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

[scriptures]

I am. I hope you'll join us to watch. It would be a lot of fun.

[She's trying not to seem afraid by this, but she's pretty bad at hiding that sort of thing. But at least she's trying not to back down from him.]

[grandhighblood]

[He is having some serious doubts of what this tiny green-blooded girl considers 'fun', but fuck if he's going to just turn tail and walk away now. It's all the Summoner's and Signless's fault, seriously.

There's a hint of amusement on his face at her valiant attempts to be brave, to even stand in his presence without trembling and backing down. He can almost, just barely, see how that foolish Expatriate had gone and spared her.]

You sure you want the Grand Highblood all up and sitting among the motherfucking happy peasantfolk, getting the tension all up and running high? [His grin widens, tilting his head slightly.]

[scriptures]

It would be rude of me to leave anyone out. I would like you to stay and watch with us. I wouldn't have invited you if I hadn't wanted you here.

[She clasps her hands behind her back to hide the fact she's fidgeting as she speaks.]

[grandhighblood]

[She's so similar to the Signless in many ways, he thinks. Except it's a lot less infuriating with her for some reason. Perhaps because she at least had the sense to act nervous, while he did not? He sure did hate it when lowbloods were genuinely brave.]

Wanted me here? Now isn't that all a motherfucking touchingest thing I ever did hear. Just don't be all motherfucking crying to me when this room is cover wall-to-motherfucking-wall in shitty-ass colors. [the last bit sounds just as casual as everything else.]

[scriptures]

[Her stomach twists at his words, but she smiles through it. More and more this idea seems like a bad one and that maybe she can't handle it. But she'll try her hardest for this to be a civil night.]

Please find a seat anywhere you like

[grandhighblood]

[He leans forward, looming over her and examining her top to bottom in perhaps the most uncomfortably thorough way possible.]

I'll find my motherfucking seat when I motherfucking decide I wish to do so, greenblood.

[scriptures]

[She is p. uncomfortable right now and she really wants to get the hell out of there. But faith. She needs to stay and have faith this will work and she isn't setting up her own culling. Or the culling of the rest of the trolls in this room.]

As you wish, then! There is really no rush. [She debates how to leave him, and simply nods respectfully in his direction before turning to head back over to the couch.]

[grandhighblood]

[Meh, good enough. He just watches her go, seriously considering just staying to make people uncomfortable and enjoy a movie. He's not really interested in killing any trolls in this room all together when they're obviously going to regenerate and perhaps...retaliate violently. That would just...be dumb of him.

He's not afraid of death and conflict, but man, he's the lone Subjugglator here! Can't do ALL the work by himself you know!]