towerofanimus | 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 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 ♥]

i have killed many angels

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