[ ♑ ] silent storm

[grandhighblood]

who: grand highblood
where: outside of his hive, bldg 2 of the ordo neighborhood
what: come see his thoughts, it'll be fun.
when: early evening, back-dated a couple days back.
style: any
status: open

[ A dark cloud looms over the highblood like a particularly brooding and sulking storm. It shifts and pulses like it's alive, black and dark indigo splotches being its only colors at the moment, but here and there a spark of neon green would cut through the cloud like a bolt of lightening.

It suits his mood, as he's hunched over, sitting down on the doorstep of his current hive, deep in thought. He didn't give a shit about people seeing his thoughts at this point. He had nothing to hide, anyway...except perhaps certain memories of his recent humiliation involving a tranquilizer dart being stuck in him, pumping him with a concentrated bit of sopor. That remains a sore spot in his mind, and he mulls over the conditions and judging by the sudden violent imagery and convulsing of the clouds, he's not very happy right now. ]

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[zelda_hylia]

[Zelda hasn't had the misfortune to be outside at the same time as the Highblood just yet, but considering their living situation, she was bound to run into him sooner or later. She had just ducked home for a quick change of clothes before fleeing in case Zelos showed up again when she saw him on the doorstep. He was even bigger in person.

It would be completely rude to not at least say hello as she passes, so she does exactly that, dipping her head politely and stepping within speaking distance (but still very much out of arm's reach, thank you very much).]

Good evening.

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood notices her bright presence right away, though he doesn't shift his position or anything to acknowledge her greeting. She's a delicate looking thing, pasty skinned with brightest hair to match, and it only made his glowering worse.

His thought bubble/cloud/miasma of evil/etc warps into spools of bright yellow, like her hair, racing around his mind like a spinning wheel, until it's suddenly snapped in half. The strands floating around in his bubble shrivel up and disappear.]

Sure is motherfucking good for you, bright alien sister.

[zelda_hylia]

[Her thought bubble indicates that no, this is NOT a good evening by flashing through the princess's day and drawing a large red "x" through it. Zelda's thoughts are crisp, clear images, a sharp contrast to his blurred storm clouds.]

I apologize, it was merely a greeting. I suppose that most people are not having a particularly good time of it right now, what with everyone's thoughts being on display.

[Her tone is calm and even, but the bubble betrays her - she's definitely focusing on his claws and teeth.]

[grandhighblood]

[He doesn't show much interest in her day being ruined, but raises an eyebrow slightly at her focus on his claws and teeth. As if this was a compliment of some kind, he preens, flashing his fangs and stretches out a hand towards her, claws brandished. Not in an attack, but more of display.]

That's not all what this brother is all motherfucking getting his displeasure on about. Motherfucking don't care if people can all see-- [The cloud bubbles and undulates almost playfully, finding her emotion's betrayal a fun thing to witness. It's one thing when people wear their emotions on their sleeves, but it's even more satisfying when a person who hides their feelings well are exposed like this.]

Say, come here, sister. Take a motherfucking step all closer to me.

[zelda_hylia]

[Even now her face and general demeanor don't betray her. She steps closer as he asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.]

There is something else that is bothering you, then?

[According to Zelda's thought bubble, she expects a bothered Grand Highblood to be going on a murderous rampage. She's not too far, off, really.]

[knightime]

[Dave actually tended to go by the apartments. That small consideration of getting one sometime, but knowing he'd never give up the place he lived at now. He had gotten pretty attached to it, especially with his friends around.

But he still went by the apartments ever so often just because he liked being high up on them. Of course he could float and what not since achieving god tier, but it wasn't quite the same as being on the rooftop of a high rise apartment.

He wasn't really...expecting seeing the Grand Highblood sitting around though. Oh fuck.]

[grandhighblood]

[Fortunately for Dave, the highblood only recognizes Dave through his voice, not by sight. This little douchebag could've been anyone!

The thick black cloud remains relatively normal, meaning turbulent and stormy, as the human enters his field of vision. He's staring straight at you, Dave. Straight into those dumb shades, trying to bore holes thought them.]

You, human.

[knightime]

[But talking is required, because he isn't going to dumbly just run off when you so obviously noticed him. So he'll let his hands slip into his pockets and he'll try and be as nonchalant as one can get when facing a really big ass clown who seemed really pissed.

Luckily for Dave, that was pretty fucking nonchalant.]

Hey? [The best part is that his mind totally blanked. So really, no thoughts to display. He forgot what thinking was momentarily. Pretty sure it would just be a string of cuss words anyways.

Dave doesn't move away, but doesn't move any closer either.]

[grandhighblood]

[The blank thought bubble of this particular human draws his attention. Excellent composure. The shades are what he assumes helps, because in his experience, that's why people wore them. To keep their composure by feeling safe behind them, while still able to observe others. Cheap little devices, those sunglasses.]

Name.

[knightime]

[You can blame John. He'd be wearing pointed anime shades otherwise, but still. He just responds automatically. He's already decided that the best way to get passed the whole thought bubble thing is to just try and not think on things. Lucky for him, he's relatively quick on his feet.]

Strider. [Hell naw, he ain't giving you his first name. But he couldn't really conjure a fake name either. Because he knows if he had time to think, a bunch of his friends names would have went through that bubble, and he wasn't willing to give them away because he got scared.]

[rebull]

[Summoner never really goes to the apartments, he just flies past them. Even if he can go inside buildings now he still has a hard time thinking of it, Summoner's just not used to it yet. So full sized horns as he approaches the building, aiming to go past it when he spots the larger troll. Is he... high? Still? How long did that last? Summoner really didn't have an interest in bothering him that much if he was even more of an idiot than before. Gamzee was okay, he could deal with him, but, not this ugly oaf.]

["Achievement Unlocked: Spot stupid clown troll"]

["Achievement Unlocked: Wonder if he is high and thus, even more stupid than usual"]

["Achievement Unlocked: Consider flying slower to further investigate and/or speak to stupid troll"]

["Achievement Unlocked: Try and fail to ignore the obnoxious thought bubble and it's persistent blip sounds"]

[...Just going to give an annoyed sneer at the cracked and shot at glass screen like orb following him, maybe the other hadn't heard the blips while Summoner was flying above?]

[grandhighblood]

[It's a relatively quiet night, so the highblood not only hears the strange and quiet blipping noises, but just happens to be looking up at the right moment to see a huge familiar shadow fly overhead. He cranes his neck back, the cloud around him billowing out larger and larger, then sneer up at him.]

[rebull]

[Figures.]

[Lysunder stops in the sky, staring down at him, either hand on his hips as he hovers quietly.]

["Achievement Unlocked: Decide to stick around for a bit"]

["Achievement Unlocked: Acknowledge the dark cloud thought device as cliche and fitting for this bastard clown"]

So how you doin'?

[grandhighblood]

[He doesn't answer him right away, taking to glowering at him with his head tilted down slightly, horns pointed in his direction as a cautious gesture. The blips and 'achievements' only get an eyeroll from him, finding the Summoner's thoughts not...very...amusing...

He snorts much like an irritated animal.]

Why don't you all just motherfucking read a brother's thought bubble and save a brother from pointless exchanging of small talk words.

[Yeah, he's sort of sulking and looks almost resigned, but the cloud ripples and expands like a mushroom cloud ready to wash over anyone in a three mile radius.]

[rebull]

[Just a smile, moving to an almost sitting position in the air, legs bent and crossing, gazing down at him with a hand resting under his chin.]

I'm sorry there don't seem to be words, maybe if you think really hard you might be able to spell something out in it.

[devwocean]

[It's already been a horrible day, and it's about to get worse, probably. He's packed up his few belongings in a huff and vacated the hive at Signless' building, and now he's walking up to his old hive, where he intends to brood and sulk for a while.

His own thought bubble is a mixture of dark, swirling, depressed images. The GHB figures largely, as do Mindfang, Dolorosa, Darkleer, and Signless.

He sees the big troll sitting on the doorstep and stops. He'd been hoping at least to sneak inside without encountering him, but that's obviously impossible. He stands there, thought bubble blank for a bit, with purple beginning to bleed in drips and spatters]

They said you're pacified.

[grandhighblood]

[He seemed to have spotted the sea-dweller approaching as soon as he was able, but his thoughts and physical reaction barely fluctuated. The cloud merely shrouded around him like a hooded cape, sometimes a bloated ugly mess, and sometimes a fine mist dusting his shoulders. His mind is in a constant state of moving, images and words from scriptures and documents flooding his imagination. His mind is too preoccupied to even realize that this is the same Dualscar that he killed recently.

Only when he speaks up does the highblood glance up, beady indigo eyeballs flicking up a midst the sea of yellow. Then suddenly, his thought bubble surges, long spiky tendrils jutting out of the wriggling mass in a surprisingly accurate representation of his hair. Ignoring Dualscar's statement, he finally mutters.]

The Messiahs must be taking a motherfucking liking to you, motherfucker.

[devwocean]

[Dualscar snorts. The thought bubble is unsettling, and he tries not to look at it.]

That's just the wway it is here. It's got nothin to do wwith your Messiahs. People wwho die here, come back. Don't you knoww that?

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood cants his head slightly, the wreath of wriggling clouds tilting along with him.]

Well, fuck me. Don't see what all the motherfucking fuss is about a brother just getting his culling on if the little shits don't STAY THE FUCK DEAD.

[devwocean]

[His own is pain and fountaining purple blood. Painted faces leering and big hands tearing. But covered over by a fine purple mist, making the images foggy and difficult to see as he tries not to think about it]

It still fuckin' hurts.

[closedcircuit]

[ Ky nods as he approaches. He's heard some of the warnings that have gone out over the network, but he can't assess a threat that he hasn't met, and he can only really judge people by what he can see in their eyes.

It's uncomfortable to do this with the bubbles present, but he's warily defensive, which means that his own bubble shows a heavy thundercloud with a couple of crackling lightning bolts of his own. At first it might look chaotic but their timing is precise and right now there's little variation in where they strike. ]

Hello.

[grandhighblood]

[Oh, another storm cloud thought bubble type. The highblood regards the golden-haired human with an unreadable look, a perpetual slighted grin on his face. Despite what sort of impression the trolls (and some humans now, of course) had, the highblood isn't the type to go around slashing up anyone and everyone he pleased. Sure, there are times he wished he could. Just go around mindlessly slaughtering things. But that's now what the word of the Messiahs all intended.

Their words are law, and he has a strict code to follow. They lay down the harshest of the whimsical laws, and he follows them to the best of his abilities.]

What brings a human all up in the motherfucking presence of the Grand Highblood?

[closedcircuit]

[If the law is immoral then the individual has an obligation to work to get that law changed. But Ky has been able to look someone who made her main goal the destruction of humanity in the eye and comment on how sorrowful hers looked, so he doesn't much hold with letting other people form his impressions for him.

Ky winces a little at the swearing, but inclines his head politely.]

I suspect the same thing that has brought us all together here, although I cannot speak to what purpose we were all brought to this bubble for.

[grandhighblood]

[The bubble prickles slightly in annoyance. He doesn't really like repeating himself. A small swirling dot of gold arises in the center of the mass of black.]

Specifically in my motherfucking presence, shit-for-brains.

[closedcircuit]

[A flash of strong anger across his bubble that's also reflected in his face.]

The same thing. If we're going to live in this city together then I figure I should get to know you.