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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 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."

[reddeadvirtuoso]

'Motherfucker'? Throw in some more incomprehensible jumble and this guy could sound a lot like Gamzee. "Is suggesting the fornication with one's female parent just kind of A Thing for trolls in your universe?"

Guess who's not heeding the sass comment, it's herrrrr. "And I'll have you know I took a shower and everything this morning, thank you."

[grandhighblood]

The highblood cants his head slightly at the question, unfamiliar with the term 'parent', though he seems to get the gist of what he's asking. It's a dumb question and sounded rhetorical, so he merely snorts angrily, huffing blasts of air between clenched teeth.

"Don't even make a motherfucking difference," he replies with an almost purring quality to his words. "Still motherfucking dirty little shits inside and out. Now, identify your motherfucking self."

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Luckily she wasn't too perturbed by his brushing off of her totally legitimate comment, but the highbblood did get a mock salute for his efforts.

"Jade Strider, First Captain Admiral of the S.S. Shitstain, though we assure it's completely clean from the inside out. That'd just be fucking disgraceful."

[grandhighblood]

Something about this alien's words and attitude makes the highblood bristle in annoyance and anger. Maybe it's that smarmy don't-give-a-fuck outlook that rubs him the wrong way, especially since he's used to people that tend to submit to him.

He makes his move, just a few thundering steps to close the gap between them, and he slams a hand down next right next to her. His upper body surges forward, teeth bared, as he brings himself face to face, almost touching.

"Your motherfucking ship metaphors are filthy and motherfucking don't even all apply to no motherfucking situation we up and find ourselves in," he sneers, nit picking at Jade's sense of humour.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Really. He's making fun of her choice of metaphors. That's the problem here.

Jade would've taken more time to reflect on his ridiculous object of nitpicking, it if wasn't for the fact of his giant hand slamming down and his arguably nasty face getting all up in hers. Probably the combination of which made her jump slightly and let out an embarrassingly high-pitched gasp of surprise, which she quickly tried to pretend didn't happen.

"It's..just a metaphor...?" Meekest. Snark. Ever.