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towerofanimus2012-12-06 10:37 pm
grandhighblood) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-06 10:37 pm
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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! ♥]
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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How stoic his outer expression is doesn't help, either.]
Don't get your motherfucking freshness all up in this business, Expatriate. This could become a motherfucking demonstration, if that's what it'll come to... heh.
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[Shit, shit, shit. Things Darkleer does not and has never aspired to be: a pint of paint.]
Rather I would not presume to know what does or doesn't tickle your fancy, my Lord. I'd rather not be so bold.
[GO AWAY YOU CRAZY CLOWN, GO AWAY.]
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Hn. [A long pause.]
What room were you assigned, dear Expatriate?
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[He holds onto the demure act with his dear life. Though seriously? He would much prefer not telling him that. But what else is he supposed to do? Lie to the Grand Highblood? Yeah, right.]
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[Then Darkleer might feel the back of his hand brushing against the back of his hair.]
Carry the fuck on, then.
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My lord.
[He bows his head respectfully, and dares not question that little mercy. He'll just try to actually walk away with a brisk pace and not even try and figure out what the fuck just happened.]