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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...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.]

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I just...I love these two.

0w0 they are perfection

>3

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