towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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[She follows him carefully, having to step faster than usual to keep up. She's honestly never been pleased by the fact that there are people watching them, taking stock of how they tick- it's too much like the Kirijo labs and the scientists therein.]

It will make you quite ill.

[Well, he's certainly learning new things as time goes by. Such helpful creatures these bizarre pale aliens are, willingly dishing out the information without asking for much in return. He's usually used to bargaining with their lives...]

Shit doesn't sound like motherfucking common knowledge. How does a motherfucker all up and figure?

[She shrugs a little, turning into the cafeteria with a little whirl of skirts. Whatever he's used to, he'll probably get used to a lot different with those in the tower. Some of them just don't have much in the way of common sense.]

It has been stated repeatedly- I presume some of those first to arrive made the mistake. There is also a guide that can be found on the terminals- it covers a fair amount of the basic questions usually posed by new arrivals in the tower.

A guide, huh? Sounds like it's all a brother needs to motherfucking know.

[He stands inside the cafeteria, but doesn't go much further, just watching Chidori move around.]

It is quite handy, yes.

[She does move- and it's to get him a bowl of the oatmeal and hold it out, eyeing the nutrition bars that are all else there is to eat and making a slight face at them. She'll hit the restaurant up later, she supposes, and makes a slight 'tch' noise before murmuring-]

I cannot wait until I can get my hands around Jason's throat, honestly.

[To be perfectly honest, the highblood had all intentions of just killing her and moving on, seeing as she already provided him with enough information. Hell, even a guide. But the way she moves about freely, handing him a bowl of sludge, making faces, murmuring to herself... it's all pretty comical how he finds himself in such a position.

It's almost a bit shocking to the highblood, who rarely becomes shocked.

But still, it'd be good to get information from her first- things that seem to be less common knowledge, for example...]

The motherfuck you all up and muttering to your motherfucking self there about?

Our current 'overseer', Jason. He takes special pride in making us all as miserable `as possible.

[She motions idly toward the food stations, piled high with only nutrition bars and water bottles aside from the oatmeal.]

The lack of proper food is his doing.