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Characters: The Handmaid and you!
Setting: Initially the floor with the pool, but somewhere else after that.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Brooding and stuff!
Warnings: Ummm she's probably going to try to pick a fight with everyone...


[When the Handmaid doesn't feel like thinking, she defaults to what's expected of her: That is, violence. So she's been roaming the Tower the past few days, fighting whatever monsters (or residents) she comes across. Of course, immortal doesn't mean invulnerable, so she's retreated to the spring room, which seems to be the most consistently peaceful floor, to patch herself up. The grass around her is littered with bandages, but the gash on her arm requires stitches, and she's doing a pretty sloppy job of sewing herself up. Whatever. It'll do, right? It's not like she can bleed out.]

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[entropied]

[That crack she heard was probably a rib, judging by how much more badly that kick hurts than it should. She manages to scramble into a crouch, sending a blast of majyyk at his face. But, due to her pain and exhaustion, her aim might not be as on target as it usually is.]

[grandhighblood]

[Instead of his face, the majyyk hits him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards!! he hits the ground with a heavy thud, but slowly picks up himself up with an angry growl.]

Still got some motherfucking fight in you. I like that.

[entropied]

[She scowls, pulling herself to her feet and lifting her wands again.]

You thought it would be that easy?

[grandhighblood]

[Return the scowl with a shit-eating grin, preparing to make his move when she does.]

I did, for a motherfucking second, but hey. I've been all surprised by shitbloods before.

[entropied]

Shut up about the hemospectrum already!

[If only he realized how much it didn't matter. She lunges forward, forgoing her majyyks and attempting to stab him with her wands instead.]

[grandhighblood]

Heh heh, no can motherfucking do. [Sorry, even if it doesn't matter, he can't help it! It's hard to suddenly stop thinking about something that was totally a natural thing for him, ok!!

He lowers his head slightly and charges forward as well, intending to meet her wands with a wild thrashing of his head, his horns acting as his temporary weapons.]

[entropied]

[Yup, wands meet horns! Except his horns are much, longer and thicker than her wands, so horns definitely win, and she stumbles back again.]

[grandhighblood]

[without losing any momentum, he thrusts his head forward, intent on goring her if he has to. though...it'd be nice if she didn't die right away. he's more of a 'play with your food' type of guy.]

[entropied]

[Oh... Yup. Going through her, that is a thing that happens, and she makes a rather disgusting hkkk sound to go along with it. But rather than black out or go into shock or whatever it is you normally do after you're impaled, she fists her hands in his ridiculous hair and tries to pull his horns out of her.]

Get... off!

[grandhighblood]

[whoa that's... a weird reaction. strangely resilient. it shocks him enough that the force of her push actually works, and the tips of his gnarled twisted horns pull free.]

Heh heh heh, whoa. You're a lot tougher than you all motherfucking seem.

[entropied]

[She sucks in a ragged breath and stumbles backward, covering her now bleeding wounds.]

Told you.

[grandhighblood]

[He slowly cracks his neck, reaching up to swipe at the small trickle of rusty colored blood on his horns. It's a pretty blegh color he thinks, and he flicks it off onto the ground.]

You'll motherfucking bleed out soon enough. [Sort of circles around her in casual sort of walk, grinning.]

[entropied]

[She glares, watching him circle her warily.]

You'll be waiting a long time.

[grandhighblood]

[he tilt his head slightly, an inquiring look on his face.]

And Just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

[entropied]

[She smirks grimly but doesn't answer, lifting up one blood soaked hand to flick dark red at him.]

[grandhighblood]

[He flinches slightly in surprise, but gathers himself quickly. With a growl, he steps toward her, full prepared for any sort of retaliation - majyyks or not. With determination, he reaches for the arm that had flicked the blood at him.]

[entropied]

[She steps back, but doesn't manage to pull her arm away in time, and grimaces as he grabs it.]

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend you with my disgusting rust blood?

[grandhighblood]

[His grip tightens, and he slowly grins as how thin she is. The bones give slightly beneath his fingers, and he leans in close, their faces just inches apart. The stench of blood and death practically oozes off of him though it's safe to say that he also doesn't practice practical hygiene as often as one should.]

Just a motherfucking bit, sister, but maybe. Just motherfucking maybe. I can be all getting my forgiveness on. [despite his words, the grin on his face and the look in his eyes is anything but forgiving.

[entropied]

[She tries to wrench her arm away, but his grip is so tight that it hurts too much to try. She leans away, scowling in disgust.]

Get away from me.

just gonna assume this is the broken arm you mentioned in the summoner post! c:

[grandhighblood]

[He chuckles softly at first, taking advantage of the fact that she can barely move to give her face a quick scan. Lowbloods were truly strange creatures...filled with deformities and strange features. Her eyes, though they weren't flashing brightly right now, are definitely a point of interest for him. Despite their current rusty red color, he gazes straight into them. Unnerving for most trolls, he's sure, though perhaps her skin is much thicker than most lowbloods. Even the Summoner tended to jerk back whenever he moved in too close.

Then he leans back and shrugs casually and shakes his head.]

Nah.

[Snap.

His fist clench tightly around her arm.]

sure! :3

[entropied]

[She doesn't jerk back. She's seen more than a few Grand Highbloods in her day, so she knows he isn't nearly as untouchable as he thinks he is. She sneers at him as he tightens his grip, but when he breaks her arm, he finally gets his first noise out of her. It's a half-muffled sort of whimper, a sound she tries desperately to bite back but can't.]

<3

[grandhighblood]

[Then he laughs. It starts with a chuckle first, but then it escalates into a cackle. She acts so tough, he thinks, that it's sort of cute!

With the arm still in his grasp, he takes this moment to lift her slightly and throw her off to the side. He doesn't expect her to fight back.]

Whoops, heh heh. Hurts like a motherfucking bitch, don't it?

[entropied]

[Welp, that definitely sends her flying. She scrambles to her feet almost immediately, though, cradling her injured arm against her chest. Her wands are... Somewhere. She can't really use her majyyks without them, but that doesn't mean she's going to give up like a wiggler.]

I've had worse. Is that all you can do? Your predecessors were much more impressive.

[grandhighblood]

[He does an impressive fake sigh! While most lowbloods that taunt him got the business end of his fist (or club, if he had one), he just couldn't find it in him right now to get angry at her. He's just having some fun now, since she's pretty much broken at this point. Wherever her wands are, at least she would be only to wield them half-assedly(???)]

I all could do much worse-- [Whoa wait, rewind there! Predecessors? He laughs, like what she said was some sort of funny punchline.]

Predecessors? What you all motherfucking going on about there?

[entropied]

[She rolls her eyes.]

What do you think, you idiot?