natural order of life

[grandhighblood]

characters: the grand highblood and you.
setting: the space floor
format: any is a-ok
summary: a happy highblood is...still pretty bad.
warnings: the grand highblood [ THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE HE'LL TRY TO KILL YOU THIS TIME ]


The highblood is in high spirits, despite all the things going on in the tower. He finds himself leaning against a wall, staring off into the vast depth of space as stars and galaxies continue to explode then reincarnate. It never ceases to amaze him. It reminds him of his work, where he would bring about the culling sentences for some weak-as-shit trolls to "make space" for trolls that were more useful. They would be culled to create space for new, stronger ones, and that's what the gist of his job was, really. To create order through domination and fear.

He feels good about his latest work. It was hard and sort of emotionally taxing, but in the end, the results are all that mattered.

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[mutab1e]

Oh, that's your job, Highblood? Well, congratulations, because in just walked the weakest troll there is.

Okay, admittedly, maybe he had started being a little lax on monitoring the arwas he was about to enter for any Highblood activity. After all, he had been walking around this tower for months, and aside from the dormitories (where he found somewhere else to sleep or adopted odd hours if the Highblood was in there) he had never seen him once. So his workboots are being worn with zero attempt to hide the sound as he walks up the staircase; this floor always gives him the creeps so he rarely stops on it, but there is urgent business to attend to on the workshop floor. And since the Highblood is sitting there so nice and quietly, he totally fails to notice.

[grandhighblood]

He hears the clomping of feet, and his ears perk up immediately at the sound, a slight grin growing on his face. They seem to be in a rush, and soon he sees the little visitor, immediately recognizing him as that little troll that shares the room with him. He rarely saw the little thing, usually busy bickering and fighting with Fawkes or sleeping to pay him much mind.

But now. Oh, yes, motherfucking now, he finally gets a chance to...get to know him a little better. They ARE roommates, after all.

Silently, the highblood creeps over to the staircase, the darkness of the room doing well to hide some of his presence. There's a bit of a blind spot, and the highblood easily uses that to his advantage, just waiting for the troll to enter this particular floor.

"Hey, motherfucker," the highblood whispers, then a large hand shoots out to grab him.

[mutab1e]

It's almost pathetic -- no, definitely pathetic -- how much time and effort Equius puts into being a spineless failure at society. Figures that the one time he decides to stop being a coward, he would run right into the only person he was trying to avoid in this whole tower. So basically he only realized there was anyone there when the Highblood's giant claw had closed around his entire upper body.

And then he screamed. Of course, there was no getting out of the Highblood's grip.

[grandhighblood]

The highblood never got tired of the way any creature's bodies vibrated and shook when they screamed and struggled. It was a tiny thrill, just enough to get him excited for the next move.

"Hey, shhh, shhh..." he shushed, chuckling loudly as he drags Equius off the stairs and brings him face to face with him. "What's all the motherfucking matter, hivemate?"

[thebigsister]

There comes the clanking of heavy boots, and sure enough, the suited figure looming down the stairs. Eleanor pauses a distance away, when she notices him against the wall. He's still a very impressive figure, but it's mostly admiration, rather than fear that he inspires in her. Respect. She still doesn't quite understand fear, defaulting instead to rage when something threatens her, though her Father taught her kindness.

Kindness, Eleanor has found, is rather hard to work with, in practice.

"Grand Highblood," she calls as she bobs her head in greeting, deciding it would be more offensive to simply walk past him without acknowledging him.

[grandhighblood]

The highblood straightens when he hears the distant clanking of bts, a heavy sound that he's heard before. He only heard it once, but his memory serves him well as a familiar human in the odd suit approaches.

He grins, an almost sneer, as she greets him. Most trolls believed him to be dull-witted and forgetful of names (or just didn't care to remember them), but he actually had a good time remembering names and faces. It's just sometimes, they didn't deserve to know that he remembered.

"Well well, if it isn't the motherfucking underwater explorer," he chuckles, shifting a little to face her. "Eleanor." He practically hisses the name, just for the hell of it.

[thebigsister]

She bobs her head at the sound of her name, though lacking the context to know whether she should be pleased by it or not. Don't people remember names they're told? She remembers names she never knew, so she's not a good judge for that. She lets her arms hang off her sides casually.

"Still alive, yes," she's feeling better after her little episode in the Aquarium, certainly, but there's aimless spite in her tone. She's still angry, and she still lacks a suitable target to take her anger out on. "Despite it all. It has been... eventful, lately."

[guiltapalooza]

Willow got bored with visiting the same floors over and over again, as she was usually someone at home that had a high level of daily activity. Between fighting off demons, school work, and relationship drama, she wasn't really used to just sitting around. Her whole sabbatical to the coven in Devon that summer had been a major exception, and one she'd needed as part of the recovery process.

But she was much, much further along in recovery now, and that meant she was restless on a regular basis instead of avoidant. So she found herself wandering to one of the floors she didn't ordinarily go to, simply because it kinda made her a bit emotional to stare at for too long: the galaxy floor. When she stepped out of the stair way, she thought to herself that maybe she would write this floor off altogether, because what she found was the Grand Highblood.

Willow scowled instantly. "And I'd been doing so good at avoiding you," she says out loud, complaining. Despite her somewhat childish words, she's completely tense, watching him. He's already spotted her, so there's no ducking out quietly now.

[grandhighblood]

The highblood's orange eyes were burning nearly to a deep red upon seeing her. He could still remember his death by her fucking magic, and his blood boiled and bubbled over the top. Somehow, he managed to appear well put-together minus the eyes. It's not like he was afraid of her, oh no...he just found himself growing angrier and angrier at the mere idea of a humanoid little girl being able to best him.

"NOT MOTHERFUCKING GOOD ENOUGH, IT ALL SEEMS," he snarled, then his throat constricted and he wheezed, his voice lowering to a hoarse whisper. "What now, motherfucker? WHAT MOTHERFUCKING NOW? Planning on sticking around and chatting up a brother? HM?"

[guiltapalooza]

"Why not?" she challenges, folding her arms and trying to look firm and confident and unwary. "Maybe I need to check in on you. Killed anyone lately?" It's an obvious threat in light of her previous declaration not to let him get away with anything.

Mentally, Willow is floundering, wondering what to do here. The last thing she wants is to get into another fight, especially with him; she knows how fast it would escalate, and it would be senseless, besides. She's been using too much magic as it is, getting to a dangerous level. But if she backs down, she knows she'll end up having to do something to him later, because he won't take her seriously.

And then she realizes that there was, in fact, something she was thinking of talking to him about. She's just not sure she wants to.

[hystericull]

For a growing amount of time, now, there had been a Tower inhabitant who had absolutely no apparent motivation for anything he did or anywhere he decided to wander. Unfortunately for the Highblood, this boy happened to be his descendant. Gamzee had looked just as disheveled as usual as he pushed his lazy way into the twelfth floor - all gaunt and messy, with the same oversized clothes and ratted tangle of hair.

He'd never before set foot on this particular level. This could be debated as the reason he'd come, but in all actuality, it'd probably be giving him a little too much credit. He simply walked up and down the staircase, choosing doors on a whim. His lack of floor-twelve-experience was quickly made evident as he gawked at its limitless bottom, letting out a startled honk and tripping over his untied shoelaces.

He landed face-first, with quite a painful-sounding thud. With many a mumbled groan, and after a few moments of lying prostrate and motionless on the not-floor, he pushed himself up on his elbows, rubbing at his nose to wipe away the little drops of blood that had begun to fall from it as a result of the impact. He wasn't hurt too badly, but that big nose of his had taken the brunt of the fall.

This didn't really bother him, however, as he was more transfixed by more important matters - such as the HUGE FUCKING SPACEY GALAXY that had swallowed up this room! Bloody hand pressed to his face, he stared down through the floor on all fours, wiggling the fingers of his other hand against it to test the illusion.

"Whoaaaa..."

[grandhighblood]

The noise his descendant made was so very hard to ignore, the boy made a scene everywhere he went, tripping or honking or something. No tact in this worthless excuse of a runt, and sometimes he found himself wondering if perhaps Gamzee was a lost cause after all. Right now was one of those times, and he watched the lanky thing honk, fall, and then just lay there like an utter moron. It was just so sad to look at, it was painful. Painfully motherfucking embarrassing. To even imagine he was associated with such a failure of an offspring almost made him feel shameful. Yeah, no, no matter how much of a lost cause Gamzee was, he was determined to see his plan through, even if it took small motherfucking baby steps to make the transition as natural as fucking possible.

If that didn't work? Well, then he'd have to take much more drastic measures, the way he normally would have with other young adult indigo-bloods during their Subjugglator training.

He was about to make his presence known when suddenly Gamzee pushed himself off and then finally took in the sight of the galaxy. The highblood had to actually physically restrain himself from face-palming, and instead just rolled his eyes irritably, letting out a gruff snorting sound through his clenched teeth.

"Finished being a motherfucking slug-panned little motherfucker yet?" The highblood hunched forward in his seat, arms resting on the knees of his crossed legs.

[hystericull]

That rough, commanding voice was one of the only things able to twist Gamzee out of one of his more enraptured states. It surprised him, as many things the Highblood did tended to, and he tensed quite visibly, head whirling around in an attempt to catch sight of the only individual he'd known to possess that tone. Despite his initial twang of apprehension, the boy's expression softened quickly at the sight of his ancestor, breaking into an innocent, delighted smile.

"Highblood-bro!" He squeaked the greeting out excitedly, scrambling to his feet and taking a few shaky steps before bounding over to where the bigger Capricorn had been seated. His hand was still pressed to his nose, but that didn't stop him from surging forward to wrap his available arm halfway around the brute's middle in an awkward, clearly unrequited embrace of a greeting.

[duplicity]

[to his frustration, bakura found that he could never recognize any of the constellations. hours upon hours had been spent here, looking for something, anything, to be recognized (there never was.) he isn't preperared to give up, no matter how much or how little this projection actually gave away in the grand scheme of things.

and then there's the highblood, who is.. rather unlike anyone he's seen before, and he's seen a lot things. different from the species he'd occasionally witness flitting throughtout the tower, too. yet he'd never struck up the courage to speak to one. better yet, this one looks pretty harmless to him! perfect opportunity. he approaches quietly; at the same time attempting not to disturb, yet not to startle either. he stops a few meters away.]

Hello.

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood notices anything and everything that enters this floor, finding his mind surprisingly focused and not staring off into deep space. It's an unfortunate thing that has happened to him before, and is definitely pleased to see that it's not happening today. He had heard the boy enter the floor, ears picking up on light footsteps, but said nothing, merely watching the galaxies and nebula swirl about. Even as the human nears, he keeps his gaze fixed on the ceiling, giving the illusion of not having noticed the boy at all.]

What brings you in the presence of the Grand Highblood?

[duplicity]

[grand highblood...? so he must be the royalty of some sort. he's still perfectly unaware as to how to treat alien nobility, as they are not even of his own race, but thinks it would still be much the same.

upon closer inspection, this man looks like something from his duel monsters deck. which pleases him, because he always thought his deck pretty sweet, to the skepticism of others. bakura remains still, though straightens slightly. that should also bring about other connotations.]

I've a question, if you wouldn't mind... Grand Highblood.

[dragonspooker]

Well, this was definitely an odd floor.

Even moreso that there was...something sitting in the middle of the floor. It resembled the trolls from home, but the copious hair and horns were rather odd to her. Either way, though, it was something or someone big and scary.

"Hoy," Lina speaks up, stepping away from the stairs a bit, giving the grey creature a curious look. "Are you some kind of monster?"

[grandhighblood]

Another bold, brazen human girl. He just can't believe his luck with these females, a bitter sort of thought. Without moving a single muscle aside from the steady rise and fall of his chest, he gives her a flat stare.

"Some kind of monster? I suppose that's a thing some motherfuckers would be all considering me as... are YOU some kind of motherfucking sheep?"

He's going somewhere with that, trust him.

[dragonspooker]

Lina talks big to gods, demons, and eldritch horrors back home - an oversized troll is small potatoes compared to what she's dealt with!

She folds her arms defiantly, not quite sure what to think of that comment. "No, I'm a sorceress."

/throws vivi in here because he needs torturing, duh.

[toy_souldier]

It seemed that Vivi always came upon the Grand Highblood in states of quiet contemplation, but he wasn't complaining, especially not when he gathered the giant troll was more than a bit dangerous when aggravated. His shoes tapped lightly on the floor as he walked closer, momentarily distracted by the life cycles of the galaxies around them. The destruction part always creeped him out, but he liked watching them be reborn.

At the Grand Highblood's feet, Vivi craned his head back to stare up at him, staff in hand as always. "Hello, mister Grand Highblood. You really like this floor, huh?"

a-awwwww

[grandhighblood]

The highblood didn't startle when the little mage approached him and spoke. He was getting used to little things slipping past his radar, and he didn't mind it so much with Vivi for some odd reason. The black mage was just an entity that walked in and out of his vision, striking up interesting conversation then just walking right out again like a figment of his imagination.

"Who the motherfuck don't all like motherfucking space?" He glances down at him, a sort of faint hungry look in his eyes.

p-please be gentle XD

[toy_souldier]

Vivi wasn't too comfortable with that look in the troll's eyes, but so far the alien hadn't hurt him - yet - so he was willing to shrug and ignore it. "I don't know... sometimes it seems a bit too big, and all those places don't last too long here, you know?"

He took a seat by the Grand Highblood's feet, resting his back against the wall with his staff leaning against his shoulder. His glowing eyes glanced here and there, looking like stars themselves in the gloom of this floor. "Do you ever see your own planet here?" he asked, glancing up at the troll again.

[shesapir8]

[Mindfang passes him in one of her lazy strolls through the tower, the shock of hair and the overall largeness of the Grand Highblood making him easy to recognise. Interesting. From what it looked like they were all here.

With the slightest of swaggers she makes her way over, cool as a cucumber. For once her tone is actually respectful]

Highblood~ How nice to see you, and looking so pleased too.

[grandhighblood]

[Still in good spirits, he looks at her from the corner of his eye, and his grin stretches, showing off his teeth. Now here's a lady he's never had the pleasure of meeting yet, though he's heard a little bit about her. Some sort of blueblood pirate.

He feels good, and everything feels extremely laid back and casual with him for now. This is just fine.]

What the mother fuck can I all say? You can be all plucking a motherfucking subjugglator out of his natural habitat and occupation, but can't just lock that shit out of a subjugglator.

[shesapir8]

[Her match with Redglare did teach her one thing. Whilst it's find to be confident, arrogant even, she needs to watch how cocky she is. Rumours of the Grand Highblood's swiftness in changes of mood, as well as his cruelty had reached her ears years back, and she knows for own sake to step lightly.

But still, she returns his smile with her own, toothy smirk, giving a small nod] Ah yes. Of course really. Your very blood screams out for your occupation doesn't it? I say you found something or someone to quench the thirst?