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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[madscientits]

[She was halfway through starting to turn and run when those horns pierced her skin. For a second, she tried moving one of her arms to try and pull herself loose, but stopped when she felt the tip of his horn scraping against bone.

What would happen if he straightened himself back up? Would it rip right through her shoulders? Just dislocate something?

It was almost funny when she realized her knowledge of anatomy was actually making her panic more than the pain or the promise of death.]

I guess... I guess that means I'm "it" now...? [She managed to chuckle for a moment before deciding it hurt too much to bother attempting to be clever and nonchalant about this.]

[grandhighblood]

[Once he feels the satisfying give and pull of flesh and muscle against his horn, he inhales deeply, able to smell the slight metallic tang of blood just barely seeping out. He doesn't straighten up completely, but raises his head slightly, altering the angle and pulling against the wound. He lets her feet stay on the ground.]

Sure does, motherfucker. [He lets out a raspy laugh, eyes glowing a dark orange, almost red. The laugh makes his body shake, causing the horn to open the wound up some more, blood finally flowing freely.] Prepare your motherfucking self for the next round.

[Then suddenly he jerks back and his horn dislodges messily from her shoulder.]

[madscientits]

[She collapses to the ground with a groan now that his horns weren't holding her up. She can't quite pick herself up, the pain in her arms keeping her from holding up the rest of her weight, but she keeps herself calm, keeping her heart rate steady despite the pain and the fear. If she was dying, she was going to while fighting, not passing out from lack of blood.]

Prepared or not, I don't think it makes any difference to you. [It hurt to talk, but maybe if she didn't shut up, he'd get so frustrated that he'd kill her before trying to take the screw out.]

[grandhighblood]

Bitch be all doing so motherfucking well to know a brother. [He practically purrs, finding the conversation quite pleasant, actually. Sorry, Stein. It doesn't seem like he'll be getting frustrated any time soon.

Then he steps over her so she's situated between his feet and he crouches, and he's just a mass of black hair curtaining them as his face leans closer to hers. Most would describe this part as particularly unpleasant, what with the clinging odor of blood and death. He sneers and reaches down to jab a nail into her unharmed shoulder, ripping through the layers of fabric until it stopped right at the warm skin. Warmth, yeah, all humans were red-blooded, weren't they?

Suddenly, his tone turns very conversational:]

You know what, motherfucker? When I first got my fucking observation on of you soft aliens, it was a motherfucking laughable sight. Couldn't get my belief on about how all you motherfuckers even survived, but guess it helps when all you gotta worry about are other fleshy squishy aliens. But now...motherfucking NOW, I received the rare motherfucking opportunity to be all noticing the potentials of such a species. [Then he twists his claw, puncturing her shoulder.]

[madscientits]

[Her face contorts in pain, and a soft whimper escapes before she quiets herself. It wasn't as deep as the shoulder that had been stabbed by the horns, but it was still painful, and she supposed his claws were less sharp, meaning he would need to use more force to puncture the skin, thus causing more area for the nerves to react to. Thinking about the theory behind her suffering made it a little more bearable, oddly enough.]

You certainly know how to flatter a girl. [Really, if this meant that she was the strongest of the fleshy squishy aliens he had killed, Stein was a little flattered to hear about it.]

If you really want to see something amazing, you should see how quickly we heal. [It was worth a shot.]

[grandhighblood]

[The sound makes him grin quite fondly at her as he continues to swivel his finger lazily into the wound, widening it. He's only met a couple others that boggled his mind a little, but was defeated by ONE of them so far. It's not something he's proud to admit so he doesn't mention it. Not that it's really that important here, anyway!

His ears perk at at the little tidbit of information.]

Now isn't that all a motherfucking wicked miracle that I ever did hear. How fast, motherfucker? [He plunges the entire finger into the wound, which makes a sick spurting noise.] Tomorrow? The motherfucking night after that? [He punctuates the word by pulling his finger free then splaying his enormous hand across her chest, another talon hooking and clawing at the bony sternum.] Present to me a motherfucking approximation.

[madscientits]

[She wrenched her eyes shut, biting down on her bottom lip until it bled. She knew people like this wanted some kind of reward for causing people pain - hell, she was barely three degrees of separation from being that kind of person - so she was going to keep herself quiet for as long as possible. But she couldn't quite help an airy gasp as he pulled his finger free.]

A week? Maybe a little less. Depends on how much rest I get.

[grandhighblood]

Hnnnn, not motherfucking bad. [He idly traces a burning hot circle in the center of her chest, paying more attention to his work rather than the conversation now. His attention span being divided and all!]

Guess I'll just have to motherfucking come on back and check on your progress later. [Then he cackles loudly, like he saw something funny on Stein's person. But he just pulls his claw back for a minute, tilts his head to admire his handiwork, then sharply swings his hand across her stomach, couple of claws scratching into her skin. Blood springs from the shallow cut, and his work is done.

:o) ]