[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.]

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[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.]