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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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Bad is what a brother all is, you know. Real motherfucking bad, getting my supreme judgement on about little wriggler aliens, even if it all ain't within my motherfucking jurisdiction. Hell, who the fuck even knows where we are? Could just squeeze the life out of your pathetic little meatsuit and nobody would even motherfucking care or do anything about it.

[He has a natural instinct to cull little children on sight, so even non-troll kids are in just as much danger as trolls.]

[Romeo shuffles backwards a little more because the Grand Highblood is right, no one will come help him and though if he dies he will just wake up it will still hurt...] Molly always said you were good inside and she knew more than me! So you shouldn't hurt people okay, because you're not all bad. You're like Gamzee and he is sometimes bad but isn't a bad troll person at all! Not really!

All this motherfucking nonsense you're up and spewing at brother just gives the most wicked of nubaches, you all motherfucking UNDERSTAND ME, MOTHERFUCKER?

[He's not sure if culling this thing on sight is a good idea, though. He just seems to know so much, like he's familiar with him, but he still shows fear? It seems complicated, and while the highblood is well-known to be a murderer, he doesn't just kill indiscriminately.

Unless you piss him off. Which he was just a moment ago, but he's more confused now than angry.]

How about a motherfucking deal, wriggler? See, I'm all up and getting my generosity on by not motherfucking snatching that overgrown fruit on your shoulders that you call a motherfucking head BEFORE YOU CAN BLINK. And all you gotta motherfucking do is answer a multitude of questions a brother got lined up for you.

Sound good?

[His expression is sly, untrusting, like there's a catch to this.]

[Romeo blinked for a moment, slowly working out what the Highblood was saying.] So if I answer your questions sir you wont hurt me?

[Unsettling pause.]

Sure.

[Romeo grinned and scooted closer.] Okay sir! What do you want to know?