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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?
'~'
At the nickname the highblood scoffs, laughing a bit at the end. "And you got yourself a good motherfucking look at him trying to all up and punish a brother with a hard motherfucking scrub. You sure all up and know how to motherfucking PICK 'EM, motherfucker, bunch of shitty sponge-cases they all fucking are." He's still a little bitter from the run-in, almost wishing the strife hadn't happened. If it meant Darkleer trying to clean him in the end, then he'd pass.
o-o
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"Sure as fuck can't all say shit about your disgusting flushed quadrants other than you should up and get your motherfucking sponge-container examined, but this brother all up and thinks your motherfucking black fancies are JUST FINE."
-n-
"Either way, you've certainly exerted yourself enough today, eh? Don't think you deserve anymore playtime, clowntown. Don't want to over do it, ya know what I mean?"
-A-
"Nothing to motherfucking overdo when it's hardly any shit to motherfucking begin with, if you all ask me!"
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"I don't know what it was, indick, just saying we can't over excite you. Get that blood rushing too much and who knows what'll happen, ya fickle son of a bitch."