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

[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?

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Uhhh it could mean street too! But we don't have any of those either!

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

Must I explain such an elementary fucking concept to you, girl? BLOCKS CAN BE ALL USED TO DESCRIBE A MOTHERFUCKING ROOM. Haven't you all heard of cellblocks? Shits just a collection of motherfucking cells, much like the respiteblock, we got collections of motherfucking rooms within said block.

ROOMS WITHIN MOTHERFUCKING ROOMS. The concept is lost on you, I can all tell, so we gotta be all delving motherfucking further into this mess of an explanation.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Oooooh that makes sense! Thanks for explaining it to make sense! [all smiles]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[Fights the urge to roll his eyes. He leans back with a gruff sigh. At least he didn't have to go deeper. That is, into the explanation.]

Sometimes I get to be thinking that I'm too motherfucking nice. CONSIDER YOURSELF MOTHERFUCKING LUCKY. [despite the volume, there's little bite behind his words]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

You should be nicer!

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, like he's actually considering this, and says--]

Nahhh.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[so much pouting. so. much.]

[highbloods.livejournal.com]

Don't see what I all gotta.