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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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[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.]