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[grandhighblood]

Characters: the grand highblood + you
Setting: starts at his dorm, room 2-10. then he'll slowly descend and stop at no lower than floor 13 (cathederal floor).
Format: doesn't matter
Summary: the highblood has awoken and he's not pleased. Or amused. Well, maybe just a little.
Warnings: practice caution around the highblood. he's still pretty on-edge right now and his killing instincts are going haywire so if you're not careful, you might receive a face full of claws. also swearing and bad jokes.

Waking up in a sudden panic, rage and fear coursing through his veins like a shot of adrenaline, isn't really new to the highblood. He's used to sometimes accidentally sleeping outside the sopor, usually alone, grumbling and growling in his sleep. The only difference now is that when his eyes snap open in a blinding red rage, he can't move at all. His limbs are stiff, the sudden jerk of his body rattling the bed with loud creaks and groans.

It takes him a while to calm down after the paralysis wears off, and not even minding the ridiculously skin-tight white outfit he's wearing, he stumbles out of the room to figure out where the motherfucking hell he is.

If you come across him on any of these floors, it's probably best you catch him from afar lest he comes straight at you once he catches sight. Or at least attempts to. Why don't you pick a floor and find out?

[OOC; pick a floor from 1~13 and i will have him react accordingly! ♥]

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Floor 6 -Forest Times

[iron_infidel]

[Signless had a habit of visiting this floor. His favorite floor had been destroyed within the last event or so and a nice area with foliage and fauna was something he took delight in. While the fauna on this floor were not something to get acquainted with, surely getting to close might cause a loss of limb or finger to occur. So to keep himself safe he remained near the staircase and watched the creatures from a distance.

In a way they reminded him of the creatures back at home. Of course human critters were a tad bit different or were these creatures even 'human' in nature? Or rather earthen...yes that was the planet created if his memory served right. No perhaps these creatures, in their feral nature and mutated forms, were more Animus in origin. A breed all there own. Still he didn't mind being near them. Rather it was another way to get his mind off of recent events.]

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood is a huge hulking creature, over eight feet tall, ten if you include his horns. But despite this, he slips between the trees silently, barely rustling the branches and leaves that choke this floor.

If the Signless ever needed a reminder of a creature from back home, this certainly is the most dangerous of them all. Have a little taste of home, motherfucker.]

Heh heh heh...

[The chuckle is quiet, dangerous, like someone on the verge of cracking. It's a bit distant, like he's just circling him, trying to get closer and figure out just who or what his prey is.]

[iron_infidel]

[Ears twitched at the distant sound and he immediately concluded that such a sound was not animal. It was different, threatening, and his instincts told him to be cautious. For if he ran it would only allow whatever or whoever it was to gain an advantage in the fear of another.

Slowly he rose to his feet and wrapped his cloak around him tighter so that if he needed to get away there would be no troubles with the cloth. He tests the situation with a small whisper.]

Hello, is there another out there?

Floor 13 - Cathedral

[thereisnopie]

[Religion is an interesting thing. Humans had several, though some seemed more popular than others. He hasn't asked them about it. Too awkward. But there were always other sources, for when he's curious.

And he's curious about a lot of things now.

There were plenty of images of people with their heads bowed and hands held together - the same way he'd always prayed. He mimics this action now, even if the meaning isn't the same.

At the sound of footsteps he turns... and just as quickly ducks back down behind a pew at the sight. It's a gut reaction - the troll wouldn't likely recognize him as he is - and it's done too quickly, causing him to bang his head in front of the pew in front of him and fall on his ass.

Exceptional stealth skills, right here.]

[grandhighblood]

[There's something awfully familiar about this particular floor. The others above didn't really capture his interests, but this one. Oh, this one. It's special. He has no idea what kind of religion other species have and what they symbolize, but as a man of faith, he knows a place of religious practice when he enters one.

His focus is on his surroundings, hardly noticing if there's even a soul in here, unable to detect small sounds anyway due to the damper on all sounds on this particular floor. The highblood is mostly in a somewhat trance like state as he edges closer to the head of the church, listening to the murmurs, when a sudden movement catches his eye.

He looks down, eyes wide, snapping out of his state and quickly marches over to the pew where this...this strange pink-skinned creature sitting on his ass. He stares and stares, noticing the lack of horns, different colored skin, and just how overall soft and squishy it looks...]

...

[thereisnopie]

[Oh this is wonderful. He so enjoys getting stared at disconcertingly by someone who could very easily be related to him. ...Or to his troll self, rather.

He stares back, unsure of what else to do.]

...Can't a motherfucker get his pray on in peace?

Floor 12 just for irony and stuff

[myblueskies]

Romeo zoomed onto this floor, despite the cold and lack of proper food he was still showing immense amounts of energy, mostly because running around kept him warm.

He saw the very large troll and grinned.] Mister Highblood! You're back!

oh man hahahaha

[grandhighblood]

[At the sudden noise, the highblood glares down at the tiny little alien thing and automatically brings his hand up in a fist to bring it crashing down next to Romeo. He doesn't wish to kill it straight away, despite his screaming instincts to cull all unnatural species and weak looking creatures, curious to know more before doing away with it for good.]

You motherfucking speak in the manner of a motherfucking acquaintance with this brother! EXPLAIN YOURSELF, LITTLE CREATURE.

[myblueskies]

[Romeo squeaked, so this was a different mister Highblood then... One that didn't know him. He kept an eye on that fist before speaking.]

I knew a different you sir. You were here before it happens sometimes! You were here and then you disappeared but now you are here again! I'm glad you're back even if you don't know me. I'm Romeo!

Floor 2- /what is caution?

[floreatnoctem]

Oh. You again.

[Chidori looks more ghostly than usual, wearing a thick cloak over her usual dress- she peeks up at him from not too far away, her bright hair pulled over one shoulder in a brilliant red swath. In one hand she's holding a pill bottle- more suppressants- which she slips into one of the pockets of her cloak as she peers up at him.]

Aren't you cold?

[He should be, unless he's somehow immune to the chill going around the tower- honestly, with his bulk, she wouldn't be surprised. Part of her is surprised to see him, but another is wondering- if the trolls are returning, then perhaps...]

something she seems to give little shits about :D

[grandhighblood]

[Ah, the infirmary. He gives her a questioning look, tilting his head at this strange fiery haired pink flesh thing. She seems to... know him... how-

He's silent, staring at her for a good full minute. If she knows him, then something weird is going on here. Whether it's with him or her, he doesn't know, but it might help to play along.]

Nah. Barely got the motherfucking care on for a bit of the motherfucking chill when a brother's already got the coolest hue running through his veins.

it's an excellent skillset to have in the tower

[floreatnoctem]

Acclimation via the application of internal temperatures. Interesting.

[She tips her head back a little further, and then inclines her head a little in acknowledgement. This one, she realized, reminded her vaguely of the Condesce- though there was less of that all-encompassing need to be the absolute last word on something. At least, from what she remembered. The highblooded predisposition toward violence and madness, however, was a bit more readily apparent.]

Troll biology is certainly fascinating. Have you eaten yet, Highblood?

The staircase between floors 8 and 9

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer had already consumed his ration of what passed off as food in this place - seriously, that was worse than army gruel and he'd thought the worst he'd ever eat in his life was army gruel but he wasn't thinking about that and stupid bets he made when he was young and stupid and a disgrace to his blood but not as big a disgrace to his blood as he'd later be and this entire train of thought should go to hell already - and was in the process of going to the workshop to spend another merry day inwardly screaming at materials that didn't want to work and tools that threatened to take out his eyes - that had been unexpected and entirely unwelcome - and maybe finish the stupid heater so he would stop feeling like his toes or his horns were going to freeze over and fall.

And then, as he slowly made his way up the staircase, he came face to face with a familiar face clad in the ridiculous white suit of the newcomers. It took a moment for "familiar" to properly translate to his brain, as he stared blankly up at the Grand Highblood.

And then:]

Well, fuck.

[grandhighblood]

[His memory of the exiled Executor now known as the Expatriate was dull in the back of his mind, but if he ever saw a reminder or another Archeradicator of similar build, he would remember him as clear as the night. And that really sucked because traitors suck, and he hated them.

So when he sees the troll who seems to have aged a lot quicker than he expected in front of him, his face involuntarily twists and he sneers, a soft snarl following.]

Now ain't that a motherfucking brother's line to be all saying, Expatriate?

[disgracedvoid]

[There's a subtle twitch on the left side of his body at that title, which is less of a title and more of an insult. Carefully, though, Darkleer keeps his expression blank. As blank as he can while mentally screaming profanity at nothing in particular.]

I am not one to say what is or is not something for you to say, my lord.

[Hey. At least the bootlicking instincts still work.]

10

[papshooshing]

[ so he likes the fish. they are interesting to watch. almost hypnotizing, really. granted, the occasional shark or something might appear... but Karkat has his sickle and prepared for a fight if he feels threatened.

the first sign that something nasty is coming is how the more peaceful breeds are starting to scatter.

he's just going to figure it's another bigger shark. ]

[grandhighblood]

[Oh no. This is the worst floor.

The highblood grew up by the sea, perched on top of a rocky cliff looking over the vast beaches of Alternia, and he hated the water. Not that it started off that way. Hell, he used to play in the beach all the time as a wriggler, but he learned to fear it because of one fateful night where he nearly drowned. That suffocating silence, watching little bubbles of air surround him as they escaped to the surface without him, feeling ice cold water fill his lungs... he can't shake it off. He was but a mere wriggler.

But he shows no outward signs of fear as he takes in his surroundings. It's all water, all around him, no glass to hold them back, as if he's now at the bottom of the ocean where he nearly died and yet there is no pain or fear. Just calm. A frightening calm that threatens to shatter the more he stares.

He makes his way through the small pathways, watching the fish life swim and mind their own business, some even leaping from wall to wall, until he smells something familiar. Not sea life, but troll kind, and he approaches slowly with thundering footsteps. His hands clench and release, knuckles popping as he readies himself.]

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat, before the tower, has never really had the opportunity to see creatures like this anyway. for the most part, he had been a recluse on Alternia, venturing out here and there to do some social activities like going to the movies. going all the way out to where Gamzee lived could have been disastrous.

but here is different. kind of relaxing.

or it had been up until Karkat can feel the floor vibrate just a touch. whatever it is that had startled the fish, it is not a bigger one. something is coming and it's something big. suddenly feeling uneasy, Karkat peers over his shoulder.

the silhouette us is telling and fear grips at his gut. it's an adult troll.

which means he's getting his feet moving. no adult needs to find him. scary motherfuckers, adults. ]

floor 3

[kickspenguins]

[He'd spent a good part of that morning looking through the tower's collection of books. When you're stuck in a tower, there really isn't much to do and so Sakuma chooses to read-- when he isn't playing soccer or in the aquarium watching the fish, of course.

When he finally has something that seems promising, he turns and heads for the exit, intending to go back to his room. Only, he isn't really paying attention because he's busy flipping through the book he's holding so he doesn't notice someone else by the doorway until almost too late.

He stops short of almost walking into them and looks up apologetically.]

Sorry.

[grandhighblood]

[Now the highblood always considered himself a formidable figure, the perfect icon and image of fear and hatred itself, hellbent on scaring even the toughest of trolls even without the help of his chuckle voodoo.

So to see this tiny wriggler alien with one eye merely brush by him with a slightly distracted and apologetic look only gets the boy a fierce snarl.]

Oh. Was I all up and IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING WAY?

[He bends his body over arms slightly out to his sides so that they're slightly more eye level, his haphazardly painted face glaring into the other's.]

[kickspenguins]

[The strange way he talks and his suddenly being so close makes Sakuma flinch. He's seen other trolls before and has never had any trouble with them but this one is different somehow...]

It-- no, it's my fault for not paying attention.

[Unconsciously, he takes a step backwards.]

Floor 4

[reddeadvirtuoso]

In Jade's defense, no one had ever told her about the giant monstrosities of Ancestors that roamed Troll Land. All she could guess was that this guy was a giant troll, and frankly he looked kinda cool except for the ridiculous white suit thing that was apparently mandated dressing around here.

The obvious thing to do was to address him while sitting on the back of one of the couches.

"Hey dude, I think you might look less like a baboon if you lose the condom suit."

Floor 4

[grandhighblood]

The highblood had been marveling at the beautiful minimalism design of this floor (he can appreciate it, even if he prefers things a lot messier), but his sense of brief calm is interrupted by a sort of irritating voice. Something about its smug aloofness bothers him, and he instinctively sneers down at the small alien. God damn, these motherfuckers are everywhere.

"And YOU, motherfucker, might all look less like a filthy motherfucking smear on the glass if you lose the motherfucking sass upon meeting FACE TO MOTHERFUCKING FACE with ME."

FASHIONABLY LATE TWERKS AGGRESSIVELY also floor 45

[hystericull]

[Gamzee was never a light sleeper. He always woke late, lounged all day, and went to bed whenever the fuck he felt like. This being the norm, it was becoming more and more disconcerting when he found himself waking up early, unable to fall back asleep, even with the assistance of his recuperacoon. His body was warmer than it usually was, and though he might have thought such a sensation would be welcome, it only served to make him uncomfortable.]

[Along with the restlessness and slight fever, Gamzee was developing an even bigger aversion to food and drink. There was a gnawing fear at the edge of his mind that someone was slipping things into his food. What little he did consume was soon forfeited. Even the slime, which was poison to fucking begin with, he didn't trust.]

[This morning, he was standing on the forty-fifth floor, the observatory. High in the clouds, there wasn't much to look at, except for the darkness of winter storms, and the occasional wisp of snow that made its way up.]

[Despite the unnatural warmth, he was still fucking freezing. One minute he'd be in nothing but a t-shirt and pants, the next he'd be picking his winter jacket up off of the floor and wrapping it around himself so tightly he'd look like a mental patient. Body practically pressed against the window, this was one of those times.]

wow sexy

[grandhighblood]

[The cold didn't bother the highblood at first, he's used to cooler weather, and being of cooler hue, his body temperature is pretty low to begin with. But it does start getting to him, feeling his skin prickle from the chill, and by the time he reaches the 45th floor, he swears he's surrounded by snow.

He's only half right, being so high up in the clouds that everything appears white. In mild curiosity, he explores the glass walls, not touching, but just looking. A strange movement or a flash of a face would suddenly appear and he'd blink in surprise, wondering just what exactly this tower was. And what it was for, holding so many prisoners captive.

And almost right after, he notices there's another presence in the room. It's small, but there, and he quickly gives the room a once over. Being so preoccupied with the walls had distracted him, and he makes a mental note to never ever fucking do that again. It's a strange new place, and he has to actually exercise some caution now. Yeah, it's just been that long since he's had to look over his shoulder constantly.

There's a small troll pressed up against a window across the room from him, and he has this strange feeling that there's something disturbingly familiar about this one. He's not even sure why, he can only really see his horns clearly from here, after all.

He doesn't waste any time in approaching him, stone-faced, eyes squinting and glaring down at him. His lips twitch automatically, his once again desire to smite anything vaguely resembling a child rising dangerously. But he doesn't come too close to Gamzee just yet, leaving a good 30 ft gap between them, just close enough to make his presence known.]