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.

Comments

[gentle-souldier.livejournal.com]

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?

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[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.

[gentle-souldier.livejournal.com]

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

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

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.]

[gentle-souldier.livejournal.com]

...................... Um. Th-thank you... I-I guess? [Stares right on back. The troll's kind of scary, but... Vivi's kind of growing used to him, and might even be starting to like the giant.

Or maybe it's morbid fascination.]

C-Can we we be friends then? [Head tilt, hat flop.]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, considering this seriously for once.]

Lose the motherfucking stuttering. THEN WE'LL TALK.

[gentle-souldier.livejournal.com]

[Nods, takes a breath.] Okay.

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

Think you can be kickin' the motherfucking wicked habit when you're all conversing with the Grand Highblood? [His voice carries a hint of amusement, as if he thinks Vivi can't do it.]