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Once upon a time he had been a powerful lord, now he still is, with one major difference. He owns some slaves that he sometimes isn't sure about. But do not think about crossing him, sometimes it might just not end well. Please read the links on the left side first as they contain vital information for interacting with this character! Also I track the tag fuckedupmaster and princeofvoodoos so feel free to leave starters for me and I will get to replying as quick as possible! All interactions are face-to-face unless stated otherwise!!

[capriciouslyclowning-deactivate]

Gamzee gave a look to his fellow brother, his face lit up at the possibility that this dude would allow for him to take him through the busy and messy alleyway that made home to the middle-lower class. These were trolls that were only allowed to live a semi-free lifestyle, because they were completely fearful of acting out against the Empress. And besides, someone needed to head the shops and stores, the poor excuses to tailor to the Highbloods. 

As Gamzee started an easy pace, he tried to talk along as he did so, pointing off at the vendors as he passed them by. “Right over there is kinda where I like to check out any cool motherfuckin strange items. Don’t even know what they are used for, but it’s neat to peep on them.” He stopped suddenly, thinking that perhaps he could interest his companion to check things out with him. “Wanna give it a look? You know, since you are all about not takin this route and all.” He was taking a chance on someone who he didn’t know at all, and yet he felt like for the first time in a long time he was making a difference in his life. Perhaps it had to do with the fact he could hang out with someone outside of a slave hold, and both parties were completely free. Whatever the case, Gamzee was eager to make a solid friend, one that came rent- free. However foolish it seemed, he was ignorantly optimistic. 

[princeofvoodoos]

He never walked through these streets himself, usually slaves or even servants did their business for him in parts like these. He did not want to walk through here, did not want to look at these disgusting trolls and yet here he was, convinced by the almost puppy like behavior of the Indigo troll before him. Kurloz did not know what to think about it, but yet he did not protest against it too much as he should.

A shrug of the shoulders, he couldn't feign disinterest, but he was far from interested. Neutral was the best that he could do and hope that it went over Gamzee's head that he rather wanted to do something else than keep doing this. He'd have loved to return to his hive and have the slaves tend to him, the itch to get his bulge rubbed having sparked somewhere. He pushed that one away though, he might be a master but he didn't give in to every urge.

Even if it was so very tempting and even if no one would blame him for it. He kept by Gamzee's side. Wondering what the younger Makara would do.

[nihaoxueqiu]

Damara reacted as anyone would upon being struck by reeling back. Her hand shot up and massaged her jaw as she glared daggers at him. “HOW DARE YOU.”

She could feel the tendrils probing, getting further into her mind then she could ever hope for. It felt so odd. Like someone was going places no one had ever been before. Her face was one of a calm anger. Something anyone would run from but she doubted that he would.

Her hand curled into a fist as she brought it up and towards him. She would not let him do that so easily. 

[princeofvoodoos]

He could do so, he was a master and she was just a slave and he would break her if he had to. She shouldn't think that he wouldn't. Oh of course he would be punished for it, but she would get a lesson that she would remember forever and wasn't it all about that? It wasn't like Indigos weren't never used to teach slaves their place. It had been his name that had given him his riches and made that he hadn't ended up as the poor souls in the arena.

Kurloz saw her first swing towards him and he reacted, reaching up to catch the appendage and his mind pushed. It might have been almost gentle before, but now it would try to tear and cause pain. He had tried to be friendly but she had ruined it for herself. He didn't feel regret for it, if he had gotten her hand, he would tighten it until she would feel her bones creaking from the strain. Kurloz would show who was the stronger troll here.

[capriciouslyclowning-deactivate]

Gamzee eventually came to a stop, as he wanted to allow his companion to type out his answer. As he waited, very patiently, he gave a glance at the path they had taken. The smell of fried foods filled the air, from some local vendors selling questionable meats on sticks, and greasy pasta dishes in bowls. It was a place where people of low income came to try and make the best of their situation, and where trolls like Gamzee came to enjoy a change in pace from his quiet life near the sea. 

Gamzee turned his attention back to Kurloz, reading the note to him. He took his time in reading before he looked up at his painted brother. “Well, guess today is as good as any motherfuckin’ day to get your change on to what goes on this way. Shit, sometimes I just come this way cos shit feels kinda nice and different than all what I’m all used to. Not like you gotta need a motherfuckin’ thing to go nowhere, you feel at me?” 

It honestly didn’t seem to Gamzee, that Kurloz took to going out at ALL on his own, unless it was the slave hold, but he hoped to change his purple blooded brother’s mind on the subject of taking detours throughout the city to explore, just for the sake of having something for the two of them to do. He always enjoyed his lonely walks, so having this added company was a bonus to they lonely clown. His spirits were high for this journey, and perhaps Kurloz would learn to find some fascination in the areas he dared not step upon himself.

[princeofvoodoos]

Kurloz didn't even register the scent, maybe because he barely used his taste and therefor didn't need scent either to tempt him into eating. Two senses that he didn't have use for and blocked out of his mind. A shame some would say and he would scoff at them, why would it be a bad thing? Even if he had focused, only a look of disgust would have crossed his features, Kurloz didn't want to mingle with the lowblooded slaves. Or the masters who didn't have it as well as the highest of trolls with their rich purple blood. His gaze instead still focused on the device in his hands.

A raised eyebrow and then he seemed to notice his surroundings as Gamzee spoke, as predicted a look of disgust crossed his features and he stopped moving at once, chin raised and looking every inch the Lord that he perceived himself as. His gaze sharp and darting from side to side. He took everything in and wondered who would be broken easily and who he would need to avoid. The latter was no one, most looked uneasily at the fact that two Indigos stood admits them.

Nonetheless he finally managed to look over to Gamzee and jerked his head in a movement that basically said 'lead the way'. His gaze returned to his surroundings again though.

[capriciouslyclowning-deactivate]

This was a bizarre sort of situation for Gamzee, who hadn’t really anticipated that he would leave the slave hold empty handed. Who he had with him was no slave at all, and it seemed so out of the ordinary to the clown, who was trying to get used to the fact that he had someone by absolute choice to hang out with. No purchase had to be made for this sort of thing, it was freedom on both their parts. As Gamzee walked, he had to turn and look to his partner just to be sure. He said a silent thank you to the Messiah’s that he believed in, for this seemed like a miracle to any miracle that could ever take place.

As he turned off to the left, leading down towards a shopping district, he started to talk to the other who accompanied him. “Sometimes, if I get my remember to, I kind of like to get a peek at what cool shit they got sellin’. Shit always ceases to amaze these eyes of mine when I’m out here.” He turned, looking to Kurloz as he gave him a bright smile. “You ever go about these parts?” He asked, if only to get some understanding of who he was blessed to be hanging out with. Since he knew little about Kurloz, he wondered what kind of things the other did. And to meet someone who bled the same way as he did, seemed above another miracle. 

[princeofvoodoos]

He didn't blame Gamzee for finding it bizarre, in fact he most likely would've thought the same if he had been in the other Indigo's shoes. But he wasn't. At least they shared one thing in common already, the fact that they hadn't expected to leave this place without a slave, after all that was usually the only thing they came in here for. Slaves. Slaves to torture, to fuck and do whatever they pleased with them. He might have been disappointed on the other hand to know that Gamzee wasn't much in such things.

Kurloz cocked his head slightly when Gamzee tossed him a look, as if wondering why he had earned such a look. It was as if the younger was making sure he was still following and that begged the question why the young clown would think he wouldn't. It was strange to him. It wouldn't even cross his mind at first. In fact most slaves learned too that following him without a word was the best option if they wanted to survive the encounter relatively undamaged.

The older Indigo was looking around- he did, in fact, didn't go here very often if at all. It was like everything was new and he observed everything and anything. Before his attention was captured by Gamzee speaking and he shook his head in the negative. He would've licked his lips, instead he looked down at the tiny screen as he typed his reply, -no, I do not.- He didn't show it instantly, continuing his typing. -I often let others get the things that I need, after all I do have to make them useful for something if not doing something else with them.-

Extremely vague, but he expected Gamzee to get it. Most slaves got used for petty pleasures that highbloods or even humans could have. What other things they would serve, really? He finally turned the device so that Gamzee could read it.

[nihaoxueqiu]

She froze, not realizing how fast he was. He was almost eerily silent. Even with him on her like that she still snarled. This ignorant scum thought he had a say over her life?

His voice echoed through her mind, stinging with ever syllable. It felt as if he were shouting despite his mouth not moving. Who even was this asshole? “PAINT YOUR FACE IN IT. MAKE YOU LOOK FUCKING PASSABLE.” She grinned again, spitting on his feet. “HOW ABOUT I USE YOUR SKULL AS MY URINAL.”

Why did they have to take her hair needles? One of her only weapons and they stole it. She didn’t have a real way to kill him but she could try. Oh how she could try.

[princeofvoodoos]

Oh yes, he did in fact have a say over her life. He wasn't a highblood for nothing after all. A master in his own right and someone to be feared if they knew what was best for them. His eyes narrowed as she snarled at him and his free hand balled into a fist and his upper lip raised lightly to reveal the row of teeth behind the thread.

His hand straightened again and then he had hit her on the cheek. He didn't pull his strength and if it caused some damage. He was sure that they wouldn't mind too bad. After all no one would dare to punish him for damage that he caused, <YOU WILL LEARN TO PAY ME SOME RESPECT, BITCH.> HE told her, forcing the tentacles of his 'voodoos even further into her thinkpan. Even if it wouldn't result in much in the end.

Then he suddenly straightened and the eery smile was back on his features, eyelids dropping as he held onto her arm. Maybe he could practice some of his torture methods on her. That would work nicely, he was sure.

[princeofvoodoos]

dattadamara started following you

Another filthblood? It seems like they're really becoming more common here. Hitch up an eyebrow and stare the troll down.

[capriciouslyclowning-deactivate]

When Kurloz held out his hand, Gamzee wasn’t sure how to take what was going on. Just because his companion made mention in his text that had no interest in any of the slaves, didn’t seem to click all the way to Gamzee that he was being offered some time to leave with his fellow caste brother. He stood there awkwardly, silence collecting between them before it started to seep through to him that it was for him to lead the way.

"Oooooh, oh yeah…" He let out a small laugh as he stepped ahead, pacing himself as he walked quietly out of the main room, towards a hallway that would eventually lead them out of the slave hold and into the public. He wasn’t sure if extending an invitation to his hive was the thing, at least yet. A simple walk around the city didn’t seem too bad, but the only problem for Gamzee was that he would need to keep his attention towards Kurloz, if he were to get anything out of him words wise. With a device both dividing and keeping them together, it would make for an interesting day. Gamzee only hoped that this hang out had some potential for the future. The thirst for friendship was never quenched for him, no matter how many slaves he bought.

But Kurloz wasn’t a slave. This was the first change to make it’s mark, and one that made Gamzee wonder if he could be capable of forming relationships.

[princeofvoodoos]

He waited patiently, seemingly holding a lot more patience for his fellow caste members than for anyone else, or worse, a slave. Nonetheless Kurloz did raise his eyebrows ever so lightly when the silence stretched on longer and longer, nothing unusual actually, but strange nonetheless for he didn't think that the younger was less than talkative. The older Indigo wasn't someone that invited for conversation half of the time though.

A rather empty smile when Gamzee finally spoke and then he followed behind him, his hands crossed in front of his chest once more and phone still held in slender fingers. He had a feeling that he still would need this, of course the 'voodoos would be easier, but where would the fun in that be? Gamzee could do whatever he wished, Kurloz wouldn't judge, at least not at first glance, or following ones.

The Indigo's feelings hidden deep and only for him to notice. If he had known the other's thoughts though, the disgust would have been clearly seen. He could not believe that anyone would fall so low as to try and get friendship from a slave. Trolls so far down that they weren't worth seeing. Unless one needed to get something from them, usually pleasure in the form of torture or sex.

Kurloz still didn't know why he had invited the both of them to walk together, it wasn't like he would be getting anything out of it, and yet he didn't walk away. He stayed, patiently following and waiting for Gamzee to start the conversation.

[nihaoxueqiu]

The guards grabbed her, pulling her roughly with one holding each arm. She struggled, trying to pull away but it was in vain. Kicking them did nothing to help her situation but she didn’t expect it to.

She found herself tossed into the room, landing on her hands and knees. With a scowl she looked up to the person who had called her. An indigo troll. More like an asshole. She forced herself to a standing position only to give him the finger.

It was dark and smelled rancid. Like death. And to be honest it probably smeeled that way for a reason. Her thick accent greeted him. "HEY CLOWN BOY. WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME A JOKE? A JOKE LIKE THAT THING YOU CALL A BULGE." Her lips curled into a nasty grin. With one last look she spit on the floor and turned away, moving to leave the room.

[princeofvoodoos]

The smell hadn't bothered him for many a sweep anymore, the rustblood had some pit inside her, that was almost admired before his gaze narrowed ever so slowly as she spoke. He had a basic understanding of the language she spoke, enough to hear that he didn't like what she said. His eyes narrowed further and then he languidly stood up, walking over to her before she even finished turning.

'Voodoos extending and ensnaring her mind <YOU WANT TO HEAR A MOTHERFUCKING JOKE?> He spoke inside her mind, brutally entering, without a care if he caused damage, <THEN I WILL TELL YOU A MOTHERFUCKING JOKE.> He continued and then his lips stretched, the gaps that he created terrifying to behold, a hand reaching out to cup her cheek, <I'LL PAINT IT IN YOUR FILTHY BLOOD.> He was almost purring by now.

No, he didn't take kindly to trolls who thought that he could be disrespected. He had many ideas on how to punish her for that. Even daring to speak to him in that filthy dialect of hers.

[princeofvoodoos]

irxnicpuppets started following you

A new presence and his eyebrows raised, head slowly moving to stare at the intrusion. Irritation hidden carefully from his features.

[princeofvoodoos]

Honestly, he usually didn't bother with a rustblood like this. But she had been one of the few that had been free. Without anything else to do, he had agreed on getting her brought to him. He made over the credits and settled in for a wait, leg crossed over a knee and chin supported by his knuckles.

The stub of his tongue moved slightly behind sharp teeth and he swallowed, the threads in his mouth still smarting, even though the holes where long healed. It was not often that he kept his mouth shut, still able to remove them easily to use his mouth if so desired, but sometimes he did it for the unsettling effect it caused.

Kurloz found himself smirking and didn't do anything to hide the expression, even not when he heard the distant sound of footsteps. It looked like the slave had arrived.

[dreamingofambrosia-blog]

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[secretusreginam]

A little experiment. Reblog if you don't mind roleplayers responding with lengthy replies containing extreme details.

I really do like explaining things with such detail when it comes to roleplaying but have a tendency to not do so in fear that my partner doesn’t like a lot of detail or they’ll give me something small after all the effort I went through because they don’t approve.

[princeofvoodoos]

[Open]

The Indigo knew what he wanted most of the time, but today was a moment that he didn't. His gaze distant and focused on nothing. It didn't mean that he wasn't doing anything however. The voices of those he considered his gods whispered to him, eyes giving a faint glow as if he was under his own 'voodoos' control. Even if he hadn't been, most would stay away, even if he had been in a public place. The privacy of his living space allowed many a thing without caring to look at anything else, many a slave despaired once they noticed in which direction they got taken.

A slow shake of the head, a slight movement from side to side and the glow faded and he straightened up. The casual slouch becoming more guarded and he inhaled deeply. Beyond that, he didn't move, until he finally straightened to his feet and left the building that he called his own. His steps light and making him pass nearly unnoticed. Those who did spot him, glanced at his horns, made sure to pretend that they hadn't seen anything. The more curious slaves quickly distracted.

It was something he had noticed before, it almost looked like they cared for each other. How disgusting. His lips tugged down, but then he shrugged it away. He quickly passed them anyway, entering what appeared to be a field, a combination of hives and houses placed here and there. They had been long since abandoned; most trolls living in an ever expanding building, while the richer folks lived in a better place than this. Nonetheless Kurloz found himself standing there for a moment longer than strictly necessary.

Then again, no one could tell him what to do and what he couldn't do.

[capriciouslyclowning-deactivate]

Gamzee tried to catch Kurloz’s signing, finding it intriguing that fingers could work together to produce a language. It was so foreign to him, and yet he wished he could grasp it, if even for a second. 

Finally, Gamzee’s question had an answer. As Kurloz typed out his name for the other to read and sound out, there was a feeling of connection that came from being understood between two castes. Gamzee said the name with some fascination, having to learn it on his own tongue, for the other choose to be mute. Beaming at his attempt, he wondered how far he could extend this sort of conversation to the point where he could be more engaged with the other.

"Kurloz… Well my motherfuckin’ blood brother, you’re giving me some good vibes even if you don’t got a voice to be making noise at me with. Kinda makes a clown curious, but it’s cool if you don’t wanna get into that all here. Maybe you’d be up to chill some time. I ain’t pushin’ for now. Probably got yourself a want on the market here. But damn if I can’t help it when some other motherfuckers been wearing horns similar to mine that I gotta stop to."

It was his way, and poor as it may be, of trying to get the other to hang out with him. Having no friends but what he purchased for company, Gamzee yearned for anything that didn’t have to be bought, and this was the closest thing, even if they had a struggle with communication. With the hope that they could engage in some one on one time, Gamzee pondered what kind of life his fellow high blood lived. He wondered about the sort of life Kurloz lived, whether they shared the same solitary lifestyle, or if the other actually had companions to soak up any time he might have alone. It was hard to make assumptions, and in a place like this where customers  came with different wants and needs, Gamzee had no idea what it was that Kurloz had a desire for. He only knew that he was lonesome and he wanted to have some connection. This was the closest he had gotten to anything like that. 

[princeofvoodoos]

Only if the other asked, Kurloz might be willing to teach the other Indigo in the mysteries that made up the language that he signed in everyday life and his main way of communication with everyone around him. It might not be easy, but the appreciation would be there. On the other hand, Kurloz might just accept it in an arrogant way. After all, everyone should be able to read sign language. He shouldn't be the one to adjust to another person's inability to communicate with him.

Nonetheless there was no denying that the other amused him in some way, any other person and he might have walked away from them. He might have felt irritated and left without a glance back. At least the other was pronouncing his name correctly, not that it was a difficult name to say in any shape or form. The conversation, while mostly one-sided, was more than enough for him. He didn't mind the direction it was going, didn't feel the urge to change it.

His eyebrows raised for a moment, before he offered an almost empty appearing smile. The usual reaction to everything that was said to him. It hid what he was truly thinking and it was quite the effective way to unnerve most who attempted to remain in his presence. As if remembering where he was, he looked around yet again, staring at the slaves who avoided his. There was none that looked interesting enough and with a small snort he shook his head in the negative -Nothing catching my interest, my most mirthful of brothers.- He typed, before again holding it out to be read.

The other did catch up on the hint, however belatedly it might be and held out a hand as if to invite the other to lead the way to wherever he wanted to go. His lifestyle was solitary and he was not ashamed to admit to it, but there was no regret or wish to change it. In fact he delighted in it and most of the people who weren't slaves who visited shared the same hue as him. He cared little for companions, although sometime there was a desire to have someone to talk with, if what he did could be considered talking that was.

[princeofvoodoos]

The Indigo had heard about the new slave that they had recently captured, feisty little feral if the rumors had to be believed. He didn't pay too much attention to those however, rather tended to always look for himself first whenever possible. The device in his hands got tapped lazily, before he scrolled through the slaves that one could hire. A few options tapped and he came those who weren't desired by a lot of other masters who favored well-behaved slaves that could be used for anything. He didn't mind them, but he liked the feisty ones, loved to break them and put them together like he wanted to do.

A pause as he hovered over the button, going through everything to make sure he was prepared for the little kitten. A tap of a nail against the screen and the order was send. The olive would soon be led toward his living space. Kurloz swiftly stood and walked over to the cabinet against the wall, examining all the bottles lining the shelves and then picked one, seemingly at random and then poured himself a glass.

He did think that he would deserve it after all the hard work he would be doing today. The footsteps approached and his ears twitched lightly, before he forced himself to appear casual. Not that he was never casual in any other situation or that he felt anything else right now. Although those who knew him, knew that there was a subtle tension to his body. It was ready for anything that could happen, ready to defend in attack. On the other hand, it was not needed for anything. He could feel how someone else felt, could smother it, or light it to fire. A curse most would say. A gift, he would counter.

[dreamingofambrosia-blog]

18+ Dark & Mature roleplay!

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[straightjacket-caramelblood]

[ closed rp with princeofvoodoos ]

[straightjacket-caramelblood]

Being ignored really didn’t bother the feline in the least, his patience as ever present as his instability. He simply watched the troll drink before cleaning his fingers off, Arcita’s pupils narrowing thinner with fascination, watching him.

He feels his bindings finally being undone, the lingering touches making him smirk slightly, voice a husky purr as he tilts his head a bit and comments with the faintest hint of amusement in his tone, “Bit touchy feely therre, arren’t we, indigo, forr being in contact with a warrmerr hue…?”

[princeofvoodoos]

The Indigo was very aware of the other's reactions, observing like he was observed in turn and a smile curved the corners of his mouth upward yet again; the expression disappeared soon however, covering sharp teeth again and giving the illusion that the hole was sewn shut. The game kept going on, if he had been less in control he would've been writhing on the ground in pleasure of the entire thing. He wondered how the other worked, how he could rip him apart and model him in a way that Kurloz liked.

A hitch of an eyebrow and he pulled back, pretending like previous touches had never happened before. Touchy feely? Not at all. He was simply undoing those bindings. He shrugged his shoulders, before wandering back to the table with the glasses still gleaming invitingly. A light questioning gesture, the other eyebrow joining the first on his forehead. The hint of an empty smile on his features, annoying the dark thoughts swirling in his thinkpan.

It wouldn't be too easy, not even for himself. It made it all the more fun, if not a little frustrating as well.