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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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[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.

[His leer lessens, turning into more of a steady gaze, his eyes still heavy-lidded as he continued to watch the Summoner do this thing....breaking his furniture... ok man, go ahead, he didn't need that thing anyway. But yeah, he's definitely watching. Watching from the corner of his eye, only just allowing himself the smallest of turns. Even watching him do the most normal or mundane of things is interesting... which is really weird, even for him, but now's not the time to dwell on that.

He eyes the makeshift weapons with little interest, keeping his focus on the Summoner's face. His fingers twitch in anticipation, wondering what he's going to do next. Will he approach him quickly or slowly? Would it surprise him? Would it even work? If it fails, would he feel angry enough to retaliate? So many questions are swimming in his sponge and it makes him feel lightheaded, though he's pretty sure it's not just from the thinking and has more to do with the Summoner's intense presence.]

More accusations! HEH HEH HEH. I don't remember touching no delicate parts of your anatomy, unless you count your MOTHERFUCKING WINGS. [He shrugs mockingly, grinning in what only he considers as "friendly".]

[Oh man, nose wrinkling again. He is super unsure what to make of that "friendly" smile there, especially when it makes something go almost hopeful in his throat. Swallows. Nope. Whatever he's hopeful about is just not a thing he needs to concern himself with now. He stands still for the moment, lets the mention of what the Highblood almost did to his wings bring back the rage that had got him here in the first place. That cold glare from before sinks into his skin, darkens his eyes, and his wings flare open suddenly, humming and shimmering. Showing off--]

[NO. FUCK'S SAKE. Not showing off. Not... anything like that. They snap shut just as suddenly as they openeed and then he's just... walking towards him lkjsdlfkjlj Completely loose, not threatening at all except for the makeshift weapons in his hands]

Don't lie, Highblood. Manners.

[He feels his throat close up slightly at the sight, but he's regained a lot more control over himself when it came to the wings. To his disappointment, they are gone as quickly as they had appeared, and he continues watching him, careful, but not giving away any signs.

Only when the lowblood says that one word: manners, does his smile start to fade a little. Ugh, that is so incredibly cheeky, annoying, and motherfucking insubordinate! Though that last one is usually reserved for trolls that he doesn't even give a single fuck about, whether it's in good or bad ways. He knows for sure that the rebel is exactly that, a rebel. Not like insubordination means fuck all to him, right? Anyway, it's enough to sour his mood a little.]

You have got no motherfucking RIGHT to be lecturing ME about manners, SUMMONER....but say I did fuck your head up a bit. WHO THE FUCK CARES? You're still doing just fine.

[eyes the clubs briefly, then back up at the Summoner. they're both loose, relaxed in appearance, and calm like the moments before the storm....]

Edited 2011-12-31 10:10 (UTC)

[Stops in front of him, just far enough away that he doesn't have to tilt his head too far to look up at his face. He's got... the ghost of his usual smirk across his face. Most of his head is filled with being angry and fighting back the other, utterly horrifying thing behind that, but he can still find the time to be a snide, annoying prick]

Hey you're uh... right. I'm still alive, aren't I... I wonder why, that is? [The smirk turns a little expectant. Please for the love of christ finally tell him why you didn't kill him @_@ He... hides how much he wants this answer though, by lifting one hand and lskdjflkj poking the Highblood in the chest with the table leg. It's all done slowly, still relaxed, so hopefully it doesn't look like an attack but... who knows!]

[He regards the stick poking his chest with an impassive stare, seemingly unoffended by it. His body nudges slightly from the poke, rolling back on his heels slightly though the movement already seems exaggerated. The grin doesn't return for the highblood as he brushes the table leg aside with a soft snort.

Why he didn't kill him......... he wonders if this would be a good idea. Maybe it's too soon. Maybe he doesn't even know! The more seconds that go by as he looks down at the Summoner, the more he feels that bubbling mixture of disgust and glee, that desire to just say it outright--]

Nothing to it. Can't a brother just have more important motherfucking needs to attend to, like stopping from bleeding to death?

[No, he's not just going to tell him. That's no fun. You can't just skip to the end. Gotta play it all out, nice and slow. Though if the Summoner wants to speed things up a little, he would not mind. How about you put those table legs to good use sometime soon, hm?

He extends his arm again, slowly, so that it too doesn't look like an attack. His palm faces up, wicked claws spreading as he barely reaches out a pointer finger and lets it ghost up the Summoner's arm, over the shoulder and nearing his neck.] BESIDES, from what I all learned here, DEATH HERE IS BETTER THAN MOTHERFUCKING MUTILATION. I've witnessed that shit. They just all come back good as fucking new. A new, refreshed motherfucking body, and I just couldn't wish that on a motherfucker, NOW COULD I?

What...? [But... His eyes flicker for a second to the Highblood's throat, find each point of the scars he set there and... lkajsdlkfj oh no. How can he kill him if it means they'll go away... )8]

[...wait LKSDJFLKJSDF more importantly!!! He suddenly steps to the side, setting a table leg against the Highblood's wrist and pushing dat claw away. Man, whatever this is is really screwing with him. He was actually sort of okay with it being there for a second, the threat of it making his skin prickle, adrenalin turning his head even funnier then it is now. Sighs, smirk sliding away so he's just... glaring again]

I suppose you'd know, wouldn't you.
[Dammit, what is he supposed to do now. He is feeling super possessive about those scars, but he did promise to take his throat. Also he wants to kill him, remember. Right. Yeah. That's still definitely a thing. Stalling for now lakjdf]

[Oho, that brief moment of letting the claws crawl up his arm makes the highblood smile. He lets the Summoner push it away, and lets the arm drop to his side...for now. The rebel is playing hard to get, and doing pretty damn well at it, but the highblood has plenty of patience today. Lucky day for you, Summoner!!!]

I do know. Motherfucking surprises all up in here when I saw it. Real shame though... kinda liked the look of motherfucking blue and purple hand-shaped bruises. [He trails off, staring at him almost expectantly. He doesn't want to resort to any drastic measures, but if the Summoner is this intent on stalling.....]

[...what in the name of god is that look. Why is he expectant of all things. Wrinkles his nose. Stop it. It just makes him want to fight you even more]

You uh... look like you want to get to the, point. [Waits... just long enough that the Highblood might try to answer before lksjdf flicking one of the legs at the guy's face and following after it, moving to grab his shoulder and hike himself up high enough to... well... get to the point...!]

[That is so uncool. He was just about to say something, too, though he covers it up quite well by being distracted by the table leg for a second, grunting irritably at the diversion. His eyes widen just a fraction as the Summoner closes in, hand on his shoulder and...making his point....!

His hands won't move at first, almost letting the rebel do what he wants, but his instincts suddenly kick in. He lets out a nasty growl and tightly grabs a leg, tugging at it -- though not hard enough to pull him off completely. Just enough to try and keep him from his throat, for even just a second.]

IT'S ABOUT TIME, MOTHERFUCKER... but don't think I'll make it motherfucking EASY for you, heh.