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[The video feed flickers on to show a lovely adult troll, tyrian colored eyes matching her tyrian painted lips. Thick black hair down to the ground that seems to wrap around her figure. She, all together, looks rather bored, like this is some tedious effort she doesn't want to deal with.]

Hello, Vatheon.

[A smile touches her features, one much softer than most would expect! Less condescending than her title implies.]

I feel now is a good time to introduce my presence and-

[She turns her head away from the video for a moment, something obviously caught her attention. The video becomes shaky as she walks quickly.]

Grand Highblood?

[The video doesn't turn from its original position, but a low rumbling voice can be heard offscreen:]

Well, my lady. Didn't think I would be all motherfucking finding you here so quick-like and shit.

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[Easily provoked, he snaps his jaws, a growl rising in the back of his throat.]

You all motherfucking sure you want me to be doing as I am all motherfucking told? All the hellraising fire raining down on the motherfucking soft, easily crushable skulls of the innocent motherfuckers is what I all do "when I'm told."

From what it looks like, carni, what you're being told right now is to be a nice little barkbeast. All sitting pretty with you ass up for fish bitch too whip whenever she damn well pleases.

[Yeah sorry, not intimated.]

[He tilts his head, the leftover snarl leaving his lips in a perpetual sneer.]

Nobody is telling me to be motherfucking nothing, motherfucker.

[Okay, openly laughing at that.]

Keep telling yourself that. Fucking idiot. All of you subjuggers are.

[He growls at first, but then slowly, a small quirk of his lips, still glaring. This lowblood's got some serious guts, and it's both impressive and maddening. No lowblood should be this gutsy towards the highest and the Condesce herself. Most would've been scared shitless, or would at least practice some caution in their words. But...this one, nope, it seems he's going all out.

Before he even arrived in this bubble, word of "The Summoner" had barely reached his ears, and though he had brushed it off like it was nothing...he now realized what that nagging feeling in the back of his pan then had meant. This motherfucker is different, and no matter how low on the spectrum he was, they had no choice but to acknowledge his presence and his army. He may or may not have an army here already, so it's best to tread carefully.]

And you motherfucking rebels are nothing but idealistic little shits. Any rebellion you all motherfucking stage will be thwarted, and that I can be all motherfucking assuring you of, motherfucker.

[He does have an army. Every single creature in this bubble, on the island, and in the ocean around either. If it wouldn't cause such a ruckus for everyone living here he would have them tracking down where Highblood and Condesce are now. But even though he knows otherwise, Cond and he have yet to really do much and it's better to not simply leap forward. Summoner might be angry, he may say everything on his mind, be he is in no way an idiot. And he definitely isn't going to just fly off and find and attack either of them.]

Idealism has many faces and ours is of righteousness you stupid clown. My rebellion has yet to be, and I doubt it will end as easily as that. The empire on Alternia will die by my hand and by the hands of all that follow me and the word of screaming prophet. So be as you are, a useless drone following your queen with no mind of your own, but do not pretend to know the future only a seer would know.

How a troll of such an impressive stature and strength is held up without a spine I'll never know.

Edited 2012-02-26 11:50 (UTC)

Easily? No, no, no, motherfucker. No motherfucker here is spouting that shit. I was motherfucking there, when that shit all reared its wicked horned head, and it felt like sweeps had all fucking gone by until even the slightest motherfucking news of your name rose from wave after waves of shitty corpses colored by the motherfucking rainbow. It's only a matter of fucking time before the piles reach the motherfucking skies in an uneven balance. An army of rag tag lowbloods with only spit and courage to be all motherfucking guiding them don't stand a motherfucking chance against an army of highly trained highbloods.

[Though now without their leaders, he only now wonders what will become of the war that they left behind. Then he frowns deeply all of a sudden. That's sort of confusing, man, but his lips curl back as he growls lowly.]

"Without a spine?" Your motherfucking fearlessness is all just but getting its demanding on for a throw-down, motherfucker.

[A smirk, eyes slimming as he cranes his neck forward, lips curled back over fangs.]

I know of the times before mine, indick, I know the mistakes, I know of a lot more than many of my standing do, no thanks to the likes of you highblood scum. Devouring and hoarding information like you do the rotting corpses of so many trolls. I will not be doomed to repeat those mistakes. Heh heh heh... [A slight shake of his head, raising it.]

'Highly trained'? Are you suggesting we aren't? Not only do we have numbers, in trolls and beasts alike-- 'The Summoner' remember that-- But we have spent our lives preparing ourselves for this. Our oppression, while it is what we fight to rid ourselves of, has honed us to feel passion enough to work for what we deserve, work for equality.

I can speak for myself and so many other lowbloods when I say we have the skills necessary to overthrow the deranged tyranny of the blood empirical system, and you'd be naive to think otherwise. It may take time, but then again, you cold blooded fucks have enough of that, don't you?

[Head tilt, huff, wings rustling behind him as he gives the other a rather calm shrug.]

I wouldn't turn down the strife, I love my blood flowing, but would the wittle wap dog be awowed to go do what he pweases? [Grin.]

Orders are orders, aren't they? Can't leave her side if she wants you there, grovelling mutt.

[He barks out a harsh laugh, still frowning and glowering through it.]

Do not overestimate your motherfucking abilities, "Summoner" or not. Like your shitty little selves, we too, spend our lives training and fighting. Our lives that exceed your pathetically short ones, so trust a motherfucker when he all tells you that we highbloods are more than a motherfucking match for your so-called 'army' of beasts and slaves!

[Visibly bristles. Of course he can do what the fuck he wants! The Empress only gave him simple orders, to meet a certain goal, but what he did in between was his own business. He may be loyal to her and her rules of the Hemospectrum, but he had his own reasons and goals in life too.]

[His voice suddenly grows soft, frown suddenly turning upside-down!] Sometimes, a brother just got to be motherfucking doing what's all right up in his blood-pusher. Order or not.

I can assure you, Chucklefuck, I'm not overestimating anything. I've seen what highbloods can do and it'd be just as naive of me to think you won't continue to make this war bloody. [Frown, face getting cold.]

Many have died, and I to realize I may die by this war, probably even by the hand of a subjugglator much like yourself. I will not allow this to deter me though, the fight for freedom will continue, this war will not end as the last did. [Especially since he's already been told about what Condesce does in reaction to his rebellion. Granted, he knows not how he dies, but Summoner knows the trouble this wars causes and that Condesce will be forced to remove all the adults from the planet. The children will inherit the world, and with an Empress to be like Feferi, they would have done so much better.]

[Summoner can live with that.]

[But then a smirk, hearing The Highblood's final words. Summoner's eyes slim, gears turning in his think pan.]

Then we'll dance, Highblood. Try to leave the ball and chain at home.

[All this confidence and optimism from a lowblood makes his stomach churn a little, but he manages to show his disgust in a more subtle way, chuckling under his breath, eyebrows relaxed.

We'll just have to be all motherfucking seeing about that when the time all comes, now won't we?

[Then his chuckling escalates to a loud honking laugh. It's short, but has a distinct feel to it, filled with contempt and excitement.]

I'll bring my nice motherfucking shoes.

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