[ ♑ ] don't get up

[grandhighblood]

who: the grand highblood & you
where: someplace between the ordo neighborhood and the plaza.
when: march 3rd, early evening.
style: any is fine
status: open


The highblood didn't sleep much.

Not that being in Vatheon changed that much, he just didn't sleep much in general. He found himself awake early in the evening, and had kicked all of his bedding out of the way in slight frustration. While this hive he picked out wasn't bad in its accommodations and size, he had very little use for a lot of the things inside it. Everything and anything that he didn't need was unceremoniously dumped outside, while things he could use were tossed into a huge pile in the middle of the living room. Lots of walls and doorways were demolished, literally just ripped right out, seeing as he couldn't fit through the majority of them.

The hive itself was only used as a place for rest and sleep, so once that was done with, he exited. It was already dark enough and noticed the weird mark on his arm glowing, which...didn't bother him much anymore. With no particular destination in mind, he walked, not being particularly tactful in his movements, but not making a big show of it. Way too early for any sort of attention.

Then suddenly, the highblood swayed, and stopped abruptly in his tracks. He looked down at the ground, eyes open wide, unable to snap himself out of this strange trance. The troll was but a statue, stock still, scarcely breathing.

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[f8tal]

[Even when she was sick beyond belief Vriska still hated being confined to one place for too long.

Which was why she was taking this time to explore. There had to be something interesting going on tonight! Especially after so much fuss about keeping her and everyone else up on the island, too.

So when she turned a street corner and saw the Grand Highblood (or who she believed to be, anyways) her stomach dropped and she froze herself. He was huge... Just. Really fucking huge...

... What the hell was he doing just standing there?

Pursing her lips in concentration she edged closer to him, still ready to bolt if he decided to round on her. Still, she couldn't see what he was doing or what he was even looking at. The fuck?]

Hey... Hey!

[grandhighblood]

[He may be rooted to the spot, but his brain is working surprisingly well despite everything. His stare redirects itself to the small figure in the distance, a little girl troll that dared to address him so casually.

But he couldn't bring himself to move, feeling that if he even took so much a step that he'd find himself plummeting to the ground...and for some reason, that terrifies him.]

... [You only get a wordless growl for your troubles, Vriska.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

Things Equius doesn't care about: speeches by meddlely little mutant-blooded prophets.

Things Equius cares about quite a bit: his chocobos, who ate the last of their greens up on the island recently, and who need more food.

Which is why he's sneaking around in the bubble, ducking in and out of the shadows and practicing the hiding techniques he and Darkleer have been working on, keeping one eye peeled for any rogue highbloods. He got to the market and bought the chocobo greens without any difficulty, and he's creeping back to the bubble, and...

Well. Equius is still pretty young, and he's caught up in the intrigue and drama of almost being a spy, which means he isn't looking where he's going. And he runs into someone.

"Oh, my apologies, I didn't mean... to..."

[grandhighblood]

The highblood is jolted out of his thoughts, feeling a particularly STRONG nudge against his leg. While it's not quite strong enough to just bowl him over, his leg slides a little and finds himself tilting to one side, eyes widening further in panic. A strangled growl escapes as he hits the ground, frozen on his size, claws digging into the ground.

"Mother...fuck!"

It only dawns on him now that there's a small blueblood troll standing off to one side, looking at him.

[stayb100ponyboy]

A small blueblooded troll who is now freaking the fuck out because that is the Grand Highblood he just ran into, oh god oh god oh god!

Equius backs away a few steps, his eyes wide behind his shades and his face blanched of all color. He can't help staring, his eyes focusing in on the Grand Highblood's face paint, the pattern so different and angrier than Gamzee's, and it looks smeared, and oh no, not now, not now with the horns honking in the back of his mind and the feeling of his breath tightening in his throat...

Equius collapses a short distance away, curling into a fetal position with both his hands scrabbling at his neck for a cord that isn't there.

[grandhighblood]

Enraged, the highblood gasped for air like a pathetic fish beached out on land. What a sight, two trolls collapsed onto the ground, both dealing with irrational fears formed through unnatural causes. Not that the highblood knew what he was dealing with here, exactly, but he knew this was the worst. He fell, and there's no fucking way he could just get up. His limbs were frozen, they wouldn't listen to him, paralyzed by a fear he hadn't felt in such a long time.

His frenzied gaze went to the troll that bumped into him, and in the back of his thinkpan he faintly wondered what this was all about. Perhaps the little shit was having a panic attack from running into the Grand Highblood, which seemed like a very reasonable and likely guess.

I had to :3

[hecklinghare]

Thump, thump, thump. Bugs shifted in his sleep, smacking his lips and dragging his blanket over his head. Thump, thump, thump. Another toss and turn before he sat up, eyes sleep glazed and brows furrowed in annoyance. What was it with this place and giant thumping noises above him? First it was in the forest and now it seemed to be coming from the plaza.

"Of all da...what does a guy gotta do ta get quiet around here?"

Grumbling to himself, Bugs slipped out of bed. Fully intent on giving the person responsible a piece of his sleep deprived mind. He marched up his rabbit hole in the plaza, raised a finger and prepared to give the would be sleep disturber a nice rant.

"OF ALL DA DANG BLASTED IDEAS A STOMPIN' TRU-!"

When he noticed the huge shadow looming over him. He gulped audibly and slooooowly turned. He saw big feet...he followed those feet up big legs, a huge torso and finally an eerily familiar mat of black hair.

"Ah..eheh, e-evnin' laughin' boy. *gulp* How's tricks?"

hehehe excellent

[grandhighblood]

The highblood didn't see Bugs at first, but the noise made his eyes suddenly swivel downwards, their stares meeting immediately. He would've grinned and attempted to squish the 'rabbit' with his foot, but he couldn't even bring himself to budge his leg. Why was this happening to him? He's never felt such fear before, not in hundreds of sweeps, anyway. Not only was it just a strange nostalgic feeling to experience fear again, but it was incredibly irrational.

Unable to actually think of anything intelligent to say at the moment, he shook his head as if to try and clear his mind. "Tricks?" He practically hisses.

[hecklinghare]

Bugs was prepared to zip off but GH's reaction was off. The rabbit scratched his ear and leaned his elbow on the edge of his rabbit hole. "Yeah, tricks. Like, what's cookin'? How are tings back on the farm?"

He shrugged and leaned back, "Or nyah, what's up, doc?" He squinted a bit at the troll. Something was wrong but he didn't know the other guy well enough to tell immediately what it was.

[grandhighblood]

Well, perhaps he couldn't move his feet but his arm was fully functional. Unfortunately, Bugs was too close to the ground for the highblood to even reach him if he wanted, what with having to bend his knees or lean forward, which felt too much like falling for his comfort.

There...really wasn't much he could do in this particular position. His leg muscles just simply refused to listen to him, so he breathed out heavily to try and calm his mind, perhaps if he focused on something else, the feelings in his legs would return again.

"Nothing of any motherfucking importance, motherfucker," he sneered, straightening his back and shoulders.

[a_violent_end]

It was after Zelda's little party, and Shizuo was heading home. After being cooped up all week due to the curse - under the best possible circumstances, but still cooped up - a brief walk sounded like a good idea. So he headed from Zelda's neighborhood toward the plaza, lighting a cigarette as he did.

When he came upon the...troll, Shizuo immediately thought of Zelda's warning. The hair did the trick - it certainly was a large black mass. Zelda had told him to avoid the troll, and Shizuo knew from his experience with Vegeta that picking fights out of the blue actually could wind up ending badly, however difficult (and painful) of a lesson that had been.

But the guy - troll - had swayed and stopped and looked...weird. Shizuo walked past, pausing to look at the troll's statuesque demeanor, and wondered if he should say anything. He wasn't scared - most of his strength had returned as he had grown healthier - he just had learned that being wary could have some benefits. Such as, not getting all his bones broken.

Finally, he settled on asking, "You okay?"

[grandhighblood]

He could feel the presence of the human walking towards him, but couldn't quite do much about it as he stood there like a fool. Fearing something he never feared before, rooted to the spot in case he lost his footing or something, was a first. It was humiliating to be caught like this.

When the human expressed even a shred of concern, it made him snarl. He was just fine, thank you very much, just... just give him a minute here.

"None of your motherfucking concern," he managed to say between gritted teeth. "Carry the fuck on, human."

[a_violent_end]

That pissed Shizuo off, a lot. He didn't know anything about troll strength, but he knew enough about his own strength to wager that he could easy take down a creature that was swaying and having strange issues in the middle of the sidewalk.

Or at least, he could if it were not for the stupid curse. Shizuo was feeling better, but he was not back up to complete health, and his strength therefore wasn't at it's usual level.

Still, he glared. "If it bothers you, you should have your episode somewhere else," Shizuo bites back. He really wants to punch the stupid troll. Or throw something at him. Something like a vending machine. But that's a big risk, since he's not his usual healthy self.

[mothersunlight]

[Amaterasu noticed the troll, knowing him from Karkat's warning and generally from all the bad vibes! She lurked closer, staring at him for a while. Why'd he stop?

Cautiously, she growls, seeing if that would stir him.]

[grandhighblood]

[The low growl from Amaterasu elicits a mix between a loud yell and growl. He noticed the wolf right away as she neared, her bright fur and markings making her easy to spot.]

[mothersunlight]

[Ammy barks a snarl in return, taking a half step towards him to show she's not afraid. But she waits, watching to see what he'll do, first.]

[seablaze]

[The pirate had been on his way to acquire some markers when he stumbled on this scene. That was Fluffy standing there. Just standing there. He settled his hand on his hip as he raised his brow.]

Oi. Fluffy. What are ya looking at? Haven't seen the ground before? [He crossed the space between them to try to puzzle out what he was looking at.]

[grandhighblood]

[Try not to get too close, pirate. He's still got good use of his arms. He raises his gaze slowly, upper lip trembling in an animal-like growl at the disturbance.

The nickname sours his already bad mood greatly, refusing to answer him at this time. Probably also because he can't exactly think of anything witty to say to that rhetorical question.]

[seablaze]

[He'll keep just out of arm's length. He squatted down to prod at the ground in front of him.]

C'mon, big n' tall. [The troll held his attention again.] This place playing with ya?

[longwinded]

[John can say he tried to listen to Karkat's advice on staying far away from this huge troll. Which is why when he stumbled upon this scene he took it upon himself to hide around a corner, peeking at the confused and distraught looking troll.]

Oh geez..

[grandhighblood]

[He can practically hear John's presence, his keyed up state of mind making his senses go a little haywire.]

I can motherfucking smell your unease, human. Make it all easy on yourself and a brother, reveal your fucking self.

[He'd threaten to go and look for him, but he...obviously cannot. No point in promising a thing and not be able to follow through!]

[longwinded]

[Wait what no way. He doesn't want to come out! What if you eat him or something? He's the most scrawny human ever. What do...alright figured it out.

Ever so slowly stepping out from his hiding place.]

Uneasy? No way? More like amazed! Never seen a troll so tall! [Best lier. It is John.]

[fonmaster]

[Did Ion see the warning post? Yes, he did. Did he recognize this person as the one that everyone was being warned against? Yes, he did! Did he care about that when he saw someone looking so petrified?

Not one bit.]

Do you need any assistance, sir?

[grandhighblood]

[He would've reeled on the little thing, but swinging his body around provided too much movement and the fear of falling is still holding strong.]

Now why would a motherfucker all be thinking THAT?

[He cannot feel or see the fear on his own face.]

[fonmaster]

[Ion is still not entirely sure what "fucker" means. Gamzee tried to explain it, it had something to do with pails and it didn't make much sense. He moves around to the front to smile nervously up at the big troll.]

Well, there's a curse going around right now, and I just thought that you looked a little ill... do you think you might he affected by it?