staring into oblivion

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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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"Talking is all sorts of motherfucking hopeless, little motherfucker," cooed the Grand Highblood, keeping his grip constant. Not any tighter, nor any looser. He almost let go, finding the fight in this little wriggler to be kind of cute, but his culling instincts were strong. Whether they were human or troll, his need to cull particularly peppy wrigglers was hard to suppress.

"YOU WERE A FUNNY KID, I ALMOST LIKED YOU. But some shit just don't motherfucking change, you know?" Then his grip started tightening, eager to squeeze the life out of the boy.

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Romeo continued to try and pry the hands from his neck, but it was making him tired and he was dizzy and couldn't breathe very well never mind speak. He didn't know why the troll was being so horrible, but Romeo thought that he was probably just a bad person who wanted to kill him.

He started to cry despite himself even though he was trying his best to be brave. The worst thing was he would just wake up back in the tower, and he wouldn't go to heaven and see Alfredo. He finally stopped scrabling with his hands though he kept kicking when he had enough strength to.

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The highblood didn't speak after that. He just narrowed his eyes until they were mere slits as he watched the boy struggle wildly at first, then his strength fade gradually. The troll wasn't even really grinning anymore, just silently waiting for Romeo to suffocate to death, watching intently like this death would reveal something miraculous to him.

He lowered the boy into his lap like his arms were starting to get tired or something, but still wringing the boy's neck tightly.

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Finally Romeo stopped kicking, his vision went blurry as he was lowered onto the trolls knee, he didn't even have enough breath to cry anymore. He just stared up with terrified confused eyes before they glazed over and he went still.

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With one last final squeeze, he tossed the boy's lifeless body onto the floor and grumbled to himself. He was seriously considering fashioning a club or something out of anything that this tower had to offer, but this room was bare. He wanted to make a mess, but at the same time, he thought this would OK. There were plenty of other red-blooded humans that would satiate his curiosity and amusement.

He hesitated for a moment, then after battling with himself internally, he crouched over Romeo's body and scratched a long gash down an arm. Yup, pretty red. It flowed bright against the boy's pale skin.

Satisfied, the highblood trudged on over to a different spot on the floor and continued to stargaze.