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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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[Ouch.]

Staring all at me, ain't you? Kinda fuckin' rude.

Edited 2012-12-10 21:11 (UTC)

HEH, heh, HEH... [His laugh starts off low, almost silent due to the nature of this floor, but then he's soon throwing back his head and tossing his head in amusement.]

Ohhhh, motherfucker, you're motherfucking on a brother's GOOD SIDE when he's getting his benevolent RUDENESS ON. Consider yourself one lucky ass motherfucker.

Hard to be thinkin' as such, but if you're gonna be puttin' it all like that.

[He doesn't seem very frightened for some reason, despite knowing that the troll could easily crush his fragile human self.]

You're of the sub-motherfuckin'-juggulator variety, yeah? Perhaps straight at the top of all that.

[The bravery of aliens that don't know what he's done or capable of is stupidly commendable, but who knows exactly how brave little aliens can be regardless of having prior knowledge or not? Either way, it's impressive in itself, and he continues to look amused and grin down at him.]

You'll motherfucking refer to me as The Grand Highblood, wriggler.

[The fact that he knows about subjugglators is also kind of shocking. This...tower must be hosting at least a few trolls then.]

Can't all shorten it up to somethin' like the GHB?

Rolls off the mother fucking tongue kinda nice.

[He wonders if there's a limit to how often someone can get themselves offed in this place.]

No.

[He narrows his eyes, glaring at him, and approaching him slowly with heavy steps, never taking his eyes off of him.]

Grand Highblood or Highblood.

[Gamzee sits back up in the pew, slouching forward just a bit and blinking lazy indigo eyes.]

And if I don't you'll bring down the wicked murdermirth upon my unworthy nug, yeah? Might get a little motherfuckin' tiring after a while.

[He'll follow suit and sit on a different pew in front of him, facing him.]

No motherfucking fear of a little death it all seems. Make it sound like a reoccurring motherfucking theme.

[Well that's just a little surreal, honestly. But he's getting used to surreal.]

Not here.

That ain't near to the worst part of here, and it don't stick.

[Don't get too used to it. He's still hunched over the back of the seat, claws digging into the wood as he looms over him. He's still thinking and warring with himself, trying to judge whether or not it's worth trying to kill him just to see if he'd come back... if what they're saying is true...]

Indulge a brother. What's the motherfucking worst part? [He leans forward, eyes narrowed but calm and collected, the only thing giving him away being his bared teeth as he grins.]

Couldn't fuckin' say, as I don't think I've gone and experienced it yet.

[He's creeped out, no lie. Still, the Grand Highblood sitting in front of him in a church pew is on the list of things he'd never expected to see within his lifetime. At least while sober. And not in the program.]

But the utter motherfuckin' lack of control, bro... that all's close to it.