staring into oblivion

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone who dares to join
Setting: Floor 12
Format: Any
Summary: The Grand Highblood is fascinated by spaaaaaaaace.
Warnings: The Grand Highblood.

The eight foot (give and take a foot or so) or so lumbering mass of a troll had taken his wanderings to the staircase, curious of his surroundings (he didn't even bother changing out of that ridiculous white suit yet). He had conquered many planets and galaxies in his lifetime, but there had never been a place with such an odd tower that contained the illusion of space so motherfucking well. The whole point of this was to see just how many floors this thing had and what they were like, but he became quite attached to this floor in it's Space-y glory.

He is quite aware of the fact that he's "trapped," but he honestly has no intentions of escaping right now. Her Imperious Condescension was here, among many other trolls that were in dire need of keeping the motherfuck in line. It was fine. Everything's motherfucking fine, as long as he can just....sit.... in this motherfucking room..........

"Motherfucking miracles."

A phrase he hasn't exclaimed out loud in a long while. He sits and watches the destruction of planets and the sparkling debris they leave behind. It's a rare moment of calm for the usually violent and active troll.

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[gentle-souldier.livejournal.com]

[Saw the troll. Met other trolls. After meeting more than one troll who didn't try to kill him, he's under the assumption that they're not so bad.

Forgive the naive little guy as he comes to sit next to the troll, glancing up at the man before focusing his attention on the illusions.]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[The Highblood barely notices, seeing as how the little guy is so tiny. He's just staring and staring and staring until his gaze goes downwards and--

Oh.

Hey there, little thing. Not a troll, not a "human"....at least, he thinks it's not human. Either way, he's a little baffled at the little one's courage. Who dares to sit next to the Grand Highblood without even so much as an announcement?]

You are either extremely motherfucking brave, or REAL MOTHERFUCKING STUPID.

[gentle-souldier.livejournal.com]

[Jumps nearly a foot into the air at that, flopping and adjusting his hat before answering sheepishly:] W-Why do you say that? Um... I just thought the lights were pretty........ Does that make me stupid? But... you were looking too...................

..... U-Uh...... Did you want to be alone.......... mister?

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[He continued to stare at the strange...thing. It had black skin, glowing eyes, a wriggler-esque body type, and a large ridiculous hat. What in the motherfucking world was it? He should ask. Satiate his curiosity. But at the same time, who the fuck has time for questions? Well... actually, he did have time. Plenty of it. -- Also, he ignores the thing's question. The Grand Highblood don't have to answer to no one's shit! >:o)]

You have not been motherfucking schoolfed in the natures of trolls or the motherfucking subjugglators, so your stupidity is MOTHERFUCKING JUSTFIED. It's all motherfucking good. I CAN DEAL WITH THAT NOISE.

[He leans forward, almost too close, and...sniffs. Whoa, OK, yeah. Not a smell he's all used to. He makes a brief face of disgust, then leans back again to watch him through squinted eyes.]

I shall begin a series of motherfucking questions for you all get your spongestorm on, STRANGE WRIGGLER. Are you MOTHERFUCKING READY?

[gentle-souldier.livejournal.com]

[A lot of that just flew over his head. He's pretty sure he's just been called stupid at least. And he's swearing a lot. Grumbes quietly:] I'm not stupid......................

[Hey, he can take out an Adamantoise alone, and compared to those, this troll's tiny! .......... Is what he's trying to convince himself, but he finds himself flinching a bit at the troll sniffing him. Once the troll's not all up in his peresonal space Vivi squints his eyes right on back at the giant, hands clutching his staff protectively as he answers:] I don't wriggle and I don't carry sponges. But I'll answer your questions.

... But could you tell me your name first? Please?

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Whoaaa, you're even bigger in person. [says the tiny little girl who is under 5 feet tall] Are you gonna get bigger?

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[The small voice cuts through his calm like an arrow, and he reels around towards her. Well, mostly staring down at her wildly. His eyes appear redder than usual as he leans forward so that they're eye-level.

And totally ignores her question.]

You are the chatty little motherfucker, AREN'T YOU?

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

And you're mister potty mouth! [she waves in his face, what is fear] Whatcha lookin' at?

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles lowly, baring all of his needle sharp teeth.]

Do you not see the motherfucking miracles of life and death in this very motherfucking room? [He gestures dramatically -- it almost looked as if he was going to back hand her at first -- into the sky, then back down again.]

IT IS SPACE, LITTLE GIRL. Motherfucking endless space, contained in a single floor. IT'S A MOTHERFUCKING GREAT ILLUSION, BUT STILL AN ILLUSION NONE THE FUCKING LESS.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

I like space too. It's cool and one of my best friends is from there! She's an alien and she can fly and is shiny and she has a girlfriend who is sometimes a boyfriend but she likes when it's her girlfriend who can shapeshift because he's from space too. Do you have alien friends too? Is that why you like space?

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo came up onto floor twelve and heard the words, he frowned at the swearing and then forgot about it as he gasped looking up at the huge troll. He was so tall! Taller than all the adults here! Romeo didn't say anything, he just stared, mouth open.

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

The Grand Highblood had great peripheral vision, but when he was distracted, he was distracted. In fact, he didn't even notice the little boy until a bright explosion caught his attention, where he promptly looked down and narrowed his eyes.

"A human wriggler." Was all he said, in his raspy hushed voice, as he turned around completely in his sitting position to address the intruder properly. He didn't grin or attack. Just stared.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo frowned, he had learnt from Psiioniic and Kanaya that a wriggeler meant a baby in troll language! And he was not a baby!

He pulled a face. "I'm not a wriggeler sir!" He told the troll, "I'm five and a half sweeps!" He knew that meant eleven in troll years.

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The Grand Highblood let out a roar of laughter, slapping his knee comically and everything. Such audacity, and a sort of bright-eyed fearless innocence that he oh so loved very much. He loved crushing that sort of innocent and brave spirit.

"FIVE AND A HALF SWEEPS! Nah, you're definitely a motherfucking wriggler, at best, little human. SEEMS LIKE YOU GOT THE CONVERSION KNOW-HOW ON TROLL AGES. Who did you all learn that noise from?" His teeth gleamed, even in the dimly lit room covered in stars.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo blinked at the laughter but the troll didn't seem angry, nor did he make a move to hurt Romeo so Romeo figured he wasn't mad. He didn't like being called a wriggler though, but the shouting was a little scary so he didn't complain again just answered the questions.

"I know lots of trolls. I think it was Kanaya who told me about sweeps sir. Do you know her?"

[2toadstoolsdown.livejournal.com]

[ Rory's generally the one looking down to talk to others so this is a refreshing and vaguely terrifying change. he had been exploring the tower, interested in what it had to offer and he'd stumbled upon this floor, as it were. ]

[ he's careful as he steps up, careful but also very very curious. what an odd creature! it's like something out of a movie. ]

Miracles? [ he can't help it. ]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[It's an automatic answer, one that the highblood wasn't exactly anticipating. He just heard a word ending in an inquiring tone, and he answered without thinking! What is this room doing to his senses?!?!

He swivels around and slams his giant palm down onto the spacey ground -- it's still solid, after all -- just inches from Rory's nose.

WHO MOTHERFUCKING GOES THERE? Heh heh.

[2toadstoolsdown.livejournal.com]

[ Rory lets out the most hilarious of squeaks and practically collapses to the floor, scuttling out of range. WHY THE RAGE WHY. ]

No one! Just-- just me! [ PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM? ]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[There is no reason for his rage, sorry, kid. Just a motherfucking reflex! His hand still on the ground, he leans forward to follow the human, teeth bared. Honestly? He's just fucking with ya. For now.]

And just who is motherfucking "ME", WRIGGLER HUMAN?

[2toadstoolsdown.livejournal.com]

[ CHRIST ]

Rory! My name's Rory! I was just-- I thought the--

[gam8lignants.livejournal.com]

[Yeah so she was gonna explore this floor but n o p e she's heading back for the stairs.]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[Don't think he didn't notice you scurrying off! With surprising speed for such a hulking creature, he swipes at the back of her shirt to try and snatch her up into the air.]

[gam8lignants.livejournal.com]

[WELP this sure is embarassing as fuck. She's like a goddamn kitten hanging out of mamacats mouth here bro.]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her, unamused, and nope not letting her down yet no matter how much she struggles. In fact, if she struggles too much, he's going to dig his claws into her back just a little. Just a pinch of pressure to warn her that he can rip right through her if he wanted to, which can literally be any fucking time.]

If it isn't Mindfang of the tiny motherfucking wriggler variety!

[gam8lignants.livejournal.com]

[She'll go a bit limp in response, face unamused.]

Yup, that's me. Wriggler Mindfang.