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[dualscars.livejournal.com]

Characters: dualscars and whoever wants to pester him.
Setting: Floor 10.
Format: Starting off with brackets, but I'll match.
Summary: Dualscar copes with the Condesce's decision of equality. Poorly.
Warnings: R for Raging Douche.


Scenario A ⇨

["equality."

for anyone else, the situation that had arisen wouldn't cause as much distress as this. but this is dualscar: so naturally, it affected him ten times worse than was called for. even if many of his theatrics were intentional, a lot of them... were not.

it wasn't the fact that he was, the signless, but more the fact of how. what did the mutant -- no, monstrosity, the mutation was not favorble to his survival in the least -- think he doing in addressing the empress so forwardly?

but then she'd agreed. put him on the same level, thrown away the heirachy completely, and everything that made him better than the other with what he assumed to be a single syllable. he couldn't fathom that they were to be equals in that regard. he didn't want him to be even within the same room as her, building, land, let alone speaking freely to her, and her seemingly not minding it--

it made him sick. a feeling no amount of slaughter could alleviate, no matter the size of the enemy or the viciousness of it or just how slowly he dictated the creatures' demise, it wouldn't let up. the guns aches his shoulder now, the friction of the cutlass in hand rubbing his hand raw. the water feels heavy, not soothing as he'd hoped it would. he swims on, searching for a new target.

but red.

they all bleed fucking red.]

Scenario B ⇨

[ahab's crosshairs leans against the bench, the sword lies bloodied scarlet upon the floor. it spreads slowly across it, intermingling with the spilled salt water, and there is not only red, but drips of rich violet hues as well.

the orphaner sits at the same bench, hunched over with his elbows on his knees. presumably in rest, his bare chest heaving as he catches his breath, tiny rivulets of seawater running down his scarred face, neck, shoulders, swimshorts, legs-- finally to the floor as well.

but there are a few new gashes that momentarily halt him in his brutal excursions. scratches here and there that look to be more of an irritation than anything, but then the most noticable one along the side of his torso. from below his shoulder blade to just barely missing where his gills begin it runs; the wound itself ideep and jagged, swelling with a little more blood everytime he inhales.

not that it's of any more concern to him than any of his other wounds are; this one just bleeding heavily enough so as to need it to stop before he immersed himself in the water again. no need to attract hoards of the unwelcome, after all.]

Comments

[floreatnoctem.livejournal.com]

[She's seen them in the tower, rooms with one whose voice grates her ears whenever she talks- Chidori's not a fan of loud people, much less loud aliens. Still, she's never seen one quite like this one- neither this old or in such a state- the way she notes they're built makes that a bit of a surprise. After all, they've claws, sharp teeth- meant to prey, not be preyed upon, so all that she assumes is blood takes her by surprise. She pauses, considering if the course of action she wishes to take is the wisest- but if Minato were with her, he would do it, so she turns, boots scuffing the floor beneath them as she does. She stops just short of him, expression ever-impassive but only the slightest bit curious.]

You're injured.

[She's not the most verbose, and while eloquent, doesn't much see the point in wasting too many words.]

I can fix it.

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[he starts slightly, being so absorbed in his ever incessant brooding he hadn't been aware of his immediate surroundings. it's a woman's voice that greets him, and for a moment there'd been a glimmer of hope (yet still dread) that it'd be someone he'd have liked to see, but that's quickly extinguished as he looks round.

another human. what's worse, even her hair echoes that vile color. they probably bleed the same as these useless beasts of this aquarium do, he thinks. why had he even bothered asking before, when the answer had been so obvious?

his hand had instinctively gone to grasp the barrel of his gun. he pulls away from her slightly, baring pointed teeth, his fins flattening and flaring out against the sides of his face. if he'd been in his home world, surely he would've been culled already for his mistake.]

You are?

[floreatnoctem.livejournal.com]

Not an enemy.

[For the moment at least, though she eyes the rifle with a certain degree of pointedness. His teeth are quite sharp, she notes- though she's not sure if she realizes the fins make his seeming irritation more amusing than threatening to her. Then again, she doesn't have much in the way of things she fears, for a vast number of reasons- and she doesn't think this man will be any different. Still, she makes it a point to keep her stance neutral, the barest of movements keeping the chains of her axes from making their presence known.]

Chidori, otherwise.

[She's not as formal as Minato, or anyone else from their country, so she doesn't bother with her surname or honorifics, and merely inclines her head toward his injuries again.]

Shall I?

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[take it as a wounded animal would do; nothing but a primitive, puffer-fish like reaction to feeling suddenly threatened. his gaze flicks downward to her hands (weaponless) and back to her visage again. the eyes didn't tell him much, either.

but like her, he's curious. ever so slightly, and more than hesitently, he lifts his arm so that she may have better access to the wound. still he can't shake the feeling shebleedsred shebleedsredshebleedsred, the same as him-- if he knew at this very moment that she did, he wonders if he would refuse her offering.

of course he would. that shouldn't even be a valid question.

and despite his previous misgivings, he has to be sure.]

What color is your blood?

We'll go with B

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[She had already promised herself that she wasn't going to bother getting herself involved in this mess until it was absolutely necessary. Hey, perhaps she was even hoping Dualscar's anger would push him to hastier actions. This wasn't quite what she had in mind, though. It wasn't difficult to hear the crosshairs firing as she passed the room, even underwater.

It's almost sad, but she hadn't seen water in several sweeps. She had almost forgotten what it looked like.

Like it or not, ignoring the problem wouldn't make it disappear. She had already passed by once when he was fighting, having ignored it entirely. Now she could see violet on the floor, causing her to exhale in a bit of exasperation as she entered. He wouldn't be pleased with her -- hell, she was barely pleased with herself, having to stoop so low. But she had already learned where pride would get her, and that was nowhere.]

Dualscar.

[She uses his name, rather than his title this time. Losing her best warrior would do nothing to get her back where she needed to be. If she had to be a friend beyond duty for the day, then she would indulge it.

For now, anyway.

She wouldn't enter the water just yet -- in truth, she can feel her gills sucking the salty air in desperately beneath her robes, but she's wary of starting a habit she doesn't want nor need.]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[and now a voice he couldn't mistake, ever, even if he wanted to. slowly, warily, he glances over then drops his gaze to the floor. best not look at her too forwardly, yet she read him too easily. and now with the feeling of what he sees as betrayal on her behalf, he almost feels shame on his own. and then some as a soldier of his calibre shouldn't feel that at all.

he stands from where he rests, failing to hide the grimace which comes from the sudden movement and the protest of the wound that follows, and bows. not as low as he would like, but a bow nonethless. some water drips noisily from his hair.]

Your Highness.

[--is all he says, head remaining inclined as he still doesn't meet her gaze fully. the fact that she'd have to see him in such a state. really. and he doesn't know what he'd do if signless were to then come by, presumebly having been near, and the thought of it (no matter how ridiculous) still hurts. he shouldn't be allowed anywhere near her.]

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

Sit.

[It comes out as almost a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. Did she really have to mother these wrigglers into submission? It was absolutely absurd to even think about.

And so she wouldn't, without at least letting him know how immature he was being about all of this.]

Chase the wrong shark, did you?

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[of course, he obeys, sitting back down quickly. despite not looking directly at her, he still notices her movements in the corner of his eye. now exasperation: he should be culled for causing that alone, let alone all his other apparent weaknesses. he idly wonders if she would, and decides that would probably be for the best.

(how melodramatic. he'd rage about it later if she did.)

the orphaner lifts a bruised and bloodied hand to his chin, as if to thoughtfully stroke it; though the action isn't quite complete.]

Somethin' like that, aye.

A

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[During the previous month, when only a sickly sweet buffet was available, Eridan was incredibly pleased by the appearance of the aquarium, and even after real food returned, he continued visiting the place. Why not? He didn't have to interact with anyone else except for during breakfast.

Naturally, he didn't expect to practically swim into his ancestor through the cloud of fish. Shit. He kicked sideways to put a decently sized fish between Dualscar and himself.]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[unexpected for the both of them, then. glub. despite his hideously foul mood, he can't help but be somewhat pleased with his descendant's appearance, and the opportunities this opens up for the both of them-- except, well, when eridan kicks a fish between them.

in one swift motion, he skewers it through the middle with his sword, a cloud of blood blossoming from its gaping wound as it swiftly ceases in its movements of undulation. he tears it off, casually, then propels himself forward to make a move and grab for eridan's scarf.]

[allthefeelings.livejournal.com]

[Trying to backpedal, kick himself away, Eridan's long scarf is fairly easily grabbed by his ancestor. Oh god. He can't take it off, HE CAN'T. Not to mention his gun is useless in close quarters.]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[if eridan does indeed have his gun with him, expect dualscar to let go of his sword completely; for it to drift languidly down and away from the intertwined two. he pays little attention to it, instead opting use his newly freed hand to grab the rifle-like part of the crosshairs and deliberately tilt it away from him.

not the least bit trusting in his protege, not in the least.

with the younger one's panicked backpedaling though, it should make it somewhat easier for the scarf to loosen and eventually tear free. after all, he's not exactly attempting to strangle the other.]

B

[edes-virag.livejournal.com]

[The Nation makes her way along the corridors, searching out for something to be of use in this place. After everything that's been going on, she was getting just a bit of cabin fever in waiting for the next so called 'event' to take place and settle this place in chaos.

Sighing, she wandered to the 10th floor only to practically stop in her steps when she remembers this smell of blood. No matter the creature, alien or not, Blood is blood.

Evergreen eyes squinted in focus as she rounds the corner with a bit more confidence in her step, years of battle allows her to switch from the maid she became to the warrior she once was.] Hello? Is- everything alright?

ohay there

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[the orphaner glares towards the source of the noise, his lip curling into the beginnings of his infamous sneer. wearily, he reaches down to pick up his discarded and much abused sword, wincing as he does so; but he does so tightly. despite the tone of voice seeming friendly enough, he wasn't sure as to who it was, or even what race they were.

but, alas: she's human. and this does not diminish his hold on the weapon.

he ignores her question, finding it nondescript and invasive, however tempting it is to say "no".]

Hello.

what's happenin' hot stuff.

[edes-virag.livejournal.com]

[Part of her seems just a tad weary of this person- alien before her but mustering her courage, she walked forward with her evergreen eyes focusing on him.]

Are you new to the tower or- have I just locked myself away far too much? [Asks with a bit of a smile, wondering if this stranger would take to kindness or if he was going to be like Prussia and deserve a quick kick to the balls.

The weapon seems to be what makes her the more weary than anything else. Though she is a nature of a history of grand battles in her name, there was only so much she could do here with no protection or real weapons of her own.]

your face

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

["kindness"? what's that? if he were in his universe, found injured and alone like this, there's a fair chance he would've been killed for his weakness already. quite frankly, he deserves much more than just a quick to the bulge. the sword remains at his side; it is clear he does not yet want her to come much closer, but if she did...

he hoods his eyes, tilting his head downward so as to administer a sharp glare.]

Define "new".

B

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[Naminé's trips to this floor, some time ago, were more frequent that they are now. Before, she'd felt safer in the tower (or at least, she'd gotten that way over time) but after the whole business with the survey and mentions of experiments, she'd had a much harder time working past that feeling that she shouldn't be leaving her room because some retribution was waiting for her. Today, she's made the trip in hopes of achieving some small comfort, some remedy for the hopeless feeling she is trying so hard to fight. Her drawings did her few favors - they came from her mind, after all - and so that recourse was lost.]

[She was not expecting to find an adult troll already present. If it had been possible for her to fail to anticipate something even farther than that, it would be that that troll would be injured and very well armed. Despite herself, she sucks in a gasp, a hand coming up to cover her mouth too late. Were he not so equipped and a sword so heavily bloodied so nearby, she might have intended to help him; as it is, she finds herself immediately apprehensive. None of it is proof that he was the aggressor, certainly, but it's enough to put her on edge. (That hopeless feeling does not much help his case.)]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[the adult troll looks round towards the source of the noise; he hadn't realized this to be such an apparently popular area for humans to gather. perhaps they liked the sea as well, but were scared of what lurked in their depths, as land dwellers were? and if her gasp were anything to go by, then perhaps that was the case?

but the change in atmosphere is welcome, allowing him to tear away from his brooding. she was smaller than most of the humans he'd seen so far: weaponless, thin in stature. thus, he immediately put her into the classification of "prey" and not "potential threat"; as he did with most anyway. his lips curl into a smile.]

Afraid, are you?

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[She's not quite sure what to make of that smile, since she's seen plenty of dangerous people do just that, but it doesn't do much to make her feel any safer. She definitely fits the "prey" category, but for the moment she doesn't flee - not until she's sure he means harm and isn't some kind of... victim, even if he'd apparently be one quite capable of fighting back. His question makes her stiffen just a little; briefly she considers not answering at all, since she's well aware that some people thrive on inflicting suffering in others and that's something she's had to try to avoid encouraging before. Still, would he be more likely to react poorly if she doesn't answer? What she ends up doing is somewhere in-between - she lowers her head slightly in what might be a nod or might be a defensive gesture.]

Wh... what happened?

[isnotagiraffe.livejournal.com]

[Taiki knew which floors to avoid, the one that made him feel the most ill. But really the whole tower was thick with blood and violence and Taiki walked round in a haze of dizziness most days. Those that had taken them were cruel but it wasn't just them.

To Taiki it seemed like everyone was trying to make him more ill, people kept getting hurt or hurting each other, he had even heard rumours of some tower citizens killing others.

Of course part of Taiki knew that they weren't doing it purposfully to hurt Taiki and Keiki but it was becoming harder to quiet the voice that whispered they were all out to hurt him, they were all part of this.

He walked onto floor ten, he liked the fish; liked watching them but today the moment he stepped onto the last step he realised the reason why he had been feeling worse every step he took.

He stumbled wanting to run away but feeling too dizzy even to do that, his eyes took in the sword and realised that although this man was injured he had hurt someone too.]

What did you do? [He had to get out of here but he noticed something strange] Your... blood is purple...

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[before even sizing the individual in question up, dualscar growls in warning. the tone of apparent disapproval was one he has recently grown to loathe coming from his inferiors, and this boy was no exception to the rule. there was nothing to disapprove of for doing something perfectly instinctual.

he runs his tongue along the tips of his teeth, just short of cutting into it. and violet eyes matching the color of the spilled blood judged the other quickly; sweeping down and up once before glowering back.]

I've killed, obviously.

[isnotagiraffe.livejournal.com]

[A whimper as Taiki falls to the floor, sitting and shaking slightly unable to stand because of the dizziness that was overwhelming him. He was scared of this man, who was a troll like Feferi but cruel where she was kind.] Why? Who did you kill? Why...

A

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

[The tenth floor was new to the Albino, many times he'd walked right on past the massive aquarium and never bothered to stop in and look. The suspended water made him wary, especially once he eyed a large barracuda that looked like it could go for a snack.

Trailing his fingers idly along the surface of the water, he made his way around, looking at the different creatures that inhabited the place. Of course in the one tank what did surprise him was the large humanoid fish that seemed to be swimming past. Leaping back he was surprised when he felt himself fall into the tank of water behind him. Flailing around a bit he managed to right himself in the water and look around.]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[well, now, a human in the tank? this was something he'd yet to see. he'd previously seen the man merely observing the aquarium, at times reaching out to touch it, but no more. and dualscar had subsequently ignored him, each evidently preferring to keep to themselves. that is, until the prussian encroached upon his territory.

quicker than thought to be possible (the sea dwellers being the rulers of the sea for a reason), he propels himself to near-proximity of the other-- but no more. his cutlass remains in his hand, ready for use; the crosshairs float eerily behind his back, linked by no more than a simple strap.

one of the reasons he hasn't acted?

maybe humans had some sort of aquatic prowess to them, something he should gauge before doing so. after all, they'd managed to surprise him quite a few times already.]

What do you think you're doin'?

[but to prussia, the most the communication would entail is a sudden expulsion of bubbles from the troll's mouth, much less words to make sense of. it's what happens when one doesn't realize another lacks the mutation necessary to live underwater comfortably.]

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

[Seeing as Prussia was certainly not aquatic, nor had the ability to breathe or communicate underwater he merely gave the troll a weird look before making a move to get his knife out of his boot. He certainly didn't trust someone with a cutlass in his hand, giving a sharp look as if daring the other to attack him he moved to back out of the water.

Prussia certainly wasn't going to fight a fish, even a troll like fish, he'd fight in air where he could breathe and not risk drowning.]