not interested in deep conversations

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Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Any
Summary: The Grand Highblood is not amused by the food but whatevs?
Warnings: The Grand Highblood.

It's almost comical how the highblood is hunched over at a table that seems a bit small for him and eating a bowl of oatmeal(????). His face doesn't show his opinions of the sludge, but he doesn't seem to be hating or loving it. Surprisingly neutral, which is saying something if you happened to know the nature of this particular highblood.

He's pretty distracted, so you'll have a 50/50 chance of getting on his good side or his don't-give-a-fuck side. Then again, he is pretty unpredictable.

Do you dare approacheth the grazing adult troll in his not-so-natural habitat?

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[savedbyasong.livejournal.com]

There wern't many people in this tower, and it was pretty big so Shion hadn't seen that many people, he came down for breakfast on his second day and was about to and sit at an empty table when he saw the... Well Shion wasn't sure what it was but it was huge and had horns...

Shion was vagualy aware that he was staring but he was frightened, and facinated and completely confused by the creature in front of him. He just stood there tray in hand and stared.

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The highblood hardly gave the white-haired boy a glance as he continued chewing on the gruel-like substance much like a grazing goat.

"What are you all motherfucking standing there for, human?" There's a strange sort of disinterest in his tone.

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"Oh," Shion smiled and tried to shake himself out of it, after all he shouldn't be staring it really wasn't nice. Nor was judging people on their appearance so he walked forward and sat down opposite the man. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare, you're very tall."

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The highblood watched the boy make his way over oh-so-casually to the table he was seated at and flashed the quickest of grins before letting it fall back into its original chewing motion.

"Most motherfucking astute observation, little human motherfucker." He chuckled, scooping up another spoonful of oatmeal.

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Shion just smiled, "People always tell me I need to be more observant," he grinned and started eating slowly. He didn't know what this person was but there was obviously a lot that Shion didn't know.

"Have you just arrived as well?" His tone was friendly as was his smile.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

Mao dareth.

Well, okay, he's not approachething him. But he's watching from afar, like Demon Steve Irwin, just with bigger hair and lacking relatives with silly names like 'Bindi'. He's gotten relatively used to the trolls by now and has managed to curb his urges to slice them up on an operating table, but he's never seen one this big before, and he can't help but stare. And stare. And stare...

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Even if the highblood could feel the stare boring into his being, he didn't really give it much of a thought. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted some time to himself and food in his stomach. It felt like days since he's eaten, and he'd given himself quite a workout with his most recent...victims.

He turned to finally acknowledge the stare, still chewing slowly despite the lack of need for such actions. It was just sludgy oatmeal, and his teeth weren't exactly made for chewing. There was no other sound as he continued to stare back.

[weirderscience.livejournal.com]

When the Grand Highblood turned around, he'll find Mao smiling, leering almost. He hadn't even touched his food. And the longer he looks at the creature, well... rocket launchers in this one's kneecaps are definitely a possibility.

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That's a strange look. At least, for someone so small and not at all intimidating looking. The highblood never got leers from anyone aside from perhaps a small handful. He could count the exact amount of them on just one hand.

"If you all got something to motherfucking say, SAY IT, MOTHERFUCKER." He stopped eating for now, curious as to what the bespectacled boy would say. His interactions with the humans have varied from Typical to What the Fuck is Going On. Experimenting through small talk seemed like a good idea at the moment.

[entropied]

The Handmaid's frustration is increasing every day. Lord English will arrive here soon, she knows it, thinking she defected and extending her service. The Sufferer and his crew are making negligible progress, if any at all, and being in such a confined space with so many people is driving her crazy. So when she passes the Grand Highblood, the way she sways her hip to bump into him as she walks by may not be entirely coincidental.

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There were certain things the highblood did and did not tolerate. He didn't mind if people yelled things at him or said weird shit, but being straight up rude motherfuckers was one thing he was not down with.

So when the handmaid bumped into him, his arm immediately shot out to grab her. He does not recognize her, but his body was acting purely on instinct

[entropied]

Just the reaction she was looking for. She wrenches her arm away, turning to him. "What?"

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The highblood sneered. She was a lowblood, judging by the dark rusty red eyes. "Can't even motherfucking let an 'excuse me' fly, sister? SHIT'S MANDATORY WHEN IT ALL COMES DOWN TO MANNERS, MOTHERFUCKER."

Yes, like he as room to talk, but this isn't a serious question after all. He's just messing with her.

doot doot

[ocariness]

[ She sure does! After all this rescuing, Link is hungry. But she always walks around armed, however, and always in one of her many tunics. ... Not that it would be easy for Highblood to even TELL her gender, she's far too androgynous. Of course, that said, when she sees the adult troll, she is wary. Dualscar... was not her best first encounter with the race.

She sits nearby, so as to keep an eye on him, checking every now and again to see if he is... willingly causing any trouble. He isn't yet, but you never know, right?

... It's reasonable to say he's probably never seen a Hylian, who, save their pointed ears, are quite human in appearance. Especially one dressed and armed from her quiver and bow to her sword and shield like her. Sure, the Highblood certainly doesn't LOOK like anyone on the side of good, but... she couldn't be sure. After all, the Sheikah were Shadow warriors. Looks could be deceiving. ]

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[It's pretty hard to miss such a bright target. He eyes the Hylian with mild interest as he continues to eat with deliberate slowness. Life sure is strange here, he thinks, since so many aliens and wrigglers frolic around without even so much as a frightened peep at his presence.

Which is...interesting, to say the least. Not something he is at all used to or looking forward to getting used to, but sometimes a bit of peace and quiet is nice. This place certainly changes a lot about a troll, even if it's only for a little while.]

Human. [He states, like he's allowing her permission to speak or act.]

[ocariness]

[ Well, she is certainly not going to be frightened nor intimidated. Wary and cautious, perhaps, but nothing scares the Hero of Time.

Not even such a large adult troll as the Highblood. ]

... You're mistaken. I'm not human.

[ Fearless enough to correct him, in fact. ]

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[He shrugs. Surprise! It's one of his many different reactions to being corrected. He's chill with that noise. His mood isn't so foul that he'll flip his shit over something so trivial, right? Right.]

[Slight impatience in his voice, however:] Then what the motherfuck ARE you?

[cabecilla.livejournal.com]

[He's been vigilant, you know? He's been very careful about checking the rooms he's going into, keeping the stairs in sight at all times, even now that he knows trying to find him is not keeping the Highblood distracted enough to not kill things. Which was a long shot in the first place, but still... It's not like he really wanted to make good on his challenge even despite that!]

[But sometimes you just get lazy, and the daymares have been particularly awful this past little while. He's hungry and tired and banking on a bit of luck coming his way when he wanders into the cafeteria]

[Of course, this is luck which, he forgets quite often, he does not actually have. Hey Highblood, there's a winged lowblood momentarily frozen a step inside the door. What do]

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[You know, it had been pretty peaceful here for a while. The highblood had even considered getting his calm zen state on, but sometimes plans just don't work out like the way you want them to. The moment he sees those unmistakable wings on the back of a troll, his spoon is clattering onto the table and he's gone. Flash stepping is a rarity, not quite needed in most cases, but this particular lowblood is an exception.

Watch out, Summoner. There's a wild mass of hair billowing up in your face as he appears before you in a blink of an eye. Don't worry, he's not attacking you.

Yet.]

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[Well fuck this. He doesn't step back! Somewhat miraculously, really. Even if... stepping back and then... running the hell away would've been the smart plan here. But he has his image to attend to, so he holds his ground, looking up at the Highblood]

[And a second later, his mouth splits into a wide, vicious grin]

Highblood! I was just looking for you...! [...he is quite ready to move his unfortunate self if it turns out the other troll doesn't wanna talk to him right now... aaahaha]

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[His grin matches the shorter troll's and is currently content to just stare down at him with an unnerving gaze. So, this is a troll from his future? A future he will never get to live out now, it seems, and their initial introduction to each other had already confirmed it. It's almost sad, he thinks. He'll never be able to experience the life that the Summoner had witnessed, but he's here now, so that means something.]

You motherfucking sure about that, brother? SEEMS LIKE YOU WERE GETTING YOUR HESITATION ON BY THIS DOOR, about to split, like your motherfucking thinkpan is all gonna be doing soon enough. [But there's still no actual threatening gestures like he had promised. Instead, his eyes flicker to the wings, his growl faltering slightly.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

It wasn't so much that Ivan dared, as Ivan didn't see much of a problem with sitting next to the adult troll. He had seen strange things in the tower--strange things happened every day, and the Grand Highblood might have been the strangest, but it wasn't as if he hadn't seen a troll before. After all one of the people he roomed with was one, albeit a young one whose horns resembled that of a cows. But regardless he settled down next to him, eating his oatmeal without much thought.

WHOA WHOOPS 3RD PERSON /edit

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The highblood seemed to pay little mind to the human to the side of him, but all of his instincts tingled violently at the intrusion. He almost striked out, but instead his eyes just widened to its fullest and stared down at him.

"You could have easily become a motherfucking shit stain where you all motherfucking sit, human."

It's okay! C: I didn't even notice. Haha. xD

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

The Russian looked back at the other, pausing with his spoon part of the way to his mouth, brows furrowing slightly, and it took him a moment to decipher what the troll had said in the first place--really he was swearing worse than America--but still that didn't really help him see the problem.

"Chto?" There was a pause then, "Human? Ah, not so much. Nation. Though I am not sure they are having those where you are from."

;u; hehehe

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This human, er, nation had a strange sounding accent. Definitely something he found amusing, so that just won Russia some funny points with the highblood.

"Sure doesn't all sound like a fucking thing that we have," agreed the highblood, relaxing a little. "CARE TO MOTHERFUCKING EXPLAIN?"