towerofanimus | In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

[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...]

Want it or not, shit just motherfucking happens sometimes. YOU'RE WELL ON YOUR WAY, HEH HEH. I've heard some motherfuckers say my personality all rubs off on people, you know?

[He laughs again, a low throaty sort of sound. It's a good thing he's purposely trying to be annoying.]

[Goddammit Highblood, stop. He has things he needs to be concentrating on and you're just SO ANNOYING]

Not on, me. [Draws a sharp breath between his teeth. Trying to... reassure himself actually...] I would, never. Kill someone... without a good, reason.

[...welp. He's still mostly on auto-pilot so that's not a lie. He has actually deluded himself into believing it, poor thing. He is just so utterly repulsed at the idea of being like a subjugglator in any way that he's kind of... blocked how much fun it was to kill the Highblood the way he did out of his mind right now]

[A low whistle.]

And neither would I...BUT! We all got our own motherfucking definitions of "GOOD" it all seems. SEE, WE'RE FINDING SHIT THAT'S ALL MOTHERFUCKING SIMILAR ALREADY. [can't stop laughing. he can do this all day, bro.]

[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]

[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.]

[...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]

[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.]

[...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]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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]

In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

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my prose is just a mess oh man

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In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

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my prose is just a mess oh man

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