The Horror, The Terror! (JOARST/BELIAL)

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS 396 TAGS joarst and belial~ NOTES sobs kind of crap opening post but whatever i'll sob to myself ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]J egus. Jegus. Jegus. He just left. He just left and closed out of the chat window. That seriously put a downer on Pripas' day, and up until that point his day had been rather nice. He wrote some more fanfiction. Bothered Joarst a bit. Yesterday was fun. Tomorrow will be better. But for now, Pripas was staring at the screen, the smile remaining in his face in a show of direct insubordination to a highblood. He just couldn't stop. This was all so... Very odd. Pripas just knew there was a bit of black emotion in there, but perhaps that was how Belial was with everybody. Pripas decided that he really shouldn't assume things like that, but the sentiment remained. He was not a fan of threats, especially when the endangered Joarst as well. Pripas figures it would be find if Belial broke his own arm and went on with it, but breaking Joarst's arm? For something Pripas did? No, no, no. That was absolutely unacceptable. "joarst," he called, hoping that the ceruleanblood would get the book out of his face for once and come to the oliveblood. Pripas couldn't look away from the screen of his husktop. "joarst there has been a rather unsettling development and i would appreciate it if you came quickly." Usually, Pripas would never say that. Pripas would never even dream of rushing Joarst, or rushing things in general. It never ended well, and usually it ended with someone covered in a mountain of buckets. Pripas hid them well, but clumsy trips or extra force would certainly knock them over and ruin their weekend. All in all, Pripas only hoped that Joarst wouldn't be mad. Together, they could probably deal with a troll as high up on the hemospectrum as Belial. Maybe. That's assuming that they wouldn't get immediately culled the next day for defiance. But maybe something would work out so that nobody gets hurt. In any case, Pripas felt that it was going to take him a while to calm down. He brought his legs up to his knees and held them in an attempt to steady himself. For once, he was wearing his skirt rather than just boxers, but he was still shirtless, and if there was one thing Pripas didn't want to do, it was being half naked while a crazed highblood slowly breaks his arms off. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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[JOARST UANOUV]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 200px; padding: 15px; border-top: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; border-bottom: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; background: #f2f2f2;][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/fgCMf.png); border: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/fgCMf.png); border: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= color: #96abc8; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px; float: left; width: 235px; text-transform: uppercase;]❝ you were the sun and moon to me— ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #fcfcfc; width: 225px; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #9caab6; padding: 10px; border-top: #c9d2d8 10px solid;]well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit, with cupid's arrow; she hath dian's wit; and, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,-- "joarst" the trolls attention only faltered for a moment before his eyes kept scrolling along the passage, from love's weak childish bow she lives unharmed. she will not stay the siege of loving terms, nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold-- "joarst there has been a rather unsettling development and i would appreciate it if you came quickly." before he could even glance over whatever benvolio would retort to romeo's lovestruck rambling, the ceruleanblood snapped his book shut with a scoff, particularly annoyed at being interrupted. he couldn't ignore pripas, that was pretty impossible. besides if he didn't go to meet him, who knows what the oliveblood would do to gain his attention. still, what could it be? what "unsettling development" could honestly happen? perhaps his matesprit was in writers-block from one of his fanfictions; if that was the case joarst could only imagine he was being called up to provide some sort of inspiration. he left the classic on a table beside his seat before standing to ascend the stairs. "coming." he called up to pripas, but he only quickened his pace a little bit. joarst honestly didn't take the cry for help seriously. glancing in a few rooms before he found, well, something sort of unsettling. curled up in front of the husktop was a rather upset looking prip, and joar stood in the doorway for only a moment to take in the situation before approaching the scene to put a hand oh his rather unnerved partner. the highblood couldn't help narrowing his eyes, getting a little protective already, but also a bit speculating. "is, um, are you okay? what's wrong?" he could only hope this wasn't one of pripas' complicated plots of initiating...copulation. [/style]

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Belial approached the hive stealthily, darting from tree to tree. Not that he needed to, there were fucking trees in the way and who would even see him. The olive blood was probably cowering in his hive right now anyway. Probably had the fabric window coverings pulled shut. Oh yeah, he wouldn't even realize what was going on as the glass shattered inward, spraying the floor and anyone in the room with shards of pain and suffering. Yes, he would smash those windows good. Really show them who was boss. Fuck yeah.

Belial arrived at the hive, wondering where to start. The closest window would do just fine. He equipped Boneripper and prepared for all ensuing destruction of property. Which is to say, that hive was going to get fucked up.

With a crack of his whip the glass was quickly shattered, spraying inward in a glittering torrent of deadly edges and corners. It was beautiful.

1 WINDOW SHATTERED.

He backed up a bit to get a running start, jumping through the now destroyed window with ease. Glancing around the room he didn't see anyone, but there were lights on so he was definitely home.

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS 351 TAGS joarst and belial~ NOTES sobs kind of crap reply again jesus i've been out of it ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]H e's here. Joarst is here. Everything is okay, suddenly. Pripas took the highblood's hand in his own and gave it a little squeeze. He'd protect him. He used a fucking hedge trimmer to lop heads. Besides, Pripas had seen Joarst without his shirt. He was confident that the ceruleanblood has a good enough amount of muscle to lug that thing around and use it effectively, especially since he's a highblood, and highbloods get more powerful related to how high they are on the hemospectrum. Pripas always considered himself lucky, as he weighs next to nothing and does not have any sort of fighting style that could take him very far. Who uses whipkind, anyway? "thank gog youre here joarst the highblood belial was just talking to me and i guess i," he sighed. Having Joarst with him now made Pripas feel much more secure. "i suppose i was just overreacting he was saying some pretty awful things for little to no reason and-" a crash interrupted Pripas' thoughts, and he leapt out of his seat onto Joarst, rather draping himself over his shoulders. Pripas draped a leg over Joarst, as well as an arm, sort of clinging to him. "joarst what was that?" he asked, slowly sliding off of his matesprit's shoulders. In reality, something inside of him told Pripas that the purpleblood was in his hive, making good on his word. But he didn't want to fight. Pripas wanted to stand behind Joar and wait for him to fight. No, Pripas didn't even want Joarst to fight. That could result in injuries to Joarst, and that's the last thing he wanted. But Pripas would sure reward him for any bravery. "do you think we should check that out ill be behind you joarst." Pripas pulled out his whip and gave it a crack, away from Joarst now, ready to go investigate. After Joarst of course. He's the big strong highblood here. Not as high as a purpleblood, which of course causes you some distress. It naturally does. Pripas tensed up, hoping that neither of the two of them would be injured too badly. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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[JOARST UANOUV]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 200px; padding: 15px; border-top: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; border-bottom: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; background: #f2f2f2;][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/fgCMf.png); border: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/fgCMf.png); border: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= color: #96abc8; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px; float: left; width: 235px; text-transform: uppercase;]❝ you were the sun and moon to me— ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #fcfcfc; width: 225px; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #9caab6; padding: 10px; border-top: #c9d2d8 10px solid;]the moment their hands touched he immediately laced their fingers together, squeezing back ever so slightly. he would protect him. from whatever this was, from whatever dared unnerve his matesprit, high or low blooded he didn't care. joarst wasn't really the knight in shining armor type, usually he tried his best to stay away from any sort of conflict, but with pripas it was different. he got so defensive, so quick to come to his aid, it was a little embarrassing how hard he'd fallen for the guy. as prip spoke on, joarst rubbed his thumb in little circles over their entwined hands, in a small attempt to calm him down. but the his eyebrows furrowed together in aggravation as the oliveblood kept speaking, "why in alternia would you ever annoy belial? honestly, he's trouble, you should stay away from him." he squeezed their hands tighter, eliminating any space between their palms, as if that somehow made his words stronger. the crash from downstairs ruptured his calm and collected disposition, making his blue rimmed eyes go wide and his hand slip away from pripas'. what the heck was that. no way, he couldn't have gotten here so quickly. joarst only had a second to shoot a glare towards the staircase before his attention was suddenly brought to his matesprit yet again, by almost dropping him on the floor. "wh-whu...pripas!" he scolded, fumbling with the lanky troll currently in his arms. joarst eventually took a grip on him, trying to hold him still, but jeez he kept squirming. luckily pripas was practically as light as a feather, but he was still a pretty big guy and it couldn't help annoy the highblood to have to cradle him like a baby. "joarst what was that?" "if i had to guess? our enraged purple blooded companion." "do you think we should check that out ill be behind you joarst." pripas slid off his shoulders, thankfully, because the shorter troll couldn't imagine how he could fight with that giant perched on him. but at the crack of the whip, it only took a few flips of pages through his library modus to uncover the weapon card, and unveil the blue hedgetrimmer he cherished so much. he didn't whirr it to life just yet, but instead motioned to pripas to be quiet by putting a finger to his lips. if he couldn't get out of this with intellect, he would surely fight if he had to, but no way would he allow his partner to be hurt. step by step, he approached the staircase as quietly as he could, and headed downstairs to the scene. it only took a peek for him to roll his eyes; great, a broken window. just another thing for him to clean up. as if the bucket spills weren't enough of a job. holding a hand out to pripas to stay out of sight, hopefully if bel didn't know they lived together, he would think he had the wrong hive and leave. if not, he'd come up with a plan b. joarst didn't bother quieting his steps anymore. he descended the stairs with a glare, holding the weapon at the ready. "i don't know what you think you're doing here, but you are an unwelcome guest and were not invited into my home. i suggest you leave." with a tug of the jump cable, the blade starting spinning, roaring to a start. "now." [/style]

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[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]Belial looked up when he heard the footsteps. A troll he didn't recognize was standing at the bottom of a flight of stairs not too far from him.
Belial frowned. Perhaps he'd gotten the wrong hive? Though he could have sworn this one was Pripas' and it wasn't as if there were that many in this area.
And then he spotted the lanky troll lingering at the top of the stairs. Yeah, that was the greenblood for sure.

Belial stared at the loud, bladed weapon for a few seconds. The shorter troll would have to get pretty close to actually hit him, and his whip had a longer range than the hedge trimmer. He would be fine for now. If it did get too dangerous then he could always abscond.

"Hmmmn? And just who might you be?" he inquired, "I don't think you're the troll I'm looking for."

[PRIPAS SHACHA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 425px; background-color: #EFEFEF; border-left: #242424 10px solid; border-top: #242424 70px solid; border-radius: 8px 8px 0px 8px;] WORDS idk TAGS joarst and belial~ NOTES idk ❝ [style=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px;]B reathe. Fucking breathe. It's rather difficult what with all this stress. Joarst was, of course, informing Pripas that oh, hey, he shouldn't annoy Belial. It wasn't like the greenblood was trying to be annoying! Hell, he wouldn't consider anything he said annoying. He was being downright accommodating. It wasn't his fault that Belial liked to read things he hated. He was too into blackrom. This was going too far. In response to Joarst Pripas simply let out a little whimper. Joarst began doing the hero thing, and Pripas followed behind him. He crouched a bit, bending at the knees while simultaneously acquiring his whip. When Joarst told him to remain at the top of the stairs, he did so, peeking out to see what was going on. Yup, there was Belial, who spotted the greenblood. Shitfuck. It was even worse because Belial had some killer abs. Pripas stood still and silent, making sure to keep an eye on both Belial and Joarst. Pripas knew that he could use his whip pretty well. Wait, shit, Belial had a whip too? That could be really awkward. He hoped the hedge trimmer Joarst used would scare him off or something. Remaining silent wasn't normally something Pripas could do with any sort of ease. However, this time, Pripas didn't speak a word, rather preferring to watch what was going to happen next. He made sure to keep his mouth behind the wall, out of Belial's sight, so he wouldn't see him smiling. Pripas shouldn't be smiling. What the fuck. He wanted to stop, now, because it was completely contradictory to what he was actually feeling. Completely fucking terrified for his and, more importantly, Joarst's, lives. [/style] ❞ I RECLAIMED THE USE OF MY IMAGINATION FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, I'VE YET TO KNOW BUT I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D BE THE ONE TO UNDERSTAND ME; I GUESS THAT'S WHY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THINGS RIGHT.

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