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Characters: the grand highblood + you
Setting: starts at his dorm, room 2-10. then he'll slowly descend and stop at no lower than floor 13 (cathederal floor).
Format: doesn't matter
Summary: the highblood has awoken and he's not pleased. Or amused. Well, maybe just a little.
Warnings: practice caution around the highblood. he's still pretty on-edge right now and his killing instincts are going haywire so if you're not careful, you might receive a face full of claws. also swearing and bad jokes.

Waking up in a sudden panic, rage and fear coursing through his veins like a shot of adrenaline, isn't really new to the highblood. He's used to sometimes accidentally sleeping outside the sopor, usually alone, grumbling and growling in his sleep. The only difference now is that when his eyes snap open in a blinding red rage, he can't move at all. His limbs are stiff, the sudden jerk of his body rattling the bed with loud creaks and groans.

It takes him a while to calm down after the paralysis wears off, and not even minding the ridiculously skin-tight white outfit he's wearing, he stumbles out of the room to figure out where the motherfucking hell he is.

If you come across him on any of these floors, it's probably best you catch him from afar lest he comes straight at you once he catches sight. Or at least attempts to. Why don't you pick a floor and find out?

[OOC; pick a floor from 1~13 and i will have him react accordingly! ♥]

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A wordy motherfucker as usual, heh... didn't even think for a motherfucking second I'd all up and get through the night without a disgusting earful of your babble.

[He pauses, even in movement, just a hulking shadowy figure. Branches and leaves obscure his face, hiding him a little from the Signless.]

Why don't you just motherfucking get your ass on over here and find out?

[Even if he is curious, the offer is not something he will indulge in. He stands his ground, straightens his posture and places his fists down at his side.]

Such an act would be foolish, not to mention a welcoming hand into the arms fo death. I do not intend to die another time and as such I remain where I stand. If you are so intrigued by my presence then you may come out of the shadows and we shal speak as equals.

[You're no fun...

Well, not one to hide once being called out on it for doing so, he steps out into the clearing. Still in his weird skin-tight white one piece suit...thing...god, that's a mouthful, he still manages to look a bit menacing as he towers over the Signless. His mouth twitches a little, still unbelieving his own eyes, the old rebel from so many sweeps ago.]

[He finds himself in awe as he takes in the sight of the other. Fingers twitch, signaling a sign of nerves and anticipation of what was to come in the next few moments. However, his stand remains.]

Ah. I considered such a possibility that it was you within the shadows. [A pause.] I see I was proven right and here you stand. The subjugulator himself...[A deep breath is taken in.]...in the flesh.

Edited 2012-12-13 07:59 (UTC)

[He snorts a little, stepping closer, until they're barely an arm's length apart. His arms, anyway.]

And you who motherfucking should not even BE in existing flesh.

I am from a time before my execution. It is rather fortunate that the tower chose to take me from such a place, for I still believe in what I preach and wish to spread equality among others. Even within this tower I have attained a small number of followers and have learned more about the world after our time. It is not really a matter of how, what or when I should BE existing as you state. I am here and that is the present, there is no need to dwell on events of the past or future.

[He gives a short pause and takes a step back from the other.]

WE are both here and prisoners of a higher ruler. In the same situation and equals in a sense.

[Saying such words would probably cause the situation to turn for the worse, but he felt he might try to save his own skin. At the very least lay down the line upon the paying field.]

[He actually stands there to listen. In normal situations, Signless wouldn't even be alive right now, or at least, mortally wounded just because the highblood had a nasty habit of acting before thinking.

But right now, he actually does agree with him to an extent. He IS definitely a prisoner here like the Signless, but the mutant's choice of words only make him bristle.]

And just what the motherfuck exactly is HERE?

[Welp, he can't deny the super obvious facts that the signless is spewing at him, so he'll just change the subject a little. He'll appear calm on the outside, but maybe someone would notice him clenching his fists a little tighter?]

[He clears his throat for a moment, as if to clear the air before continuing with his words.]

Here, is the tower of animus. We sport these collars to have them label us for some form of categorizing. It has a hideous history of torture and destruction to it's residents. In addition our world has been destroyed, in fact on a certain floor of the tower you can view the exact moment of destruction if you so choose to. WE are both captives in this environment and everyone has been trying to maintain.

[Oh. The planet he had stationed the Subjugglator's headquarters are...gone? He looks miffed and confused, as if the news doesn't seem real to him right now. He may be a big mean murdering machine, but he's still got some sense to look a little caught off-guard.]

Shit sounds like a motherfucking fairy-tale for wrigglers. Who the fuck up and all spoon fed this shit to your pudding-addled sponge of yours, Sufferer?

[Signless went to open his mouth if only to continue his words and prove to the other that what he spout on about was not nonsense and then...he called him that. His eyes narrowed at such a comment. Fingers come to curl into a fist and a quick clear of his throat follows.]

No.

[He slowly takes in a deep breath and allows his fingers to uncurl as he slowly brings down the annoyance that had built up within him.]

I am not that what you call me. Not...no. Shut. Up.

[That gets the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. He knew that Signless didn't like that title, but actually getting to see his reaction to it is a whole 'nother ball game.]

Heh, oh yeah? Well, sure was a motherfucking popular title to be all calling you after your pathetic motherfucking display on the execution grounds. Sometimes...

[He nears, circling around behind him, staring down over his shoulder and head.] Sometimes, if we all wanted a good motherfucking laugh, we'd up and bring up your motherfucking name. Loads of fun. You would've motherfucking loved it.

I am not such a title. I will stand by all that berating of my title of present. That being such a title: The Signless, one without a sign. It is something I am willing to accept as truth. I will not stand by and listen to your foul maw spew out these malicious atrocities and claim that I am such a Sufferer.

[He downcast his eyes, finding the ground to be much more interesting. for he did not wish to see that grin baring down into his back. Sufferer was correct to some extent, but he wished not to accept it. It was not his reality as of yet and thus he would not stand by and allow his insults to continue.

Making up his mind, in one fluid motion, he turns his heel to face the other and brought his narrowed gaze to meet the high bloods.]

I guess it is fortunate for you that you and the rest of your hierarchy can enjoy a good laugh over the innocent lives of others. Though I cannot say I expected anything more of you. It seems you only get a jolly out of the pain of others, which as said, isn't surprising. It is almost pitiable to know what a waste of a life it is.

[The highblood just rolls his eyes a little, opening and closing his teeth in a silent mockery of the Signless behind his back. He stops just as the Signless turns on his heels, staring down at him with his neck bent a little to meet the smaller troll's gaze.]

Ah, but that's where you're motherfucking wrong.

Wrong! I assure you high blood I am not wrong, I speak nothing but truth. You are simply deaf to my words and only hear the persistent droll of your conceded dogma. Simply because you are of a higher caste does not give you a right to claim I speak lies or state what is right or wrong. Nor does it allow you to treat others in disgrace and spread words of malcontent.

[With each word he advances closer. A sharp growl echoes within his throat.]

[The highblood is silent as the Signless rambles on, shaking his head slightly with a smirk.]

Just up and motherfucking listen to yourself. Ah, but seems like that's all you're motherfucking doing, see? Why don't you cease your disgusting mutant word vomit for a motherfucking second and hear what a brother's got to say about this.

[Their faces are nearly touching with how close he leans in, low growls of his own echoing the Signless's.]

[Signless backed down and curbed his tongue for the moment. He was no impolite and if Grand High Blood wished to say something. He would gladly allow him to. Giving a slight gesture with a wave of his hand, he nods and gives a last word.]

Very well, then proceed.

Death is no motherfucking waste. That motherfucking sacrificing of life to reach the motherfucking dead status is all kinds of precious, fueling the Messiah's powers to gather and grow, to build up to the great motherfucking Vast Honk that we all up and proclaim!

[He narrows his eyes.]

It's the motherfucking grand purging of this universe, motherfucker. We are ALL GOING TO MOTHERFUCKING PERISH, and we subjugglators will be the harbingers of the silence and rebirth of a holy new motherfucking world, fit for the faithful. THE MOTHERFUCKING FAITHFUL.

[And boy is that grin looking mighty evil tonight.]

[Signless remains silent throughout his preach. An eye for an eye he always says, he allowed him to go one and now he returns the favor. Of course he can't say that he was interested in what he was saying.]

Ah, mmm your religion. May you continue to believe in what it is you feel faith in.

[And that's that, his tone is nothing short of uninterested and bland. It wasn't that he didn't wish to dismiss the highbloods preaching or religion. Simply he had no interest presently and so had nothing to say.]

[There's a long pause, and an even slimmer squint of his eyes as he grins down at him.]

Glad to all up and have your motherfucking approval.

[A hand suddenly launches out towards the Signless's head, claws curled around.]

[Signless offered a nod, but it quickly turned into a motion to avoid the claw that was directed towards him. Of course the smaller troll was unsuccessful at such a dodge. He immediately brought his claws up to grab at the other's claw in an attempt to remove the danger.]

This is not what I meant!

[His grip is just tight enough to encase the smaller troll's head snugly in his hand as he tugs him forward, ignoring the claws pricking into his hand.]

Regardless of what you up and motherfucking say or didn't say, you should've known it would end this way, motherfucker. Did you TRULY motherfucking believe I'd just let a mutated motherfucker like you out of my clutches so easily? Heh heh heh...

[He allows for a swallow to pass, one that he had been suppressing. His own claws only attempt to dig further into the trolls skin. Other then simple actions of defense, Signless seems calm. Calmer then most at the onset of death. Why struggle? Death was inevitable without a weapon to fight back with. Besides his future back home was at the hands of the high blood as well.]

No, I did not. In fact I expected you to this, since it is only what you do in my future. But if you are to kill me now I will not scream out in rage as I did in your memory. You are a monstrosity in comparison to me and without a weapon I am within your grasp and with no hope of escape. I do hope I am fortunate to return.

Edited 2013-01-03 08:15 (UTC)

[He lets out a deep sigh, as if in disappointment and just lazily shakes the Signless side to side. It's not so much of an execution or righteous sacrifice to the Messiahs right now, seeing as this was just a spur of the moment thing. Yeah, sure, he had killed the Signless before, but...well, this was more of a personal experiment than work or religious practice.]

Don't matter to this brother none either motherfucking way. Whether you rise back from the motherfucking piles of bones you all up and leave behind or rot forever into the soil, I don't give a fuck.

But hey, Sufferer. If you do return? I'll be sure to give you a nice motherfucking welcome back party.

[And then with a slow grin, he drags a single claw against Signless's throat, letting the bright and tantalizing red liquid seep out slowly and coat his finger.]

[ There is no sign of struggle. The troll simply gurgles a bit and slowly falls to his knees before coming in contact with the ground beneath him. A large pool of his blood gathers beneath him, as the light that was once so full of hope leaves his eyes. The Signless was no more.]

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TRIGGERED!

AW YEAH

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