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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[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.]

[grandhighblood]

[Slowly...mimics her, taking a step to the side whenever she did. He's not threatened by her in the least, but while he does appear too comfortable for his own good, he's got his guards up. He's at least learned not to underestimate even the smallest creatures here.]

You are taking a wicked needle to my motherfucking bubble and pricking it all coldblooded-like, sister! Real shame. It's a real motherfucking shame this all is.

[madscientits]

It's a shame for me too, don't worry. I was really looking forward to getting to run some tests on you, but I can see now that isn't going to work very well.

[...At least not while he was awake. Maybe she could figure out his room number and go from there. Surely his roommates couldn't like him that much.]

[grandhighblood]

Yeah, this brother can be all imagining the motherfucking disappointment of not running some shitty tests here. Right in the blood pusher, motherfucker... [It might as well have been as casual as a pat on the back the way his fist suddenly went flying towards Stein.]

[madscientits]

[She backflips, landing on all fours, crouching behind some flowers slightly out of screw-snatching distance.] Don't. Touch. How would you like it if I was trying to pull out one of your horns?

[She needed a plan before she started attacking this thing with her soul, she knew that much, and his reflexes were damn good from what she'd seen. But everything she could currently think of involved getting her too close for comfort. It was in her best interest to wait for an opening.]

[grandhighblood]

[He busts out cackling at that, lunging forward again with his head tilted down just slightly so that his horns were pointing straight at her. His claws sliced through the bed of flowers, leaves and petals fluttering around them as they danced around each other.]

A thing to be all learning about a brother... [He stops briefly, his arms at his sides, fists clenched, and chest puffed out to hold himself high.] A challenge is always motherfucking welcome, my screwed up little motherfucker.

[madscientits]

[That green electricity sparks around her fingertips again as he pauses. Well, looks like there was her opening.

She rushes at him, just trying to touch him anywhere, to stun him long enough that she could make an exit without getting gored by those horns, or have her own headgear pulled out.]

[grandhighblood]

[When she strikes at him with that weird electricity, he brings his armored arms up, trying to avoid direct contact with the more thinly layered areas. His attempts to gore her with the long and unwieldy horns fail, but that's fine. His fists should be enough to give her a good fight.

He swings, using the screw as a target. A shiny silver target with a strike through it. He has to touch it. His urge to yank it out and see everything spill out in a messy red (he assumes its red) sludge overwhelms him.]

[madscientits]

[She stops her plan of attack dead in its tracks once he starts swinging at her. She raises her arms to try and block and at least absorb some of the blow, though that's a rather hard thing to manage considering his fist was about the same size as her head.

Stein lands on the ground hard, her head ringing and feeling the slight vibration through her skull as her bolt moved ever so slightly from... Either the hit or the fall, she's not entirely sure. But she's alive! For the moment, at least.

Reasoning was pointless, fighting wasn't working... So she did the next logical thing, she started scrambling to her feet as quickly as she could with every intention to run the motherfuck away.]

[grandhighblood]

Aw, come back, motherfucker. WE AREN'T ALL MOTHERFUCKING FINISHED HERE YET.

[He'd give chase if he wasn't such a sucker for stalking and reveling in the paranoia of his prey. So despite him calling back for her, he only follows her frantic footsteps with a steady walking pace, the ground shaking with each heavy step.]