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

[toy_souldier]

[Vivi finishes with the dabbing and settles in front of the troll, head tilting as he listens to the explanation on... rather violent culture. He braces his staff against his shoulder and stares up at the troll.]

Are indigo-bloods the strongest then? I mean, mister Summoner explained a bit to me some time ago, but he never said what was the highest or lowest...

[grandhighblood]

[Scoffs harshly at the mention of the Summoner. Ugh, that totally kills his mood for a second...]

That motherfucker didn't explain because he already knows he's at the bottom of the motherfucking barrel, and doesn't want to admit it. Indigo-bloods all have the potential to be the fucking strongest, we live the longest lives second to Her Imperious Condescension, and only we are allowed into the ranks of the great Subjugglators. Our motherfucking jurisdiction covers multiple galaxies, but the one I, the Grand Highblood, occupy is the motherfucking headquarters where we convene and frequently gather for our religious practices. It's a motherfucking simple society, but we all follow the strictest of conducts when it all comes down to it. Lowbloods scrounge about on the motherfucking dirt and wouldn't be at all able to understand.

[takes a deep breath.]

Like your motherfucking friend? The Summoner? He's probably one of the lowest of the motherfucking low all around here next to that psychic freak palemate of his.

[toy_souldier]

Oooh.................................................. [Tilts head to one side.] What about mister Signless? I know he's friends with mister Psiioniic but I have no idea what his blood colour is.

[grandhighblood]

Heh heh, oh, him? Well, he's a motherfucking weirdo when it all comes to placing him in the motherfucking hemospectrum. A real shitty mutant candy-red blood.

[He grins at the thought, though, despite his mixed feelings for the Signless.]

Surprised you don't know, though, brother. He flaunts that shit like it's all motherfucking worth something.

[toy_souldier]

Um, I only met him once and he was kind of busy trying to find mister Psiioniic at the time.

[Pokes at a nearby flower's petals, liking the bright red against his dark gloves.]

Are you friends with mister Signless?

[grandhighblood]

[He goes silent for a minute, and sorta...looks off into space...huh. Man, it's annoying that he has to actually stop and think about this shit.]

No. Motherfucker's just all a thorn in a brother's side.