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the grand highblood ([personal profile] grandhighblood) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-03-25 12:32 am

natural order of life

characters: the grand highblood and you.
setting: the space floor
format: any is a-ok
summary: a happy highblood is...still pretty bad.
warnings: the grand highblood [ THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE HE'LL TRY TO KILL YOU THIS TIME ]


The highblood is in high spirits, despite all the things going on in the tower. He finds himself leaning against a wall, staring off into the vast depth of space as stars and galaxies continue to explode then reincarnate. It never ceases to amaze him. It reminds him of his work, where he would bring about the culling sentences for some weak-as-shit trolls to "make space" for trolls that were more useful. They would be culled to create space for new, stronger ones, and that's what the gist of his job was, really. To create order through domination and fear.

He feels good about his latest work. It was hard and sort of emotionally taxing, but in the end, the results are all that mattered.
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[personal profile] thebigsister 2012-04-18 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"My mother was many things, Grand Highblood," Eleanor's voice took on a dry, irritated sort of disdain. "But truly smart was not one of them. Power drove her mad, I suppose, and then she became the exact same thing she fought so hard against. The ultimate fate of all successful rebellions, no matter what they hope for."

She looked down at her hands and focused on willing the voices and the flashbacks into orderly quiet.

"But still, if one enjoys fighting and hunting, Rapture is full of both prey and predators. Provided you have at least a drop of ADAM in your blood, of course. I will not deny... there was some excitement in fighting alongside my father, adapting to the splicers and their traps. There's nothing quite like it, here."