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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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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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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."

Edited 2012-11-27 04:25 (UTC)

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?

Edited 2012-11-27 04:36 (UTC)

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.

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.

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?"

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.

His hand is large enough to sit on. Like a chair. That is... incredibly terrifying. She might be afraid, but she doesn't really show it on her face, only looking mildly disgruntled as she reaches up to fix her hair properly.

"Ah, thank you, I appreciate it."

Don't mind her if she holds on a bit. It's still odd to her how cold he is. He should be dead with a temperature that low!

"Are you on business?"

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.

"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'?"

"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'.

"I really fuckin' lovve coffee," Dualscar hisses resentfully, and then the Highblood starts to move. He yelps, and puts the brakes on, digging his heels in as the bigger troll starts to move. "Wwhat the fuck are you doin' you fool! Wwe can't just wwalk around like this!"

"WE CAN'T?" He growls, his grin lessening but still there. "Then what the motherfuck say you? We all just stand the fuck around in the plaza chest to motherfucking chest?"

He doesn't even give Dualscar a chance to answer, trying to move a foot forward, pushing against the resisting troll. Shaking his head, he looks straight ahead now, not even giving a shit how stupid they look. "Nah, I don't motherfucking think so."

Dualscar's fins are quivering now, though he's struggling not to let his fear show. He can't die today. He can't. He really doesn't want to go through this again, and he also doesn't want to put Signless through it, quite frankly. The mutant-blood is fragile enough without his moirail disappearing for a week.

"I'm not fuckin' sayin' that! I'm sayin' wwe should cooperate an go somewwhere wwe both wwant to go instead a pushin--" He stumbles and struggles to push back, snarling a little. "--an shovving ourselvves around at cross-purposes."

If the seadweller has to struggle to hide it, then the highblood is sure to figure it out soon. They are quite close together, after all, and knowing Dualscar's fear of being killed again only makes this situation all the more bearable. Funny, even.

"All right, I motherfucking hear you, Orphaner," he says, grinning wide again, almost pleasant - if the highblood could be anything but. "Where does my motherfucking chest-sharing brother all up and want to get his go to on?"

Not that he's stopped walking. He's still pushing him forward roughly, grunting with the effort.

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.

Dualscar grimaces and digs in his heels, fighting with his own not-inconsiderable strength not to be pushed back, and in fact trying to push the other direction.

"Howw-- Howw about ovver there!" He points wildly towards a nearby park. Maybe they can, you know, sit under a tree and not kill each other or something.

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."

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.

The fact that she doesn't show fear doesn't bother or delight the highblood in any way. He merely watches her as he continues walking.

"Heh, you'd all up and motherfucking know if I was on business," he says with a knowing grin, eyelids lowering a little. "Sure wouldn't be this motherfucking complacent and pleasant, yeah?"

The highblood grunts again, feeling the sea dweller push harder against him, at least stopping him in his tracks for now. He lazily looks towards where Dualscar is pointing towards.

"Now what's the motherfucking worry-stink all up in a brother's breath for? We're just getting out trek on, enjoyment all up in this motherfucking daylight that we're all so unused to." But he gives, turning to the side a little to make his way to the park. Welp, Dualscar may be protecting those he cares about, but this might prove all kinds of comfortable for him.

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