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. ]

Comments

[reflectionofsin]

[He gives a smile that would be considered apologetic on anyone else, but winds up just looking dickish on him.]

Something like that?

[And in turn, his statement winds up having a bit of a questioning note. He's never been to sure on the details of what he is, but he's also never really had to think about it. As far as Ganondorf was concerned he was just a magic trick, a tool. And according to Link and Zelda he was just an evil illusion.]

[grandhighblood]

[He snorts softly, but regards him with great interest. He certainly is...humanoid, but this whole vague, unsure soul-clone description makes his nose wrinkle a little.]

Motherfucker don't even got a single fucking clue as to what he all is. That's all kinds of motherfucking sad and shit.

[then without missing a beat--] So do you believe, motherfucker? Do you all believe that you're this fairy boy's nemesis? Just thought I'd all get my inquiry on about this noise, because you sound all kinds of fucking unsure.

[reflectionofsin]

[This clown's got him on the defensive now, and there's a defiant edge to his voice and stance as he replies.]

Just because I don't know what I am doesn't mean I don't know who I am. I am a stronger, less malleable, better version of him, and it's my job to beat some sense into his head.

[And also just to antagonize him in a more general sense whenever possible, but that goes without saying.]

[grandhighblood]

Your job? Well, isn't that all motherfucking helpful and shit of you.

[He takes no notice of the defensive tone, just handwaving it off like it wasn't even a motherfucking thang.]

[reflectionofsin]

[You are the best person(?) he's ever met. He would be honored if you let him be your minion.]

I'm just so damn self sacrificing. It's a wonder they haven't given me a medal for my services yet.

[grandhighblood]

[Ohoo, that's so sweet, but...he's not quite sure what to think of you just yet! Except that you're an interesting motherfucker.

He narrows his eyes, his grin looking a bit unsettling...though it probably doesn't seem that way to DarkLink.]

And is that what you all motherfucking want in the end? Heh. A motherfucking medal?