there's really no cure for boredom

[grandhighblood]

who: ghb + anyone
when: may 9, evening around 7-ish
where: in the water, close to the harbor
style: doesn't matter
status: open

The mosasaurus will find that the Grand Highblood is no easy prey. While smaller than the creature, the highblood has taken down larger beasts, though this will be the first time he's ventured underwater to do so. It doesn't make him nervous per se; he's been spending a good chunk of his time putting the Zora's tunic that Zelda made for him to good use, swimming and getting adjusted to the oppressive pressure of the sea.

It's mostly to try and cure his boredom. The highblood still hasn't completely adjusted to being somewhat forcefully peaceful and stagnant.

He ventures out into the deeper water, and while he is capable of breathing underwater, he instead treads water steadily, keeping his head over the water. It's not so far out that he can't hear anyone sitting out on the pier so if anyone happens to be there, they could easily strike up a conversation with him. For now, his plan isn't to go charging in blindly to fight a monster that's more agile underwater than he is.

"Clubs are motherfucking useless underwater..." A couple of large clubs of various sizes and material are tossed out onto the deck from his sylladex, some landing a little too heavily and creating little splintering dents into the wood.

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[redboots]

"Dude-" A bit of laughter. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Piers are for losers, and Marceline is no loser. She's floating, like usual, right above the Highblood's head. For some reason, it's funny to see him in the water like this. He just doesn't seem to fit, looking awkward and out of place.

[grandhighblood]

Oh, her again. He bares his teeth briefly, but then turns his head back to face forward as he continues sifting through his weapons. Maybe something to enhance his punches, like these spiked brass knuckles?

"Taking a motherfucking pleasasnt dip in the deep dark blue for no motherfucking reason. Unlike a certain hue-sucker, I got a bit of business out there, so it seems like the question is all kinds of more fitting towards the other motherfucking party."

He pulls his hand up into a tight fist as he adjusts the knuckles over his real ones, examining them approvingly with a grunt.

[redboots]

"Seems like there's a reason then, GHB." Lowering herself a bit, she examines his knuckles too, just for something to do. Looks like there's some sort of ruckus about to be started. What kind of vampire would she be if she wasn't around to get involved?

"Figured I'd find something to do that didn't make my brain go numb from sheer nothing to do. You gonna punch some fish?"

[grandhighblood]

"If a motherfucking serpent is what you all up and call a fish, then yeah," he chuckles, giving the air a test punch while sloshing water everywhere from the force. "Give that foreign chunk of motherfucking meat a bit of tenderizin' before I all up and carve its slimy ass."

Then he swims out a bit into the water, turning slowly to the side, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Gonna just fuckin' float there, or you gonna dip your fingers into the motherfucking bit of action?"

[redboots]

"Oooh, sea beasty." She rises up a bit, giving a little spin in it just for fun. She's looking a bit more excited now, eyes glinting a bit red for a moment. It's been a while since she's gone against anything really big- the Lich is probably the last thing with the tag team her and Finn did. Who's to say partying with the Highblood won't be as fun?

"If you're going after really big fish, I guess I could help poor little you out." Then Marceline dives into the water, smooth as a bullet. Her shadow disappears quickly enough before something large starts to press up against the Highblood from the depths. He might feel tentacles brushing against him. Some strange dark purple... thing, its skin like an octopus', surfaces just enough. There is indeed a kind of face on it, a pair of familiar fangs being most noticeable. Marceline, in full tentacle monster mode, gives a little grin. "I hold it down, you go to town?"

[replicatedcourage]

[Sola wasn't really paying attention. He'd flopped on the dock after a swim of his own in the afternoon and decided to take a nap in the sun despite the clouds forcing it into a game of hide and seek.

He really didn't expect to get woken up by what felt like a earthquake, the dock shaking and reeling under the weight of the suddenly tossed clubs and nearly sending Sola bouncing right back into the ocean. He grabs a plinth, trying to prevent himself from taking a dive and looks up angrily to see who so rudely woke him.]

Hey!! Watch what you're-

[The indignant demand dies on his lips as he catches sight of the hulking mass of troll, horns towering over massive shoulders that peek through the mass of hair surrounding the Grand Highblood's face.

Oh shit.]

[grandhighblood]

[GHB barely notices the person sleeping, just still doing his thing, sending another club flying onto the pier. There's probably, oh, four clubs now in total? He's got a huge collection- some came in sets of three, albeit much smaller than his main club, which he hasn't thrown out just yet.]

Watch what I am what, motherfucker? [He snickers, turning his head just a little to the side.]

[replicatedcourage]

[Sola yelps as the next club comes flying at the dock, luckily far enough away to just cause shockwaves instead of put him in danger of blugeoning.

He swallows hard when GHB speaks to him. He'd been warned a long time ago that the huge troll was dangerous. By more than one person, in fact. He'd managed to avoid him for over a year but in a small space like Vatheon, that couldn't happen forever.]

I-I, umm... n-nothing...

[Don't eat me!]