need a motherfucking hand in what we call ORDER. Her Imperious Condescension appears to be hatching out a MOTHERFUCKING PLAN FOR US ALL but in the mean time, WE ARE STILL HIGHER THAN ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS.

[He props his head up on his hand, leaning towards the screen with a dull look in his eyes.]

We're gonna bring down the motherfucking hammer in this bitch. IT'LL BE FUN.

I believe you will find it will not be so simple.

[She doesn't know what the vocal shifts mean, but she knows they're disconcerting- and maybe that's what it's meant to be. Regardless, she doesn't like the implication that they're 'better'. Like with Dualscar, it leaves a distasteful feeling in the back of her mind, and Medea agrees.

Dualscar, at least, seemed to possess some rationale behind his belief. This one not so much.

But there was still time to examine that further.]

You would be wise to realize how high you think you are doesn't matter here. Because you aren't. Your blood color means less to me than my strangeness means to you.

[There's a minute of silence, but then the Subjugglator's body begins to tremble. He's laughing, softly at first, but then explodes into a loud barking laugh -- kind of like a distorted honking sound, actually!]

Nah, nah, of course it doesn't. YOU'RE A MOTHERFUCKING HUMAN. I would not just simply get my assumption on about another alien race's blood color. I DON'T EVEN MOTHERFUCKING KNOW WHAT COLOR IT IS ANYWAY! Think you can enlighten The Grand Highblood, little girl?

Only making sure, you see.

[That laugh is nothing if not irritating, but Chidori masks that with the same indifference she masks everything else.]

Red. We all bleed red.

[Red. Oh, he can practically see it, swimming in his vision, his blood boiling hot. He laughs again, though it is consistently soft now.]

Mother fuck, red. RED! I can't be all believing this. HUMANS ARE MOTHERFUCKING MUTANT BLOODS. This must be all like my motherfucking lucky day.

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[You sir, are officially giving her the C R E E P S. Not that she'd let it show, but hey.]

I do not think it can be considered 'mutant' if it is common throughout the entire species.

[just as planned Bo)]

Heh, heh, a race with all the same motherfucking blood color? NOW I'VE MOTHERFUCKING SEEN EVERYTHING I NEED TO BE ALL SEEING. My curiosity is getting the motherfucking best of me, I can't even go around holding it all back.

[He's closing in on the screen, as if getting closer to her image would help him see better.]

Please do contain yourself. I assure you, it's not nearly as fascinating as you think it is.

[She isn't backing down.]

You got a motherfucking point. CAN'T BE ALL GIGGLEFUCKING AROUND LIKE A NEWLY BORN WRIGGLER GIRL OVER A COMMONPLACE COLOR, even if for me, that shit's not motherfucking common at all.

[He draws back from the screen and shrugs, trying to conceal his excitement and amusement.]

Well, I would think you would find your own- hemospectrum, isn't it?- far more interesting.

[She doesn't get the sudden agreement, and if anything, that only makes her more wary. What are you up to...?]

Nah, I get all surrounded by motherfucking peasantbloods and deal with the hemospectrum shit every MOTHERFUCKING DAY. It's all a motherfucking common knowledge thing that EVERY MOTHERFUCKER GETS THEIR KNOW ON ABOUT.

[Which he is planning on doing the same with humans. Better get his schoolfeeding mode on about dat red mutant blood.]

I would assume it is, considering how important it seems to be. However, what I do not understand is how it was decided on- it seems like something that would require a lot of... organization.

[She's curious too- because Dualscar wouldn't tell her if she asked, she thinks. But this one might, if only for the sake of how little he seems to care about divulging information.]

How it all came to be? [He straightens up a little, raising an eyebrow.] HOW THE MOTHERFUCK SHOULD I ALL KNOW? Shit's just how it motherfucking is. THE NATURAL ORDER OF THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD, MOTHERFUCKER.

That seems a bit unlikely. But far be it from me to question whatever put such a system in order. [Not really.] Thank you regardless.

[frowns.]

Thank you? WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK... are you all thanking me for?

For answering, of course. Is that not something I should do?

[He seems to pause and think, then shrugs.]

Nah, it's all motherfucking good.

Very well then. Good luck to you in the tower. [or not] I would watch that you do not allow them to catch you unawares.

[He chuckles lowly and raises an eyebrow in that sort of annoyingly haughty way.]

Thanks for the motherfucking warning. SURE DO APPRECIATE YOUR MOTHERFUCKING KINDESS, HEH...

While I doubt the sincerity of that statement, you are nonetheless welcome.

[A tip of her head, again too polite.]

Farewell.

[He says nothing and merely sits back in silent dismissal. Yup, you can leave now, girl.]

[Already going, big guy.]

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