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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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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?

[Hmm... well he's taking it as happiness and combined with that rumbling and the shaky chuckle, it makes him shudder so hard he is not really able to hide it completely, and sets that little crazy thing off again. He is not so sure he shouldn't just listen to every single violent thing it says anymore. He just wants to reach through the screen and do it now. Kill him. Or maybe...]

[No no. Just kill him. Maybe listening to the crazy thing is still a bad idea, and he shoves it away again as he takes his claw off the screen and flips the Highblood off]

Of course. Watch your back.

[Manage to choke out a laugh, still reeling from the rush of bloodlust and just....plain ol' lust, apparently! God, he just loves to hate this guy already, and they've only just met. He already admitted this to himself a while back, but he is certain now. There is no one quite like the Summoner.]

Don't all keep me motherfucking waiting too long. [The middle finger doesn't bother the highblood one bit, and with that, he reaches for the video feed switch and shuts it off.]

[Sees him reaching for the switch, so the last thing the Highblood is treated to is the Summoner picking himself and slipping off frame]

[Coming to get you 8>]

[Hm.

Interesting.

He doesn't move from his seat, and just looks around the room. Piles of tables and chairs and just pushed off to the sides, the entire room just a big honking mess. He likes making things difficult for everyone, apparently. On the outside he appears calm, but his blood is boiling and he's so so very excited about this. It's only been a week and the Summoner wants to see him already!! So exciting, he can barely contain himself.]

[OKAY SEE, NO. HE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN. At least that is what the logical sensible part of him is saying. He already got his shit wrecked once, why is he seeking the guy out this time??? But, as we all know by now, he is terrible at listening to that part of him as it is, and something about this conversation has got him all riled up and humming under his skin. Inexplicable emotions and all that]

[And actually he doesn't expect the Highblood to stay in the same place either. Not necessarily because he's afraid of him - ahaha a subjugglator admitting fear over a lowblood, whether it's warranted or not - but just out of boredom or the need to go get to those things he said he had to attend to... So sit tight, bro, the Summoner... is gonna go poking around some of the other floors first, trying to figure the first place the Highblood would go. Then he debates for a bit about whether the guy would've... really... stayed in one place...]

[AND ONLY THEN does he wander up to the room he identified as the Highblood's, and slowly, slowly look inside. Trying to stay hidden for the moment, something he is surprisingly good at when he's not being an obnoxious asshole... And so he waits there, watching the subjugglator until he's pretty sure he won't be seen as he... steps in the door... grabs a chair... and chucks it... at the back of his head...]

[Did you miss him }8)]

[He's lost in thought, like really motherfucking deep in thought. Sure, he had things he said he had to tend to, but the Summoner was actively seeking him out. So fuck his original plans, because this is way more fun.

Though it probably would've been a good idea to keep his eye out on the door, but he's spacing out, in that stupid state that he hates find himself in. Fortunately, it doesn't happen often, but damn, he just had to find the perfect time to do it.]

[THOK!

The chair collides with the back of his head, and he hunches his shoulder in surprise, letting out a sharp growl. He turns his head slightly to glare over his shoulder, then slowly picks himself off the ground. His stance is wary and cautious, because although he is thrilled to see him, he's not a fool. The Summoner promised a slashed throat, and while he appreciates the genuine threat, he doesn't actually want it injured again.]

..............

[...oh no he regrets coming here now. Because while that... crazy little voice had been easy to ignore before this, and only marginally more annoying when this was through a computer? Now it's like it got its own set of teeth that have gone and sunk into his sponge so suddenly he actually jerks up, shoulders straightening, holding his chin up a little higher. He wants to...]

[Wants...]

[LKJSDKLFJ he doesn't know, or at least doesn't want to know, and after a second he grabs another chair, refusing to take his eyes off the Highblood. His breath comes as a heavy sigh through his nose, hands clenching and unclenching like he isn't sure what to do next. This is a dilemma he should never ever be in as a soldier, and yet... here he is]

You look nervous, Highblood.

[A small, sly smile spreads across his lips. His hands are in non-threatening positions, not even reaching for anything to use as a weapon, but he he looks anything but harmless.

He tilts his head slightly in a questioning manner, his eyes steadily boring holes into the Summoner's face in that half deadpan half amused way, taking in every subtle movement from the clenching of his hands to the heavy breath, that sort of stiff posture.... brother needs to all relax a little.]

I am not even close to being what you think, motherfucker. I'M GOOD. [Then he gives the Summoner a good once over, not even being at all subtle about it.] You sure it isn't you that isn't motherfucking nervous?

[Why isn't he going for anything... Probably because he isn't taking him seriously. And why should he, you failed last time, idiot. Failure. You had your claws right there and you--]

[Stop]

[Okay, wow, he hasn't questioned his ability to fight someone like this since he was sent into his first battle. Sweeps ago. What the fuck. Worse, it doesn't even feel like the usual way he puts himself down. It's much more like he's ridiculing his past so he does better this time. Proves himself, but he's got nothing to prove to any highblood. He gave up on that task just as many sweeps ago. LKJSDLFKJLKSDFJ WAIT FUCK HE ISN'T BREATHING, that is one of those tell-tale signs of nervousness... or thinking too hard. Or both. He sighs again and knows that... that means he cannot bluff his way out of... this...]

[Wait. Suddenly his eyes focus, lock onto that completely unsubtle way the Highblood is looking him over and... welp... buttons are pushed]

Don't! [And the chair goes flying through the air at the Highblood before he can even think about it, and he's running immediately after. Doesn't know how he'll get to the guy's throat like this, but he can certainly try...!]

[The chair doesn't serve its original purpose, as the highblood merely lifts a hand and snatches it in mid-air, planning on swinging it like a club. He barks out a laugh as the Summoner speeds towards him, barely having any time to finish the laugh. It's ridiculous how determined this lowblood is to try and attack him head-on, which is so stupid. With the Summoner charging at him without even a proper weapon in hand, the highblood can't help but feel slightly insulted.

But well, he'll humor him. He bends his knees slightly to get into a more defensive stance, a stance he doesn't use too often... but hey, if the Summoner is just going to run towards him with nothing but spit and courage, he could lower his standards a little, too.]

Don't what? [His grin only grows more hideous and evil.]

[Nope nope nope, the second the chair gets caught his wings hum alive and he jumps off to the side, planting his feet a ways out range of his swing. After a moment, he starts circling around him though, not especially quick. He is not trying to confuse him or even get behind him oddly enough. He is just trying to keep moving because if he keeps moving he can't be caught as easily... );]

Stop. Whatever you're doing, just... stop it. [Bares his teeth for a second, something that might have been a hiss if he were an animal. Highbloods don't usually have psychic powers, right? But he's heard some subjugglators can induce fear in their prey? This doesn't really feel like fear, but fuck if he knows. He just wants it to go away so he can return to wanting to JUST KILL HIM AND NOTHING ELSE. GOD. Looks for all the world like he might charge him again, but he just keeps circling....]

[This highblood has no interest in striking fear into the Summoner. He doesn't need to use any of his chucklevoodoo on a guy he doesn't want to turn into a paranoid mess. Who the fuck would want that? Not him.

Although the Summoner is out of reach, the highblood feels content with his position on the ground. He doesn't care that he can't reach him at the moment, and just lets him buzz around like an agitated fly. He'll find his chance to swat him down soon enough. The words being wretched from the lowblood's mouth makes his skin prickle in a oddly pleasant sort of way. There's something seriously bothering the Summoner, and not in the usual "oh this highblood is evil let's kill it" sort of way, but... something else.

For one, he's not attacking him anymore... just circling... which in itself is a bit annoying, but he can be patient.]

What is all up with the motherfucking accusations, motherfucker? I'M JUST STANDING HERE, WAITING FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR MOTHERFUCKING MOVE. You sure your thinkpan all in its right place?

[He leers at the flying troll, making sure to keep him in his sight at all times. It's a good thing his peripheral vision is good -- except when he's spacing out, anyway.]

[Oh my god no this can't be a thing that's coming from him... Wait no, he has no reason to trust what he's saying. This is a highblood who kills lowbloods for sport and for pay. There is literally no reason for him to tell the truth. Right. Remember this. Whatever he's doing, it's fucking with your head. Just... try to concentrate...]

[Okay. He stops where he is pretty sure the edge of the Highblood's vision is, braces his hand against one of the table legs and proceeds to kick it. Twice and the thing snaps off. He hits it against the table itself, listens to the crack of the wood together, and feels a little better. He came here to kill him. No big deal, even if he can't help glancing at the Highblood as he goes to break another leg off, just to see if he's watching now]

My sponge is fine um... except where you've, fucked with it.

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