mayfield_rpg | 4th Trot

Entry tags:

4th Trot

[Action - Park]

[The first thing Equius learned when he was released from the hospital is that sledgehammers helped make up for his loss of STRENGTH. They didn't have the same level of satisfaction that breaking in skulls with his fists had, but they would do.]

[If only the exertion from swinging around such a heavy object didn't reopen his surgical wounds. His white tank top was going to be a lovely shade of indigo by the time the day was out.]

[The second thing he learned was that human blood is awful for painting with.]

[Not just because it was all the same shade of red, but also because it didn't retain its hue and dried to an ugly shade of brown, and then got flaky. How could he paint the fine art with only one shade of brown?]

[It also contained far too much iron, and the metallic taste was disgusting to his refined tastes.]

[Dead humans were pretty much good for nothing. They didn't even fight back when he came at them, although that could have been because he only targeted drones. It made this whole "murderous highblood rampage" scenario kind of boring. A total let down, really. He'd always thought giving in to his chaotic urges would be a bit more exciting than this. A bit more feral and bestial.]

This sucks. I'm going home.

[With a heavy, disappointed sigh, he slings the sledgehammer over his shoulder and turns to walk away from the picnicking drone family he'd just slaughtered.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[As Equius is walking away from his murder scene, he may notice a familiar looking unicorn horn peeking out from underneath a black cloak. Rarity's finally on the mend after a very close call near the beginning of the event, and is out and about in town trying to build her strength back up. Unfortunately for her, it's hard to hide the loud surprised gasping noise that results from the sight of her new biffle covered in the blood of drones.]

[Pause]

[Tuuuuuurn]

Oh.

[Now, in addition to being disappointed, he feels guilty about what he's done. He is the worst Highblood ever.]

I can... explain?

[Rarity's horn glows as she takes a step or two back from Equius.]

Not one step closer! There's nothing to explain - I can see quite clearly that you're just another deranged killer!

[Yeah, the recurring injuries from the last deranged killer she dealt with brought back some unpleasant memories in addition to almost killing her again, so she is in no mood.]

[siiiigh. The sledgehammer is tossed to the side, and he holds up his hands placatingly]

I am hardly deranged, Miss Rarity. I am in complete control of myself, and my actions. I am absolutely, perfectly, completely sane.

So I suppose that's just paint splattered all over your shirt, then? Please, Equius. I know what blood smells like.

...Well, to be fair, most of it is mine. [All the purple, anyway] Further more, killing does not negate the validity of my sanity. On Alternia, such behavior is expected of someone of my age and status. I am only living up to the expectations of my people.

Well, that sounds like a perfectly ridiculous way to run things. Who even thought of such an absurd idea in the first place?

It has always been that way. The STRONG cull the weak. It ensures that only the most skilled trolls continue on to contribute their genetic material to the Mother Grub, producing steadily STRONGER and better trolls with each generation.

Wouldn't it be much better for everypony - er, for every troll - to simply work together for the good of the whole society?

[Seriously, she has no clue how a world like that would even work, what with Equestria being quite literally held together by the exact opposite of what Equius is describing.]

I don't understand. Isn't that what I said? Those who are too weak to support the rest of society are culled in order to make way for those who are STRONG.

That's utterly heartless! How does your world survive living that way? Equestria would fall apart in a matter of days if everypony at home behaved that way!

[snort] Well, considering the current Empress - that is the Condesce who is here, by the way - at the destruction of home planet had been in power for... [He pauses, folding his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side] Oh, I would say at an extremely rough estimate, over 5,000 sweeps - that's 10,650 in human years - I would say we do extremely well.

But then, we are an insectiod species. One egg clutch can quite easily contain over a thousand grubs. If we do not cull, having evolved to the point where we have no natural predators, within one season, we could completely over run the planet.

To that extent, we are not human, and we are not ponies. We cannot, should not be held to the same standards. Now consider this; since my release, I have only attacked and killed drone-humans, the soulless constructs created to fill out the ranks of the city. I have not, nor do I intend to, raised a hand to a single person. Am I still heartless?

Well... that's...

[She has nothing to say about that. :|]

[He shakes his head, shrugging it off] It's fine. Everyone seems to forget what we are. Even my own people. I'm quite used to being vilified for what should be considered completely natural.

But is it really necessary to continue the... culling behavior here? After all, Mayfield is in no danger of overpopulation.

No. But it is not precisely that simple. Highbloods such as myself... [He hesitates, lowering his eyes to the ground] It's in the blood. A rage. A need for violence. We can't escape it. We can only hope to contain it. Back home, I had ways of dealing with it in a way that was considered socially acceptable, but... they're not here.

And this is STRONGER than I am used to dealing with. I can't hold it in.

...Is there anything I can do to help? Please, anything at all. I simply can't sit idly by and watch this sort of thing, especially if these urges are hurting you too.

[.....Yeah, he can think of one thing she could do to help, but oh, there is no way he is saying it.]

No. I need to fight, and I could not ask such a thing of you. Besides, I'm fine. I'll endure as I always have.

Is that so? Well, then, I must have misheard you the other day. I believe you said something - oh, how did it go again - ah, yes! 'I am yours to command.'

It's not a question of asking me to help, Equius. I'm afraid you'll have to accept it whether you like it or not.

[His jaw drops open, immediately breaking out in a sweat]

That's... Er... Really, I appreciate what you are suggesting, truly, but I am quite sure that this is really not necessary! I couldn't-

Equius.

[In her best commanding voice. Which is honestly pretty impressive for an adorable little unicorn pony, all things considered.]

[It's enough to reduce him to a making horse-like little huff, standing stock-still.]

[This... is going to get awkward really, really fast, he can feel it]

That's better.

[hrrf]

Then... what is your command, my filly?

[Shaking in anticipation just a bit. Oh god, this... this is... so wonderful...]

Well first, stop killing drones. Second, tell me what I can do to help curb these vulgar impulses of yours.

[He saw that coming, and yet... and yet...]

[biting the inside of his cheek, he bows his head]

The first you may consider done.

The second... If you were to remain by my side, and continue to give me orders, I think that would be the best help any pony could offer.

Give you orders? That sounds easy enough to manage. Anything at all, then? To serve as a distraction?

Yes, anything, anything at all that your gracious heart desires, no matter how humiliating or... [swallow, he could only hope here] disgraceful... the task.

Well then, perhaps you'd like to help me with my work for a while?

I would be honored to!

Ah... I assume you would prefer it if I were to clean up and change first, however...

Yes, that would be for the best. We wouldn't want to get blood on the fabric.

[Suddenly remembering her own condition, Rarity's horn glows a moment as she tightens the cloak she's been wearing around her.]

[Hear that Equius?

That's the sound of a pistol cocking a little ways behind you. The man holding it is a short, fat man dressed in a police officer's uniform.]

Had a busy day, haven't you?

[If he had been in his right mind, had control of his emotions? The Major would have been more amused and interested than the simple desire to kill something like he had right now.

He doesn't care about actually doing his job. Really, he just wants an excuse to shoot you.]</small.

[He stops at the sound of the gun cocking, swinging his hammer down to let the head rest against the ground. Could he dodge a bullet? Probably not in this body. But he could probably move fast enough to make hit someplace non-vital.]

[He turns slowly to face the Major, a wide, falsely saccharine smile on his face, the hammer tucked behind him.]

I assure you, Officer, no one was hurt.

[Drones aren't real people, after all...]

Indeed there wasn't.

[Because hell, he'll totally agree the drones aren't actually people. And really, it wouldn't matter if they were.]

But you still made quite a mess. Littering, if you will.

Perhaps you should pick it up.

The Alternian custom is to leave bodies out for the musclebeasts to consume.

[Not that he suspects the Major cares, but this is quite the interesting little power game they've begun. It's certainly more exciting than killing drones]

[He shrugs one shoulder, tilting his head to the side.]

Where would you have me move them?

[If it was the Major talking, in control of his faculties, he would be having fun right now too. At the moment, he's simply angry and annoyed with everything, especially the person right in front of him at the moment.]

Put it in one of the trash cans, at least. Or out of my sight.

[Letting the hammer drop to the ground, he walks back to the bodies, stops, and kneels down to pick it. It gets slung over his shoulder, then he rises to his feet once more, walking over to the closest garbage cans.]

[Slides it from his shoulder]

[And swings it around, throwing it at the Major as hard as he could]

[The Major is not a fast man, due to his size and his construction, and the bodies hit him with relative ease, knocking him to the ground. The sound, however, isn't of flesh colliding, but a soft clang, like metal.

He's disoriented and annoyed from the blow, and he struggles to right himself.]

[Metal? Consider his interest caught]

[While the Major is struggling to get up, Equius races over and sits down on his chest, knees pressing into the man's shoulders to pin him down.]

What are you?

[Neither is the Major particularly strong. He can struggle against Equius and, while Equius might not have his strength fully back, his much more athletic and fit build is still enough to overpower the Major. He growls deep in his throat at being pinned.]

Someone who's soon going to kill you if you don't get off me, boy.

Mmn. It certainly would be hard for you to miss me at this range. But it would be equally easy for me to disarm you before you had a chance to bring your gun around.

You made a metallic sound. Are you a robot?

I'm human.

[He sounds...pretty forceful about that.]

Well, I'm not. [He's pretty flippant about it too.] If I let you up, will you shoot me?

No.

[His voice is harsh. Bitter. But honest.

As he is now, he's too frightened. Too desperate to not die.]

[Equius sucks in a breath at the no, barely keeping a manic smile off his face. It was exhilarating, being able to put the fear of death into a person. It was practically his birthright as a highblood. It was the best feeling in the world]

[Without a word, he rises up off the Major's chest and steps away, keeping a careful eye on him.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

4th Trot

Why do I like pain

Because you're beautiful

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject