having a violence kink is the best thing because it’s like. someone wants to punch me in the face?? beat the shit out of me???? haha joke’s on them now their hand hurts and i have a boner
can i cheat and do fishrails while i cry at the dentist oOo
Battle Intro: Alright my jelly babe, let’s sea what storms you can brew.Victory: Not a bad flow, we’ll work on it.Half HP: That’s the wave! Kelp it up babe!Low HP: Damn, my tide’s runnin’ reel low.Defeat: Deep waters Lige, I’m proud of ya.Death: …this… so this is, what it feels like… don’t cry Ligeia… you won’t remember why… you are in a minute… flow wide babe.Assist: Havin’ a good time without me?Taunt: Come on Lige, or has swimmin’ in the lil’ rabbit’s caverns been slowin’ ya down?Reacting to Taunt: Woah, look out! This little fish’s got some bite.Flee: Time to wipeout, catch ya later babe!Reacting to Flee: Same time tomorrow?Tie: That’s what I’m drifting about, good swim moibabe.Perfect Victory: S’all right little jelly, maybe you’ll find your monsoon next time.Low HP Victory: Wow, you nearly knocked the wind from my sails! Well done babe. Finishing Move: Sorry Lige, brace yourself!
() He was getting really damn tired of all these cryptic comments, and half-answered questions that seemed to only mock him with each unfulfilled quandary.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘ONCE AGAIN’! I DON’T! FUCKING! KNOW! YOU!
() Yet, once again he doesn’t answer. If he wasn’t holding the little troll, he would be laying into this ass hole with such ferocity that this prick would WISH he was a highblood, so that he might get bored with beating his ass. No, instead the idiot gets all zappy and ends up shocking Twitchy, causing an immediate snarl from his annoyed lips.
() Then, this drone dared to tell him to go find answer for himself. Answers that he only wanted, just so that he could erase them from history himself. As far as he was concerned, that MONSTROSITY didn’t deserve to have any trace of his existence left... part of that was the rage talking, though he scarcely didn’t think that at the moment, and wasn’t quite allowed to do so for at that moment, a little troll was thrown his direction.
!!!!
() He caught her. He didn’t even have to think twice about doing so. Her body fell heavy, but was light in his grasp. Held tight for protection, yet carefully to avoid injury, and when he glanced about, the invade was gone, and Jarren felt more pissed, confused, disturbed, and drained, than he had in sweeps. The static filled silence after shocky mcfuck’s exit, was heavier than a fleet ship’s prison block on his shoulders. Deep slow breaths, and gritted fangs, brought him enough calm for at least minor thought, as wordlessly he turned to return the little troll to the pile he had created for her.
() He lifted some of the blankets from the pile, covering her as he stumbled back to lean against the wall for a few moments longer. Until his calloused fingers came up to dig at his closed eyes, forhead wrinkling with the unspoken frustration he now felt clawing at the bone behind the inner walls of his skull. His back slid down the wall, an eerily soft hiss in the dark of the room, until his ind end hit carpet. In continued silence he sat there, watching the little highblood as she slept. Unable to bring himself to leave her after all of that... which only puzzled and encouraged the massive headache throbbing around his mind. Yet he remained.
() It was there against that wall, watching the unexpected little duck that came stampeding into his life, that he would eventually find sleep.
*You listened to the yellowblood patiently in kind. You wonder if even he understands some of the words he strings together….. Everything about his demeanor was all too familiar.
It made your skin crawl.
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I fear that I maybe her best chance at survival.
() You bet his zippidy-doo-fuckin ass that Jarren sent one of his discs right at the face of this Doctor appearing pile of fecal juices, when he took a step forward as if to snag away the unconscious troll near his feet. It was safe to say that a vast majority of this planet’s population, Jarren didn’t like. Though this guy, was rapidly reaching God Tier levels on his Piss-Ass-Prick Meter.
() The inevitable stare-down comes. However, if glaring were an international sport, he’d be the bloody damned five time reigning gold medalist. Yeah, he would self-proclaim that title over himself. However, there was a far more pressing matter at hand. It looked as though they may just have a strife on their hands. Until the walking example of a rabbit’s rectum, gaped open to speak again. (He didn’t know why that seemed suiting, and passed it off as the little blue troll’s apparent hatred for rabbits, being the cause of his oh-so-clever comparison.)
() Earlier? The hell was he talking about, earlier? This was the first time they-
You and Dammadic are….are far more alike than I care to admit.
!!!!!
() The name hits him before the memory. Of when Mel first woke up and choked his ass out on the ground. All at once the other’s familiar voice clicked, and as if on replay, he could hear the similarities. It does not help that he called Jarren and that fucking blood stain, similar. In fact-
() One might say it switched a deeply seated hatred inside his mind that clawed and writhed with furious force against his skull. He is rendered motionless for only a moment, moving when the good ‘doctor’ does. Seemingly away from Mel, and yet, when the stranger would straighten and his eyes befall the door, they would witness it’s remains slamming shut with a force that shook the walls and caused the damaged structure of the door itself to crumble just a bit more. Jarren, stood in his way, red sclera gleaming it’s beating, red rage in stark contrast the late shadows that fell across the room.
You’ll do me thuh service, of puttin’ Mel right the fuck down. It was more th’n clear t’me she ain’t interested in yer piss. let alone yer company right now. An then politely get tuh tellin’ me where in thuh abyss you get off, knowin’ that freak’s name.
() Where his discs had bobbed and dipped to conserve his psiioniic energy, now they stayed steady at his shoulders as if suspended there. The angry hiss forgotten, in the place of a perfectly harmonized hum. Jarren couldn’t tell anyone why he told the Doctor to put Mel down first. After all, the question of why should he care, still hung heavily in the air. He didn’t really KNOW her. Not really. Even engraged, he SHOULD, have demanded to know the information he wanted first, above all else. That’s what any other troll would have done in his position, and one so supposedly inclined to self-interest and irritation... yet, his deman was clear.
(( *Loud noises proceed to premiate from the general direction of the mun. They are indiscernable, disconcerting, and maybe just a little bit confusing. Sounding distant, before rapidly growing in crescendo until the mun Slams Right INTO THE SHAMELESS’S FACE AND COVER IN HAPPY MUN KISSES* ohmygoshohymygosh it’s WONDERFUL! What a cool surprise to come home to after work, thankyouthankyouthankyou! Is very nice <33333 ))
*There it was! Something darted over your foot! It was small and furry…. a rat! You were still groggy and half asleep, but that didn’t stop your lightning fast hand from crushing the small rodent under your palm as it tried to get away. It gives a small squeak before it is instantly in your mouth. The small sounds of crunching clearly pronounce the rat as no more.*
*Satisfied with finding the source of the smell, you continue your teetering trek to the top side of the ship. Unaware of the troll hidden away in the closet, you speak to yourself in a low sinister murmur. *
Let’s see what our favorite dish is up to…
*He opens the door to the deck and is gone, his footsteps ambling towards the direction of the kitchen.
{} Did he just? Oh hell, she wasn’t ever telling her friend this had happened. Ever. She wouldn’t hear the end of it. There was no denying the relief she felt however, when the floorboards shifted, indicating the threat was shifting away from her, presumably to leave. However, it was that moment the stranger spoke.
{} She never would have expected a troll that looked like he rolled around in a dumpster for his morning ablutions, to have a voice so rich an deep. It only served to unnerve her further. But more than that, it was what he said and the way he said it, that made her trigger finger itch. She didn’t like that troll.
{} Regardless, as soon as the upper deck door clattered shut, she was on the move. Heading down to the next level and through the spare bunks, to the bountiful treasury, and back into Denver’s little hide-away. Making a silent mental note, to ask about the rat muncher on board.
“Yooooooooooou b-beeeeeetter not mess with Jarjar h-heeeeee knows how to make pancakes!”
...
() After this prick was dealt with and Twitchy had more rest, he was going to teach her some better threats.
() Back to Dr. McAssGlasses.
() By ‘assisstant’ he felt safe to assume that this wriggler diddler meant Twitchy. However, she seemed less than enthused by his presence, and as he said the little nickname she had given him not even twelve hours ago, he felt his gaze narrow just a fraction more. The apology threw him off, until he felt an odd charge in the air. In the span of a blink, something happened that caused the little blue troll to fall to the ground. A quick glance told him she was unconscious, though his yellow gaze was quick to snap back to the troll with a scowl.
() That act alone, probably pissed him off a little more than it actually should.
Yeah, in ah was in no mood for some pussy dicked prick tuh waltz his ass into my place at thuh bone bulge’s chute in the morning, knockin’ out the wakin’ wonder like some old whore’s danglin’ tit! So mah ‘toys’ are bloody well stayin’, an yer uhbout to get real fuckin’ friendly with ‘em.
() The disc that had wandered returned to his side, whirling and twisting on the mirror side of it’s brother. The two of them slowly rising and falling in the air alongside of him, as Jarren’s mind pushed and pulled in their direction. Putting less strain on his psiioniics, and by extension, his mind.
() ... and then his hive invader pulled out a folder, and with each things he read off, Jarren felt a slow rage and confusion start to simmer with a threat to boil, beneath his skin. It didn’t help, that he could fuckin’ swear he had heard this guy’s condescending, cum guzzlin’ voice from somewhere before. But first on his list, was why the HELL did this douche have a file on him... and know about, at the very least, the general location of his wriggler-hood hive. Clearly this guy was not done blabbering however, so with great struggle he remained quiet for a few moments longer, and was rewarded with a fresh slew of vomit that made his fingers twitch.
Ah dun’ need anything from you, or any othuh self-righteous douche bag out there. An uhpparently, neithuh does Twitchy there. From what ah see, thuh lil doll eyes sure as hell didn’t wanna fuckin’ slit tuh do with you. Trouble ah can deal with. Been dealin with it for uh long time, though you probably know tha’ too, doncha? Ya stalkin’ pixie prick. What ah can’t deal wit, is just anothuh wormy ass tryin’ lord themselves ovuh a troll tha’ clearly ain’t interest in joinin’ ‘is lil over-important party.
*You don’t have the energy to even groan at your discomfort….There is movement and distant grumbling……someone is yelling but you can’t place who…..your body is starting to feel numb….There is a familiar smell of disinfectant….a hospital?
() Well, that didn’t take long to send them fuckers running. But of course it didn’t. Caste privileges and all of that mess. Some would think that being a lowblood himself, he would be a bit more sensitive to such biases, and struggles. If he laughed, he probably would do so in your face over such a thought. He wasn’t about to cry and whine over the unfair mess of the world, and he didn’t have the desire to risk his life to change it. So, he used his lowblooded, society set limitations, and whatever nonsense to the best advantage he could. What he couldn’t use or do, he moved on and got over it. Wasn’t no sense in dwelling over something he never intended to help change to begin with.
() In a hard silence, Jarren’s heavy steps announced his patrol into the lobby. Daring any who stared at him too long with a heavy glare and scowl to say one thing to him, before he sat his glorious keester down.
() Time passed by in stiff silence, as he refused to move from the spot he had sat. While waiting he pulled out a basic med kit from his sylladex, disinfecting and wiping into the gashes Twitchy’s fang’s had ripped into his digits. Before wrapping them tight enough to stay, but loose enough to breath. Tick Tock, more time passing, before they finally returned with her. He stood up stiffly, his hard look never once deviating from the doctor that now spoke to him. The bruise was noted, and if this weren’t such a precarious situation, he may have smirked just a bit at it.
() Regardless, she was released back into his care, and the trek back hive began.
() He was tired. Not physically, no, but more psychologically from the tornado that had been the little blue troll, before the spike of panic and very real threat to her mortality. He was going to have grey hairs by the time he reached 15 fucking sweeps, he just knew it. From the corner his lusus perked up, watching him, though he paid her no mind for now, as he returned the little troll to the pile he had made for her... and gave her a single pat on the head.
Get some fuckin’ rest ya quack. How’er ya supposed tuh get outta my place like dis, huh?
() He grumbled, lingering for a moment to check and see that her fretful sleep didn’t turn violent, before leaving her to rest.
---> Some Time Later <---
() He had been sleeping. The keyword among the four, being the word ‘had’. Jarren had prepared himself form some proper damn rest, when something stirred him in the middle of the night. He wasn’t certain what precisely it was, until he head a strange muffled sound coming from the room neck to his. Rising from his rest, his steps drove him from the comfort of his block, wearing only his sweatpants for protection. Not a word leaves his lips as he approaches the door closed, to the room that held his ‘guest’. Listening. Yup, there was mumbling alright. But this was different from her delirious mumbles from ago. No, one voice in particular, spoke pretty damn clear and precise. He had an unknown guest.
() Well, there was only one thing to do in this situation.
() CRACK!!!!
() The door splintered open with the force of the lowblood’s kick. Shards of the cheap wood showering through the air in broad archs, spinning and flipping a near violent dance. Before they could clatter to the ground, Jarren had stepped into the door way. At his side, two frisbee- like discs were hissed to life. Rotating rapidly to keep floating , with wicked blades unsheathed and blurred in a menacing threat to whoever the hell dared to invade his place. Especially this early.
MOVE AN YER LOSIN’ YER HEAD YA SHITE!
() The words were out of his lips before he had time to really see this troll. But whoever it was, they were in for one shit storm served on a silver platter of a privileged ass kicking. Even when his eyes focused on some snobby looking prick with ugly as a lusus’s tit glasses, his hardened glare did not change. In fact, almost without second thought, one of his discs did scream to life in a whirling hiss of metal and gears. Cutting through the air as it sliced into the space between the intruder and Mel. Churning wit a dare to just fuckin’ try it.
If ya wanna start somethin’, get yer bleedin’ fuckin’ globes outta yer purse, and face uh bastuhd that ain’t pile-ridden!
*It is way too early for you to be awake. In fact, you can barely function. You amble slowly into the small hallway, occasionally bumping into the walls. That damn Seadog…..you’d love to sink your teeth into his throat and watch him slowly stop moving…..
Your senses are far too dull at this hour…you don’t even notice the shadow of something slipping into the closet as you stumble around. If you were fully awake, you would be able to hear the heartbeat of some one close-by…..VERY close-by.
Instead, it is your nose that alerts you….somewhat. You trudge along the corridor until you get to the broom closet….normally it is closed, however, it is now ajar…..a smell flows out of it….sweet and light……tasty even.*
!!!!!!!!
*There is the sound of your teeth clicking together as you lean in close and inhale deeply….something certainly does smell good…..*
{} If there was every horrendously bad situation to be in, this would be it. She had no idea what this troll’s deal was. If his brain had been scrambled by subjuggulators, or if he had drank too much sea water, or something else entirely. Whatever it may be, he gave her the creeps. Her deeper, baser instinct was calling out little alarms throughout her mind, and the rang ever so louder when his stumbling steps found their way to the ajar closet. Damn. Turquoise eyes darted around, trying to find something, anything, to help her an-oh, that could work.
{} A large rat was snuffling around her boot, and with careful fingers, she picked it up. The wild thing wiggled for a momet, but with a trick she learned from and old friend that would remain in the shadows, she calmed it in a matter of moments. It sat in her hand now, ears twitching and whiskers quivering. She sent a mental apology to the poor thing, as well as to her friend who, if he heard of this, would likely give her more than an earful. Good luck little one.
{} She gave the rat a very light toss. The motion caused the scraggly looking thing to squeak and squirm once it hit the ground, before it took off at a run out of the closet. Running over the clicking freak’s foot in the process as it made for it’s escape.
*Everything happened so fast it was quite literally a blur. You wanted to bad to destroy the intruder…..you wanted to badly to make sure Jarren wouldnt be apart of this.
() fuckfuckfuckfuckFuckFuckFUCK EVERYTHING! Okay, he needed to get this wild blue bitch to the hospital asap. He wasn’t equipped to deal with something like whatever diseased crap that rabbit thing had! Never mind that his fingers are scraped to hell from shoving them in the highblood’s bear trap mouth or that his goldenrod blood is painting whatever he touches now. He’s got places to be and-what the hell are those fuckers across the street staring at.
THUH SHITTIN’ HELL ARE U STARIN’ AT!? WHY DON’T YOU ALL FUCKUHS GO FIND A NICE PACK OF MALE LUSUS, AN’ SPITROAST YERSELVES ON THEIR DICKS! FINGUH YO MAMA LUSUS WHY YER AT IT! IF YA AIN’T GONNA HELP, THEN JUMP IN FRON’T OF UH SCHOOL BUS FULL UHF ADOLESCENT HIDEOUS KIDS ER KEEP WALKIN!!!
() This is complete and utter bullshit. This wasn’t what he signed up for! Though, to be fair, he didn’t really know what he was signing up for to begin with. He scooped up this troll, and immediately began running. The hospital was more than few city blocks away, however, through his training he knew he could make it a little over that while carrying the little troll without it wearing him out too much. He’d be out of breath when they go to the place, but that didn’t matter a bitch lickin’ tit right now.
Hold in there ya lil psycho, hospial ain’t too far. Stay thuh fuck awake.
() This shouldn’t matter to him, none of this should. So she dies. Just another high blood gone, just another step to a somewhat quieter life. But it did matter, though he told himself he only cared because he didn’t want a giant ass duck busting into his apartment. That, and if his commanding officers found out he let a highblood die on his watch, they’d flay him alive. Biased bastards. He glanced down to see her eyes slipping closed.
OY! Wut did ah tell you about staying aw-
() Her eyes closed, as she became dead weight.
DAMMIT TWITCHY!
~>Roughly Eight Minutes Later<~
() With barely giving time for the sliding glass doors of the ER to open, Jarren charged in, a light sweat on his brow and breath coming out in huffs. Without regard to anyone present, he went straight to the counter, giving it a hard, echoing kick to startle the receptionist and catch their attention.
Need h-help fuckin’ fast! This broad here chowed like she was stahrvin’ on one of ‘em rabbits! So unless Ya WANT UH DEAD BLUE BLOOD BITCH ON YO HAND GET ‘ER SOMEONE OUT HERE NOW! AN’ IF YA GIVE SUM PAPERWORK BULLSHIT EXCUSE AH’LL LOP OFF YER BLEEDIN’ HEAD NOW!
*sniff sniff….sniiiiiff* !!!!!!!!!!!! *The scent led you from the cargo hold to the kitchen. There were voices talking in the inside. You smelled….Sheila’s son and…..the light sweet smell…The kitchen door wouldnt be closed…not this time of night….ESPECIALLY NOT TO YOU.*
BARK! (OI OPEN UP. AH WANT IN STAT! YOU HEAR ME YEH FILTHY BILGE RATS–) BARKBARK BARK BARK BARK
*They can’t understand what you’re saying, but your loud barking is shaking the whole ship….it could probably even wake up the DEAD.*
{} Damn, and she had been having such a nice time. She hadn’t been put off by the cook’s justified hostility at first. In fact, if he hadn’t been defensive, she may have considered him something of a loose plank. As it was, once tensions eased down she found him entirely pleasant, and a fresh breath of company. Denver did what he could, she knew. But if he kept away for too long, the crew would start to grow suspicious and wonder. Or even worry, which would still invoke prodding curiosity that was prone to unfortunate revelation. Unlike most pirates who would have found on a stowaway on their home vessel, no matter their position on the ship, the dear cook was a gem among gold.
{} But there wasn’t time for that. She needed to be quick. To the port hole she spun in a flair of her captain’s coat, the chair not making a sound in her graceful haste. Yet, just before she jumped, she unusually gave a glance over her shoulder, finding the cook’s back to her as he held the door.
{} She made a silent oath not to forget the kindness the young lad showed, before with a skill only earned by committing an act too many time, she slipped through the port hole. In the span of a heart beat, she twisted with the movement, her first reaching hand slipping over the smooth husk. Though her second, snagged a bit of the hull’s reinforcement. Quickly, her other limbs found purchase on the side of the ship, before she grew still as death... and listened.
[i] DAMMIT ADMIRAL YEH FOOKIN’ MUTT AH AIN’T DONE WITH DINNER YET DON’ YEH KNOW NOT TEH GO BASHIN YER FECKIN NOGGIN ON CLOSED DOORS AH SWEAR ON ME MUM YEH SEADOGS BE ABOU’ AS CONSIDERATE AS A SACK O’ ROTTEN TEHMATOS![/i]
{} Top fangs met the soft flesh of her lower lip, as she held back a chuckle, and when the thunder of his stomping feet moved out of the kitchen, she quickly made her way back in. Let him think she abandoned ship, or whatever he would.
{} Well, that was enough fun for one day. Hopefully Denver wouldn’t find out about her little excursion. But, she didn’t believe she had much to worry about on that front. As she went to quickly and quietly head back below deck, she found herself pausing briefly at her cleaned plate. What was it he had said? He runs a clean operation?... or something of the sort. A few precious seconds are thrown to the wind, as she places her dirty dishes in the sink. If she had time, she would clean them. But the more she lingered, the greater the threat became.
{} Time to get below again. Slipping down to the crew’s quarters, Marian kept light on her feet, back into stealth mode as easy as she could be. Now then, if she could just hold on to a bit of lady luck for a while lo-someone was coming out of one of the bunks. Jaw locked tight in a quick burst of adrenaline, she dived to the door to her right. A familiar closet that she rushed to pass through the contents of, and press herself to the very back. Breath held, and hushed.
(( And another Marian thing, suitable for when she’s mad or raging. Quiet reminder that Siren’s weren’t just pretty singers. Song will also serve it’s purpose in Marian’s story when the time comes around. ))
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