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[grandhighblood]

who: the grand highblood + you... all of you!
when: whenever during curse week, mid-afternoon
where: plaza
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?

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....

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[knightime]

Oh hey, it's big, bad and ugly. He didn't think you'd still be here. Dave just follows after the other. He really shouldn't be bothering the guy considering the other could probably crush him if he really wanted too, but you also mistaken Dave for someone who doesn't think it's a great idea to troll.

"Hey, you're still here." Assuming this is the same big bad. Dave just floats a few inches above the ground. If need be, he can float higher and probably out of the others' reach.

[grandhighblood]

Oh yes, still the same big bad. And although Dave is an irritable personality, the highblood still has to tilt his head for a moment to try and remember at the floating human boy.

"I motherfucking am, and so are you, motherfucker. SURPRISE?" He makes small talk, chewing on something.

[knightime]

How could you forget this face. He is secretly offended that you would forget. How dare you.

But he's going to be obnoxious and float over your head because he can. "Best surprise. It's like Christmas came fucking early. And here I thought I was going to miss you, but here you are."

[grandhighblood]

He's an old fart, cut him some slack! Though it's probably just because their interaction was so brief, even if it was memorable enough for him to remember after all this time.

"Looks like a motherfucker's still all up and keeping that proverbial shit flippin' all in check," he says with a hint of sarcasm.

[knightime]

Grand Old Fart should be his new name. Forget his Highblood status.

"Ohh, someone is feeling a little sassy today." He might have just gently landed on top of his head. This will end terribly. "I know you missed me."

[grandhighblood]

Rude!

He grunts as he feels a weight on his head, and immediately thrashes his head about to shake him out.

"Clearly you don't even all know a motherfucking thing!"

[knightime]

Dave would gladly love to be tossed out of his hair except...

"Fuck." He's stuck.

[zelda_hylia]

Zelda has been sticking to higher ground to avoid... well, sticking to anyone. It's still the arrival cycle and she tries to be present in the plaza during those, she can't just hole herself up at home until the curse is over! It's not that bad. She's in the middle of reading a book when the Highblood passes by. He's large enough that he still brushes against her ankle. The princess reaches down to scratch at it idly.

Something hairy? Something hairy and moving, and it's jerking her along now.

"W-wait! Wait just a moment!"

Wonderful. Now she was going to end up having to ride on someone's head.

[grandhighblood]

Zelda may be small, but he can always feel when something's latched to his hair and dragging about on the ground next to him even before she's cried out. He stops suddenly, looking around for a moment then down at her.

"Now, the motherfuck do you all think you're doing down there?"

[zelda_hylia]

Other than trying and failing to right herself, she's not doing all that much. Goddesses, why? Why did he have to be so tall?! She should have been able to avoid everyone up that high! Zelda finally gives up and lets herself lay where she's fallen.

"I believe we may be stuck together." She doesn't sound exactly thrilled at the prospect.

[grandhighblood]

He. Sighs. Shaking his head he pulls on the section of hair that she's attached to, lifting her off the ground. Might wanna mind your skirt there, unless you're wearing pants today. You're gonna be upside-down soon enough.

"It's all the motherfucking theme," he growls, bringing her up to eye-level to see where exactly they were connected. Fuck, seems his hair is attracting all kinds of things today. "Can't even take a motherfucking walk through here without gathering shit along the way."

[zelda_hylia]

Zelda never wears pants, not unless she's going around in Sheik's body. She always wears tights and bloomers, so it's not as if she's indecent but she still yelps when he turns her upside down, clutching at her skirt.

"Ah, yes, it is, but it seems to wear off after a few hours so perhaps we should just stay still. Could you turn me right side up...?"

She might die if he doesn't. Really, she might. Can't she just ride on his shoulder until it's over or something?

[grandhighblood]

He is completely aware of her modesty, but will simply find it amusing for now. At least he's not try to look in there or anything, right? Without saying much, his other hand comes up and places it beneath her so she may sit. He figures setting her on the ground will do either of them any good.

"This will all be harder for you than it will be for a brother," he snickers, continuing his trek through the plaza with slow lazy steps.

[devwocean]

Dualscar has been happy not to see the Grand Highblood in a long time. He doesn't know where his former neighbour is living, but he doesn't care, so long as he doesn't have to see him.

Too bad he just came around a corner, hurrying home with a coffee in each hand for his moirail and friend, though he himself isn't a fan of coffee... and he smacks straight into the Grand Highblood, coffee spattering everywhere.

"Fuck! Look wwhere you're--"

Shit, he's stuck to a chest that's a lot bigger than he expected.

[grandhighblood]

To be perfectly honest, the highblood could've forgotten about Dualscar. Yeah, it's been that long. Though the earring he had collected from him some time ago as a memento still reminds him of it.

Clearly the two of them were minding their own business, and the last thing he expects is to be doused in hot coffee and colliding chest-first with his first victim here in Vatheon.

"Mother fuck," he hisses from the burn, staring down his chest and at...oh. "Well, if it isn't my motherfucking fishy brother? Have the wicked trouble all up and navigating around my motherfucking person?"

[devwocean]

Oh god, god no. He has successfully avoided this troll for a long, long time, and now he's just glued his own chest to the Grand Highblood's sternum. This is the worst thing that has ever happened to him.

"I could say the same fuckin' thing to you," he says, his mouth operating on automatic before his brain can get into gear. "Except for the wword fish."

A pause. "Sorry about the coffee." It's hot and soaking into his own pants, too.

[grandhighblood]

It certainly is the worst thing that could ever happen. Even if the highblood is discouraged from killing, that doesn't mean he won't make people's lives a bit of a hell if he can't help it.

The highblood merely stares at him as Dualscar starts talking without thinking, then sort of sees him winding down, and eventually apologizing, which gets him a wide if a bit unsettling grin.

"Well, no motherfucking hard feelings over no disgusting spilled beverages!" He reaches up with one finger and pokes at Dualscar's chest. Yep, he's stuck fast on there. "Now where were you all on up and getting your motherfucking hurry on off to, brother? I'll all up and help you get your ass over there." He snickers, eyes narrowing.

[devwocean]

"Nowhere," Dualscar says, eyes narrowing and puts his hands on the Highblood's chest, trying to push themselves apart. He doesn't want to go home with the Grand Highblood, where Signless and Psiioniic are undoubtedly waiting. "I was just not payin' any fuckin' attention and I wwas goin' to find somewwhere to sit alone and drink my fuckin' coffee."

Lies lies lies.

"Wwhere wwere you goin'?"

[grandhighblood]

"Two cups of that motherfucking swill all to your motherfucking self, now ain't that something?" He comments, grinning... he sees through your lies! Well, sort of. For all he knows, Dualscar REALLY loves his fucking coffee. But his bet is mostly on that he was taking it somewhere for someone else and himself.

"Me? Nah, this brother's just all up and getting his motherfucking wander on. Get out a bit, curb the motherfucking highblood urge and shit, yeah?" He turns, keeping his gaze downwards, in the general direction that Dualscar had been going towards. Maybe they'll play a game of 'Hot or Cold'.

[crabbygenius]

Washu just so happens to be wandering the plaza today when something.. or someone huge catches her attention. Don't mind the petite red-head watching your every movement. She's harmless.. just curious right now.

[grandhighblood]

He can sense a pair of eyes watching him. Sure, there's more than just one, but she seems particularly intent and unmoving. Most would've just scurried off by now.

As he receives a sort of whittling knife from a small stand outside, he glances casually in her direction.

[crabbygenius]

Does she realize he's watching her back? Definitely. Her eyes casually flicker from the whittling knife back to him and she arches a delicate eyebrow in faint amusement.

It's obvious to her he's a troll based on the few she's already met. So~ that left the question of 'Which one?'. And what's the best way to find out? Asking of course!

After several more moments of their little stare off, she smiles and heads towards him. "Hello, I'm Little Washu. You look interesting so who are you?"

[grandhighblood]

The highblood can always appreciate a direct approach, as much as he enjoys the hilarious round-about ways, too. What a bold little human, just striding up to him likei t ain't no one's business.

"You may refer to me as The Grand Highblood, little motherfucker." He doesn't slip the knife into his sylladex, merely holding onto it as he bores a steady hole into Washu's head with his pointed glare.

[crabbygenius]

"The Grand Highblood huh? That's a mouthful of a name." Just keep on staring, she doesn't seem bothered in the slightest. After all its been awhile since someone's towered over her like this and not treated the genius with caution.

It's kind of refreshing in its own way~. "Do you mind if I call you Grandy~? If not, that's fine to."

[grandhighblood]

GHB is getting more and more used to unafraid aliens just kind of taking him as he is these days. He figures if his size and appearance can't frighten them as it is, there's really no point in forcing the image. Maybe the opportunity will present itself someday, but today is not that day.

"I motherfucking mind," he replies immediately. He doesn't take well to nicknames unless they genuinely can't help themselves (such as that strange Ed kid). "If it's all too much motherfucking trouble, I suggest you try DEALING."

Or just Highblood is fine, really. He doesn't mind that name. But he'll make you figure it out instead, like it's some kinda goddamn given. What a pompous douche.