we need some downtime

[grandhighblood]

Characters: the grand highblood
Setting: that weird spring forever floor
Format: don't care
Summary: he is bleeding a little but he's pretty beat up from that fight, and worn out. being a big target is tough work, ok??? he's been wandering around the new floors and found himself sitting out in the middle of the grassy field. oh god do you want to approach him? he looks surprisingly peaceful???
Warnings: the grand highblood

[ it's really bright on this floor, but he found himself adjusting to it somewhat. it definitely wasn't anything as strong as Alternia's sun. he's sore, scratched up, bruised and plain old tired, so he's sitting in the middle of a grassy field, surrounded by delicate yellow and purple flowers.

a very bizarre scene indeed.

he's just resting up, trying to regain some strength. ]

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[uprisings]

[...hey you're not alone bro. There's a giant bug over there a little ways away. It's hidden in the tall, untrimmed grass for quite awhile until rather suddenly its wings sweep open and--]

[Okay, it's the Summoner. He's dead asleep though, face down in the dirt, twitching in some sort of dream. His wings hover open, humming at the grass for a moment before they fold once again. Man, maybe he hasn't caught up with that whole... mental exhaustion thing the way he thought he had... Welp]

[grandhighblood]

[ but unlike the Summoner, the highblood is wide awake, and now very aware of his company. the familiar humming sound catches his attention and he looks around to try and trace the source of the noise.

he sees the wings just in time before they fold and narrows his eyes cautiously. he's not...really interested in fighting right now, but if the summoner plans on giving him a hard time, at least he'll try and be ready for it. but once he got to his feet and ventures closer, he notices that the rebel is very much asleep. huh.]

Motherfucker's lucky I ain't all in the mood for this shit. [Then he just sits back down, still pretty exhausted, and just. watches...the summoner sleep. he stares at the wings, mostly, lost in thought.]

[uprisings]

[...wow that's pretty creepy bro. Especially since he... doesn't really stir for quite awhile. There are little twitches here and there, especially in his wings, and once when he looks like whatever he's dreaming is going to wake him up right quick, but it just ends in another weird, sudden opening of his wings and then he's down again]

[When he finally does wake up, it's with a startled gasp, planting his hands and getting a knee underneath himself... before he realizes whatever startled him was a dream and also he is so tired. And at that point, he just... kinda... flops back onto the ground, squeezing his eyes shut]

[...]

[Wait. Fuck, he's not alone is he. Opens an eye to stare sidelong at the Highblood. Oh no... what are you doing here... right next to him... ya weirdo]

[toy_souldier]

[Vivi's liking this meadow floor quite a bit - he keeps coming back, if only to take a flower to his room to brighten the place up a bit. Huh, is that big purple thing an alien tree that's sprouted up- ohwaitno, it's just the giant troll! Looks a bit different in the light though.

More beaten up for one.

Feeling a bit of deja vu, Vivi plods over and plonks down next to the troll, staring up at him.]

Hi mister Highblood.

[grandhighblood]

[Oh, this is a familiar situation. He stares right back down at the mage, chuckling a little.]

Well, well, well. If it ain't the motherfucking mage, Vivi.

[toy_souldier]

[Tilts his head one way to glance at the troll's beat up state, noticing the bleeding. He pulls out a paper towel and hands it to the troll.] You should really go to the infirmary. Or be in bed. But I don't think you would, so at least use this for the bleeding a bit?

[floreatnoctem]

[The first thing Chidori had done when she had realized there were more floors was go have a look. Then, curiosity sated, she'd gone down to her room, showered and changed, and then hauled her sketchbook and pencils up to the floor that was seemingly nothing but flowers. She'd not expected to find the bulk of the Grand Highblood there upon her return, but there he was. Her eyebrows rose a little, wondering what appeal this floor might have for him, and then made her presence known with a light clearing of her throat. No good to surprise someone that large with her arrival- she rather liked her head on her shoulders, right where it was.

The momentary wait for acknowledgement was almost harrowing, however.]

[grandhighblood]

[In this state of vulnerability, it was a good thing Chidori exercised caution. He whipped his head around at the sound, narrowing his eyes at the intruder of his peace and solitude, though he was not surprised. It was expected to find curious explorers when new floors suddenly appeared.

He straightened his back, and treated her like she was visitor expecting an audience with the Grand Highblood. With a vague motion of his hand, he gestured towards her and tilted his head curiously. Her hair...was so...red. This girl...yes, he remembered now. The human girl with hair that matched her blood.]

You all motherfucking need something?

[floreatnoctem]

Not in particular.

[She did dare to step closer, coming to a stop just in front of him and daring to settle neatly just across from him. Sharp eyes were already cataloging the injuries she could see, and she pursed her lips a little thoughtfully. Not as bad off as Dualscar had been, when they'd met, but still not exactly what she'd call 'good'.

Did adult trolls have some sort of issue with going to the infirmary and getting themselves looked at? Honestly.]

...you are injured?

[Best to make it seem like an inquiry than an observation- it might be an issue of pride, for all she knew.]

[madscientits]

[JESUS JONES WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING

Even though it's gigantic and those horns do not seem very friendly, the weird... Hair monster looks like it's hurt and it seems pretty calm. ...And plus Stein's curiosity tends to weigh out her common sense more often than not.]

Do you need some help?

[grandhighblood]

[ the highblood barely reacts, turning his head slightly in her direction. He takes a minute to look her over, noting that she is possibly the strangest human he has ever seen. what kind of horns were those? we're they even horns? they looked gray and metallic...]

I have no moherfucking need for anything from you, human. But tell me, what is that all coming out if your motherfucking head?

[madscientits]

[Well, at least she confirmed it wasn't human.

Instinctively, she reaches up and gives it a few twists.] It's a screw; I installed it myself. It helps me think when I turn it.

And are you sure you don't need some help? I am a doctor.

[reflectionofsin]

[That crazy hair. Those crazy pecs. Those horns. Even the black and purple get up.

You remind him an awful lot of someone who used to tell him what to do all the time. He's not feeling the same weird hollow agony that he used to for not having orders to follow, but it's still kind of boring having nothing to do. Besides, if he's going to be living here, he might as well try to get to know some people.

He's a bit scratched up himself. He might not have been as big a target, but he was incredibly reckless with what he tried to tackle.]

Hey. Who're you?

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood narrowed his eyes at this...thing's boldness. It's sort of refreshing and to the point, so he actually doesn't mind it. In fact, he welcomes it, though the gratitude doesn't really show through.]

You may motherfucking call me The Grand Highblood. What the fuck are you? [And he certainly will not respond to any other name/title. Nope.]

[reflectionofsin]

[It's cool. He's not good at making friends either.

The profuse vulgarity isn't something he's use to at all, but he can tell already that he's going to like it. The question catches him off guard too. No one's ever actually asked, so he has to think about the answer for a bit. Eventually he just sort of shrugs.]

Some kind of soul-clone nemesis of a fairy boy who's way up his own ass with propriety, honor, and heroics.

[savedbyasong]

[Shion had been mostly helping in the infirmary since the tower went crazy but it had quietened down a lot now and so he was exploring the new floors. The art had fascinated him and so did this meadow. He wandered in the warmth and came across the troll he had spoken to when he had just arrived.]

Hello!

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood shifts in his seat, gazing down at the... oh, it's that dense kid. With a bleary look, he just blinks down at him for a moment.]

You. [It means he remembers you. That's good, right?]

[savedbyasong]

[Shion nodded and smiled] You never told me your name. I'm Shion by the way. [He notices he is bleeding]

Oh, do you need your wounds bandaged? [He has bandages, because he was going to check to see if anyone was injured and unable to get to the infirmary.]

[voluntad]

[Milagro Reyes knows no fear. ...No, really, the core requirement of her job is 'know no fear'. It's helpful most of the time, but in some cases (aka now) it might seem kindof really BAD.

So when the pigtailed girl comes flying into the new spring floor to explore, and she sees The Grand Highblood, she's not afraid at all. Instead, she slows her speed, and hovers a good meter away from him, surrounded by her annoying green light. ]

Hello.

[grandhighblood]

[The green glow makes him squint, already having trouble with just the sunshine on this floor alone. It is pretty irritating, so don't be surprised if he doesn't respond with a polite 'hello'!]

Kill the motherfucking lights, motherfucker. I can hardly be all standing the natural fucking light as it is.

[voluntad]

[She smiles and obliges, letting the green aura around her fade back into her ring, and stepping back down onto the ground.]

There are darker floors, y'know.

[ocariness]

[ Yeah okay, YOU don't get a fairy, they just don't like you, Highblood.

But the androgynous green-clothed hero WILL, however, watch from a distance, curiously. It is a pretty damn bizzare sight, a bloodthirsty villain like the Grand Highblood merely resting. Link also has no desire to provoke him; he isn't the only one kind of tired and a bit wounded from all the fighting.

... Though Link has minor means of healing, so most of the cuts that were serious aren't in need of bandages and are freshly healed, if still slightly visible as not quite gone from sight yet. ]

[grandhighblood]

[Don't think he doesn't notice you over there! He doesn't straight up stare at her or anything, but is quite aware of her presence.]

Enjoying the motherfucking view? [He snorts.]

I should probably feel bad for this.

[reversedestiny]

[Well, Sora had been crawling around the tower, trying to do his bit to help. While they're not in battle, who knows when there could be more monsters. So healing is something he can do, thanks to the tiny, green thing following him around. So seeing some big, strong guy at rest and pretty obviously injured? Hm. Might as well offer, right?]

...Hey. You... Need healing...?

but you don't. and that's all that matters B)

[grandhighblood]

[After everything's that happened so far, he pretty much just gives up trying to deter the curious from approaching him and offering him help. It's just not really worth the effort anymore, and he's pretty damn tired from all that fighting. Might as well take advantage of the offer, not to mention the wording sounded a little strange...]

I feel motherfucking fine, but hey, you're apparently the doc. What do you all motherfucking think?