towerofanimus | we need some downtime

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we need some downtime

Characters: the grand highblood
Setting: that weird spring forever floor
Format: don't care
Summary: he is bleeding a little but he's pretty beat up from that fight, and worn out. being a big target is tough work, ok??? he's been wandering around the new floors and found himself sitting out in the middle of the grassy field. oh god do you want to approach him? he looks surprisingly peaceful???
Warnings: the grand highblood

[ it's really bright on this floor, but he found himself adjusting to it somewhat. it definitely wasn't anything as strong as Alternia's sun. he's sore, scratched up, bruised and plain old tired, so he's sitting in the middle of a grassy field, surrounded by delicate yellow and purple flowers.

a very bizarre scene indeed.

he's just resting up, trying to regain some strength. ]

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[When she strikes at him with that weird electricity, he brings his armored arms up, trying to avoid direct contact with the more thinly layered areas. His attempts to gore her with the long and unwieldy horns fail, but that's fine. His fists should be enough to give her a good fight.

He swings, using the screw as a target. A shiny silver target with a strike through it. He has to touch it. His urge to yank it out and see everything spill out in a messy red (he assumes its red) sludge overwhelms him.]

[She stops her plan of attack dead in its tracks once he starts swinging at her. She raises her arms to try and block and at least absorb some of the blow, though that's a rather hard thing to manage considering his fist was about the same size as her head.

Stein lands on the ground hard, her head ringing and feeling the slight vibration through her skull as her bolt moved ever so slightly from... Either the hit or the fall, she's not entirely sure. But she's alive! For the moment, at least.

Reasoning was pointless, fighting wasn't working... So she did the next logical thing, she started scrambling to her feet as quickly as she could with every intention to run the motherfuck away.]

Aw, come back, motherfucker. WE AREN'T ALL MOTHERFUCKING FINISHED HERE YET.

[He'd give chase if he wasn't such a sucker for stalking and reveling in the paranoia of his prey. So despite him calling back for her, he only follows her frantic footsteps with a steady walking pace, the ground shaking with each heavy step.]

[Once she's a good ways away, she pauses, and looks behind her with a confused look on her face. He wasn't running after her, and that made her a bit worried. Did he know how to find her and that's why he wasn't moving so quickly?] No thanks, I'm good right where I am with this being unfinished.

[Well she wasn't going to worry about that now. She was instead just going to continue running towards the stairs. If she could make it back down the the clinic floor without incident, she'd at least get something to fight this guy off with.]

[The booming noise of his footsteps suddenly stop, then from a completely different side of Stein, the highblood's voice creeps down the hallway, coming closer as she runs towards the stairs. He remains out of sight, indulging in a little game with this fascinating human.]

Is that the kind of motherfucking person you all are? The type that just up and leaves the motherfucking business all unsettled and shit?

[She may or may not get a quick glimpse of a mass of writhing hair.]

[No, she really wasn't that kind of person. But more importantly, it probably wasn't entirely responsible of her to let this guy loose on the rest of the tower if he was in a pulling-things-out-of-people's-heads sort of mood. Besides, she'd dealt with scarier fuckers than this guy before. She hoped.

But she didn't exactly want to alert him that she wasn't going to continue her sprint at the stairs, so instead she strafed to the side, hoping that it wasn't the side he was hiding on. Boy did she miss her weapon right about now though. Maybe she could use the element of surprise.]

[His footsteps would start up nice and steady, then suddenly stop, then start back up again and random. Stein could probably pick up easily on his position the closer he got.

He gets to the stairs and not quite on the side that she's on, though he's pretty sure she didn't ascend, and merely stands there on high alert.]

[She stays low to the ground, trying to move slowly and blend into the surroundings as best she can. When those thundering footsteps stop completely though, she straightens slightly, glancing around. She can't see him, so she figures it's safe.

She figures it's safe, so she sprints at the stairs, focusing more on him coming up behind her than almost running into his tree trunk of a leg.

Stein stood there for a few short seconds, though it dragged on like an eternity, shock and maybe even fear rooting her to the spot. Just her luck.]

[An almost playful grin stretches his face.] Honk honk, motherfucker.

[He also doesn't give Stein much time to wallow in the delicious fear that he feels radiating off of her. It feeds his bloodlust, and he greedily absorbs the energy, if that was even a thing that was possible.

He sharply lowers his head and thrusts the twisted and gnarled horns forward, definitely trying to run her through with them, though not in a particularly fatal area. He's aiming somewhere around her shoulders.]

[She was halfway through starting to turn and run when those horns pierced her skin. For a second, she tried moving one of her arms to try and pull herself loose, but stopped when she felt the tip of his horn scraping against bone.

What would happen if he straightened himself back up? Would it rip right through her shoulders? Just dislocate something?

It was almost funny when she realized her knowledge of anatomy was actually making her panic more than the pain or the promise of death.]

I guess... I guess that means I'm "it" now...? [She managed to chuckle for a moment before deciding it hurt too much to bother attempting to be clever and nonchalant about this.]

[Once he feels the satisfying give and pull of flesh and muscle against his horn, he inhales deeply, able to smell the slight metallic tang of blood just barely seeping out. He doesn't straighten up completely, but raises his head slightly, altering the angle and pulling against the wound. He lets her feet stay on the ground.]

Sure does, motherfucker. [He lets out a raspy laugh, eyes glowing a dark orange, almost red. The laugh makes his body shake, causing the horn to open the wound up some more, blood finally flowing freely.] Prepare your motherfucking self for the next round.

[Then suddenly he jerks back and his horn dislodges messily from her shoulder.]

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[She collapses to the ground with a groan now that his horns weren't holding her up. She can't quite pick herself up, the pain in her arms keeping her from holding up the rest of her weight, but she keeps herself calm, keeping her heart rate steady despite the pain and the fear. If she was dying, she was going to while fighting, not passing out from lack of blood.]

Prepared or not, I don't think it makes any difference to you. [It hurt to talk, but maybe if she didn't shut up, he'd get so frustrated that he'd kill her before trying to take the screw out.]

Bitch be all doing so motherfucking well to know a brother. [He practically purrs, finding the conversation quite pleasant, actually. Sorry, Stein. It doesn't seem like he'll be getting frustrated any time soon.

Then he steps over her so she's situated between his feet and he crouches, and he's just a mass of black hair curtaining them as his face leans closer to hers. Most would describe this part as particularly unpleasant, what with the clinging odor of blood and death. He sneers and reaches down to jab a nail into her unharmed shoulder, ripping through the layers of fabric until it stopped right at the warm skin. Warmth, yeah, all humans were red-blooded, weren't they?

Suddenly, his tone turns very conversational:]

You know what, motherfucker? When I first got my fucking observation on of you soft aliens, it was a motherfucking laughable sight. Couldn't get my belief on about how all you motherfuckers even survived, but guess it helps when all you gotta worry about are other fleshy squishy aliens. But now...motherfucking NOW, I received the rare motherfucking opportunity to be all noticing the potentials of such a species. [Then he twists his claw, puncturing her shoulder.]

[Her face contorts in pain, and a soft whimper escapes before she quiets herself. It wasn't as deep as the shoulder that had been stabbed by the horns, but it was still painful, and she supposed his claws were less sharp, meaning he would need to use more force to puncture the skin, thus causing more area for the nerves to react to. Thinking about the theory behind her suffering made it a little more bearable, oddly enough.]

You certainly know how to flatter a girl. [Really, if this meant that she was the strongest of the fleshy squishy aliens he had killed, Stein was a little flattered to hear about it.]

If you really want to see something amazing, you should see how quickly we heal. [It was worth a shot.]

[The sound makes him grin quite fondly at her as he continues to swivel his finger lazily into the wound, widening it. He's only met a couple others that boggled his mind a little, but was defeated by ONE of them so far. It's not something he's proud to admit so he doesn't mention it. Not that it's really that important here, anyway!

His ears perk at at the little tidbit of information.]

Now isn't that all a motherfucking wicked miracle that I ever did hear. How fast, motherfucker? [He plunges the entire finger into the wound, which makes a sick spurting noise.] Tomorrow? The motherfucking night after that? [He punctuates the word by pulling his finger free then splaying his enormous hand across her chest, another talon hooking and clawing at the bony sternum.] Present to me a motherfucking approximation.

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[She wrenched her eyes shut, biting down on her bottom lip until it bled. She knew people like this wanted some kind of reward for causing people pain - hell, she was barely three degrees of separation from being that kind of person - so she was going to keep herself quiet for as long as possible. But she couldn't quite help an airy gasp as he pulled his finger free.]

A week? Maybe a little less. Depends on how much rest I get.

Hnnnn, not motherfucking bad. [He idly traces a burning hot circle in the center of her chest, paying more attention to his work rather than the conversation now. His attention span being divided and all!]

Guess I'll just have to motherfucking come on back and check on your progress later. [Then he cackles loudly, like he saw something funny on Stein's person. But he just pulls his claw back for a minute, tilts his head to admire his handiwork, then sharply swings his hand across her stomach, couple of claws scratching into her skin. Blood springs from the shallow cut, and his work is done.

:o) ]

Edited 2012-04-01 07:05 (UTC)

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we need some downtime

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good ending or bad? >:o3c

Let's go with the bad end. I've been too nice recently :V

hehehehe perfect

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