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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 6:15 pm
Stupid highblood....Miache didn't like him.....he didn't care if the purpleblood was right, he still didn't like it. Did he really need to reprimand someone further when they had acknowledged their mistake and apologized for it? That seemed just....pathetic and just....not what a proper man should do. Maybe he wasn't proper for his blood colour....but at least he could still be proper. His thoughts finally ground to a halt when he turned to look at the yellowblood, almost forgetting that they were still together. Right....he'd suggested they both leave.....partly because he hated the idea of leaving him with the fighter.
After a few more moments of silence he glanced at Reemus again. "Uh....sorry my lusus pissed yours off earlier.....he's very concerned about hygiene and hates seeing young trolls rolling around in the dirt.....we both do actually," he added, tugging his gloves a little tighter on his hands. They protected not only his hands, but his damned sanity sometimes. Miache eyed Reemus, trying not to stare at every speck and kernel still stuck to him. Again he wondered if it would be too forward to offer to clean him up a little.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 10:07 pm
Wandering around highbloods had never worked out for him in the past. Reemus wasn't sure why he was numbly continuing on with this one. Maybe they just went the same way on their home route, and one or the other would venture off towards their hive eventually. His hands were clenched into fists as he walked, and teeth clenched behind his lips. He had been thorougly humiliated. Did there have to be such a show of it? Had there really have to be so many trolls? Hadn't he be given enough trouble for a while?
The yellowblood didn't want to steam, or hold a grudge, but his thoughts kept churning. They just wouldn't stop! He wish he could bite someone. Take it out on something. Not have to pent up all his frustrations and feel close to exploding with all these horrible emotions.
Miache soon spoke up, cutting into Reemus's thoughts. "Mm? Oh. Yeah, well... She won't hold it against either of ya. Just reflexes an' instinct." He paused, then looked Miache in the eye. "I wasn't even rollin' around." There was a little bit of a pout going on.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 12:52 am
THAT was what he chose to feel indignant about? "Pfft....." Miache scrunched his face before letting out a laugh. "You really were!" he retorted, the tenseness evaporating from his tone to sound far more relaxed. A casual smile flitted to his lips before he faced forward again, gait casual as he walked out of the arena. There was still hushed voices talking about the moronic blueblood and pathetic yellowblood, but he paid it little mind. He was honestly just relieved the indigo hadn't attacked the lowblood. Highbloods were durable.....they could take it. Miache knew he was physically stronger than Reemus....sure the other troll was bigger than him, but Miache had durability natural to highbloods, also.....just seeing how easily the guy was kicked around he doubted Reemus could throw a punch.
The further they walked from the highblood the louder the voices got, hushed whispers becoming jeering laughs and pointed fingers, chortling about how disgraceful and pathetic both trolls were. Still it fell on Miache's deaf ears as his mind wandered.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 11:44 pm
"Uhhh no, really, it wasn't. Bein' on my back, not movin', ain't rollin'," Reemus explained, but was smiling a little himself after the laugh, though with slight confusion. This highblood sure was an enigma. Steadfast and cool around authority, but an odd sense of humor. But his spongeclots picked up the teasing, and Reemus automatically glowered at the ground again. Gillian followed along, tail slightly wagging. She didn't get it. Reemus could tell that she had no clue. No understanding. Neither Miache or Woofmum got it at the moment.
But the bullying didn't stop the farther they walked out. How had they gotten so memorable in such a short amount of time? Didn't these trolls have anything better to do? Soon, Reemus couldn't help but snap at one of the fingers somewhat close to his face, threatening to take it off. "How about ya look in a mirror or something, ya creep?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 11:28 pm
"I'm not so certain, there was a decent amount of flailing," he teased, smirking a little at the yellowblood. It was a relief to see a smile of his face after all that went on inside, but then....no one was hurt, Reemus would probably be nervous with highbloods for a while yet, but at least he seemed more comfortable around Miache. Though he still didn't know why it mattered to him.
When Reemus snapped Miache gave a bit of a start, shocked by the violent reaction. Somehow violent outbursts wasn't how he pictured the lowblood...more....quiet and reserved....obedient and just....damaged inside. Somehow the violent outburst made him feel a little better about Reemus. "It matters for naught," he said simply, shrugging. The jeering of others didn't really bother him terribly, he knew who he was. Though.....the highblood HAD made him question just who he wanted to become. Whoever it was certainly wasn't like that stuck up highblood that thought a terrified troll should beg forgiveness for the slightest action.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 10:33 pm
Miache spoke up again while Reemus was in the middle of growling, his teeth bared all the while. The yellowblood was clearly on edge, hands in tight fists and posture threatening whoever he had been trying to bite. If anything, Reemus's teeth helped him looked intimidating to some degree. Who would want to be bitten by those chompers?
It matters for naught.
The grumbling ebbed. Reemus turned his head towards Miache, posture going slightly limp. How was it so easy for this highblood to be so above it all? Nothing seemed to get to him. Was he just cool, or was it a highblood thing, or...did he just not ever deal with real pressure?
"Doesn't anythin' ever scare ya, mate?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 11:31 pm
"Of course," he agreed casually, shrugging as if it didn't bother him. "Everyone has fears, that's simply normal. I for one am VERY distraut by how f-filthy you are!" he grit his teeth a little now that it was brought more to attention. He'd noticed it, of course, but he hadn't wanted to make a fuss. He grabbed a hand cloth from his lusus and brushed away remaining popcorn and other sticky substances. "I beg your pardon, but I really don't think I can tolerate it any further." He scrunched his nose as he tried to ignore how scruffy and ill-fitting Reemus' clothing was. Perhaps it wouldn't be too forward to take the troll shopping for something more.....aesthetic. Maybe something that would FIT him for starters.
Miache eyed Reemus, his face scrunching in thought. It was a shame he didn't have a spare comb on him to try to sort out his hair....he'd have to remember next time to start carrying one around. "Are you THAT worried about your fears?" he asked thoughtfully after a moment. "You seemed very....frightened of me in there..." Miache didn't like that....respect and fear were two different things. A gentleman garnered respect and fondness....he would be someone other trolls would look up to as a commendable, respectable troll. Not some.....genocidal highblood.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 4:10 pm
The blueblood might be bold, but he sure had odd priorities. "Mate, I'd call that just bein' real picky." Reemus was forced through the fussing, just furrowing his brow and twitching his mouth in a variety of frowns at the oddly hands-on approach. Was it that big of a deal at this very moment? Did Mia have to look so judging? It was enough to spur Reemus to feel through his hair for any wayward kernels. "Not my fault there was stuff all over the bloody floor..."
He looked up after the further fear commentary, almost as if he had seen a ghost. Then, gazed off somberly while bad memories swarmed in. "I got good reason to be afraid a' some things, mate. N' I've had a bad go with bluebloods before. The posh sort. Y' kick a bloke n' he'll remember it next time he sees somethin' that reminds him of the kick."
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 12:30 am
Miache simply smiled, perhaps in amusement of Reemus' comment, perhaps in approval that he was checking his own hair, in either case he put away the cloth after deciding the kernels and dirt was at least mostly cleaned off. Plus it wasn't like he had a wet towel to properly clean him. Hm....maybe that was something he should have his lusus carry around. If nothing else Reemus gave him ideas for being properly prepared in the future.
The mentions of another blueblood had him frowning. Was that.....what a blueblood was 'supposed' to be? Someone that kicked others that were 'below' him? Somehow he didn't like the sounds of that in the slightest. There was just something about the hemospectrum that rubbed him in all the wrong ways....he thought it was proper to respect someone of a higher blood colour and standing in society...but putting someone else down or hurting them for it.....he didn't like that. "Well...I never said you didn't have reason," he demurred, frowning as well, "I think I would dislike this blueblood....I should hope my caste show a certain....proud decorum and amount of refinement. I am remiss to think there are fellow bluebloods without such an erred view of manners."
There was an undignified squawk of alarm from Miache as he was shoved from behind, landing roughly on his hands and knees in the filthy pathway from the arena. His eyes widened in alarm as they scanned the path, picking up every little spec and kernel. It was FILTHY! His ears became numbed, unable to hear from behind him another troll sneering down at him; "HAH! ********' loser! Machia was too easy on you shitblooded brats!" The troll didn't seem interested in sticking around or kicking either of them around, but the damage was already done, Miache stared at the ground, eyes locked in place. He hadn't blacked out yet, he wouldn't...not for something so small. But he certainly wasn't comfortable.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 3:23 pm
The yellowblood just shrugged a little at Miache's wordy observation. "I dunno, they ain't popular where I'm-"
Reemus watched with wide eyes as Miache was unceremoniously pushed to the ground. "Ey! Ey!" He turned to the troll, even though they were disappearing quickly. Hadn't they dealt with enough already? He stepped forward, then faster, and faster. Reemus broke into a run.
He had only a moment earlier to see some of Miache's reaction. The troll looked horrified. Reemus wasn't sure if it was from shock or what, but he did know that that was not okay. Not after everything else. Enough was enough.
"How about you just leave us alone?" He rammed his head into the troll's back, shoving hard in his own way without going all out. At the time, he didn't realize how stupid a move it was to force any contact at all.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 7:06 am
Miache slowly peeled himself off the ground, wincing as he saw a string of gum lift from his knee. Well....that was fine. He would just burn the suit. He didn't need it. He would get a new one. It was fine. He shuddered as he clapped his hands together, brushing off the crumbs and bits. Oh so gross.....he didn't know how Reemus had been able to tolerate flopping on the ground earlier...though, he was also aware not every troll was as bothered as he was.
The ruckus drew his attention to over his shoulder, and he started as he saw the yellowblood headbutt another troll. What was wrong with him? Attacking a highblood? Was he insane? Yet, on the other hand he couldn't help but admit to being at least somewhat impressed by the other. Miache had thought Reemus to be the type to just lay down and take all sorts of abuse, he'd been wrong before...but he sure hadn't thought he would be this time. He walked over to where the other blueblood was baffled on the ground, the force of the hit having sent him sprawling forward. Though, the rumbles of others who had stopped to look at the yellowblood had Miache suddenly aware he was probably the only one that was impressed by the foolish move. He put a gloved hand on the tall troll's shoulder, "Hey," he said, trying to make his voice sound softer, "let's get out of here, probably not the best place to hang around, yaknow?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 9:11 pm
Miache caught Reemus just as he was still poised for a fight, teeth bared and growling. He even nearly snapped at Miache's hand when he tried to touch him. Noticing whose hand it was, Reemus eased up, relaxing his posture. "S-sorry, mate. I'm just..."
The yellowblood looked around. Eyes were on him again, with no more positive attention than at the ALG. "Y-yeah, let's just...let's do that." Fear started to rise in his stomach. Right now, he was the outlier more than ever. His actions, even provoked, were unacceptable. And yet... He was just trying to help another highblood! Why was it so hard to win? Reemus, scared and confused, started to whimper.
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