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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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[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.]