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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[ocariness]

[ Usually, she hates her personal bubble being invaded. She expected this, and is still on guard. At any given moment she is ready to draw her sword (clearly a bow would be unwise, not against someone so large), ready for a fight.

Link remains calmly where she is, her voice even. Her posture shows no sign of fear... and if there is any? It's not on the conscious level, because there is very little she fears. When she replies, it's coolly. ]

... Is it not? Then you presume that those who oppose you will all end up the same way, I see.

[ She will not. Even if that is the case, she will go down fighting. ]

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[He lets out a rumbling laugh, narrowing his eyes until they're just slits and remains all up in her personal bubble. He can sense her courage, and she's not anything like the rebels he's faced. Rebels were rowdy, untrained, and full of passion and fear. She seemed extremely calm, and strong, and while passionate for good and justice, there's something different about her. It's like she knows she can back up her claims, and that's just fine by the highblood.]

Eventually. I do not always motherfucking rush a good thing, you know? AND I KNOW A GOOD THING WHEN I SEE ONE... [He moves around behind her like a stalking wolf, keeping the circle tight but making sure not to touch. He wouldn't want to set her off somehow prematurely. Nope, no rush here. He can be patient.]

[ocariness]

[ Hah. Oh, she can be rash at times, but those are generally few and far between. She's trained herself to be calm and collected; being scared easily and being able to wield that blade well is what makes her worthy of her title. She watches him out of the corner of her eye, expression neutral.

She realizes, of course, that this is quite predatory, but it would hardly be the first time she'd encountered such a situation. Usually, though, the monsters aren't speaking. ]

... I have no intention of falling to anyone, much less those here, at any point.

[ Because she had to return to finish Ganondorf off for good. She had to. Still, she has no reason to prove herself to him--she feels it unnecessary, because she is plenty capable and she knows it and this is not a contest where only money is at stake. ]

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Hey, even if you all did, haven't you motherfucking heard? YOU DON'T STAY DEAD. It's all like a miracle and a huge motherfucking joke all rolled into ONE.

[He stops circling her, looming over her from behind like a deformed monstrous shadow. It seems his analysis of her is over, and he takes a seat on a nearby tabletop.]