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

[madscientits]

So that means you're at least... 640 years old? [She baffles at that for a minute. Who would think someone would keep growing after such a long life, but at least it explains all that hair.] How is that even possible? Does your species simply have a longer life span?

[grandhighblood]

Nah, not all of us. The whole lot of the motherfucking pissbloods probably live to their motherfucking prime, then die off quickly. If they all got luck on their side, then they will motherfucking die a natural death, but that...usually ain't the case. [he laughs, licking his lips.]

[madscientits]

[She arches an eyebrow] So there's something special in your blood that allows you to live longer? [She stares a little more closely at his wounds. Well his blood does look pretty remarkable, if it really is that purple color]

[grandhighblood]

[shrugs!] Sure, my blood's pretty motherfucking special, but... not sure if it's some shit in the blood or nothing. Could be anything! It's just how the fuck it is, sister.

[madscientits]

I could find out for you, if you'd like. [She gets a hungry look in her eyes, obviously really hoping he'd accept. Even if it were nothing too invasive, a blood sample at least would be good enough. For now.]

[grandhighblood]

Find out? [He raises an eyebrow suspiciously.] How so?

[madscientits]

Just a few simple tests~ I'm sure for someone of your background you wouldn't have any problems with any of them. [Well he said these scratches didn't bother him at least]

[grandhighblood]

Tests, huh? [His eyes close a little, a weird smile on his face. He rolls his eyes up to one corner, as if considering this... then sort of leans in close.] Is a motherfucker going to stick the Grand Highblood with needles and shit to withdraw some of this royal fluid for the motherfucking sake of science?

[madscientits]

Only if you'll let me, of course. [She's not nearly dumb enough to actually say "Yup, exactly that."]

[grandhighblood]

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully.] What will you motherfucking offer in return?

[madscientits]

[...What the shit this was actually working] Well that all depends. What do you want?

[grandhighblood]

[He raises a finger, bringing a hooked claw close to her head, slowly...]

Dislodge that motherfucking piece of metal from out of your thinkpan, human.

[madscientits]

[She pulls away from the claw, not far enough where it would be running away outright, but far enough to make it clear that she was obviously not 0kay with that idea.]

Out of the question. Pick something else.

[grandhighblood]

[He doesn't look disappointed at all and just shrugs, pulling his hand back.]

Ain't that a motherfucking shame? Since I can't think of what I all want from a human, I guess we both lose...

[madscientits]

[Damn it all, she really wants to dissect this thing. She touches the side of her bolt gently.] I'm not entirely sure I could do it without it killing me. Are you sure there's nothing else you'd be interested in? Someone you need me to scare straight? Or perhaps even you want to know someone's true nature; I could see for you. [Seriously GHB what do you want from her? To take her top off?]

[grandhighblood]

[He rolls his eyes with a scoff.]

I don't need a motherfucking human to be all doing the scaring business and shit for me. Your services are of no motherfucking use to me.

[But that bit about not being able to remove it without killing her is interesting. Now he really wants it.]

It's the bolt or nothing, sister. Good thing death isn't even a motherfucking big deal, right? Pretty sure I died at least twice since my arrival, heh. Wasn't fun, but I'm still alive.

[madscientits]

Even if I came back fit as a fiddle, I doubt they'd re-install it upon revival. ...Would they? [Because if so, then she might actually be able to consider it. Maybe. Possibly.]

[grandhighblood]

[He folds an arm across his chest and rubs his chin thoughtfully with the other hand, pretending to actually think about this.]

You'll never motherfucking know until you try. [Really...wide grin. Man, that bolt is like a splinter, just begging to be plucked out, and his fingers are twitching slightly.]

[madscientits]

[She did not like the way he was looking all of a sudden. And the fact that he didn't even know if it would come back when she did honestly scared her. She couldn't quite remember how to think without turning her bolt, and losing that ability would be disastrous.]

I'm willing to do a lot for the sake of curiosity, but until you know for sure, I'm not going to agree.

[grandhighblood]

Again, a motherfucking shame.

[His grin settles back into a thin line again, then shrugs.]

You know, at first, I just all chose the first thing that popped into my motherfucking sponge to complete the trade...but now? I'm legitimately curious about what all happens if you motherfucking regenerate without that piece of shit.

[madscientits]

Temporal lobe damage, more than likely. [It was kind of a relief that he was just trying to come up with something and didn't actively want it. ...Though now he did seem pretty curious, and she knew just how dangerous curiosity could be.] I'm not actually sure; I've obviously never had much desire to rip it out.

[grandhighblood]

[Leans forward a little. He's not going to give up just yet.]

You know who's motherfucking desire to rip that out is a little much right now? [Grins wider.] Me. Think you could motherfucking sit still for about two seconds?

[madscientits]

[She takes a large step back, hunching over slightly, like she's getting ready for a fight. Which she might very well be at this point. Sparks fly between her fingertips as she puts her hands out in front of her, not quite threatening, but not entirely defensive either.]

Think you could back up about two feet first?

[grandhighblood]

[Being acquainted with magic by this point, his eyes dart downwards and they gleam at her stance. Interesting, indeed!]

Then how the motherfuck am I all supposed to get that nasty piece of business out of your motherfucking nub? [But he doesn't make any moves yet. He's still wary about the sparks coming out of her hands. Better see how this all pans out first.]

[madscientits]

Simple: You don't. [She circles him slowly, really just trying to get herself in a better position to the stairs just in case. She could probably take him out by attacking his soul no problem, but she'd rather not have to get that close to the troll considering how much longer his arms were than hers.]