towerofanimus | not interested in deep conversations

[His grin matches the shorter troll's and is currently content to just stare down at him with an unnerving gaze. So, this is a troll from his future? A future he will never get to live out now, it seems, and their initial introduction to each other had already confirmed it. It's almost sad, he thinks. He'll never be able to experience the life that the Summoner had witnessed, but he's here now, so that means something.]

You motherfucking sure about that, brother? SEEMS LIKE YOU WERE GETTING YOUR HESITATION ON BY THIS DOOR, about to split, like your motherfucking thinkpan is all gonna be doing soon enough. [But there's still no actual threatening gestures like he had promised. Instead, his eyes flicker to the wings, his growl faltering slightly.]

[Ah yes, the wing fascination. He should def take advantage of that. Flutters them just a little to keep his attention. Gosh lookit how flashy and pretty they are in this light!!!]

Well uh... truth is, I was taking a break. You're a hard guy to find for a such a ridiculously painted brute. [Mild shrug, and his wings open halfway. He is really just showing off with that. Admirers are always nice even when they're awful highbloods] You surprised me a little, that's all.

[God... damnit, stop that. He turns his focus back onto the lowblood's face instead, and straightens up from his usual slouch. An uncharacteristically haughty look forms on his face, though with all that face paint, it looks like disgust.]

Surprised? I was motherfucking sitting down and shoveling fucking tasteless sludge into my mouth with guards just all falling left and motherfucking right. SEEMS LIKE THE LEAST SURPRISING THING FOR ME TO BE ALL DOING.

[Arggghh distracted for a second again, and he clenches his fists slightly. He really wants to reach out and just grab one, but he knows that will only ruin them.]

Edited 2011-12-11 05:41 (UTC)

[HAHA YOU DICK DON'T YOU DARE GRAB HIS WINGS HE WILL RIP YOUR EYES OUT. Actually he doesn't even realize that's a thing the Highblood's thinking, so he continues to tempt fate, shifting them around as he talks. Open, closed, open a little further, closed again, a gentle pulse that makes the light ripple through the filaments, refracting in odd, but quite momentary patterns over the walls behind him]

I guess seeing a highblood like yourself do something so mundane is just impossible for my lowblood mind to handle. [Little sarcastic handwave. Whatever, bro why don't you drop it. Gosh] Their food really is boring though, isn't it. Like they never heard of grub sauce or something.

[SORRY HE CAN'T HELP BUT THINK ABOUT IT AT LEAST????? He would like to be gentle, he really would, but this is the Summoner he's facing, and he can be anything but calm. Dangerous situation here, highblood. Watch your hands. The light show does not help at all, and he finds himself staring again in that infuriatingly dumbfounded way that he hates finding himself in. He is not enjoying the way this lowblood's wings are effecting him.]

STOP. [His hand shoots out and grabs the nearest chunk of wall, creating a huge dents in it with his fingers. It was originally aimed at the Summoner's wing, but he had managed to deter its path.]

[LKJSDLFKJ SHIT, he still dodges it though, jerking to the side, around him, and putting a little distance between them. He does do what he demands though, wings opened fully behind him, straining a little against the urge to come down and take him into the air where it's safe. Lawd...]

[Looks... SO OFFENDED once he realizes the Highblood wasn't actually attacking him though]

Rude!

[He barks out a laugh, releasing the wall and letting it crumble between his fingers. Then he watches the Summoner warily, though it's hard to tell whether or not he wants to continue to line of attacking.]

Me, rude? MOTHERFUCKER, you will fold your motherfucking GENETIC ANOMALIES IN MY MOTHERFUCKING PRESENCE.

[.........PFFF LAUGHS BACK, setting his hands on his hips and raising his chin a little. It's sort of ridiculous since the Highblood's so tall, but if it were almost anyone else, he'd be looking down his nose at them. He is... utterly and absolutely confident (or at least looks that way), and dem wings are staying open now!]

You're mistaken...! [In fact, they start moving back and forth ever so slightly this time, so they still shine but he can also take flight quite quickly if he has to. B) What now, man. WHAT. NOW]

[He bristles at the laugh, even if everything is as expected. He had only just gotten to know the Summoner, and he already knows that there's no way he's actually going to listen to him. He will continue to defy him, to rebel against him.

Without a weapon to back him up, the highblood feels it's a bit foolish to rush into a fight. Then again, what's rational thought right now, right? In a flash, he's rushing at the Summoner, roaring, claws out, his eyes going blood red.]

Edited 2011-12-11 07:17 (UTC)

[Haha... AHAHAHAHA, and something goes bright and excited in his chest. He is a surprisingly terrible troll at times. Bloodshed and violence have never been his favorite things even when he got remarkably good at them. But there is something about that roar, that charge, that makes his blood sing and--]

[He turns on his heels, getting a running start before he gets a leg up, chair, table, jump, and his wings catch the air. He stays low, just zipping across the cafeteria. FOLLOW HIM BRO. BREAK THE TABLES. RUN AROUND THEM. WHATEVS, JUST... YOU KNOW... TIRE YOURSELF OUT A LITTLE FIRST]

[The roar only grows louder and more terrible as the Summoner takes to the air. He crashes on top of a table, and it protests loudly and dangerously, threatening to break under his weight. In his other hand is a chair, and he starts throwing motherfucking chairs at the flying troll just to see if he can land one. YOU KNOW... MAYBE SWAT YOU IN THE FACE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING FLY FIRST.]

[kjlskdjf he is laughing despite himself, at least until one of those fucking chairs catches the edge of his wing and breaks his rather delicate balance. It's... not the most graceful landing in the world! Mostly because his horns get in the way, but he manages to kind of... hand stand over himself and land on his feet nearly halfway across the room. He is glad, for once, that this tower can make rooms that are stupidly huge. Who needs a room this big just to eat in!!!]

[Anyway... he grabs a chair for himself as he passes it, using it to smack the other chairs away as they come... even if the Highblood throws WAY TOO HARD and each deflection ricochets up his arm and makes his bones ring. RUDE, BRO]

[There are only SO MANY CHAIRS that the highblood can throw, seeing as he has thrown all of the ones in the near vicinity. Clearly this calls for more drastic measures, and to grab the closest thing to him to fling, which would be

the table that he had just been standing on.

Yup, he grabs an entire table, hoisting it over his head with a growl and CATAPULTS THAT SHIT across the room!!!! Sure, it would've been more impressive if it had been the entire room, but even the highblood's not that strong. Being at the halfway mark makes it much more effective anyway, since it loses very little momentum. Without wasting a second, he reaches for a second table, clutching it closer to his stomach this time, preparing to fling it like a discus.]

[...ARE YOU ACTUALLY KIDDING HIM FOR FUCK'S SAKE. He's just kinda... nope nope nope-ing as he sees the Highblood go for the table, and ends up just barely getting the fuck out the way as the first one comes crashing down behind him, sliding a little and catching him from behind pretty darn awkwardly]

[BUT THAT'S OKAY, cause he needs to get a little height to get into the air again, so he scrambles on top of it and is flying towards the furthest corner of the ceiling as quickly as he absolutely possibly can]

[OH HAAALE NAH, you aren't getting any motherfucking rest from the subjugglator! Using both arms, he latches onto the table which is sorta clunky and awkward but whatever, it works, and spins almost gracefully(????!?!?!) to heave the table in the Summoner's direction.

OK......

Well. It doesn't exactly reach him or anything, seeing as he's flown all the way up towards the ceiling, but that doesn't stop the subjugglator from bounding across the room, using other tables as stepping stones. They crack and crumble beneath the sheer force of his heels and the lumbering troll leaves crumbling piles of wood and metal in his wake. Once he reaches the wall where the Summoner has flown up towards the ceiling against, he grabs the earlier discarded chairs and swings them upwards in hopes of hitting him again!]

[NO WAY MAN he's just catching that first chair and throwing it back at him as hard as he can]

[AND THEN... FLYING TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE ROOM AGAIN]

[HA HA HA HA HE CAN KEEP THIS UP LONGER THEN YOU CAN]

[hopefully............... .__.]

[As the chair comes hurtling back towards him, he SMASHES IT ASIDE, and pauses to catch his breath. Damn. Motherfucker is a pesky fucking fly. WHY IS THIS ROOM SO RIDICULOUSLY HUGE?

He glares daggers at the lowblood and quickly makes his way to the middle of the room, standing admist the rubble of smashed tables and chairs. Picking up litle pieces of rubble, he literally shoots it across the room at the Summoner, like a bullet. He uses that stupid symbol on his shirt as a target.]

How you long you gonna keep motherfucking RUNNING THE FUCK AWAY, SHITBLOOD? HUH?

Edited 2011-12-11 09:14 (UTC)

[lkjsdf jerks to the side, watching the rubble ping against the wall before turning an irritated look back to the Highblood. He is once again wishing he had a lance... or any weapon. Hhhh, then it would feel less like a deathwish if he went after this guy]

Why...! Getting tired?

HAH. Do I look motherfucking TIRED TO YOU? Can't you all tell? I'm just motherfucking impatient, brother. SEE, I JUST CAN'T BE STANDING THOSE MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLE WINGS. [Another rock flies across the room with a ZING sound towards the Summoner.]

I was being motherfucking careful before, not to be all crushing them in my fists... BUT WHEN YOU FALL INTO MY MOTHERFUCKING CLUTCHES NEXT, your wings are the first things to go. Some miracles just aren't MEANT TO STAY, MOTHERFUCKER.

[This one catches his shoulder despite trying to dodge it, and he drops several feet in pain, before his wings wake up again and get him up where he's safeish. God... dammit, he needs to figure how to approach this before one breaks his wings @_@]

[So he starts... bobbing around the room. Not flying especially fast, but but fast enough, shifting levels constantly as he moves from corner to corner. And that... AWW PRESHUS look is back B3]

Are they genetic anomalies, or miracles? Black or red, Highblood! I know it's rough, but you gotta share me with three other quadrants...!

Why-- [He picks up a particularly sharp stake-like piece and rolls it around in his hand.] --the motherfuck can't it be BOTH? Genetic anomalies that are all so motherfucking rare that they're miracles, as well. MIRACLES THAT SHOULDN'T BE ALL GROWING OUT OF YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BACK, because that look just ain't for motherfucking shitbloods like you. SHIT LIKE THAT HAPPENS MORE THAN WE MOTHERFUCKING KNOW. It's just all kinds of unfortunate that I got to be all caught in the middle of that motherfucking nonsense, you know?

[aaaaand just gonna ignore the bit about quadrants though, and with a grunt, he flings the piece like an arrow. It's less likely to hit the Summoner while he's flying around like that though, so he doesn't exactly have high hopes of hitting him right now.]

[...yeah it goes crashing off against the wall way above him, and he laughs a little as if mocking that terrible aim. Also, the Highblood may or may not notice that his circle is getting slowly slowly slowly closer and lower, centering on him. It is quite subtle, but it's definitely there]

[Also also? Scoffing] You didn't have to be caught in the middle if you didn't want. You're high enough. You could've got a ship and sailed off into space, never talked to, anyone you didn't want to ever again. [He only got two choices, dude, so don't you even try to bitch at him about having to do the job that you picked out]

[His lips curl back into a sneer, though it's not as mean as he meant it to look. It's sort of a conflicted look, if anything. Also, don't think he doesn't notice the circling, but it's not like he can really do anything about that right now...]

NAH, MOTHERFUCKER. You can't even begin to be all understanding that shit. Can't just up and motherfucking leave, motherfucker. WHEN THE MESSIAHS SAY STAY, YOU MOTHERFUCKING STAY, YOU HEAR? I am motherfucking loyal to be all bringing in the Vast Honk closer, motherfucker, so there ain't not damn shortcuts to be all had. NO MOTHERFUCKER WHOM CARRIES AROUND THE SUBJUGGLATOR TITLE TAKES MOTHERFUCKING SHORTCUTS WHEN I'M ALL AROUND. [raaaant mode]

[Jesus... does this douchebag hear voices? He doesn't really know a lot about the Subjugglators whole... thing. That's really the province of the information guys, and they only tell him the stuff he needs to know, and what he needs to know is purple + white facepaint is A Bad Thing]

[So he's quiet for a second, and maybe he slows down a little in the air... God, what is he even doing with this]

Who's telling you to stay again...?

[He barely spares the Summoner a glance, all caught up in his random thoughts and shit. He just hears questions and he instinctively answers, suddenly feeling a surge of emotions, mixture of anger, despair, exhilaration... it's quite complicated, really!]

Weren't you even all motherfucking listening to a single piece of shit that I all have been spewing out at in your MOTHERFUCKING GENERAL DIRECTION? They talk of death and despair for those who do not motherfucking obey, and that's all motherfucking FINE AND HONKYDORY ALLRIGHT, SEE, BUT WE ARE HIGHER THAN ALL OF YOU. We've been handplucked, bred to perfection, to carry out the motherfucking cullings as they wish! THE MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS GET THEIR HARSH ON ABOUT THE DETAILS, AS THEY RAISE THEIR VOICES AND BE TELLING US ALL WHAT THE FUCK TO BE DOING--

[He grabs a particularly large piece of table and hurls it at the Summoner, who's drawing in closer and closer.]

--And no motherfucker gets in the way, BECAUSE IF THEY DO, THEY PAY THE TOLL. THE TOLL TO THE NEXT WORLD WHERE THEY CONTRIBUTE THEIR SOUL TO ACT THE ROLE OF FUEL. They are just pieces of the motherfucking puzzle, brother. YOU ARE A PIECE OF THE MOTHERFUCKING PUZZLE. So worthless is your fucking soul in the land of the living, BUT DEAD? You are all being of use as a dead fucking thing.

[At this point, he's not even really talking about the Summoner , exactly. Just "you" in a general sense. He's been gesturing wildly throughout this entire thing, and despite his lack of focus, he's actually quite in tune with his surroundings.]

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