[ ♑ ] 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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[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?

[grandhighblood]

[He snorts, tossing his hair back over his shoulder as he straightens his posture. Then he glares down at the pirate, trying to mask his fearful state with a sneed.]

Clarify that shit, motherfucker.

[seablaze]

[There we go. Back to his charming self.]

The place playing with ya? Once or twice a month this place decides to mess with us. Jus' last time it made us all dress like story book characters. Another time it changed us to little lads and lasses. [He rolled his shoulders into a shrug. ]
If ya see people on the communicator making noise 'bout something, then usually it's this place doing it's bloomin' thing.

a sneed wow roflmao. sneer*

[grandhighblood]

[It's hard to tell if he's relieved, but he really is. Finding something to blame his utterly stupid and spontaneous weakness on is always a relief. Especially if it's true!]

Now ain't that a motherfucking kick in the ass. Shit happens all every so motherfucking often, does it? [Can't say he's happy about it, but at least he knows what's going on.] Sounds all like a motherfucking pain in the ass, but at least a brother gots his know-how all about it.

...I didn't even see that.

[seablaze]

[He rocked back on his heels as he stood up.]

Some sense of humor, eh? Every so motherfucking often. [He crossed his arms against his chest.] And only to the hostages of this place. The locals are spared of it.

[grandhighblood]

[Curious, these locals.]

Tell me, what all makes these motherfucking "locals" so special?

[seablaze]

[A shrug.]

Could be they aren't sportin' the mark this place gives ya. I haven't seen any thing else peculiar about them.