==> Be Erikka [Open]

[litwick]

You Are Erikka.

Your head is currently up against a brick wall while some random troll who doesn't like you hits your head again. Bad move for him. You grab your bottle and immediately bash it against the wall, he will pay.

With your face squished against the wall you blindly kick backwards, and judging by the wails of pain, you hit the right spot. As his hold on you loosens you turn to push him to the ground. As he did to you, you hit his head against the ground a few times.

The shards of glass you hold are to his neck. And with slight pressure he apologizes over and over like he is chanting. That is your signal. You have no use for him. His blood will not be spilled today, it's a shame his shirt has a olive green sign. You do love the triumph of winning over the 'Hunters'. But he has apologized , and while you know he's not sorry he was scared so he knows you're better. You are not just weak because of your blood. And he knows that now. As you see him crawl backwards away from you can see in his eyes. He will always know that.

You see he has dropped a thing of grub sauce. You have no thoughts to give it back so you try and grab it yourself.

As you try over and over to grab the packet with the anger and irritation in your voice only making it harder to grab. As you nearly scream at your modus to grab the damn grub sauce, you realize you are an idiot in an alley screaming at grub sauce. You feel like you should probably leave now.

[al]

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"Motherfuckers, get your shiny metal asses back here," he yelled after one of the mannequinbots as it quickly wandered down an alley.

The other two followed after it, probably spotting something distracting. Something with green blood. This was actually becoming quite distressing, having to restrain the trio of bots while trolls fled from them. It had been two days since the tyrianblood had assigned forced them upon them to him and he was pretty much out of supplied at his hive. So shopping was in order. Shopping, of course, which had to be done in the city.

"Oh my fucking god stop," he stated, sprinting to catch up and then grabbing the arm of the lead robot, quickly catching the next one in his other hand.

Unfortunately that left one bot free, and one was enough to massacre the poor fuck they were targeting. Indeed, just a few feet away was a troll with some green scribble on his shirt. Belial watched in slight annoyance as it launched itself at him, immediately pinning him to the ground and beginning to tear at his chest and face.
Belial tugged the other two back as far as he could. There was simply nothing he could do to save the poor greenblood now, all that he could do was hope no more of that particular hue got near him while he was in town.

"You three are the worst abominations to ever walk Alternia," he stated, releasing the two he'd had a hold of, "I swear Isixis is going to pay for this."

The greenblood was dead, as was evident by the sudden lack of screams. Further down the alley appeared to be another troll. Belial prayed she had any blood color that wasn't green.

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[litwick]

As you finally give up on grabbing the grub sauce, you hear a piercing scream. You freeze. You refuse to even look towards the sounds of the scream. Not even if they screamed your name.

You wonder if it's the same guy who's head you were bashing against the ground only moments before. You didn't use full force he shouldn't be screaming in pain. Though it could be someone else doing this to him. It might not even be him, could be another troll who was trying to jump someone and got his ass beat.

The sound has stopped. What do you do now? You have two choices: run right out of the alley or slowly approach the quiet body that you assume is knocked out or dead. You're not even sure if you should move though. You're not scared, but someone just attacked a troll seemingly unprovoked and he was screaming bloody murder. If you have to fight them you want to make sure you plan this correctly.

You hear someone talking, oh great it's a group. You turn your head slightly to see that there are three robots and a troll. You squint your eyes to see that the troll is pretty tall and is wearing the colors of a high blood.

"Oh great they're killing us off now", you say as you look to the ground to see the dead troll you had been beating minutes ago. You almost wish his last minutes of life hadn't been spent with his head bashed to the ground courtesy of you. Almost.

The highblood seems to be looking at you. You decide there is no point running past him with those robots with him. So you decide to slowly walk towards him. You might be able to take them by surprise if they think you are a weak scared girl at first.

You walk until you are about 10 feet away from the troll and his robots. Your eyes widen as you see that one robot is covered in green blood. You can't fight a robot, let alone three. So you decide to look innocent and scared. The troll is so much taller than you, so you try and look as small as possible. You tilt you head down and look up through your messy hair. You grab the hem of your over sized shirt and start twisting it. You shake slightly to put icing on the cake.

He will never realize that you are plotting to attack him if he takes one step out of line. First you will let him speak. Let him think you will be a compliant little troll.

[al]

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Just looking her over it's glaringly obvious that she's a freak, the stubby little horns barely visible on her head and bright red symbol on her shirt just scream it. Belial was pretty sure they were weak and therefore not a threat.

"Stay and don't fucking do anything, least of all explode," he commanded the robot trio, glancing back at them once more before turning to the girl, "Don't you think it's dangerous for a weakling like you to be wandering around in alleyways?"

He was more curious than anything as to why the thing was even out here. Shouldn't she be off doing... mutantblood stuff? Whatever that was. Which was probably nothing important in the least.

[litwick]

You look at how he commands the robots. It seems that he doesn't want to wipe out all low bloods after all. But that doesn't mean you want to drop your cover yet.

He thinks your a scared little troll and that's great. Though you don't take kindly to being called a weakling, you know he doesn't know better but you still hate to be thought of as weak. But what do you tell him? Saying, "I was just kicking the ass of the troll you just killed", probably isn't a good idea.

So back to the scared persona.

"I was just walking around by myself when heard a loud noise and ran in here for cover."

But you don't think he will buy that so you need something more convincing. You look back to the robots and you know you have your score. "Is.... Is he going to kill me?" You say in your most shaky voice while you take a back step.

If he doesn't buy the excuse he will at least buy the poor little mutantblood who doesn't want to die. You hope he doesn't question it though because fighting him while he has those robots could end badly for you. You start looking all around like you are too scared to look at him. Little does he know you are looking for good places to escape or attack from.

[al]

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They probably would, anyway. He wasn't too sure about them, and they seemed to fuck things up pretty often. He wasn't very used to them being around and he was pretty on edge whenever they tried to do something. Still, they seemed to have murder down to a fault. In fact, besides disassembling his things, that was the only thing they did right.

Fucking robots.

"A dark alley hardly seems like a good place to hide. I strongly suggest you get out of here before I decide your worthless life should be ended," he said calmly, staring down at her, watching for a reaction.

He thought very little of anything with red blood. The lower on the hemospectrum the easier they would be to push around after all, he wouldn't have to worry about any real fights. And even now if he were dealing with a highblood he might just be able to use the robots to his advantage. He perhaps would need to test such a theory out.

[litwick]

Worthless? Did he just call you worthless? This highblood pompous jerk talking all mighty because he has a few robots called you worthless! He is lucky you don't slit his neck with the shards of your glass bottle that you still have in your modus.

But that would be a bad idea. He might be talking all big and tall because he has robots that can rip your throat, but that doesn't mean he wont use them. And you know your mouth has gotten you into trouble with people who didn't have deadly robots.

But worthless? You are a capable deadly troll and your blood color does not define you. If he was lower on the spectrum he wouldn't be talking all high and mighty, he would probably be saying he wasn't just his blood color. You hate trolls like him.

That said, you do need to escape. You want to make him pay, but not now. Not when he can have you killed in an instant. You decide to not say anything and just walk past him.

However as you walk past him you stop a few feet away from him with your back turned. You suddenly feel like he can't get away thinking you are worthless. You can't leave letting one person think you are worthless. So you say with venom in your voice:

"You may think I'm worthless but come see me without you bodyguards and I will have you begging on your knees while I hold broken glass up to your neck. You highbloods think you are so great because you were born with a fancy color. Don't think that will stop me from killing you. But not now dear. Not when you can order your robots to kill me and then think that makes you a better person."

You run out of the alley and then climb up a fire escape. You wish you could see his face right now. But you will see him again. You will make sure of it.

[al]

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But lowbloods? Hah, they were weak little things. Even the ones with psychic powers usually weren't a problem, and he was fairly certain that mutants didn't even have that going for them. It was almost sad, but really more it was just pathetic.

And he certainly didn't turn tail and run like a coward.

He shrugged it off though, he didn't really have time to play stupid games with lowbloods. He came to the city to shop, and that's what he would do. As it was with his unfortunate robot situation he had to stick to the outskirts of town and there were very few fabric shops that weren't deeper into the city. There was one nearby, though. He should be able to reach it pretty quickly, and hopefully with no more incident.
He glanced back at the pile of gray and green gore that had been a troll. Well, he could at least inform Isixis that her bots did exactly what she wanted, even if he still found it to be completely unnecessary and frankly quite troublesome. But she had assured him that they probably wouldn't kill him or anyone that didn't have green blood.

"Come on, you pieces of metallic shit," he stated, his mood suddenly souring, "Let's get this over with."

They stared at him with their soulless robot eyes and followed after him as he continued down the alley.