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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[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[Holy crap can he just...shut her up right now? She is ruining this experience!!! But he's in a chill enough mood not to strike out for once, so be grateful, hooman >:U]

I do not have friends, but I do have "friends." FRIEND AND ENEMY MEAN THE SAME MOTHERFUCKING THING...where I'm all from, you see. [His gaze sort of...trails off somewhere and blanks out. So motherfucking beautiful. This is why he never travels much. He would be the worst driver.]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Or he secretly has a soft spot for Molly. Think about that.]

They are not the same thing! You like your friends and you don't like your enemies! Or has no one ever been your friend before so you think that they're the same as enemies? You can be kinda mean and you shout a lot and say bad words a lot but I'll be your friend if you want! Maybe you'll be nicer then! Yeah, it's decided!

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[no no aaaa no molly stop that. what are feeeeelings!!]

Oh, I like my motherfucking enemies...sometimes. IT SEEMS YOU'RE JUST ALL KICKING THE IGNORANT SHIT AROUND HERE, THINKING YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HUMAN WAYS APPLY TO MINE. Think again, little wriggler.

[But he shows no sign of displeasure or anger as he leans down towards her curiously. There are a strangely large amount of fearless tiny things in this tower and it both confuses and troubles him. This smells like the beginning of a motherfucking uprising! But at the same time, despite his attempts to scare her off and even go as far as threaten her, he thinks maybe more drastic measures need to be taken.

But she's pretty funny, he thinks. She's motherfucking hilarious in that honest, naive sort of way, so maybe he can spare her for a few more hours.]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[diamonds flying everywhere]

Huh? How do you like your enemies? Is it another silly troll thing?

[Molly is allowed to be fearless, she has super strength and invulnerability, remember? So even if he is kind of scary, which he is, she can just remember that she can't be hurt! Or so she thinks.]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[He shorts. Silly troll thing?]

Perhaps it is an aspect of troll relationships that an inferior alien species cannot wrap their motherfucking thinkpans around. NO MATTER, BECAUSE IT'S HARDLY OF ANY MOTHERFUCKING IMPORTANCE.

[Then suddenly he stretches himself out on the ground, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. Oh noooo the powers of the sparkly stars and stuff are even more dizzying at this angle......... he'll be stuck here foreverrrr]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[She kind of just stares at him for a while before laying down next to him and stargazes]

I like that one. [she points to a particularly shiny one]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[He grunts at that, feeling strangely at peace. The room definitely calms him, almost to a dumbed down state, but it really depended on the person that he was sharing his company with.

Then a bright red splotch catches his attention and his face goes slack.]

That bright red motherfucker...

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

It's not red, it's pink! [Jeeze GHB, get your colors right!]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

It all looks motherfucking pink to us down here, BECAUSE THAT SHIT'S MOTHERFUCKING FAR AWAY. Besides, they hardly be any different. One's just paler than the other fucker. [He gestures wildly to the sky with confidence, because his logic is perfect ok]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Do you know a lot about stars?

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[He falls silent for a minute, his mind wandering back to the days of space travelling. Something he didn't really do much of, since he had his duties as the leader of the subjugglators. How else would others find him to report shit if he kept moving around?]

Nah, not really, BUT THINK ABOUT IT. They're all motherfucking around us, so how the fuck can you not know a motherfucking thing or two about those miracles? [Surprisingly chatty and open today, are we, highblood?]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

All I know is that they're in the sky! I guess it's a miracle they don't fall out!

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

There's more miracles where they all motherfucking came from. [And that's where he'll leave the discussion of miracle stars at, and falls completely silent. Then without saying anything, he sits up and gets to his feet slowly.]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Where are you going?

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

Back to the motherfucking respiteblock I all woke up in. DON'T MOTHERFUCKING FOLLOW ME. [He isn't angry or anything, but he's serious molly!!!! Don't follow him!!]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Fine I won't go follow you so you can play with blocks.

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[Confused???? K, time for some schoolfeeding--]

Respite. BLOCK. It's a room where you all get your motherfucking privacy on.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

You mean your bedroom not a room you play with blocks!

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

I can't even be all getting my understanding on about WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK A BEDROOM IS.

[sure the misunderstanding is annoying, but he's grinning at this silly exchange. we can do this allll day, molly human.]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

It's that place where you sleep, duuuuh.

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a motherfucking respiteblock to me.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Again with the blocks!

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

THINK OF IT IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING WAY. DON'T STRESS YOUR PITIFUL THINK PAN TOO MUCH. It's all the same motherfucking thing as what you humans all call a "bedroom", as stupid as that all sounds.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Oh because having a room about blocks where you actually sleep in isn't stupid.

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

...

You ever heard of the word 'block' being all used in a sentence that DOESN'T MEAN WHAT YOU ALL THINK IT ALL MEANS?