towerofanimus | not interested in deep conversations

Entry tags:

not interested in deep conversations

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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That's a lot of questions. Lots of questions he didn't even know all the answers to, but hey, he can at least answer one of them for now, if after a long unsettling pause.

"ME? I've been getting real motherfucking cozy in this place. NOT BAD FOR A MYSTERY, IF YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASK ME." There probably were a lot of things to do, if he looked hard enough. As for being saved, well, he didn't really give a shit about the details. He had barely even noticed the letter, though giving it a quick once over after eating seemed like a good idea.

"Maybe throwing your motherfucking inquiries into a box that all knows the surroundings better should HELP YOU THE FUCK OUT MORE THAN ME, HEH."

Edited 2011-12-12 13:47 (UTC)

Shion continued smiling through the awkward silence, the random shouting was still unerving but Shion was figuring out the pattern, and beginning to anticipate when the creature was going to shout.

"I guess! I always get told I ask too many questions." Another smile. "Do you think there is such a box? You'd think our rescuers would be around somewhere, so that we can speak to them. If they really have saved us I mean..."

The highblood cackled at the somewhat oblivious-to-vague-metaphors kid and reached out with a clawed finger to jab him in the chest. Not to hurt him, of course, but just being his usual invading-privacy-and-jabbing-things self.

"MOTHERFUCKER, GET IT THROUGH YOUR SPONGE," he bellowed before letting out a sigh (that sounded more like a coarse wheezing sound) into a normal speaking voice. "They're pulling the motherfucking wool over our ocular orbs. WHO THE FUCK KNOWS, RIGHT? But give it some fucking time. NO USE IN LOSING OUR MOTHERFUCKING COOL OVER TRIVIAL SHIT." Despite all the yelling, he looked quite calm.

Shion didn't seem to be bothered by the jabbing, he was used to people randomly invading his personal space because he was being slow. He nodded though, "Yeah I guess if they rescued us they might still be rescuing others, and might not want to be disturbed. We have to be patient, you're right!"

"Of course I'm motherfucking right," he replied. "YOU SURE THEY BE ALL DOING WHAT THEY SAY THEY'RE DOING? There are motherfucking doubts coming up to the surface here. MOTHERFUCKERS COULD BE LIARS."

Not that he really cared. His 'homeland' was hardly his homeland anymore, and the places he resided in were just plants that were conquered and was put under his jurisdiction. He had no personal attachments to any of them. They were just places to eat, sleep, play, and work.

"Why would they lie though," he regretted the sentance the moment it left his mouth, he was always being told he thought too well of people. There were lots of reasons to lie to them, but... if they were wanting to do them harm then why save them in the first place?

"I guess you could be right, I am not sure what they would gain from lying though..."

"You're not all supposed to motherfucking know what they're all fucking plotting and scheming! THAT DEFEATS THE MOTHERFUCKING PURPOSE OF LYING. Ulterior motives are all supposed to be the most cryptic, if any old dimwitted wriggler with motherfucking slime for a thinkpan could be all figuring it out right the fuck now...THEN FUCK, NONE OF US WOULD ALL BE IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING SITUATION, NOW WOULD WE?"

Whoops, his tongue just went all off on its own there, now didn't it? He didn't mind though. It's OK to ramble on about your worries now and then. Right? Whatever, this kid seemed a little dense anyway, so it doesn't matter.

Shion blinked, "Oh... yeah I guess that makes sense," he grinned. "I guess then we have to hope they are not lying."

The highblood snorted. "Then again, it doesn't motherfucking matter at all what they all do now. WE'RE LEFT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING DARK. They outsmarted us somehow and motherfucking locked us up in this miracle tower with technology beyond our motherfucking imagination." He paused, not exactly worried about the kid trying to keep up with his trainwreck of thoughts.

"THEN AGAIN. It's only a matter of motherfucking time..." He trailed off, leaning towards the boy with no particular purpose.

Shion blinked at the onslaught of words he leant back only a little and waited, when no other words came he asked, "A matter of time until what?"

"You know...WHEN THEY MOTHERFUCKING DIE. I assure you, little wriggler, that it will all happen." He grinned, gesturing vaguely at things in the air like it was some casual conversation. Please, excuse his disproportionately large hand as it just swings through the air, barely clipping at Shion's hair.

Shion didn't seem to bothered by the waving hands, even if they were huge. He did frown though, "I hope you don't mean that you are planning to kill them..." He said, his voice quiet but serious.

"Me? HEH HEH, I CAN ONLY MOTHERFUCKING WISH," he mused, rubbing his chin. "It'd be all like a motherfucking honor, if what everyone here's been all spouting off about them. IT'S ALL JUST A MOTHERFUCKING BAD JOKE, YOU KNOW?"

The highblood looked almost like he was sulking, and leaned against his arm which was now propped up on top of the table.

Shion blinked, it took a while to decode what the troll was saying but after a moment he asked, "What have people been saying?"

"Nah, shit like they're motherfucking invincible," sighed the highblood, rolling his eyes, "untouchable, invisible to the naked fucking eye. They be all watching you, and can perform nasty motherfucking miracles on us without us even all knowing! INSANE. WORST JOKE I EVER FUCKING HEARD."

Yes, he realized he was unloading all his frustrations on a wriggler, but he had to do it some time, right? It wasn't a trigger-happy killing mood right now, which meant Shion was one lucky son of a bitch.

"Miracles? I don't understand." Was he saying the people could watch them, without being seen or known. And somehow harm them without them knowing as well?

Being in a place where everything was controlled by mostly unseen people was nothing knew to Shion, but...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

not interested in deep conversations

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

wow look at all my typos in the last tag!!!! plants = planets

Tis okay I figured GHB wasn't a flower fairy :P

asjdksdsd

Re: asjdksdsd

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

oops it was probably hard to understand because i missed a couple words in there orz;;;

naw it was fine, Shion's just.... dense