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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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[ 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.

[He leans in some more in a conversational way, almost friendly. It's sort of a bizarre gesture, man. Just think of the weirdest and most mundane body language you can fit this motherfucker in and you got it. Btw, he's talking pretty quick. You won't really get much of a word in.]

BUT SEE... out of all these hopeful starry-eyed motherfuckers, there's also a lot of bleeding hearts out there. JUST BLEEDING ALL THE FUCK OVER THE PLACE. It makes a motherfucker both sick and interested at the same time, and by some miraculous chance, you gotta hold of one of them, and got them to work their motherfucking voodoo magic shit. AND WHEN I FIND THEM...

[ His smile suddenly turns into a sharp frown.] They're mine, motherfucker.

[Oh no, it's a fucking monologue. Though he supposes technically he asked for it this time. It still makes his eye twitch a little at all those words though, at least until... those last few, and then his mouth flattens into a long, thin line. See, here's the thing. He is perfectly 0kay with someone threatening him. That is such a normalized part of his life, it just makes him laugh most days. And if he's honest with himself - a thing he has been avoiding at all costs when it comes to the subject of the Highblood lately - the subjugglator's threats make him hum with something wholly alive and almost pleasant, underneath the hate. So other then the confusing emotions, he was pretty much fine with this little back and forth]

[But he will not ever stand for his allies being threatened, even if at this point the ally in question is basically anonymous from the Highblood's perspective. There is just nothing that will get you killed quicker then telling him you'll hurt one of his soldiers right to his face. His voice is dangerously low when he speaks, and the usual hesitation has... gone away entirely]

Highblood. [Offers him a slow, nasty sort of smile] I believe you are calling me a liar. Do you really want to see my scars so badly that you forget your fuckin manners? [Willow was forced to give up before he was completely healed, so yeah... there are marks left over. But they are all across his back mostly, and therefore.... under his clothes, so...] Pathetic old troll.

[The expression on the highblood's face remains rigid and unmoving, still frowning and glowering at him like he hadn't even heard the other troll. But he did. Oh, he sure did.]

Hey.

[It's not exactly obvious, but if one looked hard enough, they would be able to tell that the highblood was shaking a little. His orange eyes burn redder and redder with passing moments, like he's about to go on a warpath, appearing nearly blind with rage. What sort of arrogant shit for blood peasant think he had any right to be all lecturing him about motherfucking manners? He certainly didn't think the Summoner deserved that sort of treatment before, and especially not now. He straightens up in his seat, his eyes wide and red, staring down at the screen. The darkness of the room and the curtain of scraggly messy hair shrouds the rest of his face in shadow.

If there's anything good that came out of this exchange, is that the highblood knew what buttons to push.]

Lighten up, motherfucker. It was...A MOTHERFUCKING JOKE. [Not a single look of mirth or humor is on the highblood's face. It's both the best and worst joke he has come up with so far.]

[Well your sense of humor is terrible, broskie. But oh... Oh, he notices the shaking, notices every shade of red his eyes go through before they settle on that blind rage, and... guess what? He's laughing. Highbloods are just so goddamn easy to prickle. The bare suggestion you maybe don't respect them as motherfuckin royalty, and they go off. Like clockwork]

[So he's laughing, sort of quiet, under his breath at first, smile widening until it's more the threat of bared fangs then anything like a smile at all. And the laugh just bubbles up in his throat until it's loud and braying, like this is the funniest thing he's ever fucking heard. Lookit how funny he thinks you are!!!! NOT. REALLY]

[And then the sound stops suddenly, choked off, and he reaches up to touch the computer screen, setting the point of his claw on the Highblood's throat. His expression is eerily genuine and sweet after the daymare worthy face he was making before]

The next time I see you, I'm going to rip your throat out. Okay? [Winks after a second, like he's just made adorable plans with his matesprit rather then promised to kill him]

[The obnoxious laughter does nothing to ease his shaking and anger, and he could've seriously just flipped all the things in that room right then, but then the laughter suddenly ceases.

Whoa.

Whoa.

While the serious look is still there, his eyes flicker between red and orange, his eyes fixed on the Summoner's face and the claw, just hovering there with purpose that was unbeknownst to the highblood.

This is... unacceptable. That look the Summoner gives him coupled with the contrasting death threat makes him swallow a lump in his throat, and it shouldn't have, but here he is. Fortunately, his reaction isn't so visible through the video feed, and he's grateful for it. A rush of ...something washes over him and he can't stop the low rumbling sound the back of his throat.]

Heh heh HEH heh HEH...

[The shaky chuckle fades and his eyes narrow into slits. He almost sounds... happy, but that's probably just your imagination.]

You motherfucking promise?

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