towerofanimus | staring into oblivion

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staring into oblivion

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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[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.

[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?

[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?

[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?

[The Grand Highblood clutches at his chest, laughing loudly in that distinctively distorted honking sound.]

No, no, little wriggler! YOU CAN'T BE ALL ASKING FOR A NAME AROUND HERE. But if you must know, you may call me The Grand Highblood. IT'S WHAT I GO BY NOW, MOTHERFUCKER, I HARDLY EVEN CARE ABOUT MY OLD NAME, YOU KNOW?

[He leaves it at that then clears his throat to start the line of questions, then regards the staff with some curiosity. In his mind, anything and everything can be a weapon, and underestimating leads to embarrassing ends, so he keeps a wary watch on it. Other than that, he's highly amused. How much will he learn from this little thing before he disposes of him? He'll just have to find out.]

What the motherfuck are you?

[Looks majorly freaked out at the laughter, but answers the shouting with a mild:] ... My name's Vivi. Pleased to meet you.

[He tilts his head at the question and answers simply:] I'm a black mage. Are you a troll, Mr. Grand Highblood?

[Vivi. Short, adorable, and easy to remember. He laughs again, this time at the "Mister" tacked onto the beginning of his title. A title on top of a title! How hilarious!]

That's real good, little Vivi. YOU'RE A BLACK MAGE, WHATEVER THAT ALL MOTHERFUCKING MEANS, and you got some familiarity with trolls then, I see, if you can at least motherfucking recognize one when you all set your ocular organs on one! [A beat.] SECOND! What do you all be knowing about motherfucking trolls?

[He's having as hard a time understanding this trollas he did with Quina - that's saying something!] Um... not much. I've only met a few here.

[Craaaaaaaaanes his head up to try and judge if Grand Highblood's horns are as big as or bigger than Summoner's.] One told me that your horns grow bigger as you grow older - are you really old?

[He brings he hand to his chest, making a mock attempt at a regal pose and grins.]

Guilty as motherfucking charged. I AM PRETTY MOTHERFUCKING OLD. But I still got plenty of miracles of life left in this body, seeing as I am a highblood. THE HIGHEST OF THE LAND DWELLERS. [They're not quite as wide/large as the Summoner's, but they are extremely wavy and tall. In ways, they are equal, but the Summoner wins by a hair.]

We are also vicious and get our motherfucking harsh on the higher we are. SO YOU SEE? I AM THE MOTHERFUCKING HIGHEST. I should be all staring at the motherfucking floor through a hole in your motherfucking chest, Black Mage Vivi.

[He speaks in a very conversational tone, if you can ignore the extreme fluctuations.]

[Squeaks and puts a hand over his chest, as if expecting a hole to be there.] U-Um, could you... not... do that please?

[Technically he's got no heart or vital organs, BUT HE DOESN'T WANT TO FIND OUT WHAT'LL HAPPEN IF A HOLE IS MADE IN HIS CHEST.]

[He makes a choking sound, which is actually him trying to stifle a laugh, but he can't do it. His loud barking laugh reverberates throughout the room and he reaches out to tap the funny looking hat in an affectionately creepy gesture.]

Calm the motherfuck down, little man. IF I ALL WANTED TO BE PUNCHING HOLES IN YOU, I WOULD ALREADY HAVE MOTEHRFUCKING DONE SO! Third.

[He pauses. It's not like he had thought of the questions beforehand or anything. Everything is always on the fly with the subjugglator.]

...

[Squawks and adjusts his hat before tilting his head to the side, staring with big eyes.] .... Third?

[He rubs his chin and frowns, trying to think of a question.

Ok, let's not think too hard about it:] Third question is... WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK IS A BLACK MAGE?

[Stares.] Um... Me? [Spreads arms in an almost 'ta-da' gesture, minus the flamboyancy. HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THIS PROPERLY-!]

U-Uh... Black mages are dolls made using Mist- um, a kind of... mist... that spawns monsters and stuff like that... - and originally we were just soulless soldiers to make up armies using black magic. Oh, but a lot of us woke up and either ran away from the army or were saved like I was by my Grandpa.

............ Does that explain it a bit? [Clasps hands, unsure if what he said was understandable or not.]

[He cocks his head to the side, listening to the black mage stutter and ramble through his explanation. While it was all motherfucking fine and dandy, that wasn't exactly the kind if information he was expecting.]

All right brother, just hold the motherfuck up. THE KIND OF MOTHERFUCKING SHIT I'M INTERESTED IN IS OF THE ABILITIES AND DOING SHIT VARIETY. Can you even motherfucking defend your helpless cotton-stuffed excuse of a motherfucking body? I KNOW THAT IF YOU'VE MADE IT THIS MOTHERFUCKING FAR IN LIFE, you gotta schoolfeed yourself a few tricks!

[Gives him a 'Look' that says 'why didn't you say so?' - before slowly answering evasively:] I can... cast some spells.

[His face remains exactly the same, a single muscle on his face not even betraying his current curious emotions.]

Show me.

[Opens his mouth to object.... And then decides it might be better just to appease the giant troll. Standing, he sets his staff down, figuring just a small spell ought to be enough.

With a deep breath, he holds his hands open in front of him, concentrates, and let's a small ball of fire gather before quickly puffing it out of existence.

Best not to set fire to the tower..... For now.] I-Is that enough?

[He blinks at the sudden burst of blame. There's a couple beats of silence where he's just blinking down at Vivi. When he speaks again, there's genuine curiosity, with a hint of impatience.]

That all you motherfucking got?

[Scratches his head.] I just... don't want to break anything by accident?

Break anything? MOTHERFUCKER, we're in an empty shell of a motherfucking room that is projecting illusions of FUCKING SPACE! THERE'S NOTHING TO ALL BREAK.

[But he's not really gonna force him to do a demonstration. More like, he thinks it's a given that a flashier demonstration should be done without all that work on his part.]

I-I guess... Hmm... [Steps away from the troll and moves around, using his staff to tap at the ground to see how far it goes. Seeing as how the room does seem to be endless, he returns to the Grand Highblood and stands next to him.] J-Just one spell okay?

[Takes a breath and holds the staff in both hands, rainbow lights spinning around his feet as he sways the staff around before thrusting it into the air to release the spell. At first nothing happens, then red lights begin to appear in the ground before them before scorching through and erupting into a gigantic tower of fire before gradually vanishing into bright red smoke.

Couging slightly - closed spaces, not very good for ventilating the smoke - Vivi glances up at the troll - he's still towering over the boy when sitting while the mage is standing.] U-Um... was that okay?

[Oh man, look at all those motherfucking colors-- OK, he snaps out of his trance, which to an outsider just looks like a normal stare, once the spell vanishes into smoke. He's very quiet, just kind of staring at Vivi, even when he asks a question.

It almost seems like he's ignoring him until he speaks again, voice low and appreciative.]

Pretty motherfucking breathtaking, little motherfucker. FIRE OUT OF MOTHERFUCKING NOWHERE. Now that shit's magical.

[Beams.] R-Really? You liked it?

Yeah, I all motherfucking decided now that I won't try to MOTHERFUCKING KILL YOU. Because I motherfucking liked it.

[He slouches comfortably, massive arms slowly crossing over his chest and staring down at the small mage. Imagine, such a tiny thing has the power to conjure up great balls of fire! That's motherfucking impressive.]

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