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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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[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.

[He pauses, only a moment longer. Looking into his eyes until he's memorized each indigo point of them. Something thrills at the thought of seeing him again. Maybe he won't have to kill him the next time. He can replace the scars, and keep him alive from then on. Yes. This is just proving a point. That he is not afraid to kill him if he's given the chance, even if there is a fairly significant part of him that's pissed off the Highblood isn't fighting back. But there will be time. Later]

[And then the moment is over and... well, actually two things happen at more or less the same time. First, he closes the tiny bit of space between them, setting his lips to the corner of the Highblood's mouth. It is quite chaste, barely a peck, and he leans even closer afterwards, till their cheeks are pressed together. Practically nuzzling him like an old lover. And second, his thumbs shift, the claws finally piercing a deep hole through his windpipe, just under his chin. He thinks, briefly, about severing it completely, but it just doesn't feel right so... His voice is barely a whisper, breathed this close to the Highblood's ear]

Better be worth it.

[Holds there, just long enough to let the cool blood begin to spill over his hands, before pushing the Highblood away, and stepping back. You can drown. He'll watch. It'll be fun]

Lay down, Highblood.

Edited 2012-01-02 00:09 (UTC)

[The touch against his mouth and cheek makes him inhale sharply, though no air gets through. His head spins and spins, and he doesn't even realize his eyes are rolling back, heady waves of lust and a morbid desire for those claws to--

Suddenly, he chokes. The wound seeps around the finger plunged into his neck. When he swallows, he can feel the finger blocking the way and he coughs up blood. It bubbles up and spills down his lips and chin, where he licks it up and quietly smacks his lips. He's not...afraid per se. Excitement and a dizzying sensation takes over mostly due to the pain, but this is what he wants. He's not afraid because this is just a test. He'll be back, and this dance can continue like nothing's ever happened.

He grunts and wheezes uncomfortably when the Summoner finally releases him. His chest aches from the lack of air, coupled with the headache, and sways slightly still on his knee. The command barely registers as he glares at the rebel. He didn't comply, though if it's from his lack of ability to think straight or just being plain old stubborn, it's hard to say.]

[He is... a little surprised the Highblood doesn't fall. He must be half-choked already and now his throat is pierced? It isn't an annoyed surprise though. Just... sort of... pleasant. Good. He can last. They can last. It is a good game they have begun here, even if he hasn't quite found the name for it yet]

[He doesn't move at first, except to smile slowly, but... thing is, he is really just looking out for you, old man! He steps back into his space before too long, wiping what's left of the blood off the subjugglator's mouth and taking his face in hand. His smile is that weird... genuinely sweet thing, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes as he tilts his head slightly and draws bloody arcs across the Highblood's cheekbones]

It's going, to be slow, you know. You've uh... drowned people before, haven't you...? [Pushes at him, insistent this time] You'll feel better if you, lay down.

[A low, growling sound gurgles through all the blood filling up his throat He can't tear his eyes away from that odd expression; It's so different from just a moment ago when it was alive with anger. His upper lip twitches as the warm blood spreads across his face, and that one push topples him over slowly. He sort of turns to his side and falls awkwardly, gasping wetly as he spit up more indigo onto the floor, trying his best not to look too pathetic.

To be perfectly honest, he would've preferred a much more violent death, the way the low blood had promised, but thinking back on it now, he commends him for his choice to make suffer as much as possible. He laughs painfully, and by god it hurts but he can't stop chuckling.]

Edited 2012-01-02 03:09 (UTC)

[Naw man, he only said he'd take your throat out. He still will. Just... you know... after you've suffered a bit. Also HAHA no you're going to look as pathetic as he wants 8>]

[See, he's still angry. It's still there, the hate rolling around under his skin. He just feels really really good too and that is why he's smiling like this. All this anticipation for the next time. All this indigo blood everywhere. Why, it almost makes him want to kiss someone...! Steps over him and... for as patronizingly kind as he looks, he still kicks the Highblood's shoulder quite hard. Roll over. He's going to sit on your chest, bro]

It's good you're uh... enjoying yourself, I guess.

[His body complies despite the highblood's will. Each shaky breath wracks his body as he lies there looking almost content, though that's not something he has much of a choice in right now. He's already making plans for the future, for the Summoner's turn to die, and he suddenly remembers how much he still hates this insect who is...sitting on him now like a chair! But instead of snarling at him and struggling like a frightened beast, he just lies there and lets his thinkpan fade in an out of consciousness, feeling a tight pressure in his chest as more and more air escapes and blood fills his mouth, the only relief being that blood-spewing hole in his throat. He gasps desperately, his body screaming for oxygen, but his expression doesn't betray his true emotions.

It's not like he can really respond to the Summoner though, so he just smiles through the coughing, blood staining his teeth a brilliant purple.]

[Smiles back, leaning forward and... papping his cheek? Or... well it would be a pap except that he pulls the Highblood's lower eyelid down afterward. Man, he is mature lkjsdf]

Hey... Stay with me, now. I have to uh... tell you a story, first. [Lets him go for a second and then... slaps him, before settling his hands over his knees. Oh my god...]

Hm... Alright. Possibly you don't know this since I guess you're, from before me? Or you really uh... do have memory problems. [Little hand wave. Whatever] Anyway. Uh... I am a soldier. I worked for, the uh... seawitch for awhile, and... now I've started a revolution... I guess um, what I am trying to say is that... I have a lot of experience with, grievous injuries.

[Pokes the Highblood's cheek, just to make sure he's still there before continuing] I've seen, a lot of people really suffering... just like this. Choking, on your own blood is uh, not a very nice way to, go. So, we had a code. Uh, the cavalreapers, I mean. Where if you couldn't speak, you could... blink once to mean 'yes' and twice to mean 'no', and if anything... like this happened, we had to ask. Whether you wanted to make it quick or not.

[Stops... for a second lksdjf as if that's the end of the story... And then he shakes his head a little and leans over him again, wings opening this time. Like he's just trying to give the Highblood something nice to look at before he goes ('8]

I think it would be okay, if you wanted to do that. And uh, you told me. If you want me to uh... just kill you now, instead of having to, wait. It's... okay you know? If you do. [He will just lose all respect for you...] Once for yes and twice for no. If you want. [Look at dis expectant smile here!!!]

[Godddddddddd that voice. It's just so annoying how he seems to constantly pause while he speaks. He could do without the Summoner trying to tell him a story, but oh... ok, there he goes. The urge to just tune him out is pretty strong because it's probably something stupid anyway, and listening to him talk about motherfucking cavalreapers is super fucking boring.

But when he hears the whoosh of the wings, his eyes crack open a little wider. He wheezed in another small gust of air, unable to use it properly, and blinked rapidly at the sight. He can't deny that it's probably the only part of the Summoner that he actually likes.

The offer that the Summoner presents makes him scoff. At least, that's what he would've done if he wasn't choking on his own blood. His blood boils a little at that, the light orange of his eyes turning redder. He manages to garble around the liquid sloshing around in his throat, angry enough to try and muster up some words through the pain.]

Motherfucking...cheeky piece of shit.... [Gathering some more energy, he spits in his face.]

Edited 2012-01-02 04:58 (UTC)

[Ew...]

[Honestly dude, spit is bad enough but this is half blood here, and he leans away, wiping it off his face and onto the Highblood's shirt. Bluh. But at least it wasn't a yes. He's not sure what he would've done if he'd actually asked for a quick death. It would've been... disappointing as hell anyway. This is just another one of those pleasant surprises, that he can talk through all of this]

[Gives him a kind of cracked smile for a... long... moment. His voice is remarkably calm despite the manic rush of anticipation when he speaks again]

I'll see you on the other side. [Winks again and finally, finally moves to take his throat out for real this time]

[His arms and legs hadn't been working and still refused to move, the blood loss in such a sensitive area proving to be too much, but he instinctively jerks his body to try anyway. His eyes automatically roll back, releasing a shudder that he had been holding back for the right moment, which was now....]

[Ah... how pleasant. He rolls with the shudder, sighing happily as he manages to thoroughly ruin the Highblood's throat. Whatever life he's got left in him is probably gone within a few seconds, and the Summoner just... smiles over him the whole entire time. Have a good sleep, bro, we'll do this again real soon]

[It is only once the Highblood is gone, that he lets himself... shake, adrenalin turning him into a shivery, childish mess. And that moment is when he finally starts to come back to his own think pan again and realizes that... that? WAS REALLY FUCKED UP OH LAWD DID HE REALLY KISS THE GRAND FUCKING HIGHBLOOD FUCK. FUUUUUUCK. Yet, despite the mini-freak out, he can't really deny how much he's looking forward to... seeing him again. Maybe next time they will do more then--]

No. [lkjsdf has to say it out loud to get himself to focus. Right. Okay. Just... breathes and slowly picks himself up, wiping his hands off on his pants and... pacing a little. His wings won't settle. He is far more aroused then he realized, and that is another unfortunate shock in the long line of unfortunate shocks that have presented themselves to him throughout the course of this encounter. Apparently his body is determined to convince him that OH NO HE'S HOT despite his sponge's many and varied attempts to say THE HIGHBLOOD IS OFF-LIMITS FOR GOD'S SAKE in return]

[Lawd... he is just... going to leave now. And take a shower. Get all this blood off him and... think for awhile. Yeah. Think. That's what he needs. More... thinking... @_@ Hell...]

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