Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone Setting: Cafeteria Format: Any Summary: The Grand Highblood is not amused by the food but whatevs? Warnings: The Grand Highblood.
There wern't many people in this tower, and it was pretty big so Shion hadn't seen that many people, he came down for breakfast on his second day and was about to and sit at an empty table when he saw the... Well Shion wasn't sure what it was but it was huge and had horns...
Shion was vagualy aware that he was staring but he was frightened, and facinated and completely confused by the creature in front of him. He just stood there tray in hand and stared.
"Oh," Shion smiled and tried to shake himself out of it, after all he shouldn't be staring it really wasn't nice. Nor was judging people on their appearance so he walked forward and sat down opposite the man. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare, you're very tall."
The highblood watched the boy make his way over oh-so-casually to the table he was seated at and flashed the quickest of grins before letting it fall back into its original chewing motion.
"Most motherfucking astute observation, little human motherfucker." He chuckled, scooping up another spoonful of oatmeal.
Shion just smiled, "People always tell me I need to be more observant," he grinned and started eating slowly. He didn't know what this person was but there was obviously a lot that Shion didn't know.
"Have you just arrived as well?" His tone was friendly as was his smile.
"Yes," The highblood replied, "and it's been a motherfucking trip. GOT A FEW MOTHERFUCKING LAUGHS FROM ALL THIS." The yelling wasn't as loud as it usually got, being surprisingly calm and all, but it still was a bit drastic.
He peered down at the white haired human. Not only did these strange aliens have the same blood color, they had all manners of different hair colors. It was rare for trolls to have any color in their hair unless it was through unnatural means, so this was certainly bizarre. He had seen red, brown and black, but never something as strange as white. Yeah, so, the highblood continued being fascinated by Shion's hair.
The yelling was a bit unerving, very unerving really. Shion wasn't used to yelling, people just didn't yell in No. 6, no one was allowed that much emotion. There had been yelling in the West Town of course, and Rat had yelled sometimes, but only when Shion was being incredibly stupid.
This mix between talking and yelling was unerving but Shion continued smiling, he was trying not to stare but the man had horns and was very tall, the horns were interesting, not something Shion had ever heard of before.
"What have you been doing then? Is there much to do here? Do we know who has saved us?"
That's a lot of questions. Lots of questions he didn't even know all the answers to, but hey, he can at least answer one of them for now, if after a long unsettling pause.
"ME? I've been getting real motherfucking cozy in this place. NOT BAD FOR A MYSTERY, IF YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASK ME." There probably were a lot of things to do, if he looked hard enough. As for being saved, well, he didn't really give a shit about the details. He had barely even noticed the letter, though giving it a quick once over after eating seemed like a good idea.
"Maybe throwing your motherfucking inquiries into a box that all knows the surroundings better should HELP YOU THE FUCK OUT MORE THAN ME, HEH."
Shion continued smiling through the awkward silence, the random shouting was still unerving but Shion was figuring out the pattern, and beginning to anticipate when the creature was going to shout.
"I guess! I always get told I ask too many questions." Another smile. "Do you think there is such a box? You'd think our rescuers would be around somewhere, so that we can speak to them. If they really have saved us I mean..."
The highblood cackled at the somewhat oblivious-to-vague-metaphors kid and reached out with a clawed finger to jab him in the chest. Not to hurt him, of course, but just being his usual invading-privacy-and-jabbing-things self.
"MOTHERFUCKER, GET IT THROUGH YOUR SPONGE," he bellowed before letting out a sigh (that sounded more like a coarse wheezing sound) into a normal speaking voice. "They're pulling the motherfucking wool over our ocular orbs. WHO THE FUCK KNOWS, RIGHT? But give it some fucking time. NO USE IN LOSING OUR MOTHERFUCKING COOL OVER TRIVIAL SHIT." Despite all the yelling, he looked quite calm.
Shion didn't seem to be bothered by the jabbing, he was used to people randomly invading his personal space because he was being slow. He nodded though, "Yeah I guess if they rescued us they might still be rescuing others, and might not want to be disturbed. We have to be patient, you're right!"
"Of course I'm motherfucking right," he replied. "YOU SURE THEY BE ALL DOING WHAT THEY SAY THEY'RE DOING? There are motherfucking doubts coming up to the surface here. MOTHERFUCKERS COULD BE LIARS."
Not that he really cared. His 'homeland' was hardly his homeland anymore, and the places he resided in were just plants that were conquered and was put under his jurisdiction. He had no personal attachments to any of them. They were just places to eat, sleep, play, and work.
"Why would they lie though," he regretted the sentance the moment it left his mouth, he was always being told he thought too well of people. There were lots of reasons to lie to them, but... if they were wanting to do them harm then why save them in the first place?
"I guess you could be right, I am not sure what they would gain from lying though..."
wow look at all my typos in the last tag!!!! plants = planetshighbloodsDecember 16 2011, 05:16:41 UTC
"You're not all supposed to motherfucking know what they're all fucking plotting and scheming! THAT DEFEATS THE MOTHERFUCKING PURPOSE OF LYING. Ulterior motives are all supposed to be the most cryptic, if any old dimwitted wriggler with motherfucking slime for a thinkpan could be all figuring it out right the fuck now...THEN FUCK, NONE OF US WOULD ALL BE IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING SITUATION, NOW WOULD WE?"
Whoops, his tongue just went all off on its own there, now didn't it? He didn't mind though. It's OK to ramble on about your worries now and then. Right? Whatever, this kid seemed a little dense anyway, so it doesn't matter.
The highblood snorted. "Then again, it doesn't motherfucking matter at all what they all do now. WE'RE LEFT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING DARK. They outsmarted us somehow and motherfucking locked us up in this miracle tower with technology beyond our motherfucking imagination." He paused, not exactly worried about the kid trying to keep up with his trainwreck of thoughts.
"THEN AGAIN. It's only a matter of motherfucking time..." He trailed off, leaning towards the boy with no particular purpose.
Shion was vagualy aware that he was staring but he was frightened, and facinated and completely confused by the creature in front of him. He just stood there tray in hand and stared.
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"What are you all motherfucking standing there for, human?" There's a strange sort of disinterest in his tone.
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"Most motherfucking astute observation, little human motherfucker." He chuckled, scooping up another spoonful of oatmeal.
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"Have you just arrived as well?" His tone was friendly as was his smile.
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He peered down at the white haired human. Not only did these strange aliens have the same blood color, they had all manners of different hair colors. It was rare for trolls to have any color in their hair unless it was through unnatural means, so this was certainly bizarre. He had seen red, brown and black, but never something as strange as white. Yeah, so, the highblood continued being fascinated by Shion's hair.
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This mix between talking and yelling was unerving but Shion continued smiling, he was trying not to stare but the man had horns and was very tall, the horns were interesting, not something Shion had ever heard of before.
"What have you been doing then? Is there much to do here? Do we know who has saved us?"
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"ME? I've been getting real motherfucking cozy in this place. NOT BAD FOR A MYSTERY, IF YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASK ME." There probably were a lot of things to do, if he looked hard enough. As for being saved, well, he didn't really give a shit about the details. He had barely even noticed the letter, though giving it a quick once over after eating seemed like a good idea.
"Maybe throwing your motherfucking inquiries into a box that all knows the surroundings better should HELP YOU THE FUCK OUT MORE THAN ME, HEH."
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"I guess! I always get told I ask too many questions." Another smile. "Do you think there is such a box? You'd think our rescuers would be around somewhere, so that we can speak to them. If they really have saved us I mean..."
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"MOTHERFUCKER, GET IT THROUGH YOUR SPONGE," he bellowed before letting out a sigh (that sounded more like a coarse wheezing sound) into a normal speaking voice. "They're pulling the motherfucking wool over our ocular orbs. WHO THE FUCK KNOWS, RIGHT? But give it some fucking time. NO USE IN LOSING OUR MOTHERFUCKING COOL OVER TRIVIAL SHIT." Despite all the yelling, he looked quite calm.
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Not that he really cared. His 'homeland' was hardly his homeland anymore, and the places he resided in were just plants that were conquered and was put under his jurisdiction. He had no personal attachments to any of them. They were just places to eat, sleep, play, and work.
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"I guess you could be right, I am not sure what they would gain from lying though..."
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Whoops, his tongue just went all off on its own there, now didn't it? He didn't mind though. It's OK to ramble on about your worries now and then. Right? Whatever, this kid seemed a little dense anyway, so it doesn't matter.
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"THEN AGAIN. It's only a matter of motherfucking time..." He trailed off, leaning towards the boy with no particular purpose.
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