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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.]

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[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...

[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.

[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...

[the warrior doesn't miss a beat. he lifts himself from the bench, taking the lighter of the two weapons (the cutlass) along with him. newly agitated in his motions, he leaves not only a shallow trail of salt water, but few drops of blood as well as he strides to stand a short distance away from the fallen individual.

seeing this blatant display of perverse weakness causes ire to stir within him, but a lot of things tend to do that. and it is thrilling as well. he laughs openly and without restraint, the noise echoing throughout the spacious room.]

Pathetic. Are you really so allergic to the mere idea of it?

[Pathetic, this troll was not the first who had called him that. Taiki suposed they were right, but usually people didn't go around murdering others on a whim so constant exposure to blood was not something Taiki was used to. He looks up, knowing that he will get no help from this creature.] Blood [He is whispering, saving his strength to try and summon Sanshi] Blood makes me weak.

[dualscar stares at the boy unfeelingly. now, admitting your weaknesses to your superiors? he was practically just begging to be culled. he may as well lick the bottom of his boot and plead with him to be merciful, to put him out of his misery quickly.

but dualscar isn't like that. he likes to toy with his prey when given the chance; if given the luxury.

exhaling, he reaches a hand to the most prominent of the wounds, the one at his side, and proceeds to embed a talon into its opening. blood begins to gush more vigorously about the area due to the new pressure, and he frees it by tearing away a portion of the outtermost layer of (already broken) skin entirely.

his side's more of a bloody mess now, the exposed gills lining his ribs now only discernible through their predictable motions thanks to their new coating. but as some would say, "it's just a flesh wound."]

[Everyone in this tower was cruel and bloodthirsty and out to get him. Taiki didn't even silence the voice this time, because as the troll tore part of his skin off to make it bleed more Taiki thought it was right. Some blood fell onto Taiki's skin and Taiki's eyes rolled in his head as he tried to fight to stay conciousness. Gathering the last of his strength Taiki tried to crawl to the exit, barely able to, mainly sliding along the floor.]

[pathetic. utterly and completely.

if only he could do society the favor of actually killing the boy, and having natural selection take its full course. he wonders if their captors were able to revive themselves as well, and, once they were dead, if this madness of ressurrection would cease.

but if there weren't any point to killing him, he would give him wounds to last. and if that didn't hold up, then hopefully the memories would. to himself? he's being merciful and almost kind in giving taiki more of an incentive to change his future behavior.

his hold about the cutlass's handle tightens for an instant, before he aims downwards to plunge it into the boys side.]

[Taiki turned round and his eyes went wide with fear as the cutless came towards him. He was terrified but was unable to move because of the diziness that still gripped him. He managed to raise an arm against the cutless and he cried out for help. Weak as he was his cry was silent, but his Shirei still came.

Sanshi appeared with a roar, scooping Taiki up in her arms not before his arm was cut though. His eyes rolled back in his head as unconciousness took him. She snarled at Dualscar; cradling Taiki in her arms.

Gohran had appeared at the same time as Sanshi with a growl of his own and dived straight at Dualscar, aiming for his throat.

Sanshi took advantage of the distraction to sprint for the exit with Taiki.]

OOC: Sanshi: http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/uploads/thumbs/475419145.gif
Gouran: http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100925220313/12kingdoms/images/thumb/e/e3/Toutetsu_Gohran_Wolf.png/487px-Toutetsu_Gohran_Wolf.png

[dualscar leaps back instinctively at the sudden change: as surprised as he is at how the situation had turned so quickly, survival came before reflection. his former prey would be carried away without much more trouble from him, considering he now had trouble of his own.

as gohran followed his movement with a leap of his own, presumably aiming to kill, dualscar swings the sword in an upward arc to both defend and hopefully inflict damage in turn: however, through it all, the wolf-like entity may manage to sink his teeth into a side of the troll's forearm.]

[Sanshi and Taiki were long gone but Gohran fought on. The sword scraped his side but it was a shallow cut and Gohran turned with another snarl blood in his teeth from catching Dualscar's arm.

He aimed for the throat again, Taiki was not here to see or to call him off, to beg him not to murder. This troll had tried to harm Taiki, had harmed Taiki, so Gohran would eliminate him]

[seeing the blood drip from gohran's teeth is infuriating on it's own, let alone the fact that he actually seemed to be struggling against-- well, whatever this was. only he was allowed to spill his own blood. but he's better prepared for this new attack: sword already raised outward and against the beast; taking a step back so as to brace himself for whatever impact occurred.

he was the orphaner, after all. the orphaner. the troll infamous for slaying hundreds upon hundreds, possibly thousands, of trolls' lusii without so much as a backward glance-- he'd think this fight should be right up his ally, already predisposed for failure or not.]

[Gouran roared in pain and anger as the sword sliced his side. Not wanting to waste time, and not wanting to be any more injured than he could manage, for it would just make Taiki ill if went near him in this condition, he changed.

Gone was the giant wolf and instead a monstrous face with swirling red eyes. He swooped towards Dualscar snapping his jaws, a inkly black arm reaching out to grab the troll.]

OOC: http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100925213535/12kingdoms/images/thumb/f/fa/Toutetsu_Gohran_youma.png/312px-Toutetsu_Gohran_youma.png

[if dualscar were one to show fear in the face of imminent danger, now would be the time. as it stands, however, he snarls in fury, springing backwards just before the monster could manage a solid hold upon him. in doing so, he was forced to relinquish his weapon. but the hand had ghosted his form: if there would be any ill-effects to such, then he would be feeling them.

he grimaced in pain, right hand clutching the wound at his side as it blossomed yet more blood: his hands were sticky with the substance. near enough now to do so, he fumbled with ahab's crosshairs using his left. the outpouring of adrenaline was only partially successful in masking the wooziness.]

[There were no ill effects to the feel of the demons hand but he continued persuing the troll. The discarded weapon was sweapt to the side, Gohran didn't need it.

He roared again anger that this troll was still here and alive and able to hurt Taiki; this time four long tendrils of darkness came towards the troll, followed by Gohran himself snapping his jaws, a little slower than before.]

[he cursed aloud at the new form of pursuit, lifting ahab's crosshairs more properly to aim in those few seconds that he was allowed, his shoulder cutting painfully into the object the gun had been leaning on--

but the tendrils would be able to warp themselves around the arm not closest to the bench; the one attempting to stem the bloodflow of his wound.

and his aim, even in his slight dizziness, was unsurpassed by any of his kind: the time, to be aimed right between gohran's eyes. he squeezes the trigger and holds it as such, the corresponding roar of the weapon and beam of energy that followed causing his hands to shake.]

[Gohran moved forward roaring in pain and anger as the crossbow bolt hit, exactly where Dualscar had aimed for. Unfortunatly for Dualscar it took a lot more than a crossbow to the head to kill a Toutetsu. It was slowed though.

The tendrils came out again as it snarled, this time it aimed for an arm pulling backwards.]

[he hisses in annoyance at the lack of cooperation from his weapon, this time holding the trigger down more firmly; until his trigger finger blanched white due to lack of blood. if he were off-aim, then he would correct it in less than a second's notice. and he feels the tendrils of the monster curl around his arm, apply a painful amount of pressure.

the continuous beam from his gun should be enough to put a clean hole through anything indestructible-- or so experience told him. after all, its seemingly endless amount of energy was intended only for destruction; and frankly, would only ever be used for such.]

[The beam hit true, Gohran roared in pain and anger and leapt backwards and to the side, to try and get out of the way, blood ran down his face and his movements were groggier as it writhed in pain. Unfortunatly for Dualscar the tendrils around his arm hadn't loosened.]

[he can only see the color red now, despite it not being their color of bloodlust, he's acquired an outstanding aversion to it; yet at the same time, it serves as his fuel. following the creature's movements were easy enough to do with a tilt of the crosshairs, still holding the trigger down as he aims to kill, but...

at first, he felt his arm's dislocation: paid it no heed in the midst of the hunt. injuries as such were almost trivial to him. but you know, having it torn off completely to leave nothing but a ruined bit of sleeve was a just a bit more distracting. he yells with pain, blood flowing outward in no short of supply. the violet drenches his side and leaks to the floor, and he begins to feel a new spell of dizziness set in.]

[The arm was flung unceremoniously across the room and Gohran watched as the troll struggled. As much as he would like to finish him off he posed no threat to Taiki now.

If he killed the troll he would have to avoid the Kirin until he no longer smelt of blood and death, not to mention he was injured himself; as it was they did not have that time to waste. This tower was dangerous and so Gohran disapeared, fading into the shadows and disapearing as quickly as he had come.]

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