[ ♑ ] This is not a bath house

[grandhighblood]

who: grand highblood + you

when: afternoon almost evening

where: the lake inside the forest [south-east quadrant]

style: any is fine

status: open

The highblood had spent a good chunk of his time after various events such as Summoner's death, Summoner's return, that scuffle with Darkleer, his own death by Darkleer's hands, just wandering off on his own. He didn't let anyone see him come or leave, and if they did, they obviously didn't bother him enough for him to care. As neglectful as he is of himself on a regular basis, he became even more so during this time and it led up to a point that even the highblood himself couldn't keep letting it go on as such.

It's one thing to look intimidatingly furious and unkept, but it's a whole 'nother thing looking like some kind of homeless feral creature. So to remedy this problem, he saunters on over to the nearest body of water and just slowly submerges himself underwater wearing only the minimal amount of clothing (meaning just his underwear -- yes, the one with his symbol on it). Not that he ever really wore that much to begin with these days, usually forgoing shirts regardless of the time and place. He remains under for a couple of minutes before the large spiraling dark red-to-orange-and-yellow horns slowly rise up through the clear surface, his massive amount of hair floating around him like kelp as it stuck to his hulking body while more of it emerges. It's quite a sight, really.

Talk to him? Try and wash his hair properly instead of how he's just making it worse by not properly shampooing and conditioning? Join him? >;o)

> What will you do?

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> Darkleer: Be disgusted

[aim_exorable]

Also, must you wear your sign right there on your crotch. It is revolting. You are revolting. He is considering killing you again since drowning is so tempting an option.

However, in all honesty, Darkleer hadn't meant to stumble across the Highblood. Ever since their... last face-to-face encounter, he has been doing his best to avoid the other troll. It was truly the safest thing to do and something he had already been doing to begin with. Equius and Gamzee already had dealt enough with this wretched beast. If he continued to interact with him anymore, then he could possibly drag his loved ones into danger. Summoner had already said he had him under control, more or less, and while Darkleer wasn't pleased with that agreement either... Well, he had to simply put some faith and trust in his matesprit.

His matesprit being the reason he is venturing into the forest, as a matter of fact.

With the passing weeks of personal stress, the loss of Mindfang and Psiioniic, dealing with Disciple, everything, Darkleer often finds himself tired when he does not do his best to keep busy. Gamzee and Equius make him smile, of course, but there is only so much the two boys can do. Summoner makes him light up in a way that is different, and they both know they need to make the most of what time they have here. So that is what he is looking forward with a spark of hope in his chest...

Which is promptly extinguished as he comes across this wet disaster.

Immediately, Darkleer wrinkles his nose in distaste and gives a slight sneer. "What are you doing?"

>:o)

[grandhighblood]

Why you starin' at his crotch, Darkleer, hm? Answer me that.

The highblood hardly reacts to his uninvited guest's appearance, merely turning his head slightly in his direction as he stands there dripping wet, water up to the middle of his thighs. He pushes back a heavy chunk of his hair over his shoulder, peeling away the strands from his face just enough to be comfortable and he grins devilishly at him, every single tooth bared.

"Sure are a motherfucking unperceptive shitblood if I ever all did see one," he replies in that low and grating voice that he always starts off with. "What's it all motherfucking LOOK like?" Then he gives the water a violent slap with his huge hand, snickering at him.

He did not expect visitors to drop in unannounced, and most certainly not during his baths, but it's not as if he had anything to hide or was ashamed of being look upon while he was in nothing but his underwear. But the fact that it was Darkleer of all people annoys him greatly, easily noted by the sneer on his fact that keeps changing between that and a grin.

BC

[aim_exorable]

It is kind of hard to miss being the only spot of color amongst all that gray and black. Also you need to do your laundry, you bum, those are hideous.

Old habit has him bristling and swallowing back a lump in his throat at the reference to his blood. That has always been a constant, even if his recent rebellion against the highblood is a new development. All those sweeps of reinforcement that his blood was worth so much, such a valuable commodity... And this beast, this wretched thing which laid amongst rotting corpses and blood, he called him as if he were so much lower.

It almost seems petty and pathetic, really, when he thinks about it. Summoner has no doubt had to deal with so much worse. All lowbloods did. Still, still, hearing this say it grates at him like nothing else.

"It appears," he says stiffly, "that you are wading about in filthy water in a sad pantomime of a bath. However, in order for it to be a bath, you would actually have to take steps to clean yourself."

>Bo)

[grandhighblood]

Laundry? What is this...laundry you speak of? No, I kid, of course he knows how to do his own motherfucking laundry. Mind your own business you piece of shit, why do you even care?

It's horrible because the highblood knows how it effects the blueblood so, to bring him down to the level of the usually despised lowbloods even if Darkleer obviously didn't seem have to have a problem with lowbloods at all. All that conditioning for sweeps and sweeps can really fuck up a guy. Though for GHB, it's hardly being fucked up at all, so he can't really understand that.

"Well, seems like your motherfucking ocular nubs are functional and in-motherfucking-sync with your sponge! Makes a brother so motherfucking glad to know his favorite little lowlife can make some sharp motherfucking observations!" He snorts, now full-on frowning and baring his teeth at him threateningly. "I'm sitting in a motherfucking lake and getting some of the wicked rinsing on, not some motherfucking formal bath, motherfucker!"

> Summoner: Join him, what the hell.

[rebull]

He was aware of the Highblood being nearby for a while, but stopped watching him after he got to the lake because he really doesn't need to watch him undress. Meaning he does need to watch him undress, but stopped himself because no. Eventually though, he finds himself wandering towards the lake out of- let's say- boredom. But anything else will make Summoner feel a bit strange, but he's benefited from forward instead of humble so why not. Plus the idea of the Highblood trying to best his strange 'fear' of water is mildly humorous and Summoner wants to know why.

Because cleaning? Really? He can't see it. But the appeal of the large troll all wet with water is something he can see and now we're going to just strip that thought from his mind instead of elaborating it because wow, no.

"You know-" He starts, stepping through a few bushes and hopping a little from his pants getting snagged.

"Usually uh, soap, is something you wanna add into this- um- whatever... you are doing. Do you even know yourself, big guy?" A snicker, hands in his pockets as he moves closer to the water. Lysunder peers at his for a bit before shrugging his shoulder and lifting his arms to unsnap the connection points at the back of his shirt. He lets it hand on his torso for a bit before removing his triforce earrings and putting them in to shrink his horns. Enemies closer, right? And it's just a lake, he can handle a lake. The ocean's another story.

>;oD

[grandhighblood]

Summoner's presence is of no surprise to the highblood. He knows the winged troll hangs out in the forest all the time, so to hear him approaching didn't alarm him in any way. Instead, he finds himself just grinning from ear to ear, a visitor that he both minded and did not mind having around. For one, being in the water made him feel oddly vulnerable, and that is one side of him that he did not wish to show someone like the Summoner. He wasn't embarrassed, but if the subject ever came up, it would just be kind of awkward.

He just wades through the water to find a place to sit while still submerging the majority of his body and laughs, tossing his head back a little with the effort.

"Soap ain't all no motherfucking thing a brother needs," he snaps, glaring at him. "And if I all up and needed that shit, then it would make itself motherfucking present right the fuck now. But this ain't no formal bath, so I all up and motherfucking KINDLY REQUEST you keep your smart-ass shit to your motherfucking self."

Tch.

[rebull]

"Uh, actually it is, everyone needs it, even you, fancy pants. Unless indigo have another ability that I didn't know about and can get to secreting it out their pores." An eyebrow raise, scoffing a little as he approaches.

Makes itself present right the fuck now? Well then, that he can do because he does need it. Summoner can easily smell him from here and that's pretty damn unpleasant. So he soon is opening his sylladex and removes some soap, it's a simple bar, but it'll work. He chucks it the other troll's way before tugging off his shirt and putting it in his sylladex, hand moving to start at his pants.

"Theeeere ya go champ. Because Mother grub be damned, do you need it, damn."

honk honk <3<

[grandhighblood]

The highblood merely sneers at that response, leaning back comfortably against the bank, not minding any of the mud or dirt that clings to his skin.

He watches unabashedly and with great interest as Summoner strips, but is slightly distracted by the block of soap being chucked at his face and fumbles with it briefly. It's a little too small in his oversized paws, but it might just last long enough. His lips curl downward into a small frown as he passes the slippery bar from hand to hand, the lather already starting to slick his palms.

"This amount is a motherfucking insult," he growls, rolling it around in his hand now. "Do I all up and look your puny motherfucking size to be all getting cleaned up and shit with something the side of my motherfucking thumbail?"

> scream like a little girl.

[bhag]

The Once-ler has been slowly exploring this new residence. It is a bit much to take in all at once. Not only is there the strange city, that is underwater, there is the oddness of there not being a proper economic system at all --to hell with what Karkat said, it was a concerning thing, dangit-- and trying to adjust to being stuck here for whoever knows how long. What is he even going to do here? He hasn't spotted a single Truffula tree and without the trees, he can't make more thneeds to try and sell to the people here. Maybe some other business opportunity? It is not an idea without merit but things, as always, come back to the lack of economic system. How can he even start up a business without an economy. well, if anyone could, it would be him, of course, but jeez, this one needs some thought.

While in thought, he hasn't really been paying attention to his way, just slowly wandering through the forest --maybe there were some truffula trees somewhere here?-- and it is almost absently that he notes the lake. Lake. Nice. At least no humming fish. Just a huge mountain of hair... and horns... and teeth... and.

Oh dear.

He can't help it. He screams like the littlest of little girls.

music to his ears

[grandhighblood]

Oh. Well, that sure is a loud sound in the near vicinity, and it makes the highblood snap his head in the direction that it came from. His eyes burn a bright orange in alarm, though quickly subsides and returns to its original yellow. He spots the human rather easily, and slowly emerges from the lake completely, hair sticking to his body almost down to his lower backside. There's an urge to just chuck a club or something at it from his sylladex, but he tells himself it probably isn't worth it right now.

"Now, now, motherfucker," he starts in a mocking tone, his voice low but still projecting pretty well in the forest. "Ain't that all just the rudest motherfucking way to up and introduce your PANSY ASS to the Grand Highblood?"

Re: music to his ears

[bhag]

Oh, good going, Once-ler. You've managed to find the one person that is going to eat you, Once-ler. And after getting warned too. The pamphlet had mentioned some weirdness surrounding dying that, quite frankly, sounded too fantastical to be true, and he was in no rush to test it out.

Once-ler just sort of stares, before finally tossing his arms over his head in defence. "Don't eat me."

[grandhighblood]

The highblood throws back his head and lets out a loud cackle, droplets of water shaking off of his hulking form. He pulls back his wet hair and glares through the strands at the cowering human, leaning forward slightly and tilting his head.

"Now where'd you all up and get a motherfucking idea this brother was gonna EAT your skinny little ass? Sure don't LOOK like you're up and worth consuming, heh!"

[zelda_hylia]

Going out to the forest generally meant finding Link or Duke, sometimes the Summoner if she was looking for him. Finding a big hulking monster was not on the list of things Zelda was used to when visiting the southeast quadrant. No, this monster was generally something reserved for skulking about next door. She preferred it that way, knowing where he was. He wasn't ever particularly sneaky, so she was rarely surprised by his presence, but when he rose out of the lake suddenly she couldn't help but clap her hands over her mouth so as to not upset him with another squeak.

It didn't end well last time when she made that noise, after all.

[grandhighblood]

He didn't mind the squeak so much this time, what with being more preoccupied by the strange sensation of water on his skin. But he does turn his head towards her, staring directly into her eyes with an obviously unsettling look that he reserved for pretty much anybody and everybody "inferior" to him.

"Now that's a motherfucking head of hair I all up and recognize!" He chuckles, still giving her a wary glance. "Come on the fuck over here."

[zelda_hylia]

Zelda still hasn't brought herself to let her eyes travel downward, so as far as she's concerned, he's naked and there's no way she's going over there. She shakes her head rapidly, turning red.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were, ah, that is to say I didn't mean to intrude while you were indisposed, I was just visiting a friend that lives out here and I didn't expect anyone to be, umm, using the lake..."

Giant trollmonster rising out of the water: Scary. Giant trollmonster rising out of the water appearing to be naked: Unbearable!

[grandhighblood]

While hilarious, the fact that she refuses makes his lips lift up a little in a sneer. Her bashfulness would be cute if he had an eye for that sort of thing, but currently, he just wants her to come on closer.

"Hey, hey, motherfucker just calm the motherfuck down," he says, just letting her ramble on for the time being. "Take a deep motherfucking breath. Then get the fuck over here since that noise was hardly even a motherfucking suggestion."

> Admire the view? ;3

[seablaze]

Sorry, big-and-tall, but joining could possibly ruin his jacket and reveal some things he wasn't sure if he was ready to be revealed yet. The pirate had been traipsing through the forest to find flowers for his sister. Surprise and an apology for not being the best person there is. Sure, he could be lazy and just go the store, but the walk was doing wonders on keeping him busy. Maybe he should drag out Sleeping Beauty out here to see if that will wake him.

It was the hair. All of that freaking hair that caught his attention. It was big, black and invading the lake. How could all of that fit? A hand was planted on his hip as he watched the horns rise above surface. Now that was a sight he hasn't seen in a while. Faris closed the distance between himself and the lake's edge to get a better look at him.

"Looking a lot better than I thought ya would, Fluffy." That hair looked like it was a pain. A major pain. "Ever thought about cutting it?" A nod towards all that black.

mrowwrr >;o)

[grandhighblood]

The highblood offers the human a sideways glance, a grin stretching across his face. His mood isn't so bad that he minded a couple of witty little comments from a lesser being that dared to be so friendly. Then again, this is something that he's found to be a breath of fresh air, to have others approach him for a conversation when he wasn't in one of his creative moods.

"Cutting? Heh, there's no motherfucking point of taking the shears to them. It'll just all up and grow the fuck back in due motherfucking time." He combs large fingers and claws through them, dragging out strands of dead hairs that he's neglected to ever comb out in his long sweeps of living. If the lake had a drain, it would no sooner be clogged with his hair.

[thekidsare0kay]

Sollux rarely walked around up on the island, but sometimes even he liked to take a walk in the fresh air and get out from under the ocean.

He happened to come upon the pool just as the Grand Highblood was under it, and finds himself standing right by the water just as the huge indigo surfaces.

He stares, shocked and horrified as he emerges horns first. Though he's met a lot of troll adults by now, this is just startling, and he's never met the Grand Highblood before, though he knew he was here.

"Oh," he says, just a quiet, startled exhalation.

[grandhighblood]

"Oh?"

The highblood answers back quickly, lazily turning his head to land his gaze on the small troll. He looks at his shirt, that symbol, its color, pausing for a moment before offering a strange grin.

"Now YOU, motherfucker, are a motherfucking nostalgic sight!" Mostly noting the symbol and those mismatched eyes that were so much like the Psiioniic's trademark features (they also looked a little...flat, but he didn't think too much of it). He never really met the Psiioniic himself in person, but he's heard descriptions of his Queen's beloved ship's power source. He had needed them to issue a sight and capture (for him and the rest of his group, which included the Signless) all those sweeps ago.

Ah yes, those were indeed simpler motherfucking times.

[thekidsare0kay]

Sollux frowns a bit. Though he knows indigos are supposed to be fucking terrifying, he's not too worried, at least right now. He's nervous, but he has his psychic powers. Maybe if he pisses the Grand Highblood off he'll get a chucklevoodoo, but he's not sure it's really any worse than what's already in his thinkpan.

So he doesn't flee. He meets those indigo eyes curiously, instead. "Nothtalgic? Why? Did you know my anthethtor?" He's not entirely sure he wants a positive answer to that question.

[grandhighblood]

The wary but relatively unafraid disposition of the young troll doesn't really surprise him anymore. The courage of these little ones just barely out of wrigglerhood seems to be a trend, though he feels it could be easily remedied.

"...Sure," he drawls out, a lazy sound. "Sure, motherfucker. All up and knew the poor motherfucker all friendly-like until the last of his motherfucking days not all attached to some motherfucking fuchsia tentacles."

I kept spazzing out on doing this BUT HERE IT IS.

[trust_the_fuckhead]

[Spider's taken a liking to wandering the city. It's not that big though, compared to his own home, and he's already covered just about every available street in an effort to clear his head out. So no he's trying out the forest. On finding the lake, he immediately notices it's current occupant. The Grand Highblood is quite hard to miss. Spider approaches from behind before speaking. ]

Well, what the fuck do we have here? It seems to be someone has carelessly left a mountain in the lake. Stand up, boy. Let me get a goddamn look at you.

HAHA GOOD I'VE BEEN WAITING >:o)

[grandhighblood]

[What? Did someone just call him boy, and tell him to stand up? Well, let's just do the opposite of that because NO ONE just calls him "boy" without a good reason -- unless they're just crazy, then that's something out of their control.

He just stares down at Spider, almost fascinated by the complete lack of fear and apprehension that most people have when facing him, and just grins.]

Why don't you motherfucking take your goddamn look as is, yeah? Sure you can see just FINE, motherfucker!

[trust_the_fuckhead]

[...and if you gaze into the Spider, the Spider also gazes into you.]

[There's no fear in these eyes, that's for sure. Is it insanity? or just a mad sort of logic? (Probably just drugs) Spider isn't a very big example of a typical human, after all. He's not obviously muscular, though not out of shape. Nothing compared with most adult trolls. He also appears to be unarmed, but who knows what tricks he might have that would give him the confidence to stare down a giant murder clown like this. I mean, besides the drugs.]

Yeah. Yeah I can. [His voice drops into a low guttural parody of the Highblood.] I motherfucking see you.