Out and About

[devwocean]

Characters: Orphaner Dualscar and open
Location: Pretty much anywhere you want, including his hive.
Time: During the day
Style: Any
Status: Open

[Dualscar's been mostly staying home for the last couple of days since the Grand Highblood arrived, but he can't stay in forever - for several reasons.

1. He's not a wiggler.

2. The Condesce is there and he doesn't want her to think he's a wiggler.

3. They need groceries.

So he ventures out for the first time in a while, striding purposefully through the streets with an eye out for anything big, purple, and hairy.

Not that he's scared, though. Oh no. Definitely not.]

Comments

[devwocean]

Just seems like the sort a thing Vvantas wwould havve you doing. But if not, then it doesn't sound like you're doing anything important.

[He smirks at Summoner, a glint in his eye]

Let's go, somewwhere more privvate. Wwe'vve got a score to settle.

[rebull]

Uh, I listen to the kid, but I'm doing well to stay out of the politics. This isn't the place for me to do that. [Points at Dualscar.]

I told you that, and I told him that. If anything, I keep my eyes and ears open, but no real orders unless, uh, it's something I really feel like I have to be getting myself doing.

[Okay that expression isn't... good. Another quirk of a brow and he shrugs, hands in his pockets.]

Uh, nah. I have some things to attend to, you know. [Smile.]

I'll catch you later though?

[devwocean]

[He steps closer, trying to subtly press the lowblood back against the nearest wall.]

You make it sound as if I'll just let you get awway.

[rebull]

Uh... oookay... I think there's a misunderstanding here.

[Um, that sure is a wall behind him, those sure are his wings flattening out between him and that apparent wall. That sure is Dualscar pretty close.]

Yes, I make it sound like that, because, uh, that is what I am implying.

[devwocean]

[He lifts a hand and scrapes claws down the Summoner's arm.]

I don't think there's a misunderstanding. I think this place is a bit too public for a proper black duel, don't you?

1/?

[rebull]

Uh.

[rebull]

[Wait.]

[rebull]

[...Oh.]

[rebull]

[OH.]

[rebull]

[That thing, uh, the thing someone told him would happen is happening, shit.]

[rebull]

Um. I. Er.

Done.

[rebull]

That, is uh, not a thing that I think needs to happen. It, uh, if it even did, happen, that thing y-you're talking about. It wouldn't be black, it'd just be a duel.

[Tensing gradually, trying to just sink into the wall behind him.]

...Yeah.

not here with overused fandom memes nope

[aim_exorable]

[I warned you about seadwellers, bro.]

[I WARNED YOU]

UGH.

[rebull]

[UGH.]

[devwocean]

[What?

Summoner's reactions are completely at odds with what he had expected. Their last encounter had been powerful, exciting - humiliating for Dualscar, but that was really just the game. The rules of the game means it's supposed to be his turn to try again.

But now the lowblood is looking awkward and nervous, even shy.

Dualscar's lips curl and he slams his hand against the wall, just above the shoulder, not caring if he hits the troll's wing or not]

Wwhat do you fuckin' mean 'not black'?

[rebull]

[His wings are thankfully folded, the fist against them would have smarted. But instead he just stares very awkwardly at Dualscar with a very confused expression in his face.]

As in, it w-w-would just be, uh, a duel. Probably just for fun, or ...something.

[devwocean]

The last one wwasn't just for fun! Wwhy are you actin' like wwe're not invvolvved, all of a sudden?

[He's just so confused. Is this some kind of tactic to get him? To hurt him? Summoner's acting completely different from before!]

[rebull]

Whooa, whoooaa, okay, I uh, I think there is a misunderstanding here.

[Puts up his hands, staring at him with his cheeks orange.]

[Gonna make sure to say this as clear as possible.]

W-We are not involved.

[devwocean]

[Okay, this is really the Summoner, right? Not a clone? No, who could get those horns right? It has to be him, not a copy or something.

Dualscar growls low in his throat, his fingers curling into fists. How can this be happening? How can he reject him NOW? He seizes the lowblood by the hair and gives him a shake, not caring that they're in public now.]

Wwhat the fuck are you talking about? You'vve been flirting wwith me from the vvery first time wwe evver talked! Wwhat about our duel, that wwe had? You-- Wwhat about wwhat wwe did, wwhat I LET you do!? You can't just do this--

Wwe're fuckin' kismeses, and don't try to deny it, you piece a filth!

[rebull]

[He hisses, feeling his hair tugged and he raises his hands but doesn't grab, readies himself to.]

[Oh god this is really embarrassing and his is so very uncomfortable right now. Summoner tries to shy away, trying to weave a hand up between Dualscar's fingers and his hair to just... try to get his grip off, or... something.]

I flirt w-w-with everyone, damnit. And sure we had a duel, sure I fucked you, but uh, that w-was all it was. I don't actually hate you, I just made the pailing good.

[Ugh gotta, get out of this, ugh. But he can't help how much he's shying away, how his stutter is starting up again.]

Y-you got chumped, chump. It was- was just a one time thing.

[devwocean]

[He can't believe this. This can't be happening. This piece of SHIT is telling him he doesn't even hate him that much. Isn't he dastardly enough? He's culled lots of lowbloods, and taken part in their oppression, and helped find and kill the Signless, and WHAT MORE DOES HE HAVE TO DO?]

You can't fuckin' lead me on like this.

[His voice is a low, angry hiss. He tightens his hand in Summoner's hair, and curls his other hand around the pommel of his sword, readying to draw it.]

This is utter hoofbeastshit. Howw dare you say you don't hate me after evverything you said! You wwere so fuckin' desperate to get a piece a me, you can't say you don't wwant me noww!

[rebull]

Haa- ahh...

[Ho ho ho, god. If it comes to it he'll have to fight back, but since he's pretty sure Dualscar won't kill him, it's hard to motivate himself out of how fucking embarrassing this is. God, he, can't handle real quadrants. He's trying with Darkleer, but that's just one, and he's still a mess in person.... And now here Dualscar is really pressuring him, all Lysunder can get out is a few stutters and confused glances.]

I'm sorry, Flounder. I just, don't feel that wa-way. Haaa. And I was desperate sure, but w-when aren't I? [Summoner's really good at roleplaying, man. He's faked black just as much as red. He...could... hate Dualscar? Maybe? He does seem pretty hate-able to be honest. But god that's, no, fuck, now his face is flushing. More trying to get out of his grip, hand ready to get out his lance just in case.]

[devwocean]

[Desperate. He was desperate before, and now he's apparently reduced to nothing blushing and stuttering in his presence, in a pretty pathetic way that is completely unsexy.

Dualscar snarls and lets go of him abruptly. Without another word he just turns and stalks off, frustration and anger in every line of his body]

[rebull]

[Once Dualscar's off him, Summoner is mentally acknowledging how hilarious his expression was and sorry but he can help but laugh now, both in relief that he's not touching him anymore, and is just how fucking dumb Dualscar is.]

Fuck, haha, y-you, really are a drip. [Mindfang was right... yowza.]

Sorry for them misunderstanding sweetcheeks. [Phew.]

[devwocean]

[He's pretending not to hear, because the alternative is to RUN HIM THROUGH.

And while he might do that... he prefers to do it from a position of relative safety. With the advantage of surprise.

Meanie]