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

[iron_infidel]

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.]

Comments

[disgracedvoid]

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?

[iron_infidel]

[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.]

[disgracedvoid]

[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.

[iron_infidel]

[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.]

[disgracedvoid]

[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.]

[iron_infidel]

[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.]

[disgracedvoid]

[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.

I just...I love these two.

[iron_infidel]

[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.]

0w0 they are perfection

[disgracedvoid]

[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.

>3

[iron_infidel]

[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!

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[disgracedvoid]

[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.

[iron_infidel]

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.]