towerofanimus | Please will you lend an ear, it might be the last thing you do.

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[au6] signless

Please will you lend an ear, it might be the last thing you do.

Characters: Signless and anyone he happens upon!
Setting:October 23rd and onward. Anywhere in the Tower, you may pick.
Format: I'll match you
Summary: Signless unfortunately didn't get up to his candy quota and has been turned into a raging candy red bear. As described here
Warnings: Potential Character death, blood and violence.

[It had finally caught up to him. The candy collecting had taken his toll and he has allowed the costume to take him into the eternal slumber, one would call death. However it was not as eternal as one would have hoped. He had returned not as he once was. A vicious urge to preach and let others hear his word had come to him. In addition he was granted claws, fangs, the fur he kept form his original costume was now stained candy red and piercing arrows invaded his flesh. Red blood stained his cloth and mass, only leaving a bloody trail as he walked down the halls of the tower, trying to find anyone who would be willing to listen to his tale.

In the moment he took a short breath and came to lean against a wall. He left a bloody hand print as he pushed off from his resting place and continues onward. He must spread the word of equality, surely all would lend an ear and well if they didn't...he would let it be their last decision.]

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[It took him a while to escape the library and the trap of his own doing. It took a while, but he eventually found himself free. He's worked himself up into a very unpleasant rage, which he's also taken out on various monsters. But it does not make it any less undignified. Any less uncouth.

So Darkleer retreats to the workshop. Today, he is too angry to work on any kind of robotics, knowing well he will not have the patience and peace of mind to fiddle with delicate things. So he moves further into the workshop, where there is a rudimentary forge, and he contents himself with hammering metal that may or may not end up becoming arrowheads. For now, all he needs is the rhythmic fall of the hammer and those pleasant empty thoughts that help drain his rage.

He's certain he's done with irritations for the day. It'll be okay.

It'll be okay.]

[His wanderings lead him towards the sound of fiddling away. The sound of a wrench and tedious clanks of working together as one intrigue the troll, in his current state. He moves towards the workshop to continue his preaching.

He is not shocked to find the blue blood working away and he stumbles into the area. There is a moment taken as he surveys the situation and moves to speech. The troll stands straight, only to find himself hunching down as a sharp twinge of pain overcomes him. He quickly curbs the show of weakness and comes to stand at attention once more.]

I must...speak with you! [The troll demands, his voice starting at a small whisper only to rise to a full roar.]

[Darkleer slams the hammer down entirely too hard at the sound of Signless' voice, causing hammer, metal and anvil to crack.]

I do not think this is...

[He trailed off, however, when he turned to look at the mutant, grip going slack around the hammer and face going ghostly pale.]

...the best time.

[Oh. Oh god. She's going to kill him.]

[He moves further into the domain and stops short just an arms length apart from the other. He swallowed hard and hesitated in the moment before he willingly brought himself to speak once more. Here was Darkleer, stronger and more threatening then he could ever be. The hesitation was wise and understood, however his knowledge of survival and safety was scraped in his current state.]

No, you will listen to my word. You of all must hear my word of equality.

[There was a lack of feelings in his word. It seemed almost robotic, as if he had to speak of it and some unknown force was telling him to. A sharp growl echoed from within his throat as he swallowed hard and went on to continue.]

You...will listen! Do you wish not to hear these words?

Edited 2012-10-25 02:30 (UTC)

[Oh, fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck. Are those arrows? Those are arrows. And blood. Lots of blood. Will never quite forget the sight of that particular shade of red. Fuck, she's going to kill him She's going to gut him for this.]

You need medical attention.

[Oh god, don't die. If you die, she's going to skin him alive. She's going to make a rug with his useless hide. She's going to... to...

She'll cry.]

[Unbeknownst to the troll, Signless had died and simply this was his punishment for such an act. His eyes only narrow at the 'concern.']

I need no such thing, you need to listen! [He raised his voice and bared his fangs at the other. His claws clenched and dug into his flesh from the pressure of his grip.]

Do not think that I am lower then you simply because of the caste I have been excluded from, that of a mutant. I do not need your expertise in relation to my current state. Darkleer listen and we can get through this easy.

...this has absolutely nothing to do with caste and everything to do with common sense.

[Don't make him lose his patience. He's already lost his patience today. Hang on, he needs a deep breath.]

I'm perfectly willing to listen if you can talk whilst you walk.

[And then you can walk to the infirmary while you preach. Does that sound good?]

[His lips curls and in a involuntary burst of rage; his claws reach out and come to grab at the other by his arms. Sharp claws dug into his flesh, wishing to tear at it and let the blue blood flow.]

Do not tell my what to do! Or what it is that I lack. My words are about our caste and the equality of our species, which is lacking. The cries of those within the lower castes cry out within my dreams. Restless nights without sleep keep my dream alive, a day when trolls will not be judged by the color within their viens.

[His grip tightens a bit and he pauses in his preach.]

I may humor you on a trek to the infirmary, but you will follow and hear my very word!

[Do not rip out his spine. Do not rip out his spine. Do not rip out his spine.

Outwardly, he does not react much to Signless' actions, including the clawing. It is a remarkable thing, to bleed for the second time in a single day. He feeds the burst of anger to the void in his gut, ignoring the urge to reach out and break Signless' neck. It would take nothing to do it, really. Barely a snap of fingers. But he refrains.

Barely.]

Very well, we'll do it your way.

[Blood had begun to pool from where he stood, but his drive to spread his word allowed him to carry on without any falter. With a vicious movement he released his grip from the other. Slowly he turns on his heel to glance towards the exit, but stops short to turn his gaze back to the troll.]

Shall it be you who leads the way? Though I must point out it is arrows of a similar creation to yours that pierce my skin, currently. I have been informed of my fate, by Disciple, and while it was to come I do not find it a pleasant one. Why is it that you must silence a voice who only wishes for that of change? Was it such a crime for me to preach my word to those who only wished to hear it. There was nothing but unjust within our culture. No one should be judged by the color of their birth. Surely you cannot disagree with such a fact?

[Darkleer scowls mightily as he follows Signless.]

Those are not my arrows.

[He sounds utterly offended.]

My handiwork is of far superior quality. And I do not torture trolls, like it has been clearly done to you, I executed them. It took but one arrow to see you die. It never takes more than one.

[He grinds his teeth, dangerously close to shattering them. He's proud of his work, okay. He might have screwed it all up, but he was goddamn good at what he did. He'll just stare in silence at the rest. He's trying not to fly on a rage here and you're making that really hard.]

[He stops short and lets out a sharp growl followed by a swipe of his claw in the direction of the other troll.]

Torture! No surely that is not something you would do, only following to the rule and the worship of our precious empress and blind to the hard ships and oppression of the lower caste! It is vile and disgusting and you only mock their suffering!

[Yeah, okay, sidestepping that. And resisting the urge to punch back. You don't understand, the kind of urge he has to punch back.]

And what, exactly, do you suppose ought to be done with criminals?

[The urge is only meant to grow as long as this conversation continues.]

I know not what should be done with them. Perhaps those gifted with the task of execution should be aware of what crimes have been accused and if such acts are crime-worthy. How can you claim to execute without question or cause? I know that her rule allows for those to be executed unfairly especially within that of the lower cast. One may die simply for speaking out, dropping a glare or for even voicing their own opinion of her tyranny. It is unjust!

[Flatly.]

The executor is not the judge. Not he should try to be.

[A vicious growl hissed from under his throat and his claws came to lash out once more.]

Then the executioner is only a pawn in her work of art. Just another puppet for her to spread her dogma with and continue her unruly dictatorship. You are blind to the truth!

[Once more, he steps back and then forcefully keeps himself from lashing out. He makes his hand relax.]

The executioner is a pawn of the state, which is exactly what he should be.

[He bares his teeth.]

But of course, you wouldn't understand, since that doesn't align with your "truth".

[He only bears his teeth in response, though the image was in comparison less threatening. ]

My truth is wat keeps me going! It is what keeps my followers going and why is it that you fear the rise of the low bloods. Why does the empress fear us? Is she afraid? Why is that you follow to her, do you ever question her rule Darkleer!? She will only run you into the ground.

You mistake political decisions with fear, and clearly you do not understand how politics work.

[He snorts.]

She will not. You question her rule but refuse to look at the results. You've been dead for long, in my time, and yet her empire still thrives and lives on even then.

I wish to see what would have been the result if my death had not come. If I was to continue my preachings and path towards true equality, the empress would not still be spreading her tyranical rule and casting doubt amongst the lower bloods. I am constantly reminded of the results of her rule and he causes my gut to twist in a displeasing mannor.

[He utters another growl from within his throat.]

[Darkleer snorts, which can never be a good thing.]

Do you even listen to what you say? It is very telling, and at once very surprising, considering how many fell into your sway.

[Snorting or not Signless does not see him as a threat only as a listener, presently.]

I am always aware of the words that come from my speech. It is who I am! Are you implying that I controlled my followers? I can assure you high blood that this is not the case.

What does it say about you, child, if everything you say is about you?

[Nasty, nasty thing to point out, yeah. Also, purposeful use of the word child. He's not as young as he was, last time you two "met". Pulling the age card is probably just flat out bitchy of him. But then... he's not in a good mood.]

Edited 2012-11-21 01:19 (UTC)

[There was no response to that, only a loud snarl. In a whirl he lashed out at the other as his arms came to clasp against him and pushed him back into the closest wall, or at least tried. Given the size ratio pushing a troll such as Darkleer was no easy task. Claws dug into flesh and strove to a goal to drive the blue bloods from his viens.]

Where are your words, preacher?

[His hands found Signless' shoulders, but did nothing to stop those claws from raking lines of blue on his skin. He permitted himself a smug, superior smile.]

Or are you nothing but a child throwing a tantrum about things he doesn't understand?

[Nothing but a rabid snarl sounded in response. His fangs lashed out as he attempted to bite at the other, finding that his claws did naught. ]

Silence yourself highblood!

Or what?

[Darkleer bares his own teeth at Signless, expression somewhere between smug and homicidal.]

Will you cull me just to keep your precious doctrine unchallenged? Then you are no different from what you claim to fight, are you?

[Somewhere deep within himself he wish to cry out in defiance, turn and run from his words. He knew that he was proving nothing more than a mockery of his own beliefs and yet he felt the present need to let the floor flood with cobalt at such a defiance.

The mutant only lashed back out and sounded another roar past the point of vocal communication. His claws now grabbing at the other's neck.]

[It was all a matter to grab his wrists and roughly pull them away from his neck. Darkleer was careful, excessively, painfully careful, to not crush those wrists in his hands, to bruise at worse, instead of pulverizing bone between his fingers.]

Enough.

[Oh no he wasn't going to be put to a stop so easily. Instead he flailed about, trying to free himself from the strong grasp.]

[With a worn sigh, as if bothered by an unpleasant task, Darkleer shoves Signless away from him, deciding that if he's going to take this on the defensive, putting distance between them is the best option.]

[He falls back, landing upon his rump and lets out a curtailing scream as the arrows within him pierce ever which way. He does not come to a stop and quickly rises to his feet, trying to make up for the ground that was lost. A inhuman drive keeping him going as he leapt at Darkleer once more.]

[This is quickly going to turn into a game of gently smack the mutant away without accidentally snapping his neck, isn't it? Darkleer doesn't like this game.]

For someone who wanted to talk you're not doing much talking.

[Well this is Signless' favorite game. Lets try to get them to listen and if not let their blood become their silence!]

You do not wish to listen!

[He snaps at, once more coming close to the other, claws extended. If he was within a sane mind, he might wish for some form of a weapon.]

[Nope, still smacking him away if he gets too close.]

My apologies, not being a mutant, I am used to listening with my ears rather than wounds and to talking with my tongue rather than claws.

[He is persistent like a virus.]

My blood color does not change my species! You are being petty! I being a mutant and you being of your color does not make us different!

[Darkleer snorted as he continued batting Signless away, much like he would a stubborn fly.]

Well, it does if you think having a conversation involves trying to tear out my eyes with your ill-gotten claws.

I'll tear out your throat first!

[The troll snarled, his voice becoming more animalistic and losing any sense of normalcy. He leapt at the other once more, this time jumping down at his feet.]

[Speaking of arrows...

Unfortunately for Gamzee, that last attack (see above arrow-loving maniac) hadn't killed him. If it had, he would have been able to wake up a day from now in better health, free to mime without hindrance.

Instead he stumbles mindlessly, aimlessly, one arm handing useless due to the arrow that pierces his left shoulder. A second arrow had pierced his neck, but he'd at last managed to break that one and pull it free, leaving a hole that he's covered with torn fabric from somewhere.

Mildly delirious, he's drawn to the familiar candy red of the Signless, coming to the easy conclusion that this could only be Karkat. His face breaks into a smile as he heads toward the troll.]

[He continued along his path not yet aware of the troll that was coming towards him. This didin't keep for long, as the mock bear ears of his twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. It is then that the troll stops and turns around to see the other.

A toothy grin comes to his features as he can only think of the opportunities that will present itself. This will be another potential listener for this he is sure of. ]

[A listener, yes - though Gamzee won't have much to add.

He holds his arm out as he nears, still smiling, wanting to just fall against the troll and hold tight to him for a while. He doesn't even care if he's a monster too.]

[He pressed on and came closer to the other troll. Though he was slightly cautious as to why this being wasn't running away. Others had run away or simply dismissed his word, of course it was their end that met them at such a choice. However, Gamzee stayed.

Once close enough he stood his ground and placed a strong claw on the trolls shoulder and inquired about his plight.]

Will you listen to the plea of the lower bloods and inequalities that plague my race?

[Gonna just... try and wrap his arms around you...

He only half hears the troll's question, but nods anyway. Whatever a bro wants. He doesn't exactly have the energy to argue.

The touch on his shoulder does cause his legs to buckle a little, though, making his scrabbling hand all the more determined to grasp onto its owner.]

[The sight of the stumble, only causes the monster to hold onto his grip tighter. He had no knowledge of compassion within his state and only a drive to get others to listen. ]

The cries of my race grow stronger everyday. The highbloods repress and break those from the lower caste and spread lies of uncertainty to the low bloods. They treat them as subordinates and those of unworthy cause. Using their abilities only to satisfy their own selfish desires. Even within the confines of the imperial ring does her reign twist and abstract order amongst those of her similar caste.

[Gamzee is on his knees now, but that's alright. He keeps his arms wrapped around the troll's leg.

Of course, should the troll make skin contact with him, he'll find that he won't be able to speak any longer.

The boy himself can't really hear what's being spoken to him, as he's fading in and out of consciousness.]

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Please will you lend an ear, it might be the last thing you do.

Workshop

Ah yes, beautiful setting.

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I just...I love these two.

0w0 they are perfection

>3

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