towerofanimus | In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

[Oh]

[Well fuck. How did he let you get this close. Glances up, out of the corner of his eye just for a second. Just long enough to take in all that... gore... and also try to ignore the way, despite everything going on, the Highblood being right there makes him want to drop everything and punch him in the gut. There are more important things going on Summoner. Calm the hell down]

I'm not, taking a break. What are you, doing, over here?

[He snorts, reaching up to pick off monster bits off his horns. Wow, he may actually take a bath or something after all this!]

I thought I'd all come over for a MOTHERFUCKING CHAT.

[Good ol' fashion sarcasm for ya. Trying to forget that day when the Summoner killed him is difficult, but he's a little distracted anyway, keeping an eye out for any stragglers from the last wave. Killing off dozens and dozens of monsters can do that to a troll. He shakes his head violently like a wet dog, spraying the Summoner with....blood and stuff....yuck........]

[OH MY GOD HIGHBLOOD THAT IS SO RUDE. Even if he is... mildly thankful the guy is handling all the little things that keep trying to come over and fuck up his powers]

[Still... wow, this is super nasty. He went this whole fight so far without getting anything on him and now he's just... coated... in monster gunk. Scoffs, sliding back into his own head for the moment so he can... wipe this crap off himself a little bit and also... glare up at the Highblood]

That was gross... You're, gross... [Maturity.........]

[He spares the Summoner a glance and that gets a loud guffaw out of him. It feels good to laugh at someone's expense again. Then he starts to pace slowly around the Summoner in a large circle, still keeping an eye out for any attackers, curious as to why he's alllll the way over here in the corner and not out fighting. He thought the Summoner was a more hands-on sorta guy!]

I think it's a good look for you, motherfucker! [He sneers, but that's all he does.]

[...the pacing makes him hella nervous even if his attention seems focused outward as much as it is towards him. Still, heads up Highblood, there is a big ass... thing wandering quite purposefully closer. It's still in the thick of things, but now it's near enough it could make its way over here with almost no trouble at all. Whatever it was before this is kinda lost now. It's just a massive bundle of fur and claws and teeth at this point, and once it repositions itself, it returns to fighting the other monsters again]

Well it's, not an especially uh... good look for you.

[He shoots a wary glance out into massive crowd of fighting people and monsters. It's all quite hectic, things blasting around everywhere, humans and trolls alike jumping and flying around like crazy... it's interesting. There's a lot of interesting people here.

He does manage to spot that furry pointy thing, but once it goes back to fighting, he pays it little mind...for now. It might look like he's trying to just get under the Summoner's skin by sticking around, but he's also just taking this time to regain some strength, so all he's doing is pacing.]

...

Gotta ask you a little something. What the motherfuck are you all doing out here? NOT WILLING TO GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HANDS ALL DIRTY?

[...well he's succeeding. His concentration almost breaks at that accusation, and he gives him a twitchy glare until the rush of I COULD TOTALLY KILL YOU AGAIN AND IT WOULD BE EVEN MORE FUN goes away. Right. He's just being an annoying snot. You really ought to calm down, Summoner...]

What a, stupid question. Got my hands, dirty uh... fighting you, didn't I?

[Fact: He likes pissing off the Summoner, and it seems like he's concentrating on...something.......but what.........]

See, I fucking know that. SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU OUT HERE, IS WHAT I'M ALL ASKING. [He's almost conversational about all this, unsettling pleasant, though in a deliberately annoying sort of way. Still pacing, but the circle starts to tighten.]

[WELP. There are now five sets of eyes on you, Highblood. One is the Summoner's, another is that big hulking thing, the other three are all scattered about the room. All of the monsters' are glowing faintly brown]

Look around you, Highblood... And maybe also... recall, my title. [You better back the hell off or he's bringing something in. Something that can hit way harder then you can]

[he pauses to take a brief look around, trying to avoid turning his back on the Summoner. He doesn't see the other three as clearly but the closest one has eyes that glow and stare straight at him. he doesn't look concerned but maybe a little contemptuous. he stops pacing at least and stands still, now glaring and half sneering -- an insulted look -- back down at the Summoner.]

Are you afraid, motherfucker? What's there all to be afraid about? I am not here to motherfucking KILL YOU, if that is what you all think I'm here for.

[After a moment, all of monster eyes turn away again and return to fighting, so the only one left watching is the Summoner who... curls his lip slightly, almost baring his teeth. Lawd, he's already in rough shape mentally with the Highblood around, but when he's also rooting around in animal minds, it's hard to separate his behavior from theirs sometimes]

I was, answering your... question. I am not afraid, but I, also have no reason. To trust you.

[He considers this answer for a minute and gives a strange one-shouldered shrug. There's always a time and place for everything, and apparently it's just not the best time to be punching anymore buttons. The Summoner's reactions weren't exactly as fun if it promised the intervention of a third party anyway (even if it is the Summoner controlling them).

Snorting faintly he turns away and finds a place to just....sit.....yeah. That's all he's doing.....]

[Well that's kind of... anti-climactic lksjdfjlkj There is a pretty distinct part of him that is KIND OF UPSET they are not fighting now. The sensible part of him though is happy for it, and luckily, for once, this is the part that is in charge. He still watches the Highblood until he's sat down and settled though, just in case, and he continues to stare for a little bit after that]

[Once he's sure the guy is apparently just... gonna stay there, he finally takes his eyes off him and settles his head back into his hands. Letting his attention drift back into his fights, which may be a bad idea considering the guy is right over there, but there are more important things to think about in this whole huge crowd of fighting then the Highblood. He trusts his senses to tell him if a threat arises...]

[...............wait okay no. As sensible a mindset as he is in right now, he can't help picking at him a little. Sobs, after a long concentration filled pause, he returns to... tease... him... kind of...]

What was, that you were saying. About taking, a break...?

[He snarls loudly, but doesn't move from his seat. Like the Summoner has any room to talk!!]

Motherfucker, you go out there and slaughter dozens of those trashy excuses for monsters with your bare motherfucking hands FIRST. THEN YOU CAN MOTHERFUCKING ASK ME ABOUT TAKING A BREAK.

[It would be pretty easy to just take the Summoner by surprise. It seems controlling those beasts took up nearly all his concentration. But as underhanded and vile as the highblood was, he's not interested in those sort of tactics with the Summoner. Maybe if it was some insignificant no name troll...]

[LKJSDF man he appreciates it secretly. And even more secretly respects you for it. For not attacking him when you could. Not that... ahaha you'd get very far but... you know]

[Also HEH!] I've uh... killed. Eight times, as many. And I'm still, going strong. [Glances at him, smiling KINDA SMUGLY, before returning his eyes to the ground. Other more important things and all that]

[He raises an eyebrow in disbelief. Well, maybe he's talking about those stupid dumb beasts he's controlling. That doesn't count you know asdjkljasd]

Nah, see, you're all just letting those motherfuckers do your DIRTY FUCKING WORK FOR YOU. Shit doesn't count.

[But bluhhhh he doesn't care for your stupid smug face, and just leans against a wall and watches the carnage unfold. It's almost kind of nice. Reminds him of home when he used to command the subjugglators, and they'd go out and just do their thang while he sometimes sat back and watched. Sometimes he'd join, but only if it was really worth his time...]

That's like. Saying, a kill with a, sword doesn't count. It is, therefore also... a stupid. Thing to say.

[Alright, okay. He can keep this up and let his attention drift a little. Not too much going into it. Just the usual annoying pricklyness. Relaxes suddenly and quite noticeably as he... kind of... lets his body go even more]

[Then again, the highblood has no idea how much control the Summoner has over these beasts. Judging by the answer, it's quite a lot. Literally controlling their movements? Or just suggestions and nudges in the right direction? Curiouser and curiouser...]

Sitting out of motherfucking harm's way isn't a way to be all fighting. YOU'RE PRACTICALLY WATCHING FROM THE SIDELINES. Do you bleed when they all do? DO YOU DIE WHEN THEY DIE?

[He watches the rebel carefully, noticing very much when he relaxes suddenly. what's that all about?]

[...oh maybe leaving himself on auto-pilot is a bad idea. It certainly makes lying quite a lot harder. This is not really a thing he would normally admit to the Highblood whoops]

Yes. If it was, quick enough. I could. I have gotten, close. Once or uh... twice. [Stops there, luckily enough lkjsdf He could go on about mental exhaustion and psychosomatic pains leftover after a long fight like this... More things the Highblood doesn't need to know. At least he has a little sense, anyway]

Besides uh. Would you count, a kill. With a gun...? That is, the same idea.

[the highblood perks slightly at this sudden flow of information, though is slightly disappointed when the summoner stops. drat. oh well, better than nothing. he assumes his concentration on mind-controlling the beasts has a lot to do with his willingness to actually explain things.

he remained silent at first, but then at the question he grunts.]

Sure, I would all have to, wouldn't I? I motherfucking BEGRUDGINGLY ACCEPT THAT AS A PROPER FUCKING WAY TO GO AROUND KILLING SHIT, THOUGH. [He sits up a little, leaning forward and resting his elbows on crossed legs.] It doesn't seem all that much motherfucking fun, but I gotta all say that it probably has its uses.

[maybe he can get the Summoner to talk some more...]

It does. [...drops out for a second, focusing on something across the room... but eventually he takes a deep breath and continues]

It can, be fun too. [Little smile at... nothing lksdjf] Existing, in another uh... mind. For a little, while. [He is bigger and stronger and unfettered by silly things like prejudice when he is doing this. All there is to him is the kill and the pulse of the world. It's a really good feeling honestly... );]

[A sly, wide grin spreads across the highblood's face. It's pretty funny seeing the Summoner kind of zoned out like this, smiling at nothing like a doofus...]

Feels motherfucking good to be all lost in that animalistic rage, like those beasts you're all controlling, NOW DOESN'T IT? It ain't all hard to understand why, brother. Shit's liberating as hell, AND I SHOULD MOTHERFUCKING KNOW.

[...oh. Oh no. Stirs a little, frowning. His eyes don't focus but there is an odd little ripple affect of muscles tightening all up his arms before he goes relaxed again]

I'm not, like you. [Don't even try to suggest it]

[He snickers quietly at first, but then it grows louder and louder. He gives his own knee a slap, as if this was just the funniest shit he's ever all heard.]

NAHHH, I KNOW THAT! You're not even motherfucking close. Even if your little motherfucking example of choking me to death with all MY OWN BLOOD was a pretty motherfucking eye-opening performance of your inner fucking sadism, it's just not all there yet, you know? ALMOST. But not yet.

[He wonders if he can piss the Summoner off enough, it'll break his concentration, and something incredibly drastic would happen.]

[LKAJSDF THAT WAS NOT WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT AT ALL. But fine. The laugh grates on him. The implication that he isn't good enough grates on him. Not enough to break his concentration, but he makes this... sound... low in his throat. A wolf's threatening growl filtered through a troll's voicebox. He is deep into these monsters' heads and it is hard to pull away from that too quickly when his life's not really at stake]

God, you're... annoying. Why would I, ever, want to be... like you. [The tension in his arms stays this time...]

In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

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my prose is just a mess oh man

NO TIS PERFECT

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