towerofanimus | i have killed many angels

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i have killed many angels

Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone

Setting: He's starting at the cafeteria exit and is slowly making his way back to his room, or....?

Format: Any

Summary: The GHB got into a particularly nasty fight with the Summoner, but dragged himself out of the room once he assumed the Summoner fell unconscious. He's wounded all over by deep scratches, particularly to his collar bone and throat area where he was bitten and clawed, respectively. There's also a long gash on his side, and a messy stab wound on one of his legs as well, so he's limping slightly.

Warnings: The Grand Highblood. Description of blood and whatnot.

The Grand Highblood wasn't 100% sure where he was going. There was that shoddy excuse of a respiteblock, which was his current destination, but it would take him a while in this state. In all honesty, he felt like shit. It's been a long motherfucking time since he's felt this tired and out of sorts.

With each step, he felt a stab of pain shoot up his injured leg and he was using the wall as a crutch. A truly pathetic sight for the oh-so-Grand-Highblood, a fleeting thought in his mind that made him scoff. He was trailing lots of blood, and he was a little worried that he might attract unwanted attention.....

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Romeo frowned at the growl, skipping back a step out of instinct but then he continued towards him. "I wont hurt you! You just need to get your cuts fixed, don't be scared sir!"

He reached out again to try and stear the High Blood in the direction of the infirmary.

"You...hurt ME? HAH! And who the motherfuck said I was all scared?!" The highblood wheezed, each word straining against his throat. He didn't like the sort of attention he was getting, especially from little wrigglers that came back from the dead. Despite his worn out state, he was once more contemplating killing this meddlesome thing.

Unfortunately, his body refused to listen. His legs gave out and he crashed to the ground.

"You look scared sir," was the answer as Romeo tried to support him again. However the troll crashed to the floor and Romeo had no idea what he could do, he doubted he could even lift one of the Highblood's legs never mind him whole.

"Sir? Sir you got to get up, we got to get you to the infirmary, do you want me to go find someone? How about one of your friends?"

The boy's insistence made him not want to get up. He was just going to lie here and sleep it off, even if sleeping on a cold, hard floor was not exactly ideal. At least, that was the plan once this pest ran off.

"Yeah, sure, motherfucker...go, and find this 'friend' of mine. I'm sure they'll all be rushing here to motherfucking help."

It was a little bitter, in some ways, and he wanted to blame that on the blood loss. If Romeo did manage to find a person willing to help, he hoped it was a troll (an adult, please), and that they would just kill him right then and there. It was better than being pitied by a wriggler who refused to learn his lesson.

"Who is your friend?" He frowns trying to think of the trolls that he knew. He had to go find help though, the Highblood was really injured. "I know Psiioniic, and Kanaya and Terezi and the Condesce but she's a little scary, she might help you though. Oh and I know the Summoner he's really nice. Who should I go get? Or do you have human friends as well?"

He wanted to laugh and scream at this boy at the same time. All of those names were lost to him aside from the Condesce and the Summoner, but but heh, the Condesce was in just a similar a state as he was. The Condesce was also a person he did not want to run into looking like this. He had no friends, no allies, and that was just fine by him.

"Just get the motherfuck out of my sight," he growled, his eyes starting to close. The room was spinning. "Just. GET. THE MOTHERFUCK. OUT."

Romeo didn't go, he frowned worridly as the trolls eyes closed. "No mister troll you have to stay awake!" He took off his jacket. It wouldn't be very good at keeping the troll warm, it could about cover one of his arms.

"I'm not going to leave you sir, you need help." He leans over him trying to work out where most of the blood loss is coming from, he didn't really know anything about doctor things but Doctor Casella has said the best way to stop bleeding was to tie something tight like a bandage around the injury.

The effort was valiant, but the highblood was in no position to appreciate it - if he did at all. There were just too many deep wounds, gashes, and bite marks to count, especially for a little boy. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he even entertained the idea about closing them entirely, just so he didn't have to look at this boy anymore and maybe drift off into a peaceful slumber, dying slowly from blood loss.

But at the same time, that idea didn't appeal much to him either. What to do, what to do...

"Why will you not leave?" Might as well distract the kid if he couldn't forcefully deter him.

Romeo tried his best, trying to stem the blood with his coat. There was just too many though and he was fighting a losing battle.

He blinked at the question and didn't stop trying to stop the blood, his jacket slowly turning dark blue. "Because you need help sir and I would be a really bad person if I left you."

He scoffed, staring up at the cieling.

"I do not need your pity or your help, wriggler. Do you not remember? I am the one who all killed you before. Why help me so motherfucking foolishly with the chance that I could just do it all the fuck over again once my wounds heal?"

"I don't pity you sir!" He shrugged, "I remember, it wasn't a very nice thing for you to do sir, but that doesn't mean I wont help you." He began tying his tacket round one of the larger wounds, tying it tightly.

"If you want to kill me again you would when you woke up after dying anyways sir, so theres no reason not to help you!"

His body started to relax against his will, the blood seeping out slower, but still steadily. He still had a good ways to go until he bled to death, but that didn't mean his body would move, so he just kept still.

"That makes you a motherfucking fool," he whispered harshly. "Wasn't a Very Nice Thing does not even begin to cover what the fuck I did."

"Well I thought that you were just a bad person, but even bad people sometimes need help." He tightened the knot on the jacket. "I could try and pull you..." He doubted he would be able to move him though, he was really big!

"You are wasting your time," he said, shutting his eyes now just because it's just too much of an effort to keep them open. "YOU... are a weak and pathetic thing that places too much motherfucking trust in others. Leave, before I decide with my dying breath to motherfucking eliminate you once more."

His voice is nearly inaudible by the end, his breathing becoming slower and slower.

"Sir you have to stay awake!" Romeo shook the trolls shoulder, he ignored the insults mostly because trusting people was a good thing and though he was pretty sure that the troll might still decide to kill him he wanted to show him that you didn't need to be mean and violent.

He realised sadly that the troll was going to die, his voice was getting quieter and his breathing was slowing, just like when Alfredo had died. Just like when Romeo himself had died, even though he knew the troll would probably come back again it still made him really sad that he wasn't able to help him.

He put his hand on the Grand Highblood's shoulder gently and kept quiet.

Fortunately for the both of them, the highblood wouldn't die so easily. He probably would slip into a deep sleep for a few hours, only to wake up feeling like utter shit. Medical attention would still be pertinent, but he's never received medical attention before and he's done just fine. Yup.

He breathed so slowly that he almost seemed dead, and would probably not wake up for a very long time.

Romeo's eyes widened even more in horror as he slipped into sleep, tears filled his eyes as Romeo thought he was dead. "I'm sorry..." It was a whisper as he stood up to look at the troll, maybe he could go and find Molly, she would be able to carry him, he knew the doctors wouldn't be able to do anything if he was dead but Romeo thought he shouldn't be left here.

Wiping his eyes and looking determined he set off to find someone who could help.

ooc: We can leave it here?

By the time Romeo returns, the highblood would've probably been either a) found and moved by mysterious force within the tower, or b) he would've woken up and trudged off somewhere to run into the Signless for proper treatment. Either way, he didn't care.

[ooc; sure! sounds like a good place to stop ♥]

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