In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

[tempustemporum]

Characters: The entire tower. PARTY POST.
Setting: Take a wild guess.
Format: Either or.
Summary: The tower has been reduced to one room, and it's chock full of monsters. Who you gonna call?
Warnings: Lots, the least of which being language...


[Well, ladies and gentlemen, shit dun hit the fan.]

[The tower has been condensed to one room with pretty much nothing in it. This post? Do whatever in it. General reactions. Go. ...As for Ienzo, he's just kind of sitting in the corner, head in his hands.]

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[uprisings]

[Nope nope nope. Stop laughing you asshole. He considers bringing something over to maybe... slap him in the face. And by slap him in the face, I actually mean knock him the fuck out, but he... leaves it after a second... Kinda tiredly: ]

Fuck you. [HE IS GOING TO IGNORE YOU NOW. And he just don't give a fuck how that's taken this time. Wwhatevver. A kiss was already had. The Highblood can assume whatever he wants from that. Personally, he's trying not to let it bother him anymore. Mostly he's failing but... anyway]

[grandhighblood]

[He doesn't respond to that in a way he's already done before. That's like...recycling jokes! You just don't do that shit. Instead, he just lets his laughter fade out in a sigh, and falls silent... like eerily silent, like he's just watching you.

Of course, he hasn't forgotten their intimate little moments from before, but it's not like he expects the Summoner to indulge him while he's "fighting with his mind" or whatever... as much as he's tempted to--

OK well fuck just sitting here. He slowly gets to his feet at least, cracking his neck and shoulders, feeling like he at least caught his breath enough. Without really caring if the Summoner accidentally lashes out at him, he walks forward. If it weren't for those wide-ass horns, he would've been a good length away, but they just stood in his way so.... he gives them a nudge as he walks past. Fuck walking around things! Just walk right through 'em.]

[uprisings]

[...SHRIEK WHAT THE FUCK HIGHBLOOD. Okay look, he was cool with the staring and definitely super cool with the leaving as much as he was only peripherally aware of those things. But being nudged when he isn't expecting it? When his body and his head are on auto-pilot, set to react to the slightest sign of a threat with lethal violence? Yeah... there really isn't any accidental about the way he lashes out here, tilting his head to trap the Highblood's knee with the curve of his horn for the split second it takes to jerk forward and claw at his calf]

[You're an idiot, bro]

my prose is just a mess oh man

[grandhighblood]

[Plenty of adrenaline flowing through this here motherfucker's body as it is, so when the Summoner reacts violently, he makes a quick decision to move the fuck out of the way of those horns! There's a small scrape, but it's no biggie, even if it makes him :C a little. He had gone this whole time without a real wound, but the Summoner of all things/people had to make the first scratch!

But with all this bloodlust running through him now, earlier from the fights and now from the attack, he paws at the ground with a foot, itching to retaliate. God, what do what dooooo? The Summoner has all those impossibly strong monsters at his disposal, while he only had himself, but damnit he wants to just...gore the rebel with his horns. He wants to feel that hot sticky mess run down them and seep into his hair and scalp. It sounds disgusting and ugh why is he thinking this, but goddamn he can't help it.]

NO TIS PERFECT

[uprisings]

[...that's super gross Highblood okay okay never mind that terrible terrible things that have run through his head when he's thinking. Which he's not... really... right now]

[No, right now he's just... lost, his mind split up too many times with too many other things to think about. Shifts onto his knees, getting his feet under him but not standing quite yet. There is something quite animal in his movements, the way he bares his teeth and leaves his claws drawn]

[Oh also that ridiculous monster from before is now heading in this direction. Better make your decision quick cause he is pretty much just a big ball of Threat Response right now]

;v;

[grandhighblood]

[The unfamiliar, animal-like movements make him mentally falter, wondering if this was at all a good idea anymore. He doesn't want to kill or fight him like this! Not while he's not in his right mind, unable to enjoy the pain that the highblood would inflict on him -- assuming that the Summoner liked it at all -- so he's having second thoughts about it now.

He could take on the Summoner, and that's fine. He's chill with that nonsense of fighting if he all has to, but that's the problem: he doesn't need to fight, and he sure as hell doesn't need to fight four of his monster friends.

So he backs off a little, watching both the Summoner and the monster carefully. It's likely that he's just plain old fucked right now because the Summoner might just keep going instead of backing off as well, so that's something he has to prepare himself for, too.]

*3*

[uprisings]

[Yeah he doesn't... back off. At least at first anyway. The monster still approaches, the Summoner stands though he keeps his shoulders low, like he might charge...]

[And then quite suddenly his eyes focus a little. Not entirely. Certainly not as much as they usually do when dealing with the Highblood, where all his attention is just on him and him alone. But enough that it's obvious there's something slightly more then instinct crawling around in there again. And the monster stops...]

[Still, his teeth stay bared and he only straightens slightly. His voice is caught somewhere between a barked order and a snarl: ]

Get.

[grandhighblood]

[There's an extremely foolish part of him that desperately wishes to stay, and then there's a part of him that really does not want to die again by the Summoner's hand. That's how now this game was supposed to work, but apparently the rebel isn't exactly in the right mind for that...

So

He returns the order with a frustrated roar. It's more of just him gnashing his teeth angrily, and then backs away without turning around. He doesn't turn his back to them until he's a good distance away and jumps back into the fray of monsters, disappearing out of sight.]

[uprisings]

[Unfortunately he really is not in the right mind at all right now. No, right now he is in the mind to protect people and fight a war, and he cannot let the game they are playing interfere with those two tasks. Ever]

[He stays still and watches as the Highblood backs off, standing there for a long... moment after he's disappeared... before shaking his head slightly and returning to the wall. Wow, his concentration was really shaken up @_@ Damn monsters have really got to stop trying to get him out. This is way too hard. Hhhhhhh]

[...perhaps of note though, as the fighting goes on, that big hulking thing is going to reappear along the edges of the Highblood's fights... probably more often then it should considering they're in a big clusterfuck of a battle. It won't interfere with whatever the Highblood's doing, but it's there often enough, dealing with its own threats. Seems someone's keeping an eye on you, bro. Because, while he (mostly) hopes it doesn't come to it, if you must die again, he'd rather it was him that did it ('8]