[ ♑ ] 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?

Comments

[bhag]

Just inch away, Once-ler. Yes, that's good. Step by step. Maybe things like this have a motion based killing instinct? No. Wait. That was that movie, wasn't it...

Oh drat, a question. Clearly these is only one option available here. Blame the other guy.

"That Darkleer guy. The one with the blue writing? And the little-- oh dang, what was it again... the little D in front? That's the guy."

[grandhighblood]

Yeah, OK, that inching away just earns Once-ler an odd stare. He can totally see you, bro!

"Darkleer?" He looks off to the side in disgust, and practically hisses the name like it's poison on his tongue. "Motherfucker all up and saying some exaggerated motherfucking bullshit about a brother's diet." Then he suddenly turns back to the Once-ler, an exasperated expression on his face.

"Motherfucker doesn't know what the fuck a brother eats! I am a motherfucking picky-ass consumer of the wicked specific tastes, you motherfucking HEAR ME?"

[bhag]

But he hasn't been eaten yet, so clearly his tactics are working. He notices the poison in the big monster's mouth when he drops the name, and to be honest, it just gives him more of an incentive to toss Darkleer under the bus-shaped alien. He had only met the guy once after all, but on the other hand, he had been living with himself quite forever. And he likes himself. Especially alive.

"Yes, sir, very clear. Sounds like maybe this Darkleer guy is holding some kind of grudge. You know, slandering your name and all."

[grandhighblood]

"Motherfucker, you don't even all know half the motherfucking story! Pretty sure I already up and knew the motherfucker held a grudge. Killed me once, pretty motherfucking sick shit went down that day. Flipped me inside motherfucking out with just a flimsy piece of shit scalpel!"

He sounds insulted, but continues to ramble on to the little human that he's totally forgotten to try and intimidate to leave him alone. Bringing up Darkleer just made him upset, but when the highblood gets upset, he either culls or chats, and boy is he in a chatty mood!

"Motherfucker can get his wicked slandering on, don't all bother me none no more, at least not in this sad and suffocating shitty fucking bubble."

[bhag]

Once-ler is very thankful for his chatty mood. And while he didn't exactly come here to hear about all this terrifying alien drama, right now he is very happy to just play to whichever side will keep him alive. Which, he figures, in this case means agree with the huge creepy thing that could probably use him like a toothpick.

"Wait, he killed you? That's not right. You should go to the police."

[grandhighblood]

"Police?" A confused look passes across his face for a brief moment. He's about to say that HE'S THE MOTHERFUCKING POLICE but then, right, he's not really much of anything here in Vatheon, is he? "Ain't no such thing as a motherfucking force to all up and regulate the rules and shit, motherfucker! Besides! Ain't nothing worth all motherfucking crying over."

It's nice to just chat once in a while. Not many are willing to or provide enough conversation back for him to keep going off on.

[bhag]

Oh god, what is up with these aliens. This guy got killed and it is nothing to cry over? Once-ler is pretty sure that if he got killed, he'd be crying. And calling the army if he had to.

"Great. No police. First no free markets, now no police. We're in some underwater mad-house."

[grandhighblood]

"Society's gone to motherfucking shit," the highblood says calmly, a grin playing on his lips. "Sure is something, ain't it, motherfucker? Nothing good ever all up and happens under the shitty motherfucking sea."