-< doess...it...look...like...i...care?
You walk over to Zunnah and swing again. You're not exactly merciful, if he wants to get away he pretty much needs to power through the weakness and beat feet.
-< itss...raining...blood...~
-< doess...it...look...like...i...care?
You walk over to Zunnah and swing again. You're not exactly merciful, if he wants to get away he pretty much needs to power through the weakness and beat feet.
-< itss...raining...blood...~
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And a third strike.
Zunnah pulls together all of his puny strength and dashes out of the cafe. On all fours.
... like a dog of some sort...
Hopefully he won't collapse on the streets.
Fantrolls v
You just stand there, covered in blood, pickaxe in hand, laughing. After standing there, cackling with delight for a while, you get to work collecting all the spilled blood on the floor, uncaptchaing a...sponge, and using it to soak up blood and slowly refill your paint cans.
Finally, once you've filled up the emptied can to the best of your abilities...you uncaptcha a new canvas and place it on your easel. You begin painting the cafe once more, as if nothing had happened and you weren't covered in brown blood.
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Should... Have... Culled... Him... When... You... Had... The... Chance... Bro... Zlukev lazily commented to Donner from across the cafe.
dat siggy.
You turn to the subjugglator.
-< i...couldve...jusst...blown...him...up...
-< but...that...wouldve...caussed...collateral...dama ge...
-< and...ruined...the...lovely...sserenity...of...the ...room...
There's blood everywhere.
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Zlukev's scornful gaze touched every wall of the cafe before looking back at Donner.
I_hope_you_are_not_serious_bro_this_cafe_looks_lik e_complete_shit__
What quirk change?
dat siggy.
-< yess...but...theress...a...certain...quaintnessss. ..to...it...
-< i...find...it...to...be...calming...
-< pluss...i...believe...thiss...new...ssplassh...of. ..color...iss...quite...an...improvement...
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Zlukev shrugged.
You_know_that_this_will_all_be_gone_in_the_morning _right_?
dat siggy.
You shrug.
-< all...the...more...reasson...to...capture...it...t onight...
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What a resilient troll.
Can_I_paint_with_you_?
dat siggy.
You shrug again.
-< do...i...have...the...option...to...refusse?
Totally rhetorical, of course. You know the answer is "no".
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Zlukev nodded slowly.
I_know_some_great_artists_that_prefer_to_work_alon e_
So_if_that_is_what_you_wish_then_I_will_honor_that __
dat siggy.
Holy shit, violence and respect from a highblood? This day's turning out better than you thought.
-< okay...then...
With that, you go back to your painting, and seem to just...zone in on it. Nothing is going to disrupt you again. ((Okay, I gotta sleep now, so I'll just leave him doing this. Night!))
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Zlukev simply ejects a notebook and coloured pencils from her sylladex and begins to draw.
[ G'night :3 ]
dat siggy.
The door to the cafe opens; to show a new face.
Well. I wonder who this is.
Whoever he is, he probably isn't much of a happy camper. He decides to try and act cool and lean on the wall near the entrance, watching the basically empty cafe.
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Oh look. Another lowblood. Zlukev responds by adding some dark red accents in her picture, but she says nothing.
Yet.
dat siggy.
Great. The only other troll in here is a highblood.
Who also happens to be a subbjuglator.
So much for socializing.
Not that highbloods even like lowbloods at all or anything.
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Zlukev looks up from her drawing, sighing loudly.
What_are_you_looking_at_fuzzy_wuzzy_?
dat siggy.
"Fuzzy wuzzy"..?
Well, that one is new. It does at least warrant a reply.
"noThing, really, miss highblood. just chillin'"
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It's_just_Zlukev__ she deadpanned, rolling her eyes, There_is_no_need_to_call_me_names_created_by_my_sp ectrum_status__
dat siggy.
Alright. She seems bearable. For a subjugglator.
"well alrighT then. zlukev it is i'm poludi by the Way. y' can'T blame a guy for being careful noW can ya'?"
He decides to stay at the wall. Either he is lazy, or overly cautious.
He wonders who in all of the several damned dimensions glued those chairs to the floor...?
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Zlukev shrugged, switching to a light blue pencil.
I_would_not_know_because_I_do_not_care_about_the_s pectrum_
All_I_care_about_is_getting_to_cull_the_stupid_low bloods_that_deserve_it__
dat siggy.
Wait, wait. What?
"well. thaTs neW... The not caring part, that is."
If you were stupid, you would have flipped right out.
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Well_I_guess_the_only_part_I_care_about_is_the_low er_class_
since_I_have_the_rights_to_eliminate_them_if_I_cho ose__
Zlukev smiled, a sort of non-friendly smile.
dat siggy.
Poludi would be rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. Wonderful things, they are.
"True. iT comes With The terrITory, Clearly, huH?"
Back to examining chairs. This highblood is really trying your patience.
Bunch of hoity toity ignorant jackasses.
Of course, you can be proven wrong, its just that you haven't yet.
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