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Characters: Signless - and OPEN! (and hopefully Condesce and Psiioniic~)
Setting: On the dorm levels.
Format: I'll follow your lead
Summary: Signless is working his way through the dormitory, searching for his best friend. He might encounter your character!
Warnings: Probable violence.

Signless had waited for two days.

Two days he had waited, searched, and worried. He hadn't slept in that time.

He had roamed the hallways, searched the other levels as best he could, and nearly gotten himself killed in the forest.

Now he was done. Someone had stolen Psiioniic, and whoever they were, they had to be hiding. And he was going to find them.

He moved methodically down the hallways of the dormitories, banging on each door until it was opened, or taking a sickle to the knob to break in. No matter what he had to do, he was going to find Psiioniic.

And when he found the douchebag who had hurt his friend, he was going to make them pay.

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The moment when Condesce went to scream at his friend was the moment Signless snapped. He'd been holding it together pretty well, focusing on trying to win Condesce over, and coax Psiioniic into remembering who he was and come back to him of his own free will. He'd been keeping his temper in check.

But that fucking cowardly bitch was spitting and snarling into the face of a pathetic little grubling too messed up to do anything more than cower, instead of standing up to him and fighting back like she should.

She shouldn't have discounted him. He didn't say a word, just stepped into the room and raised both sickles, then tried to bury them in her back.

Psiioniic would promptly be dropped with a shriek of pain from the Condescension. She staggered slightly to brace herself against the wall with one arm while the other holding the trident didn't hesitate to swing around in an attempt to skewer him in punishment for being so close to her. Pupils dilated in slight panic, intangible swears coming out in mere hisses from her throat. She could feel blood pooling at the wounds and snaking down her back rather rapidly, but it seemed that she couldn't quite decide whether she should try and pull away from him to try and keep her back from continuing to be exposed or whether she should hold still to keep more blood from spilling...not to mention the fact that he was very near her spinal cord.

So she held still, gritting her teeth, still cursing herself for such a novice mistake -- but she was finally silent, save for hideous growls of anger and pain that rumbled out of her throat. She couldn't even speak passed them to give Psiioniic an order for attack. After all, she was not a healer...her powers could not fix any extra damage that would come from extra wriggling about. The trident stab had been the most she could manage -- now it only served as a leaning post to supplement somewhat labored breathing.

Somehow, impossibly, Ψiioniic managed not to kill Signless when he attacked the Condesce. Everything in him was screaming at him that his master was under attack and he had to defend her - except for the tiny remaining sane bit of his mind, which said that the attack was his best friend and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he killed the Signless.

That tiny part appeared to be the part that was in control of his powers, at least for the moment. So when the Condesce dropped him he collapsed, hands pressed to his head and eyes squeezed shut, in the hopes that if he didn't actually see what was happening, he wouldn't be compelled to do something about it.

If the Condesce had managed even the slightest hint of an actual order to attack he might have broken, but with only growls and hisses coming from her, he was able to hold on.

Not without making a few panicked sounds of his own, moans of pain and fear quivering in his windtube.

The trident was badly aimed, since she was essentially stabbing blind, but Signless was close enough that it delivered a glancing blow to his thigh, ripping into the meat of it and causing bright red blood to sheet down his leg. A minor wound in the scheme of things, but painful.

"No," he hissed, and ripped the sickles sideways and out. At this point, he intended to kill her, paralyze her, destroy her so she couldn't hurt Psiioniic anymore.

He'd pick up the pieces later, if watching his mistress be killed was difficult for Psiioniic to take.

The Condescension flinched rather violently once the sickles were ripped out, weakly spinning herself to land so that her wound was facing the wall so that he couldn't get at her again. Involuntary tears of pain pooled at the corners of her eyes, most of her strength focusing on keeping her trident poised in front of her frame defensively.

Blood was swiftly pooling beneath her, dying a good majority of her skin and robes in her deep tyrian hue. She wasn't even looking at Psiioniic now, a small trickle of blood beginning to leak out of the corner of her mouth the longer she glared at Signless. Despite the horribly grim situation, she couldn't help but smirk very smugly.

For all he preached about peace, he was hardly any better than her.

It was too much. His best friend was descending into the sort of killing rage Ψiioniic never, ever wanted to see again. He didn't want Signless to have to betray his ideals to rescue a pathetic slave who couldn't even fight to protect himself.

Worse, his mistress was dying, and the drive to try to protect her was overwhelming. But if he killed Signless now, he'd never be able to live with himself, and if the Condesce survived, he'd be trapped in her power forever.

Ψiioniic screamed and clutched at his head as power flashed out from him in all directions, an explosion of red and blue that crashed through the room. It tore him apart from the inside out and he knew he was dying, but at least that would be better than watching what was going on.

Maybe, without him to fight over, Signless would be able to retreat and go back to his ideals, and not have to face down the Condesce.

In his delirium it didn't occur to him that the backwash of power might well kill the Signless and the Condesce, as well.

Signless saw that smirk and scowled. He had killed before, even after beginning to preach. Sometimes, it was necessary, simply because of the world in which they lived. In this case, killing the Condesce had been an impulsive decision, but he felt little remorse. Not yet, anyway.

He didn't intend to press on, though. He turned to Psiioniic, intending to grab his friend and abscond, only to watch a wave of killing energy explode out from the yellow-blood and engulf the rest of the room.

After that, he didn't see anything more.

As the Condescension saw it, she was not making it out of this alive no matter which way the cards were facing. And so when she began to hear the ominous crackle coming from the troll next to her, she couldn't help but chuckle in a horribly guttural fashion, lungs already full of fluid from when she had been stabbed.

The death was quicker than bleeding out, at least. If she wasn't going to live, neither would either of them. Certainly not the most preferable of outcomes, but better than the alternative.

With the little Tyrian wriggler dead, power would fall to Dualscar, then. Again, not the most preferable, but certainly better than the weak little wriggler she had come face to face with.

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Aaand I think this is death for all three

DEATH COMBO [x3]