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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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[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.

[Snarls back in frustration as he loses his chance when he was that close, and catches the Highblood's shoulder by a couple free fingers. Somewhere in the back of his head, he's wondering why the guy isn't just throwing him across the room, but this is not something he really has time to acknowledge. He knows he'll need a better grip then he's got, and he needs to get the second table leg in the hand where he can actually use it instead of the one hooked around his shoulder. So there's shifting as he tries to pull himself a little closer despite the hand on his leg. Slides the bit of wood out of his hand, sinking his newly freed claws in--]

Good...! Better not. [--and thwacking him in the head with the makeshift weapon]

[The nails digging in his shoulder and their too close proximity makes his blood rush to his head, his grin only getting wider. The smack to his head forces his head to one side and he goes silent for a beat, but a low growl rises from the depth of his scarred throat. His grip tightens around the leg in his possession and he pulls the troll off of him, swinging him down towards the ground like he would a club.

Now this was more like it.]

That all you GOT?

[Well shit, this is the opposite of what he wanted, and not just because he's headed towards the ground. He was kinda enjoying how close they were. Which is another thought he's locking away to be screamed about later]

[No, for now all his attention goes to his wings and the broken edge of the wood. The wings because he's just going to just... tell physics to go fuck itself, using all of his not insubstantial power to counter act the swing. While he can't stop himself, he can certainly lessen the eventual blow. And the pointy edge of his weapon because he's going to slam that into the Highblood's wrist. It's certainly not sharp enough to pierce, but the raggedy edge probably hurts like a motherfucker]

Fuck you!

[The gust of wind from the flapping wings probably does help, but the highblood hardly notices, his attention more focused on the sharp pain his wrist. He releases him with a grunt, but still grinning at him. He's enjoying himself this time around in comparison to their first fight where all he wanted to do was kill kill kill.

He cackles loudly. So mature. So smart.]

It's a little early for all that, don't you motherfucking think? GETTING TOO OVEREAGER IS WHAT I ALL THINK.

[Oh my god... hits the ground and just lksjdf stays there for a second, kind of... blushing like a wiggler actually. THAT WAS NOT WHAT HE MEANT YOU DICK. Hooks a foot around his knee after a second, trying to pull it out from under him as he stands. Good lord, anyone else. Any other highblood and he'd have some obnoxious thing to say to that, but right now? It is probably a little too accurate for him to be able to mock it]

SHUT UP. [...wow yeah, words are not his thing okay. And he's flustered besides. Don't judge him]

[He does a cruel little chuckle at the sight, the Summoner on his back, blushing and flustered, unable to form a proper retort.... it's just too much! He can't stop laughing, just finding him to be so utterly pathetic, even when the Summoner makes a valiant effort to trip him up. In fact, he indulges him, laughing too hard to care anyway. He crashes onto one knee, furrowing his brows and sort of half-glaring at him.

Then he straightens his back, his eyes narrowing, and brings his hands up to his own neck. Rubbing it, he licks his lip suggestively.]

You sure that's what you all want? MOTHERFUCKER SUDDENLY LACKS A LOT OF BITE IN THEM WORDS. It ain't like you, it's fucking sad. [chuckles again, but his smile starts to thin out.]

[Nope...]

[Nope]

[NOPE]

[See for a second, he actually looks like he might.. give up? Or give in. Just fall with him and... Something. THIS IS ALL JUST SO DISTRESSING]

[But at the suggestion that he is... sad, that he is lacking anything in this fight, all the bare and unfettered rage returns to him, makes his gaze and his smile vicious. He is going to kill him, and whatever else happens between now and the Highblood's last, choking breath, he doesn't really care anymore. Scars be damned. Everything be damned. There is something quite freeing about finally letting the crazy voice in his think pan shriek through the whole of him, turn him into something he has not ever wanted to be before. He imagines this is what his cavalreapers feel like just before they snap irreparably...]

[So he throws the table leg against the ground so hard it bounces, throwing all of his weight against the Highblood just afterward. His hands go for his throat, trying to trap the subjugglator's hands where they are. Make him regret mocking him when he well knows there's a promise in place]

Edited 2012-01-01 09:34 (UTC)

[Oh.

Oh, yes.

This is the moment he's been waiting for. The highblood had pushed the rebel to this point, and all his efforts had paid off. All that ridiculously obvious caliginous flirting mixed in with genuine threats and insults had finally gotten through to the cavalreaper, and is showing the highblood a rare side of himself that he knows only he'll get to witness. It's a real fucking special moment, and he loves it.

When the Summoner surges forward, arms outstretched, the highblood reels back slightly, his breath hitching once at the maddeningly frightful and angry expression that one normally never saw on a lowblood. His hand around his throat lifts away but a strong pair of hands clamp around it and his neck, nails digging into the soft flesh. He lets out a hiss of both pleasure and pain, glaring at the other at near eye-level for once and waits to see what he'll do next. It's practically suicide, because he knows the Summoner won't hesitate now, but he can't help but be curious! Damn his curiosity, it will surely be his downfall someday. Maybe today will be that day.]

Edited 2012-01-01 10:03 (UTC)

[Something distant and completely disconnected from the Summoner in this moment is surprised the Highblood doesn't do anything. Because, indeed, he does not hesitate, finding the spaces between trapped fingers and kneading little circles so the skin will give easier when he finally digs his claws in. Both sides together, at the same time, and his thumbs cross, settle on either side of the trachea though he does not try to take it yet. He is torn between his original promise of ripping it out, or piercing it and letting him drown in his own purple blood, or letting him asphyxiate just like this where they are much too close. Too many choices. Too many and he just keeps leaning closer as his hands close]

[Worse, a fourth option presents itself when he is close enough to sigh over the Highblood's mouth, and he tongues the back of his teeth thoughtfully. His head isn't right for thinking though. The only sign of it is the way his eyes flicker down for a second, before returning to glaring the subjugglator down. For now, he only lets his hands continue to tighten, lets his claws continue to work his throat apart]

[He gasps as the fingers close around his throat, controlling his breathing for as long as he can draw it out, relishing this moment as his eyes remain fixed on the Summoner's face....the face that is closing in a little too close for comfort, but in a nasty, gut-wrenching delightful way. Does that even make sense? The way the Summoner pauses while still steadily choking him isn't a moment of hesitation, and he knows it, and if he isn't feeling lightheaded already, he sure is now.

A pleased gurgling sound in the back of the highblood's throat makes his body vibrate slightly, the fingers kneading into his neck so intimately. His free hand clamps around the Summoner's wrist, not pulling it away but encouraging it, pushing it forward, glaring back at him with a challenging look. Their lips are close enough to touch, and he can feel the hot breath ghosting over his skin like a suffocating blanket, and he can't even dispel it with his own since air his being choked out. His own hand around his neck doesn't offer any resistance to allow air flow, just letting it press in further.

The claws punctures his skin and it burns. Gasping hoarsely he manages to cackle through it, but his patience is starting to wear thin.]

Do it, motherfucker. Do it, and I'll come back and give you something real motherfucking nice.