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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 6:33 pm
She tried to hide the smile, she really did, but the quirked eyebrow gave her away. Did he really just say greenblood? Oh boy, she rattled him good. she thought as she put her hands on her hips. He had even broken eye contact with her. How on Alternia did he expect to intimidate her when he couldn't even look her in the eyes like a proper troll? This was going to be easier than she thought and just as much fun as she had hoped. Bringing her hands up to her cheeks she changed her expression into mock concern.
"Oh no, what am I supposed to do? How can I possibly know my place if even you don't know my place? If a mighty blueblood such as yourself can't even tell me where I fit on the hemospectrum how can I possibly act accordingly?" she said, swaying slightly from side to side. Then her brows furrowed and she frowned for real as she returned her hands to her hips. "But are you seriously leaving? The tournament isn't even over yet. You couldn't possibly be running away with your tail between your legs, could you? I don't think that would do very well for your image, dude."
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 9:04 pm
His eyes immediately snapped back to glare at the yellowblood, trying to regain his shaken composure. Right, being angry was good, it was easy, Sempur was angry pretty much all the time. He could do that, better than struggling with trying to come to terms with things that didn't even matter—really, why was he getting upset? No, no, he was going to get mad because that was familiar and this troll was giving him plenty to get mad about. He'd take the bait, gladly.
"You're not one to talk to me about image," he hissed, defensive and totally avoiding the fact she had mocked his slip-up. It was utterly infuriating, but he did not want to acknowledge the mistake, secretly glad it was only this nobody yellow that heard, no Pyruet in sight, not that he cared what she ******** there he went again! Mission accomplished, Sempur was worked up. "And I am NOT running! A lowblood like you shouldn't assume such a thing of a superior. I'd be glad to teach you your place..." Pay no mind to the grotesque clicking his nose made, Sempur snarled despite the pain and lifted a still-bloodstained fist, intending to show her exactly where she fit on the hemospectrum after all.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 9:15 pm
God damn her leg hurt. Hurt like hell, well, if hell was painful. It wasn't like anyone could know or anything, because they'd all be condemned in well, hell. So where did that saying even come from? Who coined it? She'd like to meet the smart-a** who did, that's for sure. Sayings that meant no relative sense! Ugh, and now her head was starting to hurt. Like hell, some would say.
Really though, she was trying not to focus on it too much. Just putting another step in front of the other. She had taken her time leaving the Colosseum, since hoards of other trolls had left right when the match ended and and didn't feel like getting caught up in the crowd; the last thing she needed was to be trampled because her leg couldn't keep up with the other.
God, she was tired.
Going home never seemed like such a good idea, as much as she hated the place. Her... lusus would have another annoying fit over her leg, maybe, if she was rather distracted today, although the most probably thing the dumb fluffball would do is freak out over the fact her pants were stained and her shoes were filthy and her hair was a ratsnest. The list went on. Going home never seemed like a dreadful idea.
She didn't want to stick around, though. Just before the match, she was looking around for Sir. To congratulate him on beating that crazy-eye'd purpleblood.
If she saw him now, well, things probably wouldn't end too well. He'd be pissed at her failure, and probably even more disgusted with his. If there was one thing she learned- which was an understatement, she'd learned a lot in the small time she's known Sempur- then she would know that he has one hell of a temper, and she could guarantee he was probably seething with rage. Seeing red, so to speak, but he probably wouldn't like that idiom because it had to do with red or some other lowblood jurisdiction he'd try to point out.
But serendipity has a crude sense of humor today. Finally working her way from the crowd that was now trying to work their way back in, did she see that damn blue devil.
But she didn't do anything at first, because she realized she had a choice. She could leave; he hadn't seen her or anything, he'd never know. Maybe he'd assume she got trampled and that would be the end of everything! Freedom and all that tri-colored red and blue propaganda that some of her books went on about. Kinda boring to her, actually.
But she noticed something. He seemed preoccupied.
She noticed the yellowblood, then. Sort of short and riling the hell out of Sir. Sarce was very good at reading body language and digging out context clues; Sempur raising his fist probably meant- now don't take her word for it- that he was probbly pretty mad, and, if her conclusions proved to be correct, hit her.
Well that was just dandy.
But she couldn't let that happen. It was sort of weird, really, this overwhelming urge to go cease all the shenanigans going on over there. This is stupid.
That was why she was making her way over there with unfathomable speed! That is to say, she was going limping her way over there at the rate of a three-legged dogbeast with paw-booties and post traumatic stress syndrome.
So it wasn't like she was taking her time or anything, just haggardly fumbling over there as much as her leg permitted, which wasn't very much, but enough to make her look pretty bizarre, for lack of a better term.
She needed to distract them, but how?
The only way she knew, of course.
Being pathetic with a side of annoyance.
"SIR!" she blurted out, as she hobbled over, hopefully before he swung his fist, nerve endings fumbling to make something else up that would throw him off, if at least redirect the anger, "Sir! Aren't y-you uh, going to stay around f-for the final match?"
Yeah, that would work for now.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 9:47 pm
Her eyes slid to the raised fist and she gazed at it thoughtfully for a moment before returning her gaze back to his face. "I'm sorry, but I must decline. After all, I wouldn't feel right about fighting someone who only just woke up after being knocked out. At least I had the common sense to back down from my fight before I humiliated myself. Plus, I doubt the drones would take kindly to us fighting out here in the square." she said before shoving her thumb over her shoulder at a pair of drones by the stadium. Then her eyes shone with a wicked gleam once more. "Though I am quite flattered you would fight me, since I am apparently below you. I'll admit that you got farther than I did in this little tournament, but at least I can leave with my dignity." She shrugged and continued, "Perhaps another place and time, Mr. uh. . . S-Se. . . Se. . . What was your name? It's on the tip of my tongue. I meant to remember it so I could have congratulated you on beating Miss Freckle-Face, but I guess it slipped my mind after your disappointing loss. . ." Minist tapped her lower lip thoughtfully as she watched him warily.
She was treading in dangerous waters, she knew. To be honest she wasn't in the mood to fight and she really didn't want to land herself in trouble with any drones. Still it was so amusing to watch his blood pressure slowly rise. He made it almost too easy. She might even switch up her tactics soon if it continued being so easy. Though she'd have to remember not to get ahead of herself. That seemed to be a problem a lot of the time, getting too caught up in the fun to know when to quit. However it seemed that she might not need to worry about that. For at that moment came hobbling another troll. A troll Minist recognized as the one being dragged around by the upstanding blueblood in front of her from before the tournament started. Now this should be interesting.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 11:24 pm
Amazing. They had only just met, and yet she knew exactly what to say to piss Sempur off. From the insult of a lowblood daring to reference his humiliation and putting herself above him by saying she still had dignity, to the masterful use of sarcasm, from supposedly forgetting his name when she had no right to use it anyway, to that backhanded compliment that would still be insulting anyway, had she really been sincere, because how dare she disrespect honorable Miss Fyrste like that! ...Really, it was almost impressive how the yellowblood had crafted such a perfect storm of offensive bullshit, sending Sempur on the verge of frenzy.
But she had a point, too. Fighting should probably stay in the ring. And he was out. Lowering his fist, now trembling with barely-restrained aggression as some would call it, Sempur had to make do with words just as she did. But he kept it short. "Your insubordination is going to get you culled." Was it a threat? A warning? Maybe it's both, but who cares! Sempur straightened at the sound of his recruit's voice, taking a step back and glaring at his fellow blueblood as she... limped over. Probably an injury from the battle she lost. Disgraceful.
Sempur immediately turned his anger onto her, forgetting the yellowblood completely. Sarcel was the whole goddamn reason Pyruet kicked his a** so badly. That battle went beyond just duking it out for glory, she had turned it into a grudge match. For Sarcel's sake. All from what the greenblood had seen in line. So misguided, honestly she had no idea, all of this roiling inside Sempur—it was funny, he felt almost betrayed. But that would mean he cared about what Sarcel thought. And he most certainly didn't. So why was he asking?
"Pathetic." He completely ignored what she had asked, more concerned with getting his own answers, "That greenblood. What do you think of her?" Who knew such a simple question could sound so loaded, his tone clipped, accusing. Even if she hadn't seen the fight, and some weak part of Sempur hoped she hadn't, Sarcel had been there in line. She had to know who he was talking about. Certainly, he wouldn't be using her name. She didn't mean anything to him, after all, she wasn't worth it!
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:15 am
Mission accomplished, for the most part anyway.
Weight shifted on her good leg, she watched as the fists were lowered, as the eyes were redirected, attention on her; three was a crowd, she always told herself, but she really didn't feel all that nervous suddenly. Drowned in a tidal wave of exhaustion and general I don't care attitude.
She looked between the two, staring at the yellowblood more so then Sempur. She'd be a face she won't soon forget; she had no real idea why she suddenly felt so indignant about the girl.
Looking back to Sempur, the angered expression, bruised face, blue rings and good god that nose was horrendous. In the ring, hyped up on battle-thirst and caught up in the moment of resentful rage, she had been rooting against him. Dammit he needed to lose, fall down from his god damn high-hoofbeast, realize his castle was resting on pillars of salt and pillars of sand; so why did she feel so guilty all of the sudden? This was utter bullshit.
Pathetic, she was starting to hate that word. Starting to hate being called Pathetic. But she had every right to be called that, because that was what she was. But she'd prove him wrong, someday, that she was sure about. She was starting to figure out pretty quickly that you have to stand for something or you'll fall for anything.
But until that day,
"Sir, n... not to be rude," she started out, apprehensive, uncertain, "But I don't believe my... o-opinion," god no don't start to wobble out on me now voice! "... Does not matter. Even if I was t-to... Give my opinion, I am well, Pathetic, right?
Lies and slander, but she wasn't going to rile him up any. That greenblood- Pyruet Tropos- she looked up to that troll, castes aside, she was her god damn hero for standing up to Sempur. What do I think about her? I think she's a lot better, a lot more respectable, and will amount to far more then you ever will, Sir.
But she couldn't bring herself to say that, caught in her throat and she didn't know why. Maybe some small insignificant part of her believed in this 'serial killer' more then she thought she did.
If he asked, she was a greenblood, and lowbloods ought to know their place.
"What does it matter what I think?", the sweet sincerity in her voice was sicking.
And she was never more disgusted in herself.
One day when she wasn't so Pathetic, maybe she'd stand up and speak her mind, but today wasn't that day.
She turned her attention to the yellowblood, then, her face fallen with a slight frown and slight glare; probably the closest you'd ever see her to being mad; she looked hardly upset, but on the inside she was furious, although mostly at herself, she wondered why the girl was trying to intentionally enrage Sir. She sure as hell had some backbone though. Courageous, she had to give her that.
She really wanted to say something, it looked like she did, but she had no idea what to say to the yellowblood. She just had no words to say.
She was more distracted with Sempur anyway. Why would he even care about her opinion?
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:15 am
Now it was Minist's turn to get angry. She didn't mind the fact that he had turned his attention away from her and on to this new troll, in fact she was looking forward to see how the two interacted. What was making her upset was the fact that the girl was just taking the abuse from him and putting herself down too. That was something she just couldn't stand for. Crossing her arms her eyes hardened as she turned her full attention to the other blueblood.
"Excuse me? Are you seriously going to let him speak to you like that? Good god, you don't even have the excuse of being a lowblood. I'm all for insults, but you're agreeing with him. That's what's pathetic. Don't you dare let him walk all over you, you quivering pile of hoofbeast dung. Get a damn backbone. How can you even live with yourself? He's at his lowest right now and you're saying you don't matter?" she said icily. She could care less how much this girl got insulted or even beaten, but it pissed her off that she wasn't even standing up for herself. Man, now she was just feeling disgusted. One troll got his butt served to him like he was on butler island and the other was letting herself be a complete doormat.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 5:54 pm
Now his own recruit was mocking him, Sempur was sure of it. Her tone made him growl in frustration—if he couldn't even get a straight answer out of his own pupil, what the hell was he doing wrong? Had he really lost all respect, then? For the briefest moment he felt alarmed by the idea, but pushed the feeling aside, hissing at her through grit teeth. "When I ask you a question, Pathetic, I expect you to answer it." But it didn't matter now. Really, that was answer enough. Sarcel here was weak-willed enough to see that greenblood as a hero, even worse she didn't outright say it. Hiding behind a weak excuse like what she said didn't matter. Of course it mattered, why else would he be asking?! Sempur wasn't one to waste time!
Then Sempur realized what he had just admitted, even if it was only internally, and immediately felt disgusted with himself. Good god, he'd just blame all these worthless conflicted feelings on the battle fatigue or something. Feeling defeated—and not just because he literally lost that fight, that's been firmly established by now—he simply glared wearily at Sarcel, wishing she hadn't shown up. He could have left peacefully, dealt with this on his own, no need to feel like he had to confront her now... Oh hell, you know who ruined this already terrible day? That yellowblood speaking now! Sempur quickly ditched that dumb moment of vulnerability, straight back into anger.
"I am NOT at my LOWEST!" Didn't even care he was probably getting looks for that outburst, probably being pointed out as that troll who had been humiliated and oh look another lowerblood was totally owning him, Sempur hated being talked around like he wasn't there and this would not stand! Worse yet, "Don't you talk to Pathetic like that, you're in no position to order her around!" He advanced on the lowblood again, once again on the verge of violence.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 7:02 pm
Too bad she wasn't mocking him at all. If the guy was more empathetic, maybe he'd realize there's more trolls then just himself near their lowest.
Far fetched, it was an impossibility in itself. Nobody was complaining, especially not Sarce.
She did see the greenblood as a hero. Call it weak-willed, but at least the lowblood had the strength to stand up and the tenacity to allow her punishments blossom into fruit; she shot the other blueblood a weary glance, in all practicalities, it might as well of matched the glare Sempur gave her, although her glare was different, tired.
She regretted ever stepping foot over here, the sudden impulse was gone now, and even now felt like it never existed. She had no idea why she had tried to interfere then.
And she was suddenly so confused, or at least was for a brief moment, until the yellowblood spoke up again. Really, she didn't have a care for what she had to say.
Of course, she thought that before the girl actually spoke. That was two lowbloods now that tried to stand up for her.
Only this lowblood did it through insulting her.
If there was one thing she was tired of by now, it was being insulted. Get a damn backbone, how can you live with yourself?
He's at his lowest right now,
and you're saying you don't matter.
Suddenly the weary stare on her face was an indignant glare, spinning her head from the blueblood to the yellow one. Damn straight she was saying she didn't matter right now, because she didn't. The last thing she wanted to do was say just how thankful she was of the greenblood right now. She was going to tell him, tell him later when he wasn't so...
so...
...Well, god damn, near his ******** lowest. She admits it, it's true! God damn, stop ******** antagonizing him!
If she wasn't so exhausted she would vent her anger, but doing that would show she lacked control, just like Sir had done in the fight. She wasn't going to let the rage take too big of a hold; her glare displayed the anger well enough. She opened her mouth to say something- some curt remark or other- but of course she had nothing to say still an-
"Don't you talk to Pathetic like that, you're in no position to order her around!"
And the indignantion was gone. Well, it wasn't gone, just removed from her expression. She looked back to sir, somewhat shocked- no, very shocked, surprised, eye's wide and hella uncertain.
Did he just defend her? UGUUUUU~
Man, she didn't even know what to think.
And she wasn't going to dwell on it right now, either. He was getting all worked up again, advancing on the yellowblood again; and she could feel all the stares from the few not watching the final match around them.
God this had to stop!
So she quickly moved to put herself in between the two, or at least try, less Sempur try to clock the girl upside the head (Which she totally deserved, at this point), then went to find her voice,
"Y-Yes I am going to let him spea-speak to me like that, because he's my s-superior and it... It's only right." She managed out, "An-An' that bein' said, y-you have- have no r-room to- to TALK, b-because he's y-your superior too!"
She kept on, "Have to stand up f-for my-myself?! W-Well you know wh-what?! I AM! Sir's got his reasons, but you don't have any reason' to insult me!"
Getting angry was tiring as hell. She just didn't want a fight to break out; but she wouldn't let the yellow-girl get away with calling her a quivering pile of hoofbeast s**t.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 8:38 pm
Minist took a step back as he approached her. The fun was gone now and it look like she had just crossed the line she was trying to toe. She was just about to get ready for his bloodied fist to fulfill the threat of being culled for insubordination when the other troll stepped between them. Minist watched the two warily, body on high alert. She didn't regret what she had said, but she really didn't want to get into a fight right now. While the other girl spoke she made sure to keep one eye on Sempur. He might just push her aside and go on to make an example of this cocky lowblood.
Her lips ever so slightly twitched into a smile as she listened, though. True, she didn't really favor the use of words like "superior", but the girl was actually standing up for herself against Minist. O.K., so maybe the girl wasn't the doormat she had originally thought she was. Not ideal, but better than nothing. So maybe she did regret one tiny little thing she had said. "You know what? You're right. Sorry for calling you hoofbeast dung. That was out of line. You're at least standing up against me. I still think you shouldn't think of yourself as pathetic, no matter what he says," she said before briefly averting her eyes up at Semp. "However, I'm not going to treat anyone as my superior until they have won my respect. I respect you just a bit more for proving me wrong, but until you stop thinking it's O.K. to be known as Pathetic and he proves to me he's more than a ball of anger neither of you are my superiors."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 9:08 pm
Sempur stopped in his tracks, surprised by his recruit's interference. That she had cut ahead of him was enough of an affront, but that she also took the opportunity to talk instead of just busting the defiant lowblood's lip was completely unacceptable. Really, he shouldn't have expected so much of Pathetic so soon, thinking she would fight instead of the usual cowering and defeatist attitude... Sempur would have pushed her aside and pummeled the lowblood himself, but he found himself rooted to the spot, listening to her instead. She wasn't apologizing and making an embarrassment of herself trying to make peace, how about that! In fact, she was...
Sempur furrowed his eyebrows, turning his glare onto his fellow blueblood now. Was she defending him now? As if he needed it! He would have felt utterly offended, if not for the fact that, well, she had sort of answered his second question, the one he had been dreading to ask. It wasn't like he was agonizing over it or anything, no, that would mean he doubted himself and Sempur was nothing if not self-assured. But she said it then, that he was still her superior, that he still held some of her respect, at least. He stood a little taller, maybe a little pacified now, looking on at his comrade with some newfound respect. So she could stand up for herself, even. Now these were results! If only they could do something about that obnoxious stuttering.
But now wasn't really the time. He fixated back on the yellowblood speaking; she was civil, sure, but still talking around him, setting him back on edge. Bristling behind Sarcel like a dog on a chain—drones nothing, it was only the fact she stood between them that kept Sempur from tearing into the brat now—he spoke up, "We don't have to prove anything to a lowblood like you. Our blood places us above you, we're better and you should respect that." Honestly, it was the most basic fact of society and she had it all wrong. Sempur almost would have felt bad for this poor, ignorant troll, if not for the fact that he was incapable of pity and also he was OFFENDED.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:10 am
She could of said a lot of things then. Mean words, neutral words, nice words, even, in the sense that the yellowblood had just apologized for the earlier insult. She was OK with the fact she wasn't being viewed as a superior, well, not yet anyway; nor anytime soon. She simply wasn't good enough to be a superior herself, not yet.
Someday, yes, but not today,
But the fact she said that Sir wasn't one worthy enough of respect knocked a little chip off her shoulder. He was just about everything a god damn blueblood should be, or somewhat close to, since his methods and ways were a little... illusion-ed, to say the least. Not that she would say this anytime soon either.
As much as she hated the name Pathetic, she accepted it because that was what she was. One day, she wouldn't be 'Pathetic', and that was what she was going to strive for, aim for, and most importantly, achieve. Just not today, or course, nor anytime soon. She was a work-in-progress; more so, she might as well transcend the definition entirely.
At that time, she became vaguely aware of her position then. Standing between the two, she might as well served a purpose similar to a piece of paper separating a pack of starving dogs from steak-sauced filet mignon. That is to say, how was this working at all? She had no idea, but she was rolling with it.
She was too busy feeling proud really. Proud of herself for standing up. She'd done it, she'd stood up for herself, and dammit she was going to allow herself this small victory, just a small one. It was only the start of the war, and she'd lost many battles; but this was the first victory, and damn it felt good.
Sir did have a point about the blood colors though. The caste was a thing, and they were highbloods, personalities and morals aside, they were 'above' the yellowblood, by leagues really.
"He does have a point..." she mumbled out quietly, glancing at the yellowblood. She really didn't want a fight to brake out, but she had no idea how to really well, stop it. she didn't feel like getting caught in the way, either, and yet here she was in the middle of the dogfight. Why the hell did she want to prevent this so badly again? she had no idea, really. Maybe one day she'd draw up a decent conclusion.
But that was all being saved for a later date. Right now, reasons needed aside, she was set on making sure Sempur didn't make an already bigger scene of himself.
God, that's right, look at all these people watching. Cue paranoid glances.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:33 am
Minist stood herself a little straighter. This was getting boring. She hated political discussions like this was turning into. She was done. Leaving was the best choice right now. The fun had disappeared and if things continued on there would definitely be a fight, either because he couldn't control his temper or she'd egg him into fighting just to escape the boring topic of the hemospectrum. That was not a good idea. The drones were one thing, but she knew she wouldn't last against this guy. He'd taken a flail to the head and still won his first match. Taking a deep breath she addressed them both.
"Look, I don't care. I view everyone equal no matter what their blood color is. That's as far I'm going into this topic because like I said, I don't care. I know I'm not going to change your minds and you definitely aren't going to change mine. I'm going to go see if I can find that guy that was selling that jerky. See ya!" With a wave of her hand she turned on her heel and walked off. If either of them wanted to continue their little color debate that was their problem. She wanted no part of it. Hopefully she'd be munching on some more jerky as she watched the final match. She'd need the energy after this meetup.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 8:18 pm
And that was that.
The yellowblood gave her speech, and walked off.
She viewed everyone equal, despite the color of their blood. Sarce had to admit; it wasn't completely foreign to. It wasn't that she didn't head the spectrum, quite the opposite; she followed the caste system to the best of her abilities! Highbloods were highbloods, purple was a respectable color. Although, she had to confess, anything below the shade of teal got tossed into a mixed up puddle of colors, right into a cauldron titled 'LOWBLOOD' in big bold letters. It wasn't that she had a disdain for lower castes; she was just as terrified of the lower caste as she was of any, the colors just lost their meaning, because they were all the same in one sense; they were lower then she was on the spectrum, and that was all she needed to recognize about their colors.
That being said, anything higher got her full attention, where as anything lower was simply, well, terrifying all the same yes, but also beneath her. That was how it worked, wasn't it?
She was simply too exhausted to purse the girl in indignant rage though. Speaking of, she figured Sempur probably didn't take too kindly to such a proclamation. As long as the blueblood didn't let his animal instincts kick in and succumb to the prey-chase one track thing he probably had going on in his head, she was good. Her goal was to make sure he didn't flip out any worse then he was and create a bigger scene then he already did. So far, so good.
So far, being the choice phrase. Watching the yellowblood walk away, she stayed put, planted to the ground, before finally going about a very slow clockwise turn, because she really didn't want to turn around; honest to god she didn't want to see what sort of reactions or anger Sempur had pent up that he was just waiting to unleash; better she get the brunt of it rather then someone else, but it still wasn't like she was looking completely forward to it. Dreading it rather, but she managed to turn around all the same, managing a very brief glance up at the looming troll, becoming just every so much aware of her position; she would of taken a few steps back, but she stayed firmly planted where she was instead, just as she had been before.
"T-Those pesky lowbloods, h-huh, Sir?" Her voice had lost the indignation from before, but it wasn't a quite fumbling mumble like it normally was either. "I think sh-she's a, uh, lost cause. W-We---.... Y-You shouldn't pursue her any, well, taking my o-opinion for what it's worth..."
She hoped he didn't though, sure hoped he didn't go after the girl. She doubted she was able enough to keep up after him with her limp. She really didn't want to think about these things, though, eyes searching for something to distract herself with.
Grass was pretty green, despite being flattened and slightly trampled. Couple of rocks on the ground, blood stain on her pant leg...
Oh, huh, Sir was missing a button. Probably from that fight with the greenblood.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 11:00 pm
What do you even begin to think to say to something so completely wrong? Sempur stared incredulously at the lowblood, looking absolutely repulsed by her. Because he was! So at a loss for words that he simply watched her leave, before realizing hey wait a minute—"I did not dismiss you!"—as if he was ever in charge. Sempur's ego was beyond bruised now; it was absolutely trampled, no amount of shouting could fix that now.
But he would sure as hell try! Sempur's eyes flicked down to his recruit now, anger so easily redirected onto her despite the fact he had been maybe a little grateful not one second ago. Hey, it's always easier to criticize than commend. "That's what's wrong with you, Pathetic, so quick to give up. Fact: There is no such thing as a lost cause. Why, I put up with you, don't I?" His gaze shifted back to where the yellowblood had disappeared into the crowd. They all had to learn it, some sooner than others: Everyone has their place, that's just the way things are.
Ah, but he was being unfair. Sempur couldn't completely overlook the progress his pupil had made. He had actually felt some sort of pride to see she had stood up to the lowblood. Kind of sad to think something that should come so easily to a blueblood would have to be celebrated but, well, they were making progress! He stood tall, regarding Sarcel with his usual arrogance—almost back to his old self!
"Speaking of which! You handled yourself respectably with the lowblood. Perhaps not the way I would have dealt with her, and your delivery left much to be desired, but regardless. You're making progress. I feel you have earned a new rank:" Light pause for dramatic effect! Sempur turned away from his pupil, clasping his hands behind his back, speaking with an air of absolute finality as he benevolently bestowed upon her a new name she could carry with pride. "Not-So-Pathetic. For short, I shall call you Pathetic."
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