So I set out across that way to strike them down, to make them pay

[carnagecarnival]

Who| Initiate + Sam & Tony. Initiate + Signless & Psiioniic. 
What| The Initiate has gained some information. It's time to bring plans to fruition. But first he needs people.
Where| A capitol alley bindspot. 
When| After speaking with Sigma, post-arena.
WARNINGS| Language.

He walked out the tower that morning, face bright, hopeful. He walked with body loose, mind mulling over idle simple things, only the barest trace of nerves underneath. He returns different. 

When he comes back his spine is straight, shoulders back, wild hair still long and so cascading down. Each step is measured and his chin is lifted. He looks calm, right up until his fists curled tight and the ways his eyes blaze red.

He reaches them separate, calling them to meet him at different times. There is murder on his face and not a smile to be seen, until he says with all teeth, "He'd like us getting a meet on. MAYBE GET OUR MOTHERFUCKING CHILL REAL NICELIKE. Think as he and we could be about getting better knowing this motherfucking way. PLACE OUTERWAYS WHAT TO BE AT, BROTHER. He'd not be motherfucking late, were he you." He gives the time, and a tense goodbye, all without single chance of speakings otherwise. He would not be placated.

Sam would bring Tony. Signless would bring the Psiioniic. Two separate meetings. Two fail safes.  At least one of them would offer what all he needs. He waits in alley, with graffiti painted bright as to mark their security there. His back is to the wall as he waits for his arrivals, hands opening and closing in want of clubs. Or maybe an enemy. It's been long since he felt like this 

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[sizeofyourbaggage]

There's pretty much nothing about that conversation that isn't a giant red flag. Sam'd have no idea what the hell was going on if he hadn't spent so much time talking with Kurloz. As it is, he has his suspicions - and that's even more of a red flag.

But Sam himself had been the one to suggest involving Tony in trying to get in contact with District 13. And Kurloz knows just how badly Sam wants to do that, after Natasha and Albert. Not because he believes they're there - honestly, he doesn't - but because he's throwing himself more into this now.

So he doesn't say anything, not yet. He asks Tony to go out with him, flirts a little on the way there, like he always does. It's too easy to flirt with Tony, and anyway, it would look weird if he tried not to. But he does turn a little bit more serious when they step into the blind spot.

"I kind of had ulterior motives for asking you out with me, man. I wanted to talk where the Capitol can't hear us."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony had easily followed Sam on his invitation and gone with him, flirting back and even laughing. He liked it. After everything he'd ended up living through by winning the arena he needed a bit of fun. And that fun Sam was clearly happy to dole out with the playful flirting and easy company.

He knows where all the blind spots are, he has since the jail break attempt, while he raises his eyebrow at the location but doesn't look overly surprised when Same speaks.

"Well, if you're going to ask me to marry you, you can do that in front of the cameras, give them something to talk about. Or are we here so Steve won't here."

He smirks. He knows this isn't going to be some funny or playful conversation. But when confronted with something that Tony doesn't immediately know about, he's going to try and act in a way to give him at least some footing in the situation.

[carnagecarnival]

"NOW NOW," He says, from his place at the alley wall. "Going to make a motherfucker right jealous having propositional romantic done up before him. ALL IN HIS SEEING TO BE DOING SUCH THINGS ENVY INSPIRING. Why don't we motherfucking save such celebrations pleasant for a time?" And likewise, he can postpone the pleasantries and get on down to righteous business. He ushers them close, on into the dark. Then he continues.

"GOT YOUR HOPES, SAM, KNOW AT YOU DO. 'Fraid we got ourselves for a different sort of rescue what as to be done. OUR GREATEST ALLIES IS UNDER THREAT. Would be a damn shame if at they were to choke on their own fucking gut-ropes." Truth, for all that he speaks like he doesn't give a damn one way or other about it. For all he speaks like it's near funny.

"TONY MOTHERFUCKING STARK," He begins, turning to his guest now. "He's got proposition at for you. SEE, ALL DIRE BE OF US FOR A LITTLE MOTHERFUCKING MOVEMENT. All fuckin stuck-stalled are we before the beast's maw. HE NEEDS TO SPEAK TO MANY WHAT'S TO BE KICKING THE WICKED NEWS ALL UP AT ONCE. Another associate being done talked to. ALREADY PROMISED AS TO GIVE SIGNAL FOR ANY NEEDING TO BE WORKING WITH. But otherwise, motherfucker's a back up as you is to he. THINK LIKE YOU CAN HELP AN INITIATE'S VOICE FOR BEING HEARD? Despite all soundings, he seems to find some trouble with that up on his own."

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Despite the seriousness that this conversation's probably going to entail, Sam chuckles a little at Tony's question. "Nah, man, I gotta figure out the Capitol's stance on threeway marriages before I think about proposing."

Then he shuts up, eyes narrowing a little as he listens to Kurloz talk. By now he's used to Kurloz's speech patterns, even if he still sometimes has a take a second to sort them out, but this? This is different. This is more warning signs, and Sam's about eighty percent sure he knows what's going on. He can't call him on it now, because what he's saying is way too damn important, but he is going to watch him, and make plans for after their talk is done.

"I've been wanting to contact District 13 for a while," Sam says, to catch Tony up. He assumes automatically that Tony knows what District 13 is, probably that he's even involved in the rebellion somehow, even though he's never gotten the chance to actually talk to him about it. "Met one of them when they were on a recruitement run here, but didn't get his number. But you're right, this is way more important."

He doesn't trust 13, but they are their best allies. And it defeats the purpose of trying to get Bucky and Steve out of the arenas if there isn't a District 13 for them to go to.

...and he doesn't want anything to happen to Barnes, the other one. He looks back at Kurloz. "I still want to be in on it. And I still think Bucky Barnes is our best chance at one of them actually believing what we've got to tell them, but it ain't like I can offer personal opinions on the other rebels."

[arrogantalloy]

He snorts at Sam's reply and looks curious enough to start to ask who the third person would be when Initiate joins the conversation.

It's not that Tony has no idea about the guys existence, he's seen him from a distance in arenas, and on the cameras. He's just never had a need or real desire to interact with him before. So not only was this an unexpected appearance but a surprising one on many levels.
To be honest it causes Tony to step back and look startled almost slipping on something behind him. Until certain words from the troll cause him to react.

"Back up?" He looks to Sam. "Why is he accusing me of being someone-elses back up? And you're already mixed up in 13? Take down one evil orginisation you think you can take them all?"

Being called back up gave him enough purchase to get past his initial surprise to Initiates all around presence for him to get to a point where he can become somewhat indignant and protective at the same time.

[carnagecarnival]

There's a giddy little stir in him, seeing that fear. His eyes narrow watchful, but his smile is going wider for it. A little bit of motherfucking fun up in this for his indulging. A little bit of kindly greeting from them shadows sinister most familiar and belonging to him. Oh, but if he had his power. He can almost taste it.

Still, he does need Tony's attentions. The talking like he ain't being here just ain't going to up and motherfucking do. Shit's downright disrespectful But he's a benevolent motherfucker. He can give a chance.

"YOU'RE BACK UP BY ASSOCIATE OTHER. He's being yours in turn. AIN'T A MOTHERFUCKING THING ACCUSATIONAL NOW. Just precautions, don't you know? CAN'T HAVE ON A LACK UP IN CASE ANOTHER STAR BEING LONE COMES GOING TO COMET CRASH UPON OUR MOST INDUSTRIOUS MOTHERFUCKING ENDEAVOURS. Ain't seeing ends of one at to be end of all. YOU MOTHERFUCKING FOLLOW?" He spreads his hands out, scarred palms up. "'Sides, who ever fuckin ain't thought to take cake without eating it also?"

He laughs. "AND WHY MOTHERFUCKING NOT TAKE THEM ALL? You ain't got nothing to do next few months, do you? COULD BE A GRAND GODDAMN TIME. Just so long we got this one first. STEPS DONE BY TIME AND TIME AND MOTHERFUCKING TIME DONE." His head tilts at Tony. "Well? YOU IN OR ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKING IN?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam's frown deepens the more he watches Kurloz. It's not something he'd thought he'd say, but he really doesn't like the way he's looking at Tony. It sets his hackles on edge, and if it was someone else besides Kurloz doing it, Sam'd probably be responding with something potentially stupid, like stepping between him and Tony.

He doesn't, but he's still not happy about the way all of this is going down. Kurloz is acting beyond strange, and until he knows why, it's got him on his guard.

Still, he makes a little face at Tony. "What, like you're gonna tell me you're not all up in the rebellion's business? I might be a little bit slower than you superhero types, but give me some credit. I was gonna start with introductions, but apparently I got outvoted."

And yet he's going to do it anyway. "Tony, this is Initiate. He's been leading some of the rebellion stuff here, and he's got a hell of a lot of contacts. Initiate, Tony Stark." Then he looks back over at Tony, giving a little shrug. "I told him you were the best there is, when it comes to tech."

[arrogantalloy]

"And yet the word 'Back Up' keeps getting thrown around." Tony mutters when Sam mentions he's the best he is. He licks his lips and lets the moment pass. For the most part he really has no idea what Initiate's going on about simply because the way he's phrasing everything isn't something Tony is even remotely used to. Sounding more like a mad man on the corner than an in-between or more for the rebellion.

"I've rubbed shoulders. I guess you could say. Gotten enough parts to be something of an independent operation than actually signing up for any of this."

After all he did memorize what blueprints Carlos had of the device that brought everyone here, and had gotten enough bits and pieces from the previous Lonestar to build not only his computer but his own basic AI. Hardly on the same field as J.A.R.V.I.S but certainly smarter than Dum-E.

After a moment he looks at Initiate.

"If you're trying to get me into this little bootlegging operation, you're going to have to know I have a pretty hefty consulting fee."

After all, Tony might risk his life for humans he doesn't know back home. But he grew up on earth and had the resources and ability to actually privatize peace over the globe. Here, he barely has an eighth of those things.

[carnagecarnival]

"Pleased for the meeting. ALL A MOTHERFUCKING PLEASURE IS IT AT TO BE."

He listens, appraising, taking note up already as who Tony is, how he gets at to motherfucking operate, what means he's wanting to kick this shit done. He ignores the mutterings of wounded pride. He takes very firm note of 'superhero types' as what Sam says, ruby eyes darting over for the briefest time. Then, at last he lifts his brows, then his chin to peer at him.

A hefty fee? He was being brought to bargain then? With what?

But then, he supposes it ain't much matter. He wants this. At the very least, he can find out a motherfucker's terms and if at he ain't not to be heeding them or if he will do exactly so. Maybe even a compromise.

"Say what at you're wanting. HE'LL SEE IT MOTHERFUCKING MADE FOR GRAB AND GET OF THEE," He says. "Presumptions gone presumed it be a thing what's in motherfucking reach."

Money? Sure. Materials? All the better. He wants someone made dead, well, he'll just have to see how far being Highblood can take him but he's feeling like it could take him pretty damn far.

[69problems]

It's been a long while since the Signless has seen him like this. Not that he ever thought that murder that lurked in the Initiate's eyes waiting for an excuse to show itself was ever really gone, just that he'd grown better at leashing it. That's why he doesn't protest now. He knows that whatever his moirail wants him and the Psiioniic for, it's serious.

He finds the alley with little trouble, yellowblood in tow. The graffiti is noted and his lip twitches just slightly. This is every bit as serious as he assumed it was, then.

"We're here."

[biiowiired]

Psii trusted Signless with his life, but not necessarily with making good life decisions. Psii had followed him easily enough here, unsuspecting of the cause because they could not talk freely. But he halted at the alley's entrance when he saw that Initiate's eyes were filled with bloodlust.

This is fine. It's okay, things are going to be okay. Psii fought down the tug of panic and threw a questioning look at Signless.

"Are you thure thith ithn't about the other day? Becauthe I am all about talking out grievantheth, but I am altho all about keeping my limbth."

Shit, bad turn of phrase, given events in the last arena. Oh well. Initiate should know by now that Psii had a shitty, morbid sense of humor. Right now though, Psii wasn't smiling. Outside the Tower was a great place to carry on with something clandestine, like a secret murder. Psii was aware that Initiate had some tenuous hold onto old feelings about past-future-him, as well as an attachment to Signless. But Psii was also instinctively and habitually afraid of a highblood who looked murderous.

[carnagecarnival]

He snorts at the unintended, but he still doesn't look proper happy. His smiles aren't anything more than a bearing of fangs. It's really more a grimace than anything real. But it's what they get for their arrival when he turns to them.

"AIN'T BEING CLOSE UP AT ALL ABOUT SHIT DONE DAYS THE FUCK PAST. Would up and motherfucking assure on that," He says.

He's spotted the twitch upon Signless's face. That made one of two aware what shit was about to be kicked legit. He straightens up, the highblood war general wearing his corpsemeats.

"YOU'RE BEING RECRUITED," He says. "Got a mission done only as for you and one motherfucking other. ALL GETTING SUCH MEETINGS BEING DONE IS WE. And he'll be giving sign and show as if he'll need you working together. BUT ALL FIRSTS IS WE NEEDING TO BE. You got up an interest in the rebellion, Psiioniic? OR NEED HE RELY UPON OPTIONS OTHER?"

[69problems]

Ah. Well, the Signless can't say he hadn't expected this. If the rebellion needs anything after Brainiac's very unfortunate execution, it's people with absolutely terrifying technological ability. That's something the Psiioniic has an over-abundance of, and on top of that he's guaranteed to be interested in a rebellion. He followed Signless around on Alternia, didn't he? The Initiate has made a good choice. Even if the Psiioniic doesn't trust him personally, the rebellion at large is something he'll most likely want to be a part of.

"If it changes your opinion any," he offers, "I am already part of this rebellion. I have been for a very long time."

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[biiowiired]

"Of courthe."

He only said this once, but he was replying to both Initiate and Signless. Of course he wanted to join. Of course he thought Signless might have been a part of it. His face hardened into impassive stone, a subconscious reaction to being in danger but needing to talk clearly. His instinct was to dissemble like this, especially in front of a highblood, even if Initiate knew so much about him even before he arrived. Psii didn't have that layer of bullshit to hide behind. He was being recruited. He stepped closer.

"You already know what I've done on Alternia. That should be anthwer enough. But give me the detailth, and I'll tell you if thith ith a dumbath plan that'll get uth all culled. You deliberately put Kankri in danger, you get too murder-happy to think thtraight, and all betth are off."

Psii was hoping that the deal he made when he met Initiate for the first time would never need to be put into motion. So far, he thought of it less and less. He'd even started to believe that Initiate truly wanted to preserve their lives, even at great personal cost, whatever his reasons might be. Then something like this came up, and suddenly all the chips were on the table. A test.

[carnagecarnival]

Not hurt him? No. He would. He would because that was how all of this worked, it was inevitable he'd go back, inevitable he'd torture and kill the motherfucker. There was nothing left to stop it. So he words it all careful, and he doesn't look at the Signless himself as he does.

"Kept him out for longest time. LET HIM BY REASON OF STAY OR GO. Signless chose in. SO DID THE MOTHERFUCKING DISCIPLE. Safest as what can be is staying out. YOU WANT TO TRY TALKING THAT NOISE AT HIM, GO ON, HE'LL WAIT ON BY." He won't do it. The Psiioniic might fuss, might be Kankri's eyes for seeing the doom ahead and the paths gone awry, but when the shit had gone down, the Psiioniic had been right there with the movement to the execution finale.

He moves on to the shit gone down. "You've heard tell the Districts make up of twelve. SO TOO BE COLORS BY BLOOD SPILLED. Both are lies. THERE IS A THIRTEENTH, HIDDEN THE FUCK AWAY. While vestments ain't near being so strong of us, they are our only motherfucking allies. MOVEMENT BY US TRIBUTES UP ALONE AIN'T GOT NO FUCKIN TANGIBILITY FOR BEING. We need them. AND THUS COMES DILEMMA MOST MOTHERFUCKING DIRE." That was how things seemed at to go, the whole lot of them being strong-armed up into action. Pushed always into do or die.

At least as Alternians they were being used to that.

"The capitol has made upon weapon," He goes on to explain. "SOMETHING WHAT ALL WILL ANNIHILATE ENTIRE. Squeeze thirteen's throatstem to naught but sad fucking squeakpeep. ALL SHIT TON OF INVESTMENTS UP IN. Parts done made elseways and storing finished in bases military just up out of city border. HE NEEDS A TEAM AT FOR THE DISSEMBLING OF SUCH THINGS. He needs on the reaching out to the many. IT WILL BE HIGH OF RISK. But costs of not doing so will make on much greater."

[69problems]

It occurs to the Signless that the Psiioniic doesn't know about District Three. He doesn't know, not really, what this kind of weapon is capable of or that the Capitol has already demonstrated that they won't hesitate to make use of them. It also occurs to him that he doesn't want his friend to have to learn the hard way.

"He's right. On our own we'll be crushed. We need the Districts, particularly Thirteen, to still be alive and well enough to fight when the time for fighting comes. If the Capitol has the ability to wipe them all off the map the moment they start looking like threats then we won't have a chance."

Not that he trusts District Thirteen, but that's mostly because he knows very little about it beyond it having the same goal as the Capitol-side rebellion. There is still and always will be strength in numbers.

[biiowiired]

Psii hated the way the clown knew him so well, knew how Signless's inner circle, his family, would stick by him until the end. Psii tasted bitterness in his mouth, but the chips fell in such a way that Psii had little choice. As predicted, he wasn't going to make a fuss. Better to start working out a plan sooner than later.

"I'll thtill be watching you. Don't do anything thtupid. Both of you."

He was going to keep admonishing people not to be idiots as long as he lived.

"Tho we're bathically fucked into doing thith. Great. Jutht great. Which of my thkillth do you need, and where? I doubt I can phythically get into a military fathility with my dashing good lookth."

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Only when business is done, when plans are settled and squared away and Tony has wandered off, does Sam act on the suspicions he’s had since Kurloz asked him to bring Tony for a meeting.

He lingers, stepping in front of his friend with a raised eyebrow.

“What happened?” He assumes Kurloz is going to know what he’s talking about, considering he probably didn’t miss the way Sam was watching him during most of that conversation. If he doesn’t - or pretends like he doesn’t - Sam’ll clarify, but for now he just waits, wanting to see his response to that.

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate would've expected this, getting confronted all up with the unrighteous done. The Grand Highblood lifts his brows, an unpleasant twitch going into that already terrible grin he's got on.

He laughs once, humorless. "DIDN'T YOU HEAR THE WICKED NEWS, BROTHER? Kicked that shit real clearlike as to be up and understood. WE GOT AT OUR ASSES A MOTHERFUCKING MISSION."

He leans on down, showing off his height that way, and how his eyes still burn ruby. "Ain't supposing you got focus up on that? AIN'T MOTHERFUCKING FIGURING AS WE GOT INTENTIONS STEERED FOR THE SEEING TO IT. You got something else on mind, afraid you're going to have to be about a little shitbit of specifying more to be done. OR WE COULD STOP WASTING OUR TIME, YEAH? What's a mammally say?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam nods, almost to himself, as he stares up at him. Maybe he should be afraid of that terrible grin, of how he's using his height in a way Sam'd never seen Kurloz do, but he suspects he has before, back when he was the person Sam's only heard about from Kurloz himself.

He isn't, though. This version of his friend has nothing on the mindless zombie that attacked them in the caves, at least not as far as Sam's concerned at the moment. "Gonna be like that, huh?" he asks quietly, but doesn't wait for a response before he keeps going.

"Who'm I talking to? Cause it sure as hell ain't the Kurloz Makara I know."

[carnagecarnival]

"DEAD! Checked the fuck out this morning. HIS GRANDNESS THOUGHT REMOVING HIS ASS AND SO BY THE SCRUFF HE WAS TOSSED TO CULLING FIELDS RAINBOW COLORED WHERE AT HE MOTHERFUCKING BELONGS. Flayed him and he put on his skin. MADE ALL MOTHERFUCKING MILENKO ILLUSORY WAS HE! ...That what you wanna hear?"

He would, wouldn't he? It's what they always want to hear, that he's being seperate, that's he's in different fucking parts, hell, it was what he wanted for so long and in a way it's true because he's crushed what's left as rightfully it should be. Still.

"THIS IS KURLOZ MAKARA!" He roars. And then he purrs. "This is who he is and always will be, Sam. GETTING ALL PICKY NOW? Thought we were friends." He laughs.

He should be afraid. Motherfucker should fear him.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

"No, brother, it isn't," he says quietly. "Maybe it's what you want to tell me, because it's easier to hide behind-" He pauses, gesturing vaguely at all of him. "Behind this."

He may not have ever experienced the terrible things that Kurloz did, and it may be easier for him to overlook them because of it, but Sam has never once considered them separate from him. Just because someone changes enough from who they used to be that they might as well be two different people doesn't mean they are, doesn't mean that they don't have to own everything they did.

Sam knows that, as a counselor, a friend, and as someone who'd had to learn that first hand.

It doesn't mean he isn't worried, though. Whatever'd happened to bring this about must have been pretty damn terrible, and Sam... some of his demons are pretty fresh these days.

But he doesn't know how not to keep going with this, so he shrugs one shoulder. "You got picky first, man, you're the one who told me what I should be on the lookout for. This looks like one hell of a backtrack to me."

[carnagecarnival]

"THIS AIN'T NO FUCKING BACKTRACK!" He snaps and that smile is gone. He breathes hard. "You... think this is backtracking?"

It's a hypothetical of course. Sam's made his stance clear. Shame, that.

"THERE'S NO HIDING ANYTHING, THERE'S NO RUNNING FROM THIS! Really, brother. IS HE DOING ON ANYTHING WHAT AIN'T NEED DOING? Is he being anything what ain't need to be?" When he's like this, the fluctuations are sharper. Where before it was a balance of gargling nails to smooth flow, now is the difference of shrill and soft. Now is the difference of a canyan's edge and end.

"HE'S STILL UP ON YOUR SIDE, AIN'T HE? Ain't that being enough? ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S HE WHAT'S GETTING BACK TO PROGESSION! No more flailing about useless. PURPOSELESS! What fuckin use was that, might he ask? A KILLER WHAT COULDN'T CULL! Fuck that. AIN'T NOTHING BROKEN HERE. All made repaired on, as was meant to be. AS WAS MEANT TO FUCKING BE IS THIS! What you're remembering is the words of a broken motherfucker. A MOTHERFUCKER WHAT'S BEEN DONE MOTHERFUCKING SURPASSED."

He straightens up, shoulders back, chin lifted as he stares down. He pulls that smile back.

"He'll win this for us... HE'S GOING TO MAKE THEM PAY! Ain't that just?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Like he always does, Sam leans back a little and listens, picking through that for what might need a reply and what he's going to let go.

He thinks about saying something about how Kurloz seems to be the one who wants to separate them, into broken and fixed, useless and useful, like the person who Sam calls his brother isn't who he is now. Thinks about talking more about backtracking, about the danger of using words like broken and repaired and useless.

Even thinks about going selfish, about telling him no, it isn't enough. That Sam wants his brother, and whatever the fuck he's doing right now sure isn't surpassing anything.

But after a moment he focuses on that last bit, on 'make them pay,' because that's personal. That might lead Sam to what'd gotten him to this point.

"Just for what?"

[carnagecarnival]

"FOR WHAT THEY'VE DONE! For what they've been at to do. THIS IS JUSTICE! This is what's being deserved. THEY'VE TAKEN FROM US! They're going to keep taking and taking until there ain't nothing left, brother. HE IS STOPPING THIS SHIT BEFORE IT GETS NO MOTHERFUCKING FURTHER. He'll line them up just like they did at my motherfucking descendant and--"

He twitches. His claws flare out and his teeth go to baring more. Then those red eyes get to narrowing at Sam.

"GOING TO MAKE THEM PAY, SAM. Took our families as they brought before to us Tributes." He spits the word. "GOT TO TAKING OUR MOTHERFUCKING TREASURED ONES TRUE! Lined them up and culled them each. ALL THEM WHAT WAS IN DISTRICT FIVE IS DEAD AND THEY HAVE NO HOLD ON HIM! A Highblood is going to hash the wicked unmercies by them if he's gotta fight through everyone else to do it."

He steps back and spreads his arms wide. He makes all to laugh, high and demented. There's a tremble in his digits and it is entirely with want of cull. So he's telling himself.

"THERE IS NOTHING AT FOR HIM TO LOSE, SAM! Everything is as all it's going to be. NOTHING. Motherfucking. MATTERS AS FOR WHAT HE DOES! So why not? WHY MOTHERFUCKING SHOULDN'T HE FLAY THEM ALIVE AND RIP THEIR CORPSEMEATS FROM THEM PIECE BY FUCKING PIECE? Why shouldn't he get down from grinding every single one of their bones? WHAT THE FUCK REASON? There's not. THERE'S NOT A DAMN ONE! And a Highblood really wants to hear sweet symphony of making them beg."