towerofanimus | 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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[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.]

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

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I just...I love these two.

0w0 they are perfection

>3

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