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vatheon2012-08-22 10:35 pm
grandhighblood) wrote in vatheon2012-08-22 10:35 pm
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[ ♑ ] This is not a bath house
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?
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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"Nah, little motherfucker, see, what I motherfucking want to do to lowblood pissants such as your motherfucking self is squeeze them out onto a motherfucking metaphorical palette and slather their little rusty gooey insides all up on a motherfucking rocky canvas." He says this all matter-of-factly, as if trying to school-feed Sollux.
"What the motherfucking Condescension does with your shitkind is her motherfucking sick thing. Depending on the strength of lowbloods is still pretty fucking stupid even if it's all can be economical and shit." He rolls his eyes a little, finding the idea of having to depend on lowbloods to strengthen themselves a little bit sad. The highblood had always been a fan of only depending on his own strength and the strength of his similar blood.
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"Yeah, well, you'd have a pretty fucking tough time doing that to me," he snaps, eyes sparking. "I'm not broken and thchoolfed like thome lowbloodth, and you're jutht thtupid if you think I'm weak."
That being said, he's heard bad things about chucklevoodoos, and he turns on his heel. "Ekthcuthe me. I've got a lethh thtench-filled part of the foretht to ekthplore."
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The highblood suddenly pulls himself out of the water, making a beeline towards the young troll with long strides. Water cascades down his body as he emerges from the lake and he seems to linger by its edge for just a moment before he's just a blur and suddenly blocking Sollux's path.
"Who the FUCK all said you were motherfucking EXCUSED? You? Did you just all up and excuse your shitblooded self from my motherfucking self, WRIGGLER?"
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"Why? You want me to thtay?" He's still struggling to stay somewhat casual, to pretend that he's not nervous, but he can't help but be frightened as he looks up at the massive, intimidating troll.
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"Yeah," he says, almost distractedly. "Yeah, that's it, motherfucker. Stay and keep a brother company, let's get our wicked conversation on about some shit that a brother wants to get his inquiry on about!"
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Awkwardly, he nods, still keeping well out of arm's reach. The Grand Highblood has some questions, then?
"Um. Okay?"