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[highbloods.livejournal.com]

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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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[That actually makes her chuckle in a strangely benign fashion. Perhaps it was merely the fact that they shared a strange sense of humor. She'll casually lock this, though she's well aware it wont do much good against the tower owners.]

Naturally, though in a most unconventional fashion. I'm in the process of picking apart the self-appointed management that is wasting our time here. They've got themselves holed up away from me rather nicely.

But that won't matter in a few days time.

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[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[Well, at least some things haven't changed. It's almost a relief. He gives her a sideways glance.]

Heh heh, taking your motherfucking time, it seems. Has the tower given you THAT MUCH TROUBLE?

[Makes him wonder about what kind of position it puts him in now...]

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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[She gestures to the floor.]

They're hiding in floors we have no access to. The mist outside will kill any organism it comes in contact with, there is no stairwell, and there is only one elevator that reaches them which we have been unsuccessful in prying open.

We are on their home-grounds, unfortunately. But I'm certain all this talk of strategy is terribly boring for you, hm?

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[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[Troublesome, indeed. If even she could not force her way into the places she desired entrance, then he certainly could not. He's silent, still staring at his claws idly.]

If there is a place for the motherfucking last remaining Subjugglator, then that is ALL I NEED TO MOTHERFUCKING KNOW. The strategy is your own motherfucking burden, my lady.