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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Ooh, a cute little threat. The highblood narrowed his eyes as Shion looked up into them, but a sly smile sort of spread across his face. Once the bandage is nicely tied off, he rolled his shoulders and neck, popping them loudly and letting out a refreshed sigh.

"Is that so?" He extended an arm out, where his forefinger and thumb suddenly curled around the boy's chin, tilting it up higher. "Well, don't motherfucking wait, little human. These wicked beliefs have been all in the most brutal of practices for thousands of sweeps, even before my motherfucking time."

Shion was a little confused about the smile, but smiled back hesitantly and moved away a little, giving the Grand Highblood room to move. "These are the beliefs your world is based on?" He asked with a frown, "Now we are here, for whatever reason, we should make a new start, and leave brutal practices behind."

He let the boy move away, setting his hand down on his knee.

"Telling a brother to put ideals and beliefs that he don't all motherfucking believe in to practice?" Now it was his turn to frown. "You've got a lot of motherfucking guts to be all spouting this shit to me, motherfucker. I am all kinds of sure that most would be getting their disbelief on that you aren't motherfucking dead already." He said this in a kind of flippant tone, gesturing with his hand like this was obviously the only conclusion that it would ever come to.

"Most people say that, that they are not sure how I am still alive... that my thoughts will get me killed one day." That he was naive and an airhead who knew nothing of the real world. "But can't you see that a world without equality is harmful to all those who live in it? Those who do not have power but also those who do."

He was getting some odd pity vibes from this now, and that just didn't sit well with him, injured or not. Hell, this entire conversation was just a big motherfucking push to his patience, and it was just getting to be too much for a motherfucker to handle.

"Causing the wicked harm," he started to say while extending his arm again once more, the one that Shion had just patched up, "is what I motherfucking love to do, little motherfucker."

Sometimes it was just too motherfucking easy to get to these people...these humans. Let your guard down for a second, appear vulnerable or weak, and before you knew it there was a pity party bringing down the proverbial house. His large hand grasped the boy by the head, razor sharp claws wrapping around the back of his neck and digging into the soft skin.

"Looks like today is the motherfucking day."

Shion was starting to think that the Grand Highblood was impossible to talk to, and yet he still couldn't bring himself to not argue against his violence, and happiness to have the world unequal.

Still he jumped when the Grand Highblood grabbed his head, he blinked and looked up at the troll with fearful red eyes. He knew there was no point in struggling because he was much weaker than the troll. He did not think he would let him go either, and he was afraid.

"Just remember," the highblood sneered, his voice a raspy whisper. "This all motherfucking happened because of your motherfucking ideals. I'm all kinds of sure that it will be all worth it, heh."

He wasn't at all above killing things that were weak, defenseless, or unarmed. Slowly, he scraped his thumbnail up the front of Shion's neck, tracing the faint bump of his Adam's apple. Tortuously slow, he carved a simple curved line into his neck, right below the jawline, and bright red blood seeped out from the shallow cut.

Shion didn't move, but continued to stare at the highblood in fear. Frozen to the spot. Was it worth it? These ideals that he held so highly was he prepared to die for them? He felt the pain of the cut and the slow trickle of blood down his neck.

Would the troll stop there, having proven his point. Or did he intend to kill Shion. Shion didn't want to die, he had chosen life, chosen to live when he had been infected with the parastie bee and he began to struggle.

"Can't even all put up a motherfucking decent fight," said the highblood with as much disdain and disgust as he could muster. "Shit, with how you motherfuckers all go around, spouting that shitty filth about your motherfucking undeserved rights like you can even enforce worth a damn, you'd all think some power was required."

He cut his thumb into the same line again, deeper this time, expecting a scream from Shion.

Shion struggled some more but deep down he knew that it was useless. He couldn't fight, he was not strong enough no matter how hard he tried. Did that mean that he should not hold such beliefs? If he could not fight for them.

No, the point was that all humans, and trolls, and other creatures were equal, even if they were weak. The deeper cut caused him to cry out and he struggled harder.

The highblood practically purred at the sound. He enjoyed doing this every time. It was always so personal, especially when he used his bare hands like this. The blood flowed over his hand and onto the grass below, staining the pristine color of this floor with its first drop of intentionally spilled blood. Fuck, it was almost poetic, he thought, as his thumb started flicking up the boy's throat.

If there was one thing the highblood enjoyed most about his job was the torture. Sure, he could easily wipe somebody out with a swift club to the head, but sometimes it was nice to draw things out. It was helpful too, sometimes, if he was trying to draw out information or a confession of sorts.

"Yeah, motherfucker, just let that all out," he cooed, his other hand coming up to stroke the strange bizarre white hair. "Scream like anybody all gives a fuck around here."

The screams were loud and shrill and it took a moment for Shion to register them through the pain. It hurt so much and he just wanted it to end. He would do anything for this pain to end, he forgot about his promise to live. He didn't want to live if this pain was part of it.

He continued struggling though, his body couldn't let him give in as much as his mind wanted to. His screams were interrupted by sobs as he stared up at the Grand Highblood with wide red eyes.

The hand that was petting the now sweaty mat of hair was trailing down Shion's face, and although the screaming was nice and all, he needed the boy to stop for one second. He thrust his thumb in past his parted lips and tugged on the corner of his mouth with his claw threateningly. The scratching against his neck stopped, now just squeezing gently.

"Look at them motherfucking peepers," he said, his tone wavering. He hadn't even noticed them before, but they were so red, just like the Signless. "A brother could fucking get lost in those blazing red circles."

His indigo eyes stared directly into them, feeling his chucklevoodoo abilities invade the most private of the boy's fears and dreams, even if he wasn't aware of what they were exactly.

Shion stopped screaming when he felt the claw in his mouth. His breathing was ragged as he sobbed and fought with the urge to scream, he barely registered the High Blood's words but he continued staring at him, meeting the indigo eyes unable to look away even through his fear and pain.

Tears ran down his cheeks as he stared, wondering when it was going to end. He didn't want to die but he could not bare this pain. It made him weak but he couldn't think, couldn't think clearly or rationally when all there was was pain and fear.

He was going to die, his promise that he would live, try and keep living, meant nothing. He did not have the strength to keep going through this pain. Nezumi had been right about him, he was just an naive airhead, without the strength to fight for what he believed.

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we need some downtime

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i'm sorry for killing all your characters................ :c

It's okay! They mostly deserve it

/crying hahsjds still, poor things!

sob

;~;

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