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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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[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.]

[For fuck's sake. His hands leave the table in front of him, disappearing out of sight of the camera. He is now sticking his claws into the underside of his knee, biting the inside of his cheek because it's better then biting his lip in front of the Highblood. What is happen he is so distressed by all of these inexplicable emotions lkjdfglkj]

Upset you didn't hurt me as badly as you thought? [At least he can turn his smirk on full force at that]

[An unsure mix of his earlier grin and confusion and disappointment. It's mostly in the eyes though, since his grin is still there, if a little less sharper than usual. There had to have been a trick or something! You don't get away from the highblood with a few deep gashes which will never heal completely. His claws had dug all the way to his fleshy fingertips, he remembered the feeling of soft skin give away, the wings beating furiously--

ok ok ok stop he had to control himself!!!]

Must admit, motherfucker... I'M A LITTLE DISAPPOINTED. They would've looked real motherfucking nice. YOU DIDN'T GET NO AID FROM SOME FUCKER, DID YOU? [He raises an eyebrow, smiling wider in return. No way you're gonna get a leg up on him already.]

[He grins a little wider at the confusion, even if it is only in his eyes. HAHA LITTLE VICTORIES]

Nope. I got through it all on my own...! You're losing your touch, Highblood.

Nah, nah, nah... that just ain't MOTHERFUCKING RIGHT. Nigh motherfucking impossible, I'm all telling you, motherfucker.

[gestures wildly and shakes his head, laughing and grumbling all at the same time. It's more like a laugh of disbelief. The Summoner is fucking with him! He's convinced of this!]

[He's muttering nearly inaudible things under his breath, look away from the camera] ....hiding shit from me, motherfucker, i'll find.....

Speak up, Highblood, I can't hear you. Miraculously enough.

[...tilts his head a little] Unless, I guess, you're going to threaten me again... because, like I said, uh... that's getting boring.

No, motherfucker. NO THREATENING GOING ALL UP IN THIS BITCH....

[Looks a bit distracted if anything, absentmindedly touching at his neck again. He's mostly wondering if it's worth going out and finding whoever or whatever it was that could've caused such a phenomenon. As far as he knew, the only way people came back completely unscathed was through death -- as it was made obvious by a human wriggler he had killed before.]

[Stares... at him... Why does this jerk look so distracted. More importantly, why does he care. Why does the Highblood being distracted make him want to stick his claws in his think pan and pull his thoughts out like they're physical things that can be handled at all]

[For. Fuck's. Sake. He is breaking his cardinal rule of conversing with highbloods by asking this. What is even happening to him @_@ Annoyance obvious in his voice]

Then what are you, doing.

[he turns back to the camera, starting to look annoyed by the conversation now since it's breaking his train of thought. But the fact that the Summoner is still interested in talking to him makes him grin, though the Summoner didn't need to know that.]

Just thinking. CARE TO MOTHERFUCKING KNOW WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT? Because I have business to all attend to, if you don't.

Edited 2011-12-28 04:10 (UTC)

[Wrinkles his nose at the Highblood's annoyance, like a child. It's a wonder he doesn't stick his tongue at him. Don't you get annoyed with him. If anyone should be annoyed, it's definitely not you!!!!]

[But uh... other then that he's actually quiet for a... bit... arguing with himself between whether he should finally just... fucking leave or stay and pick the guy's sponge a little. Eventually, he figures probably the Highblood's 'business' is just as likely to include more random murder as not, so he is probably doing the tower a favor by keeping him occupied. Also he's curious, but this is DEFINITELY secondary to his choice to continue the conversation. TOTALLY. SECONDARY]

[Sighs heavily] I have offered to listen to... the thoughts of several other residents, if they... cared to share them. It would be, remiss of me, I uh, guess, if I didn't offer you the same.

[ SECONDARY INDEED. He takes the Summoner's reaction in stride, breaking out into a very pleased grin compared to his earlier sort of amused one. He didn't expect the troll to stick around and actually listen to him, regardless of his reasons. It's not like he was in a rush to go around killing things anyway, so whatever reason the Summoner had for keeping him around didn't matter to him.

You have the highblood's undivided attention now! Congrats. He leans forward, elbow propped up on his knee -- he didn't use the uncomfortably small chairs in the room, opting for sitting cross-legged on the floor -- and leans against his hand. ]

That's real sweet, motherfucker. SO SWEET TO BE ALL OFFERING YOUR EAR UP FOR CONVERSATION WITH ME. Maybe I should feel motherfucking honored.

[He cackles, then waves his hand dismissively.... of his own words.... yeah, anyway.]

SEE, I've been all reevaluating my opinions about the motherfucking unfortunate citizens of this tower, and I gotta say, it really got my surprise on. MOTHERFUCKERS REALLY KNOW HOW TO SURPRISE, YOU KNOW? I couldn't be all believing myself when a wriggler just up and picked me up, like I was not even a weight she couldn't be handling.

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME ALL STARTED ON THE MAGIC, BROTHER. Shit's unreal, you know what I'm saying? I used to be all thinking 'hey, magic doesn't motherfucking exist that shit's just not even a thing'. A MIRACLE HERE AND THERE, MAYBE, but magic? Nah... that's all a different tale.

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