we gather together (backdated to Friday)

[scriptures]

Characters: Ancestors!
Setting: Floor 14 (Media Room)
Format: Action
Summary: MOVIE AND BONDING TIME. The Disciple has posted a note on the door of every Ancestor asking them to come to floor 14, without any explanation as to why.
Warnings: TOO MANY. Language, possibly violence, possibly sadness, possibly everything. I'll edit this list as needed.

[The Disciple sits on one of the couches, legs pulled her chest and eyes trained on the door as she waits expectantly. She hopes they all show up. This was just such a wonderful idea and maybe they could all get along. This Tower could mean new beginnings and she just hopes it will. With all of the bad stuff that happens, everyone should really stick together.]

Comments

[uprisings]

[...man if looks could slam into people. Both the direction of the Handmaid's gaze and the Highblood's voice draw his attention with a sudden, sharp snap. This is kind of a huge disaster because he was trying to figure out the right way to do their next meeting but... WHATEVER. Even the thin hum of fear or... sadness (maybe) in his chest, and the memory of that long walk to the infirmary are not enough to deter him. He is not even close to the troll he was the last time they met, and that is most obvious in the truly obnoxious grin he gives the Highblood over his shorter companion's head. Hello again...]

[grandhighblood]

[Yeah yeah, he feels you two boring holes into his skull, but he doesn't even give a shit. Well, no, that's a lie. He feels pretty pissed to see both of them in the same fucking room together.

This is going to be a long day...night...whatever. He's not going to back out of the room now though, knowing that these two are in there, just-- what the fuck was that grin? Wow, that just sparks something inside him that he almost forgot about...but he shakes it off, clenching his teeth into a displeased snarl.

All right. It's on, motherfucker.]

LOL YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT LEAVE

[entropied]

[NOPE IT'S NOT ON NOTHING IS ON. Siiiigh her life is so hard.]

HEH.............

[uprisings]

[Yep it's definitely on, just... in time. Smiles a little wider at the snarl, winking quickly, before... touching the Handmaid's shoulder. Trying to get her attention again. Let him go, Coleta, he's not actually worth it when he's hovering in the door way over there]

Let's uh... find someplace to sit...?

[grandhighblood]

[He glowers at the Summoner when he returns his attention back to the Handmaid, feeling something rising from the depth of his stomach. It's that same seething, bubbling anger that he felt before, and god damn he had thought it was gone for good! Before today, whenever the Summoner came up in his thinkpan, all he saw was that sad and pathetic scene...but seeing him now, almost like nothing had ever happened, it angered him? Seeing how well he had come back from that sad sad state....he finds himself more disappointed in himself, for not breaking the other troll enough.

But no, he remembers that he's definitely the one that stopped attacking. He stopped and didn't full break him because he obviously felt something. High expectations, perhaps? So high, that he thought just MAYBE he could have a second chance. If he gave him a second chance, the Summoner could probably come up with a way to worm his way back into the highblood's dark and twisted corner of his heart.

Watching them find a seat, he has the greatest urge to just go up to the brownblood and beat the everloving shit out of him again, but he manages to calm himself down.]

[entropied]

[Yeah yeah whatever, Summoner. She shoots another glare in the Highblood's direction before following Summoner-chan.]

[uprisings]

[UH... have fun staying calm there Highblood, because he spends the whole time looking for a place to sit just... doing little things to keep his attention, canting his head to change the line of his horns. Smiling maybe a little too widely as if to say... he is fine. You have barely touched him in the scheme of it all. Most notably, he keeps readjusting his wings, fluttering them quite purposefully. Everything he does is to draw your eye, dear almost kismesis, remind you that... he exists. And really, admit it, you know he is the very best you will ever find ;)]

[Still, from the front, and to whoever he is speaking to, he doesn't really falter. None of this is particularly obvious, except maybe the wings, but that could very well just be a nervous tick for being so close to his hero again. Right???? Whatever akjsdf I guess what I am saying is probably some of the conversations found elsewhere in this post are happening in here and stuff]

[Eventually though, he saves the Handmaid from being social even more and gestures at... a couch... that is in the Signless' vicinity but not like... right on top of him. Trying not to be super creep to his hero!!!]

Here...?

[grandhighblood]

[He can't take his eyes off of him, and it's not particularly subtle. It's a good thing neither Dualscar or the Condesce are here, otherwise they'd probably annoy the shit out of him for it. He's not 100% sure what they could even do to him in this tower, to be perfectly honest, but he doesn't like dying much even with the promise of instant regeneration.

The wings definitely catch his attention, and he finds himself glowering perhaps a little too heatedly, gritting his teeth behind closed lips. Just you wait, Summoner. He'll get you for...for...making such an impressive comeback! Yeah...]

[entropied]

[The Handmaid nods absentminded, glancing back at the Highblood every few moments. SHE DOESN'T LIKE THE WAY YOU'RE EYEING HER BRO, BRO.]

[grandhighblood]

[WELL TOO BAD. HE'S GONNA DO IT ALLLL DAY. And there's nothing you can do to stop him >:|]

[uprisings]

[HEH YOU TWO. He's actually enjoying this tremendously despite the fact that the Handmaid is irritated lksdjf She just makes it so easy to tell whether the Highblood is still watching! Saves him the trouble of trying to find a way to check without making it obvious AHAHA]

[Only once he's settled into the couch and waving for the Handmaid to join him does he finally look over and meet the Highblood's eyes again, smirking faintly, tilting his head as if to draw him over... Whatchu doin, bro, where you gonna sit?]

[And then, just as quickly, it's back to ignoring him, letting the smirk slide into a smile at the Handmaid]

You look distressed, Coleta...

[entropied]

[She scowls.]

Stop encouraging him.