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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]

[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?

[grandhighblood]

[Snorts, bordering a little on irritation, but he still manages to look amused about something or another.]

What I think is that you all know more than you motherfucking should! That is, if you were any kinds of a motherfucking normal rustblood. [he approaches her once more, slowly and causally, like he's on a some midnight stroll.]

[entropied]

[She smirks, mirthless and defiant.]

Oh? What subtle clues tipped you off?

[grandhighblood]

Don't get motherfucking fresh, bitch.

[Once he's close enough, he's examining her for a moment, wondering how she's still alive and kicking after such a brutal stab through her midsection. He stands in front of her, glaring down at her.]

Shouldn't you be motherfucking dead yet?

[entropied]

[She shrugs.]

Maybe. Maybe you're just not good enough to do it.

[grandhighblood]

[Rolls his eyes. This is the closest to an exasperated sigh you'll get!]

Just take a motherfucking look at yourself, woman! You've all gone and gored yourself some nice motherfucking gaping wounds all up in your skinny ass body, and you can't motherfucking tell me that shit's normal.

[A hand shoots out to grasp her by the front of her dress, pulling her up to his eye level. Geez, guess it's resorting to overkill time...]

[entropied]

[She rolls her eyes, looking thoroughly unimpressed.]