who: the grand highblood + you, you lucky dog!
what: GHB is taking a pleasant little stroll
where: In the plaza
style: doesn't matter
The Grand Highblood doesn't make a huge habit of grabbing foreign objects and placing them on his head, but he's a curious one at heart and the complacency of Vatheon doesn't help one bit. His cave has been sort of infiltrated by a certain vampire by the name of Marceline who comes by now and then to drop off plush shark toys or something, so he assumes its her doing. The thought that maybe it's a curse does come up, but he's too drowsy upon wakening to really care. Besides, it's just a hat, right?
It's nestled between his two large spiraling horns, wreathed by his wild black mane, a symbol of a gentleman, greatly contrasting with his image as a whole: a black top hat. A rich purple satin ribbon is wrapped snugly around it, which appealed to him and was probably one of the reasons he felt compelled to place it on his head. Anyone who sees him whether they know him or not would find it quite the comical spectacle.
When someone runs into him in the plaza, he's still walking through the bustling crowds like he always does- a look of disgust on his face, holding his posture high and intimidating. In his hand is an apple which has been half-devoured in one bite, and if you meet him later on in the day, you'll see that his hands have made their way behind his back, clasped and slight rigidness to his step.
who: ghb + anyone
when: may 9, evening around 7-ish
where: in the water, close to the harbor
style: doesn't matter
The mosasaurus will find that the Grand Highblood is no easy prey. While smaller than the creature, the highblood has taken down larger beasts, though this will be the first time he's ventured underwater to do so. It doesn't make him nervous per se; he's been spending a good chunk of his time putting the Zora's tunic that Zelda made for him to good use, swimming and getting adjusted to the oppressive pressure of the sea.
It's mostly to try and cure his boredom. The highblood still hasn't completely adjusted to being somewhat forcefully peaceful and stagnant.
He ventures out into the deeper water, and while he is capable of breathing underwater, he instead treads water steadily, keeping his head over the water. It's not so far out that he can't hear anyone sitting out on the pier so if anyone happens to be there, they could easily strike up a conversation with him. For now, his plan isn't to go charging in blindly to fight a monster that's more agile underwater than he is.
"Clubs are motherfucking useless underwater..." A couple of large clubs of various sizes and material are tossed out onto the deck from his sylladex, some landing a little too heavily and creating little splintering dents into the wood.
ghb + youwhen:
the plaza - he'll be wandering around, mostly to get something to eat.style:
The highblood doesn't have anything to hide. It doesn't matter what changes about him, as long as it's not hazardous or troublesome to himself. For instance, if his hair was so long that he'd trip over it, or he was so bloody shit-faced that he couldn't walk straight - things that would never happen to him unless by some miracle, Vatheon decided to bestow onto him these bizarre qualities.( Read more... )
Who: Edward and Everyone
Where: The central Plaza
Style: Starting Action, also like prose if you prefer.
Status: Open to all to suffer the perils of avoiding lava.
[There is a small bit of a commotion in the plaza today. It seems a certain gangly 13-year-old has taken to climbing on, over, and around various objects in the Plaza. Tables, chairs, plants even smaller parts of the coral are being as objects to be climbed on as she is working her way from one end of the plaza to the other. She even at one point jumps on the back of one of the residents of the bubble, before jumping to a nearby table. Those checking to see what the crazy girl is up to, will notice a message scrawled on the ground all over the plaza.
[Following her, as usual, is her small brown corgi, Ein. He seems to be immune to the effects of the floor lava.
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who: the grand highblood + you... all of you!
when: whenever during curse week, mid-afternoon
status: OPEN to everyone - like, every motherfucker can decide to get stuck to him if they want.
It's those rare moments that the hghblood lets himself out of the cave, whether it be for food or for company, it doesn't matter. He's not one to be alone all the time, still not used to it, and enjoys talking, so whether he realizes it or not - getting out of the cave is imperative to his (in)sanity. It's not like he's all that dangerous...well, sort of? He's still a capricious thing, and as long as he doesn't kill anyone, it's all gravy, right?
So the highblood is wandering about the plaza, scaring off people or getting strange looks, but receiving the nourishment that he's searching for. As long as nobody gives him trouble, then nobody gets hurt. Yes, no troubles at all....
Who: Darkleer, the Grand Highblood, and a certain unconscious Summoner "Not Appearing In This Film" Lysunder
When: Tuesday, sometime in the mid-morning
Where: Initially Darkleer's room, moving out
Style: Whatever style
Status: Closed, warning for blood and sexual stuff
Despite his dedication, Darkleer was still a troll and full of all his organic body weaknesses. As much as he tried, he couldn't stay by Summoner's side completely 24/7. He certainly gave it the good old college attempt, of course, but, well, a troll had needs. Eventually, he had to leave just for a few minutes.
Zelda had used her magic on his respite block. He had his robots. What could go wrong?
It turned out a lot.
He's still wiping his hands when he's suddenly aware of Zelda's alarm going off, and he rushes to his room as quick as he can, but no- the bed is disturbed, his window open, and Summoner gone.
Darkleer doesn't waste any time in rushing out the window to try and see if he can spot the direction to go.