[CLOSED] It started out with a kiss...

[disgracedvoid]

Characters: Darkleer, Signless and later Psiioniic.
Setting: Floor 45.
Format: Action.
Summary: Darkleer falls prey to one of the tape recordings and tries - and fails - to control his jealousy over his non-relationship with Signless. Then things get ugly when Psiioniic gets involved.
Warnings: Darkleer actually being Hulk's long lost blue brother. Murder, violence, blood, slurs and things that are Not Happy and Not Okay. Also, yay, primary colors, primary colors everywhere!

[Darkleer retreated from the workshop without really getting much work done. There was a constant thumping in his veins. He couldn't quite pinpoint when it had begun, but he recognized it with dread. He was angry. He was always angry at something or other, of course, because his temper was the beast it was, but this was different. He was angry. And while he tried to reign in the building tension, feeling his temples pulse with it, he couldn't quite think straight. And yet, even as he slowed down his breathing and tried to pin down whatever triggered this sudden, all-consuming anger, his thoughts kept circling back to... him.

The sheer irrationality of it offended him. And of course that only made him angrier. But he suddenly found Signless infuriating. Or rather his actions. Or his lack of actions. How dare he, thought Darkleer, without really noticing, how fucking dare him! And he couldn't even concentrate on one thing, to be angry about, which meant he couldn't stop being angry about it because there were just so many things!

He went to sit in a far corner of the room, sideways against the glass. He rested his head against the glass, feeling the cool surface as a pleasant contrast to his heated skin. He was boiling over, from the inside out, and all his patience, all his methods and his techniques, weren't doing their work and keeping him from getting angry. Darkleer let out a soft, slow breath, eyes fixed in the clouds outside, pointedly ignoring the creatures crawling on the other side of the glass. They didn't matter. All that mattered was that he could take a certain mutant troll out of his mind and no matter what he tried, he couldn't stop feeling so angry.]

Comments

[disgracedvoid]

If you fear so much to be in my presence, why indulge in it at all, then!

[iron_infidel]

Currently! Currently I am!

[disgracedvoid]

Is that what you want, then? To make me lose my temper?

[Despite his words and the fact his hands were shaking ever so slightly, when he tilted Signless chin up the touch was suitably gentle.]

Are you trying to prove I need you?

[iron_infidel]

[The touch may have been gentle, but the troll swallowed hard. A small shiver, subtle, went down his spine. He was nervous, but his voice continued to follow a stern tone.]

If this behavior is what you wish to display, I do not with to prove anything. Nor do I need you, calm yourself and that opinion may change!

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer bared his teeth. He was losing control of his temper. He could tell. And Signless being so cavalier about it was not helping one bit. He shoved the smaller troll out of his lap, growl nesting in his throat.]

Go away, Preacher.

[iron_infidel]

No I will not. Inform me of what is wrong and then I will consider leaving you be! Why are you plagued with anger Horuss?

[The shove through him off, but he held his balance. Standing at a attention right beside the other.]

[disgracedvoid]

I said leave, Vantas.

[The growl began to overcome his voice, though he still retained enough sense to not stand up.]

I cannot stand to see your face right now.

[iron_infidel]

Oh? Can you not? I recall a desire to see it before. I ask again what is your sudden change in emotion!? Why is it that your cry out in anger!

ollies in (wow this is totally not late, nope)

[xanthous]

[Who should win the bad timing awards? This troll.

He stumbles across them rather literally, flushed and tripping over himself. He's completely disgusted with himself, so much so that he doesn't even notice anything amiss between them. Or, well, them at all. He'd been too preoccupied with thoughts of Sollux and what happened between the two of them, and it turns out that bites hurt. They hurt a lot.

So when he finally notices Darkleer and Signless he doesn't think of much but hiding his bitemarks.]

Uh. Hi.

ehehehehehehehe

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer stands, long last, between Psii's arrival and Signless insistence not leave him be, eyes narrowed and mouth set into a fierce snarl.]

I know you care none for what I say, you've made that abundantly clear now. So away with you, away with you both!

[Darkleer does not, as a rule, raise his voice above his usual monotone. That roar, however, betrayed the fact he was quite capable of reaching a very loud volume if he wanted to. And given the fact he was slowly succumbing to the more feral sides of his rage, he very much wanted to at the moment.]

[iron_infidel]

[No, Signless was not a troll to back down. Regardless if Psiionic had appeared he would refuse to leave so easily. Yet, the presence of the other kept the troll on edge. He wished for him not to be here and it was coming to the point where his internal instinct was screaming at him to leave. Yet, he couldn't. He was invested in the emotions and concerns that other held and such he would not leave until an answer was established. ]

I do care for what you say! I do not see how such actions have led you to believe otherwise.

[xanthous]

[Well this is definitely not what he really wanted to walk into. He frowns at Darkleer, before turning to Signless.]

Okay, I obviouthly interrupted thomething, but I don't really care.

[Even if he sounds really bitter, but whatever.]

You guyth can keep having your quadrantthpat, but you might want to move it thomewhere elthe.

[disgracedvoid]

[That was the wrong thing to say. That was the wrongest possible thing to say in a really long, really detailed list of wrong things to say.

Darkleer sees red and blue and yellow as he finds himself staring down at the source of the unmitigated jealousy churning in his gut. The highblood seems to swell in size as he snarls at Psii.

Yeah. Sorry, folks.

Darkleer has officially left the building.]

[iron_infidel]

[Signless can feel the tension rise and the danger is thick enough to swim in by this point. Yet he moves forward. Being who he was allowed bravery and the stupidity to be a strong suite. With purpose he moves in front of Darkleer's gaze and placed a firm hand upon his arm.]

Stop this now!

[He cries out, his voice raising to that of a threatening level. He turns his gaze for the moment and glances back at Psiionic]

What are you doing here! It is not wise Psii.[This tone held concern. He did not know what was to come, but he knew the signs of rage. He was no idiot. Both of them were in danger.]

[xanthous]

[Unfortunately for Darkleer, but mostly for Psii, he has had it with highbloods being bossy little shits and thinking that just because their blood was higher on the spectrum they could do whatever they pleased.]

I just wanted to go back to my room.

[He snarls, not taking his eyes away from Darkleer.]

Now, I'm tho thorry I interrupted you two, but I'm going to leave you here.

[He takes a step, fully intending to just pass them both and continue on his merry way.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Somewhere in the depths of his mind, Darkleer is disgusted with himself. But the disgust pales in comparison to the irrational, violent urge currently dissolving any sense of rationality he ever possessed.

He no longer registered the words Psii said, only the tone and the fact it came from someone he felt an acute urge to eviscerate. Distantly, he had a vague notion that to do so was wrong, but he couldn't for the life of him remember why, when he was so angry and the victim was so readily available.

Darkleer growled and lunged, hands aiming for the smaller troll with clear homicidal intent.]

[iron_infidel]

[ No, no, no, no! He moved to stop the troll. His claws latching onto the arm of the other and he moved his stance to come to place between the two. He knew he didn't stand a chance, Darkleer was more powerful and larger then he. Yet, he would not let harm come to one of his followers and would fight to protect them.]

Horuss! Calm yourself!

[He nearly screamed it, trying to get the attention of the other.]

[xanthous]

[Psii snarls back at Darkleer, baring his teeth. He's not exactly sure what's gotten into the larger troll, but he's disliked him for a very, very long time. This is just another thing that's going to make him hate Darkleer, but in a very platonic way.

He glows alternating red and blue, and he raises his arms in defense.]

Don't you even try.

[disgracedvoid]

[Psii, plz. Does he look like he's trying? Of course not! He's doing!

Signless attempt's to stop him only serve to leave Signless hanging onto his arm by virtue of his own strength, as Darkleer seemed to not have even registered him in the slightest. He advanced on the yellowblood with a single-minded, unshakable determination.

And that determination involved turning his insides into outsides and possibly redecorate the floor with blood. Nothing of Darkleer's usual delicacy or restraint was left. The troll that stormed up to Psii was vicious and violent and reckless and not in the least concerned to keep track of his strength.]

[iron_infidel]

[It was almost comical how the mutant remained attached to high blood. Yet, given the context there was only danger that could come out of such an episode. Signless stopped and let go. He fell to the ground, bringing out his hands to catch his fall. Quickly, though it was a daring act, he removes his sickle and propels it towards the high blood. He didn't want to harm the other, but he also didn't wish to see harm come to his friend.]

[xanthous]

[Signless, stop. Just stop. You're going to make everything worse, and Psii wouldn't be able to live with himself if Signless got hurt, or killed, because Darkleer is just like all other highbloods and Psii is too stubborn to back down.

He let's out a deep breath, weighing his options. He could use his psionics to move Signless out of harms way. He could use them to stop Darkleer, too, but for the longest time it was ingrained in him that he couldn't do that. It had taken so long for him to get comfortable using them in the first place - not many took kindly to a troll using their psychic powers freely. They were only supposed to be used when orders, lest the other slaves or an owner get angry and take care of the psychic threat.

He doesn't know what to do, but he knows that leaving would be a bad idea. He can't let Signless get hurt, or let him get killed by this troll again.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Signless succeeds in distracting Darkleer, if only because he reaches out instinctively to hold that sickle before it can hit him. Though he succeeds in stopping it, he also ends up cutting his hand. The blade is sharp and it slits his palm as he catches it, but the pain is negligible in the face of his current temperament.

Darkleer carelessly throws the sickle away and turns enough to roar in Signless' face for the interruption.

Nope, still nowhere near coherent or even a distant shade of himself. Sorry.]