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[Alright, he got kinda worked up about this when he first saw dead humans laying around, and was going to say something. But he was still nervous about getting found and killed, and then there was fighting, and then there was recovering, and to be honest, he sort of forgot??? Luckily, the Highblood was good enough to remind him about it with that horrible braying nonsense the other day. He's annoyed, both that there are threats being made and that, apparently, this is something that needs to be announced at all. But… what can he do. Aliens, and all that…]

hEY,
sO i GUESS PROBABLY, yOU MAY HAVE HEARD THE ANNOUNCEMENT A WEEK AGO WHERE,
sOME BULGELICKER STARTED YELLING ABOUT, kILLING PEOPLE FOR FUN,
oR IF YOU HAVEN'T,
i HAVE JUST INFORMED YOU THAT, tHAT IS A THING THAT HAPPENED,
eITHER WAY, i THINK IT IS PROBABLY TIME SOMEONE SAID SOMETHING
sINCE i GUESS, aLIENS LACK THE COMMON SENSE TO KNOW A SUBJUGGLATOR WHEN THEY SEE ONE,
oH i SORT OF SPOILED THE SURPRISE THERE, bY SAYING THAT, bUT THAT'S OKAY,
aNYWAY,
yES, hE IS A SUBJUGGLATOR WHICH MEANS, iT IS HIS JOB TO, mURDER PEOPLE,
aLSO TO BE COMPLETELY INSANE,
pOSSIBLY THIS IS A THING YOU'VE EXPERIENCED ALREADY,
i KNOW THAT AT LEAST ONE OF YOU, hAS EVEN LESS COMMON SENSE THEN ME,
aND DID NOT LEAVE ONCE YOU'D SEEN HIM,
aND THEN YOU DIED,
i GUESS IT'S TOO LATE FOR, pEOPLE LIKE YOU,
bUT FOR THE REST OF YOU,
hERE, kEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THIS,

[For a moment the screen switches over to video. There is a piece of paper held up to the camera. The paper has a drawing on it. The drawing looks like this: ]

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[And then it returns to text]

sO HERE'S THE LAST WORD i THINK i WILL SAY,
oR TYPE, dEPENDING ON HOW LITERAL YOU ARE,
iF YOU SEE AN EIGHT FOOT TALL MONSTER,
wITH THE FACEPAINT AND EVERYTHING,
dO NOT STAY AND, cHAT WITH HIM,
hE WILL KILL YOU,
wHICH IS ANOTHER WAY OF SAYING,
yOU SHOULD AVOID HIM AT ALL COSTS,
hERE,
jUST SO THAT i AM, cERTAIN i AM BEING CLEAR, i WILL SPACE THIS OUT A LITTLE BIT,

yOU WILL BE KILLED, pROBABLY VERY SLOWLY, bY HIM,

sO GOOD LUCK, i GUESS, aLTHOUGH HOPEFULLY YOU WILL NOT NEED IT,
bECAUSE HE WILL HAVE DECIDED TO, fUCK OFF,

[If you have read all of this in an exasperated tone, congratulations, you get second place. If instead, you read it as yOU ARE THE DUMBEST FUCKING THINGS i'VE EVER SEEN, you are the winner!!!!]

((ooc credit to Hanshi for the drawing lkjsdf))

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[Well.............. that's fine, he guesses. His wounds are pretty much gone by this point, too ~~with help from the signless~~. His mouth automatically mimics the Summoner's, the sight of him almost instantly riling him up a little.]

Heh, I see you've nary a motherfucking scratch on you. A SHAME.

[Yes, magic is a wonderful thing ); It was nice when it happened because being injured is never fun, but it's better now that he can surprise the Highblood like this. He will, of course, not mention Willow's name, nor the magic part at all. That could easily be a death sentence for her and he will not have that on his conscience]

Yes, it must be for you. [Seeing how you said you'd kill him and... well... here we are...]

[Yes... here were are...

There's a long pause as he stares at the screen, slowly looking the Summoner over with a slightly more subdued grin than earlier.]

You did not die, did you, MOTHERFUCKER?

[LAUGHS, leaning back again and folding his arms, apparently absolutely relaxed in this conversation. Truth is, his skin is crawling and there's something going sort of... crazy at the back of his head. HE HAS SPENT A WEEK WORKING TO IGNORE THIS HOWEVER, so it doesn't show for now]

Not even close. [...actually pretty close. But the Highblood doesn't need to know that lkjsdf]

[What the highblood doesn't know can't hurt him, right? Right. He bristles at the laugh, though not too visibly. It just looks like a weird shiver. He wants to ask. He wants to know how the Summoner survived and healed all his wounds on his own.... which is impossible, so the next thing he assumes is that he received help.

Like he did. He mentally grumbles at that memory. Of being.... cared for. It was odd. So odd, and weird, and something he wasn't ready to face again.]

Fate may have been kind to you this time, but I motherfucking assure you that NEXT TIME YOU WON'T BE SO MOTHERFUCKING LUCKY.

I am not sure fate had anything to do with it, Highblood.

[Pauses a second, giving him a sort of significant eyebrow raise. You had your chance, bro, and you didn't take it. He is desperately curious about this, though... this is another thing he will keep to himself]

Also the threats are getting kind of uh, dull. You've gotten boring already.

[He makes a loud snarling sound, but doesn't visibly move or jump up in anger like he usually does. Just kinda... sitting here and mulling over things while stewing in his anger at the same time. Lots of feelings going on right now.

And you'll never know if you don't ask. He'll just let your curiosity kill you, little kitty.]

Are you sure that it is MORE MOTHERFUCKING EXCITEMENT that you are all looking for, motherfucker?

[Just... clicks his tongue against his teeth at the snarl. Ooo scary oh wait no you're on the other side of a computer screen DOUCHEBAG]

Been there, done that. Several times now. You're just no good for excitement. It's cute that you uh, tried though. [...the corner of his mouth twitches, but this is the only sign that there are a whole bunch of FEELINGS and CURIOSITY rolling around in his head right now]

[Yes, yes... this whole Sitting Behind a Computer Screen business makes it much more difficult to get a rise out of the Summoner, though, when he thinks about it, it's hard to a get a rise out of him at all anywhere. It's annoying as hell, man.

He doesn't read the mouth twitch as anything interesting and ignores it. Fuck you you smug bastard goddddd

The Summoner is just trying to make him angry, he knows this. It works pretty well all things considered, but he knows better than to just make a total babbling fool of himself. Sure, most of the time he already sounds like that, but those are usually on purpose!]

Is that motherfucking so? I SUPPOSE I GOT TO BE STEPPING UP MY GAME A LITTLE, THEN. Don't I? [He slowly rubs his chin a little, appearing almost unaffected by the Summoner's mocking words, even though he is. It's almost like the Summoner's challenging him to attack again, or maybe it's a trap? Who knows for sure these days........]

Dunno. Do you?

[Okay that is... actual genuine curiosity right there. It's certainly not the question he really wants to ask - why didn't you kill me - but it's one of the many that have cluttered up behind that big one. He leans forward again, leaning on his elbows and eyeing the Highblood]

You could stop.

Edited 2011-12-26 13:44 (UTC)

[When the Signless had suggested that he stop or spouted out off his ideals and shit, he had to listen. He had no choice, seeing as he had been immobile, bound to the infirmary bed. It's no different here, seeing as he couldn't physically do anything to punish the Summoner for suggesting such a thing -- not that it would've connected. The Summoner wouldn't have been that stupid, suggesting such a thing in the same room.

He could've turned the video off, just left it at that, because fuckkkk nobody just tells him to stop. There's no way he can just stop after sweeps and sweeps of doing the same job that he loved and believed was the way of bringing about the Vast Honk.]

Yeah... you would motherfucking like that. You and all you other motherfucking heretical blasphemous MOTHERFUCKING PIECES OF SHIT. Can't stop this trainwreck, you know. Shit's gotta keep running when there's still some motherfucking fuel to burn. That is all what the beliefs are in this fucking analogy, motherfucker. Fuel. I'LL MOTHERFUCKING STOP.......

WHEN THE FUEL runs out.

[not that he believed it would ever happen. there's no way some lowblooded non-believer who didn't know shit about the Vast Honk and its reckoning could prove anything's existence, or the lack of it.

He lowers his head, sort of glowering at the floor.]

[Stares....................... Well fuck. Not that he really thought that would get him anywhere, but it's always frustrating to have his worser fears confirmed. There is a moment where he struggles with himself about whether he should try to appeal to him, or return to mocking him and his beliefs, or if he should just shut the video off right now. Instead, he sits back again, looking off to the side]

Are you sulking again.

[Yeah........he's... totally sulking right now. It's not even well hidden this time. Just straight up sulking. This place was no sort of place for a subjugglator to get his beliefs on, especially if he was alone. The strength of worship was in numbers! Massive numbers! One troll, no matter how great, couldn't possibly do it all........ and this is why he is sulking.]

Yeah. It's just a motherfucking shame.

What is...

[Does he really want to know? Probably not. But too late, he already asked. Sigh. Hopefully he doesn't get another whisper-scream monologue... @_@ Hope... fully...]

[His eyes suddenly darted up at the screen and he growled.]

EVERYTHING. Not like you all need to be motherfucking knowing....

[welp, sulking is in full force now. It's almost kind of silly! for once, he just doesn't feel like rattling off about his crazy clown religion.]

[...normally he gets the feeling he would be surprised by this. No monologue??? WHAT?? Instead the absolute ridiculousness of the Highblood sulking like a fucking wiggler strikes him as suddenly... really really gross. Or undignified? Maybe unattr... ac... ti........ ve............ wow nope, not that last one]

You-- [Halts almost mid word, gritting his teeth. The little thing at the back of his head has decided to go nuts again, his whole body's gone weirdly tense, and he is not sure what exactly he is about to say. So he ops for just... glaring at the screen rather then letting himself say something he'll regret]

[ nope nope nope don't care he don't give a shit what you all feel hahahahjsds but he collects himself. this is no way to be behaving, even for a sulking subjugglator. almost like a tense coil suddenly cut in half, his voice booms--]

WHAT, MOTHERFUCKER? YOU ALL GOT A MOTHERFUCKING PROBLEM?

[He should probably have startled. Would have opened his wings and gotten the hell away from this conversation, computer screen or no, because clearly he is not going to get anywhere here, so what is the point. But no, he actually leans in slightly, hand tightening so hard he can almost feel his palms start to give under his claws. His voice is barely a whisper after that boom]

[Spoilers: this presentation has been edited for time and graphic content]

You're disgusting.

[The reaction is similar, as he too leans in without even really thinking about it. His voice is at a more normal level now, but still a lot of seething hatred seeps out with his words. God damn this computer, why couldn't the Summoner be right here, all up in his face instead where he could reach him and claw his face off?

Then he just starts laughing uncontrollably.]

GOOD, MOTHERFUCKER. Glad to be all hearing that shit from a shitstain like yourself, it's a motherfucking breath of stale lowblood-worthy air.

[OH MY GOD HE WANTS TO KILL HIM SO MUCH LKSDJFLJSDLFJLSDF Somehow this thought still manages to catch him off-guard despite it being a recurring theme in his head since their fight. Maybe because he's actually talking to him right now so it's... way louder then it's been since it started cluttering up his think pan]

[But see, words have never really been his thing, and unfortunately, all of the words not involved intimately in declaring his intentions to murder the Highblood as slowly as possible have currently decided to bugger off somewhere where he cannot make them come out of his mouth]

[So it's his turn to glower, hatred described into every line of his face, into the hard line of his shoulders and the way his wings have half opened to frame him, into the blood that is slowly creeping over his nail where he finally did pierce his skin. Good fucking god, he has never hated anyone the way he hates this motherfucking subjugglator]

[Even though he's laughing, the narrow eyed glare doesn't let up for a second as they continue to stare each other down. The laugh tapers off into a chuckle, finding the hate building up between them extremely amusing. He can't help but find himself enjoying moments like these. The chances to build up enough feelings in the first place to have platonic hate for someone is rare for him, so he can't help but feel super excited about this. Usually his interactions involved one of two things: either they were culled, or were just platonic professional allies -- highbloods and the bluebloods and the like.

Fuck it if the Summoner didn't feel the same sort of glee that he did, and even better if he reciprocated. He didn't care either way. Just feeling this way again in a long while is more than enough for him.]

Heh heh, cat got your motherfucking tongue?

[STOP LAUGHING. He almost says this several times, and it is only the way he has nearly locked his jaw that keeps it from getting away from him. He gets the feeling if he started yelling at him, he wouldn't stop until all these feels had been laid out on the table where everyone could see them. And that is the absolute last thing he wants]

[So he waits... and when he finally gets that heady rush of FUCK HE NEEDS TO DIE under control, he lifts his chin a little, showing off the long curve of his neck]

How's your throat doing. [Let him see your scars, Highblood...!]

[The highblood smirks, traces of his laughter finally fading out. He used to have bandages wrapped around his neck, but they are gone and fresh scars covered them. Scars normally don't bother him, but it's a mark left by the Summoner, and that in itself is annoying. His jaw goes rigid, but his grin remains.]

Just motherfucking fine. TICKLES A LITTLE. [He brushes his fingertips against the scars, feeling the tender skin give slightly and his eyes roll back involuntarily, just barely, at the memory of claws and teeth. It's difficult, but he manages to quiet a low moan.] But now I all got a motherfucking question for you.

[...oh my god. Oh no. OH NO. What is this trickery, making his gaze move very much against his will, tracing the scars, following the faint roll of the Highblood's eyes, and the press of finger tips to skin. He realizes he wants nothing more then for those scars to stay long after he's dead, and he hunches his shoulders, going small and tight and tense in the effort to stifle the shiver that tries to work its way down his spine]

Then ask it.

[The smirk slowly stretches for a moment before he gets a hold of it, bringing it back to a less hideous size. The way the summoner shrinks into himself is a nice reaction and he practically revels in it, but oh right, back to the question!]

How did you all rid yourself of the UNSIGHTLY MOTHERFUCKING SCARS? I just don't all see a single trace of my claws and teeth on your skin... [He runs his tongue over his teeth and lips. It's curious how he has scars but the lowblood shit didn't. He's pretty sure that he did some damage, after all.]