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towerofanimus2013-02-14 04:55 pm
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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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.]