E%patriate ♐ Darkleer (
disgracedvoid) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-02-14 04:55 pm
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[CLOSED] It started out with a kiss...
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.]
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.]

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[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.
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ollies in (wow this is totally not late, nope)
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
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.]
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I do care for what you say! I do not see how such actions have led you to believe otherwise.
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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.
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Darkleer sees red
and blue and yellowas 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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Horuss! Calm yourself!
[He nearly screamed it, trying to get the attention of the other.]
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He glows alternating red and blue, and he raises his arms in defense.]
Don't you even try.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]