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SUMMONER: =It's been a while since this peaceful nothing started, or maybe none at all, it's not exactly easy to keep track of time when you're floating around in white space. For the outside it's been just about six days since he had flatlined, going from highly monitored to less so as his condition appeared to have stabilized. The nothing has been fraying at the seams as well, a gradual process of the ocassional voice or moving shape. A touch to his skin or a presence watching. It's been particularly thin lately, that veil of nothing, and now he stirs. It has no longer a hold of him, and so he opens his eyes to reveal the something.=

SUMMONER: =Strange how heavy they felt, his eyelids, and just how tired he still was. Even though he figured he'd done a lot of sleeping. Gaze slowly coming into focus as they adjusted to the light, albeit not much, as the room was dimmed for the night. Still, it was better than the nothing. Stuff is hooked up to his arm. Into his arm. It makes his eyebrows crease... Fucking gross. He tries to shift in the bed, but he feels too stiff. The room is white, and he's had too much of that lately. His head is already buzzing with noise, that he's awake and that he was foolish for getting shiskebab'd by some randomass bozo. That he better get his shit together and-- oh...=

SUMMONER: =He's not alone. His heavy eyes had fallen on a pair of arms at the edge of his bed, crossed over one another with a painted face resting between them. The mass of hair making it hard to see the face at all. Something raw rises in him that makes his throat hurt, but he doesn't say anything. Not that he very well could. His throat feels way too dry. With a strength he was surprised to have, he manages to lift his right hand to carefully slide it against Typhon's forehead, over his temple, and into his hair. Hah... His lips curve upwards at the edges, letting his hand move to his cheek, where he strokes it with a thumb.=

HIGHBLOOD: =He was usually accustomed to sturdier bodies in his close-knit circles. Darkleer was no stranger to injury but he was large and stubborn and built like a shield. Condy he rarely had to worry, even when she was "dead" she was never dead and the blows she had taken were mere moments of licked wounds especially given the toughness of her royal caste. Rhodri was a different case, his boldness and recklessness was not matched by a sturdy frame, built to take blows or even be a heavy hitter. There being nothing he could do as he would neither attempt to reign in Rhodri's habits or try and prevent his departure. That doesn't mean the long, whining beep hadn't  seized him any. Darkleer's steady fading Typhon could see, it was natural as he is old as hell with some several sweeps less than what had already passed for him=

HIGHBLOOD: =A sudden loss was harder, or both hard but still considerably difficult in measure, to deal with. Not lasting long and then so eager to shave sweeps off that time left. Typhon had watched while they worked on him, the medical staff blind to his presense, looming and out of the way with a small bend in their visual peripheral. He would have wanted to watch and to see him off and pray though he knows They would take care of this fighty spirit. But Rhodri lingers, spitting in the face of the afterlife and stubbornly chugging onward to die another day.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Something else noticable would be the stacks of pudding cups, should Rhodri incline his head a certain way then a stack of bike horns would topple and whine cries as they fell on their rubber bottoms. The touch to his face immediately stirrs him but he would skim on the edge of consciousness, taking in the warm touch then batting Rhodri's hand= gonna mess on a motherfuckers canvasry while he restin, that ain't cool

SUMMONER: =He'd make some quip if he could. If his throat wasn't so dry and his chest felt so tight. Instead he exhales through his nose at the bat to his hand, what might be meant as laughter, as he is too tired to make the sound. The warm hand stays despite the batting, only moving to a different part of his face for a time to avoid it, then returning to the cheek. Looks the same as always... A part deep down envied that. How the coldblooded trolls could just keep on trucking for what seemed to be forever.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Let's Rhodri's weak self touch his face. Looking into his eyes then exhales a little and sits up= they watered you none? =of course he knows Rhodri can't drink when unconscious=

SUMMONER: =Touch his face he does, strokes and caresses until he sits up out of reach. He lays his arm down, then shrugs a shoulder. Eyes set on him while smiling crooked. Raises the arm with the tubes hooked into it helpfully. Get all the food and liquid he needs from that stuff, probably. Lowers his arm again, just to stare up at Typhon's face. He feels like... He owes him an apology. Never to himself, but to Typhon for always having to deal with his weakass shit. For now he is simply watching him with bronze eyes, tired but growing slowly with attentive curiosity. A stupid expression growing on his face. He's glad he's here.=

HIGHBLOOD: =he would pie Rhodri before an apology comes out of his mouth. But for now he reaches with a long arm to grab that styrofoam pitcher of water and a cup to pour Rhodri some water and puts the cup to his lips while leaning into one hand.= them pipes ain't waterin, your palette  all dry as hell

SUMMONER: =Gratefully sips water. His throat not so much feeling like a open wound that's gone dry, rasping at his insides. Raises a hand while he drinks to loosely place it over Ty's wrist, just making little motions with his thumb over it again.=

HIGHBLOOD: =the small motions and sweeps of Rhodri's thumb over his wrist.  Typhon still pours him the water while leaning on the bed and watching him, it was good to see him awake and responsive. Wondering what was going on in his head=

SUMMONER: =Once there's no more water he leans his head back and away from the cup, just stroking over his wrist and feeling the pulse there. He turns his head towards him, trying to shift over onto his side. Though every bone and muscle in his body feels stiff, and the pain that is dull and throbbing (however still very much there) in his chest makes it all the harder, he stubbornly gets onto his side so he can better look at him. Up and trying to get their eyes to meet properly. There's a lot going on in his head, a lot that should be said and apologized for. Things that he should be doing right now, immediately, or that he should have done in the past. It's all a jumble, a few relating to Typhon and the rest to all else. He speaks finally, his own voice sounding surreal in his ears. Strange and unfamiliar from going so long without speaking.= you okay?

HIGHBLOOD: =Typhon frowns at Rhodri's attempt at moving, how he had and has a hole in his chest and still so stubbornly lays to his side.= ain't nothin happen to me sans my sore ass, poked and bound motherfuckers as such yourself be best layin on your back when you done got run through =scoots so Rhodri doesn't have to shift about and rests his chin on his arm=

SUMMONER: =He's already gotten there though, but fine. With a stifled groan he lays back in the position he'd once been in, though he keeps his head turned to watch him.= that's good,

SUMMONER: 1'm glad you're ok,

SUMMONER: sore ass as1de, =Smiles crooked.=

HIGHBLOOD: =gives a little shrug=

HIGHBLOOD: happens to them best of us which has enough rump to spare

HIGHBLOOD: your own wicked self seems to need more calibration

SUMMONER: =Snrks a little bit when he says rump.=

SUMMONER: th1nk 1've had enough of 1t for a l1fet1me, lay1ng here cal1brat1ng, =Reaches to hold Typhon's wrist between both hands, bringing it up to kiss a knuckle.=

SUMMONER: gonna be okay, now, =Mumbles.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Watches as Rhodri kisses his knuckle, the gesture is soft and sweet as the movements and all around foreign=

HIGHBLOOD: =Typhon watches him with a warm gaze, more caluclated than he is ever given credit for. Typhon turns over his hand and cups Rhodri's cheek=

HIGHBLOOD: yeah, you stubborn. won't keep his ass here to get well enough without some motivations

HIGHBLOOD: just a fan of the infirm yeah?

SUMMONER: =Exhales slowly, leaning his head into the hand. It's nice to be awake. There's so many things he wants to do and say, one of which is just having his head in this hand.= say that l1ke 1t's some k1nd of surpr1se, thought you'd know 1 was a stubborn sh1t by now,

SUMMONER: =Turns his head to kiss his palm.= not gonna be 1nf1rm for much longer, not plann1ng on hav1ng another stay here,

HIGHBLOOD: there in comes that motivation, far be it from myself to trap a motherfucker

HIGHBLOOD: be out of infirm but not so out of hospice =pinches Rhodri's cheek, he could get behind rhodri leaving the infirmary but he still needed care=

SUMMONER: =If he wasn't so done with being asleep, meaning glad to be awake, he would have given the highblood a dry challenging stare for the pinch. Instead he laughs.= far from yourself to trap a motherfucker my ass, you've trapped me beneath your g1rth more than once,

HIGHBLOOD: its a different kinda trappage in which i have a motherfuckin fun time :o)

SUMMONER: =Snorts.= 1'd rather have that than th1s honestly,

SUMMONER: =Moves a hand to move the pinchy one away from his cheek.=

SUMMONER: noth1ng qu1te l1ke them clowny depths,

HIGHBLOOD: depths in which you ain't yet to explore ;o)

HIGHBLOOD: and can't for times soons since your ass is all busted up and fragile

HIGHBLOOD: gotta heal your shit rho

SUMMONER: =Raises a brow.= are you try1ng to mot1vate me to get better by appeal1ng to my most base 1nst1nct?

SUMMONER: because 1t m1ght just be work1ng,

SUMMONER: can pract1cally feel my flesh weave back together,

HIGHBLOOD: if it works then so be it, i'm just makin a point

HIGHBLOOD: =pokes his nose then leans further on the bed=

HIGHBLOOD: sides you ain't doin shit else while healin so may as well get your ass up in some fiesty gears on healin up

SUMMONER: nah, you're just w1ldly lust1ng for my 1nf1rm body, 1 see 1t 1n your eyes, =Scrunches his nose a little at the poke, watching how he leans further over the bed. He pauses in his jests, opening his arms up in a silent offer of further leans.=

SUMMONER: may as well, =Echoes with a soft smile.=

HIGHBLOOD: =looks at the arms and snorts softly=

HIGHBLOOD: so eager to be crushed yet agains, ain't no shame in likin it =but he will. Lean down gently and not even put his weight on rhodri, or really the bed. Just holds him carefully with one arm=

SUMMONER: =Shrugs a shoulder.= you know me, eager for all k1nds of phys1cal torment, =He's glad for the gentle leans, for as much as he'd like to just get the whole bod crushing hug it would probably not be a good idea at current. He wraps his arms around him, drawing him in close with what energy he had.=

SUMMONER: =Shuts his eyes, exhaling soft.= (1'm sorry 1f 1 scared you,)

HIGHBLOOD: =listens to that apology and lets it roll around in his pan, leaning a chin on Rhodri's shoulder= (be less apologetic that you was harmed and more assured that you gonna be right again)

SUMMONER: =Leans his head against his, and if he had the strength to do so he would have given him a better reassuring squeeze than this.= (1 w1ll be alr1ght, never aga1n, okay?)

SUMMONER: (1'll be more careful,)

HIGHBLOOD: (would be wise, but do you best flutterbug) =nudges Rhodri's head a littleand gives him a small squeeze=

SUMMONER: =The squeeze twists his insides and he isn't sure if it's related to his physical injury or not. He turns his head to kiss Typhon's temple, then rests it against him again.= (1t 1s w1se, and 1t 1s what 1 should,)

SUMMONER: (who else 1s gonna hassle your ass on a da1ly bas1s?)

HIGHBLOOD: =His paint covered temple=

HIGHBLOOD: =snorts but quietly appreciates that kiss= (think you got who hasslin who all  flipped switched upside down and backwards rho)

SUMMONER: =He will kiss all the paint away... But for now he just has his loose hold on him, the hand without tubes in it tiredly moving over the mane of hair.= (oh? so 1'm suddenly no hassle now? damn,,, 'nother reason to get better asap, step up my hassle game so 1 can take my r1ghtful throne back,)

HIGHBLOOD: =Don't=

HIGHBLOOD: =But also accepts these lazy pets= (ain't so much of a hassle as myself, i'm a motherfuckin handful rho)

HIGHBLOOD: (your throne be that loadgaper)

SUMMONER: =Snorts...= (no handful that 1 can't handle,)

SUMMONER: (and yeah, but you're self proclam1ed taken that loadgaper throne from me and 1 want 1t back,) =Nudges him with his cheek.=

HIGHBLOOD: (can't haul back in what was forfeited rho thats just how shit be) =He's glad that Rhodri is up to snarking so soon but also that just seemed like a thing for him to do=

HIGHBLOOD: =He wasn't going to press so much on how he was feeling outside of the physical but this was the first hour or so. With another nudge Typhon kisses Rhodri's shoulder then sits back up to rest his headon the mattress=

HIGHBLOOD: (sides its mine for as long as i wants it)

SUMMONER: (well, fuck the rules, that's what 1've always sa1d so 1'm gonna l1ve by 1t,)

SUMMONER: (and so the throne w1ll be m1ne, ) =The kisses and affection both are good things to wake up to. He's glad that he was here. That he didn't have to wake up to more nothing. The hug could have lasted longer, but he's still close, so it's fine. Moves his hand again to slide it over his cheek, just to keep touching at him. Keep reminding himself that he's awake and not alone.=

HIGHBLOOD: (still smearin my paint) =though it doesn't sound like he minds much, turning to lean a little more into this hand, with idle fingers rubbing at Rhodri's side=

HIGHBLOOD: =He doesn't want to put too much pressure on the bed and as he can distritube his weight its only so much and there doesn't need to be any hilarious incidents. At least not right now=

SUMMONER: (yeah,)

SUMMONER: (cuz you st1ll cute underneath,) =Smiles his fangs showing, sticking his tongue out at him past them. It's then he notces how his tongue didn't have the piercings in them. It's a strange feeling not to. None piercings on this bod now, it makes him shift a little. Gently strokes under Typhon's eye with a thumb, then over the cheek.=

HIGHBLOOD: (cute all the time) =Mumbles a little but not bitterly, just watching Rhodri's face, a grin to his playfulness and allows the smearing to continue. At least a little bit=

SUMMONER: =Wouldn't be so easily smeared if he sealed it up. Retracts his tongue to return the easy smiles.= (you got me there,) =Idly strokes and smears the paint, eventually drawing his head back as the motions were making him more tired. Doesn't let his hand fall before pressing his thumb with the excess paint to his own cheek twice, making a tiny heart. Lets his hand down on the bed again.=

SUMMONER: (th1nk the nurs1ng staff would fl1p out 1f you stayed longer?)

HIGHBLOOD: =listen we all have lazy days. Watches Rhodri lull into a more resting position, letting the heart be traced on his cheek. Holding Rhodri's hand when it falls= (don't think they could move me)

SUMMONER: =Snrks low, and silently appreciates how his hand is held like that.= (damn, you a rebel,) =Laces his fingers with his, the last bit of energy that he had to move. He sighs, head sinking back in the pillow.= (why do hosp1tals have to be all wh1te anyway,,,) =Mumbles, mostly to himself as he stares up at the ceiling.=

HIGHBLOOD: (somethin about seein when blood n shit is everywhere, we can put some color up in here no problem though)

HIGHBLOOD: =Squeezes that hand, he will paint a thing=

SUMMONER: =Smiles crooked.= (rather see color and the sk1es then all th1s unnatural neutral sh1t, lemme see the reasons as to keep truck1ng, not wh1te noth1ng,)

SUMMONER: (maybe that's just me,)

HIGHBLOOD: (nah it ain't just you, whites been known to drive motherfuckers all ill in the pan if thats all they looks at for nothin)

HIGHBLOOD: (wouldn't be shocked if they done drove themselves all outta whacks tryin to see what ain't there in the alabaster)

SUMMONER: =Hums low.= (glad 1t a1n't just me that's outta whacks then,)

SUMMONER: =His eyelids are feeling heavy again, so he closes them.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Watches Rhodri close his eyes and falls silent. Waiting a moment before he dares to kiss that hand but continues to hold it. Going invisible to everyone that may walk in once more=

SUMMONER: =Though his eyes are closed he's still awake, or at least in that drifting state between sleep and wake. He feels the brush of lips against his hand, and it draws a smile up to his face. A mumble under his breath before he finds himself drifting, the laced fingers keeping him from going too far from shore.= 

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HIGHBLOOD: =As he had come to do often Ghb seated himself in the cargobay, his shifting around of the boxes and addition of some worn and weary blankets and cloth from the forgotten supplie crates made a decent enough seat for him to lounge against. Propped there against a wall a large, but actually fitting compared to himself, instrument rests against his belly. Black and oblong with silver keys tacked down the long neck, his fingers mash them while he blows into it, filling the cargo bay with the deep, smooth notes that flowed and jumped from one to the other.=

RILEY: -she's managed to get herself out of her room for the sheer purpose of taking a walk, and while she doesn't have a destination in mind, that quickly changes upon hearing the tune ring through the halls. curious, she follows the noise, and it leads her to the cargo bay. trying the door, it seems to be accessible, so she enters carefully-

HIGHBLOOD: =The tune comes in and fades like the sea, rolling high then sinking deep. Fluttering playfully over notes like ripples in the water, the crash of water against rocks then the settle as it draws back again. All of a sudden it dips and becomes more cheery sounding, comical even. Floating on a mirth but the music sounded tense in how it wavered notes. It told jumps, tenses, steadies and steps slowly drawing out once, then twice and maybe a third time before taking a dive down. Almost like a slide whistle from cartoons when someone falls=

RILEY: -she peeks in, not noticing where the noise is coming from, even if she SHOULD, she doesn't see him at first until she finally does. Wow huge troll- ...okay. this is cool.

HIGHBLOOD: =Him lorge. The big oboe in his hands making a curled up questioning tune, then several chitters of "conversation" as he looks at the small human lady.= :o?

RILEY: nope. this isn't weird at all. uh. hey?

HIGHBLOOD: =Shakes his head and blows a low note, nahhhhhhhh. But he removes the reed and lifts his head= why you all gawkin at a motherfuckers contrabass?

RILEY: is this gawking? i mean, is this normal for this place? the cargo bay concerts?

HIGHBLOOD: =Without hesitation= yeah.

HIGHBLOOD: i'm the only one playin most of the time but that be the nature of this space more oft than nah

RILEY: huh. okay. so is this like, your job or whatever?

HIGHBLOOD: hell no, don't gotta be paid for it and even then don't need that mucha currency none

HIGHBLOOD: =leans up then forward at her, tilting his head and all that heavy hair falls over one shoulder with his lean= you some kinda guard sis miss?

RILEY:  -man, these are the kinds of trolls Jodie likes to hang out with? she's got the creeps. She's kind of impresses that he thinks she's a guard, so she stands up a little straighter- could be. but nah. i'm a...volunteer counselor? i think that's what it's called.

HIGHBLOOD: hm =Leans on back then= ain't no motherfuckers up in here to counsel sis

HIGHBLOOD: less you wanna grab tail end on my merry jouvilanceries and read up the panwaves on my blow most expressive

RILEY: well, i mean, they're desperate enough to ask a completely untrained person to learn the job.

RILEY: and whatever it is you just said doesn't seem like anything humanly possible.

HIGHBLOOD: good thing i ain't human then huh? ;o)

HIGHBLOOD: it's all about them metaphoricals though, no need to reach out and grab up on that melody marinated and delicious

RILEY: ...

RILEY: -she has no idea what he said- exactly.

HIGHBLOOD: =He's used to it so he just grins=

HIGHBLOOD: well then you gonna seat your ass my mysterious volunteerin motherfuck?

RILEY: what a name. i'm changing my name to that. -attempts to sit on some...smaller crates since the bigger ones are TOO tall-

HIGHBLOOD: =they're not too tall ur just too smol= less of a name and a fond jokey moniker, unless you really wanna change your name :o0

RILEY: hey, it COULD be a name.

HIGHBLOOD: could be, makes a good acronym sister mvm =smiles=

RILEY: mvm sounds like a wrestling event.

RILEY: or like...-snaps her fingers- you know the guy with the fins that hangs out with my... -what the fuck does she call him?- with derek strider? the one that says vwords like that? it sounds like something he would say about something he digs.

HIGHBLOOD: =makes a grumbling noise as he thinks= lots of motherfuckers with fins... you mean the one with which two scars on him face, the lil shit spy, or the capey one?

RILEY: uh... the one with the hair like -gestures- kinda looks like a greaser.

HIGHBLOOD: oh! yeah that's shit spy sis!

RILEY: oh damn, no idea he was a spy. but you know what i mean? -imitates voice- mvvvvvvmmmmmmm.

HIGHBLOOD: hahahahahaha! he ain't! =Not a good one anyway, her imitation of him makes Ghb laugh more=

HIGHBLOOD: yeah, yeah like a motherfucker all revvin up him engine bein all solo focused that he am on his own imaginary hot shit =he hasn't spoken to him in a while but he remembers how he acts=

RILEY: yeah! haven't hung out with him at all, really, if you don't count taking my...derek to the infirmary together.

HIGHBLOOD: =shrugs and gently places down his oboe= takin someone to the infirm ain't really hangin =makes an X with his arms= don't count

RILEY: yeah, see? so probably negative time spent with that guy.

HIGHBLOOD: =waves his hand= yknow i met that motherfucker on lotam

HIGHBLOOD: was reviewin some tricks for this sweeps big ass carnavelation celebrationaries, =frowns=

HIGHBLOOD: he ain't even give the performer not all that much attention and they was good too :o/

RILEY: aww. i'm sure the performer was used to that stuff by then.

HIGHBLOOD: maybe so but that's hells of rude, you got a motherfucker out down in that circular light bearin themselves and they abilities for them up in the stands

HIGHBLOOD: when you down there you completely surrounded, brothers and sisters on all sides in seats up to the ceiling and you gotta show out for 'em

HIGHBLOOD: i don't get not givin em the respect of attention if they good

RILEY: when i first started performing it was tough not to notice the people who were...distracted. or just not into what i was doing at all. but with all the people that liked what i did, i eventually learned how to tune them out.

HIGHBLOOD: =oh! He sits up again, wearing a big smile that stretches his distorted face paint= you perform sis?

HIGHBLOOD: why ain't you said nothin! what's your bizz

RILEY: -she grins and shrugs.- i do music. guitar and singing and shit.

HIGHBLOOD: yeah? that's good sis why ain't you playin in the cargbobay concert hall?

RILEY: that's a good question. -uncapchalogues her guitar and starts to tune it- looks like you got an act to join you.

RILEY: oh yeah, what's your name?

HIGHBLOOD: call me ty :o) =picks up his oboe=

HIGHBLOOD: might stick to callin you mvm myself if i'm bein honest sis

RILEY: cool with me. i also go by riley, robyn saint, but you can call me whatever. -finishes tuning and starts to strum-

HIGHBLOOD: aight sis whatever nice to get our acquaintanceship on =puts the reed between his lips and blows an easy lil note to go with her strumming, his back leaning against the fabric once more=

RILEY: -she starts off by singing a little- if you're having girl problems, i feel bad for you, son.

RILEY: i got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one.

RILEY: -GUITAR PLUCKING https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmy113gMds0 -

HIGHBLOOD: =He can get down with this and plays along, oboes before hos=

HIGHBLOOD: =also considers if she could play on lotam hmmm=

RILEY: tip my hat to the sun in the west, feel the beat right in my chest.

RILEY: at the crossroads at a second time, make the devil change his mind.

RILEY: it's a pound of flesh but it's really a ton. ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain't one.

HIGHBLOOD: =taps his foot and gets all jazzy on her, watch him go. And the acoustics in here are really good for jams=

RILEY: -she looks up to grin at him for a moment before continuing on and doing some more plucking and strumming- if you're having girl problems, i feel bad for you son.

RILEY: i got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one.

RILEY: ninety-nine...problems...

RILEY: but a bitch ain't one!

RILEY: -she picks up the pace a little, also tapping her foot- like broken glass under my feet,

RILEY: could lose my mind in this heat.

RILEY: looking for the prize, but i don't want blood.

RILEY: i order one drink, then i drink the flood.

RILEY: well, you can come inside, but your friends can't come.

RILEY: ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain't one.

RILEY: if you're having girl problems, i feel bad for you, son.

RILEY: i got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!

RILEY: -laughs a little but keeps going- ninety-nine, ninety-nine, ninety-nine...

RILEY: ninety-nine...problems...

RILEY: but a bitch ain't one!

RILEY: ninety-nine, ninety-nine problems.

RILEY: ...but a bitch ain't one. -and now she's just laughing about the whole thing, now that the song's over.- shit!

HIGHBLOOD: =It's hard to play and grin without making an ugly tune but he can't help it especially as they go faster. His fingers pressing over the silver, increasing the Jazz ™ and but when she's laughing there goes that ugly note when he starts laughing. Loud and intermingled with honks as it bounces around the cargobay=

HIGHBLOOD: hell yeah that's what i calls a motherfuckin JAM SIS =highfive him with ur tiny hand riley=

RILEY: -she actually laughs so much she SNORTS, but it's worth it. she high fives him back with her hand that's WAY smaller than his, but whatever- i know, right? never thought of pairing a guitar and an oboe, but it looks like we just found a pair of instrumental soulmates.

HIGHBLOOD: strings and winds always make a goodass pair sis, it dont hurt my contrabass be bringin that depth! :oD

HIGHBLOOD: =after high fiving he lifts his hand making it look like he threw something in the air. Which he did, a solitary bicycle horn is rotating slowly as it goes up and up and up to the ceiling and wheezes a honk once it reaches=

RILEY: -watches it go up- damn! you just keep those on hand?

HIGHBLOOD: and these =When she looks back down she'll see that she is about to get pied in the face= honk!

RILEY: -yells in surprise and freezes- oh my god!

RILEY: oh my god. why.

HIGHBLOOD: =GET DUNKED NEW FRIEND= HAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!

RILEY: -starts laughing again, attempting to wipe the pie off of her face and licking it off her hands-

HIGHBLOOD: =It's lemon meringue, and goddamn delicious may he add=

HIGHBLOOD: =When his laughter dies down to giggles then chuckles Ghb sits up and brushes his hair back= yeah

HIGHBLOOD: =exhales and relaxes back again= shit sis you good people

RILEY: -wipes off the rest of her face- entertaining is the word you're looking for.

RILEY: -she smiles- it's what i do.

HIGHBLOOD: =grins= same thing ain't it?

RILEY: debatable. -tilts her head a little- damn, can't believe i didn't hear you playing the oboe down here sooner.

HIGHBLOOD: not always oboe, i play many manners of horns and windy things

HIGHBLOOD: that's all my deal right there

RILEY: you down here all the time?

HIGHBLOOD: most of the times i'm playin yeah :o0

HIGHBLOOD: lately been took to my block also or just nappin my ass in all this space =shrugs=

RILEY: good to know.

RILEY: gotta remember that.

HIGHBLOOD: you gonna come for more jam pies mvm? :oP

RILEY: it'll be nice to have a jam buddy.

RILEY: -laughs- maybe less of the pies in my face, but more music making, sure!

HIGHBLOOD: =winks= maybe next one you could avoid yeah

RILEY: gotta get better at dodging, or something. -capchalogues her guitar- i gotta get going, but i guarantee you're gonna see me soon.

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HIGHBLOOD: *As promised Highblood takes them on over to his block, still holding Redglare to him as he opens the door and promptly flops his ass back onto a layer of pillowing before letting her go= you wantin to get some rest in sis? *Its a colorful, tacky room with junk everywhere as expected*

REDGLARE: ...Don't. Know.

REDGLARE: Hurts. C4n't sl33p 4ll th4t w3ll.

HIGHBLOOD: know damn well they don't have you without pain meds *rolls to the side and rummages through his junk*

REDGLARE: 1 don't l1k3 p41n m3ds. -Sh3 r3pl13s shortly.- W3 d1dn't both3r w1th th4t on 4lt3rn14. You just tough3d through 1t.

HIGHBLOOD: yeah but you pissy too, seems like the kind thats all hilarious as shit high

REDGLARE: 4ll th3 mor3 r34son. -Sh3 huffs, just sl1ghtly.- Stumbl1ng 4round w1th 3v3n l3ss w1t th4n 1'v3 got.

HIGHBLOOD: *he drags over a bowl and some chips, while he moves a nacho cheese dispener suddenly SPROINGS out of his sylladex which he grabs and proceeds to dump the cheese on the chips* nah, it'd be different

HIGHBLOOD: you'd be all loopy

HIGHBLOOD: crackin jokes

HIGHBLOOD: half pain half humor

HIGHBLOOD: smilin all goofy

HIGHBLOOD: that's the good kinda stumblies

REDGLARE: 1 don't s33 th3 d1ff3r3nc3.

REDGLARE: -Sh3 h3s1t4ntly t4k3s 4 s34t, fold1ng h3r 4rms.

HIGHBLOOD: *slides over what looks like a pile of grilled cheese sandwiches, some handpies, and an entire hot dog rotissery off to the side* ain't that hard

HIGHBLOOD: only difference bein this :o)

HIGHBLOOD: or this >:o(

REDGLARE: Oh. How s1mpl3.

REDGLARE: ...Why do you h4v3 so much of th1s on h4nd 4t onc3.

HIGHBLOOD: *picks up a grilled cheese and bites into it* i got company *That explanation is also simple*

HIGHBLOOD: ain't i a host?

REDGLARE: 1 don't know. W3r3 you 3xp3ct1ng to b3?

HIGHBLOOD: nah i just stay prepped

HIGHBLOOD: was plannin on seein you though

HIGHBLOOD: not so much seein you got a boot all up in your ass and a whole eye out

REDGLARE: ...D1dn't.

REDGLARE: H4pp3n l1k3 th4t.

HIGHBLOOD: yeah? they took the eye then kicked you up in the ass? *chews nachos*

REDGLARE: >:|

REDGLARE: Funny.

REDGLARE: -Sh3 st34ls 4 l1ttl3 b1t of th3 food b31ng off3r3d. Just on3 s4ndw1ch to n1bbl3 4t.-

HIGHBLOOD: alls i can do is fill in the blanks on what we don't know *cracks open two faygo*

HIGHBLOOD: didn't happen when all hell broke loose

HIGHBLOOD: word be travellin fast by mouth in small populations

HIGHBLOOD: no more hell other than private ones

HIGHBLOOD: nobody else detained for unruly ass violence on a motherfucker

REDGLARE: No.

REDGLARE: B3c4us3 1t w4sn't 4 f1ght.

REDGLARE: ...Comm4nd do3sn't n33d to h34r 4bout th1s.

REDGLARE: N31th3r do3s s3cur1ty.

HIGHBLOOD: *sips* i'm up in neither divisions

REDGLARE: -Sh3 3y3s h1m. On3 3y3.-

-- gladiateCarnifex [GC] ceased pestering truculentCampyman [TC] at 16:30 --

-- gladiateCarnifex [GC] began pestering truculentCampyman [TC] at 16:30 --

HIGHBLOOD: *him slorpin on his drink*

REDGLARE: ...H4pp3n3d 1n my room.

REDGLARE: W1th D4m4r4.

HIGHBLOOD: *lifts eyebrow and lowers the bottle* she rememberin enough to have some strong as hell political opinions

REDGLARE: No.

REDGLARE: Sh3 w4s 4fr41d.

REDGLARE: For D4v3nforth.

HIGHBLOOD: i don't see how that makes you the enemy sis *eyes her*

HIGHBLOOD: *with his TWO eyes*

REDGLARE: 1t w4s 4n 4cc1d3nt.

REDGLARE: Sh3 d1dn't know sh3 could do 1t.

REDGLARE: Sh3 w4s br34k1ng th1ngs. 1 gr4bb3d h3r. St4rtl3d h3r.

HIGHBLOOD: and what you plannin on tellin everybody once all the chaos is over and motherfuckers got inquiries?

REDGLARE: -Sh3 looks 4w4y. Sh3 h4s no 1d34. 1t's obv1ous.-

HIGHBLOOD: *grunts* well shit

REDGLARE: 1 know.

HIGHBLOOD: *leans forward* for you to have none plans you was displayin your wounds sis, how bad am it? what'd they say about it?

REDGLARE: 1 r3fus3d to t4lk.

REDGLARE: S1mpl3.

HIGHBLOOD: *pokes her cheek* what'd they say about the damage?

REDGLARE: M1ght los3 th3 3y3. N33d3d st1tch3s.

HIGHBLOOD: *tips her head up* up in this age of replacements that ain't so bad

HIGHBLOOD: could say you wanted cybervision

REDGLARE: ...H1t 4 good 4mout of fl3sh th4t 1sn't 3y3.

HIGHBLOOD: hm. you was jugglin broad knives *looks in her other eye then hands her a weenie on a bun with nacho cheese on it. Right in her lap*

REDGLARE: M4d3 of l1ghtn1ng.

REDGLARE: ...

REDGLARE: 1t w4s 4 ps1on1c bl4st.

HIGHBLOOD: damn she just ain't cut you no slack on this shit >:o/

HIGHBLOOD: sure there ain't pan damage?

REDGLARE: Doctors d1dn't sugg3st 4nyth1ng wors3. St1ll. D3g3n3r4t3s furth3r, m1ght h4v3 to r3mov3 1t.

HIGHBLOOD: might just take up and out whole chunk of flesh and pop in you some cybernetics still

HIGHBLOOD: as for your story might haft sitll place blame on yon redmate

HIGHBLOOD: change up them circumstances all the same

REDGLARE: 1 suppos3.

REDGLARE: 1t's f41r.

HIGHBLOOD: were an exercise to control what muscles she gainin back, exercise gone wrong if they got ideas she all loosed cannon'd as shit

HIGHBLOOD: *sits up and shrugs* still gotta get that fit shit controlled

REDGLARE: Sh3's 4fr41d for m3 to com3 n34r h3r.

REDGLARE: ...1 don't know 1f 1 c4n h3lp.

HIGHBLOOD: want me to grab her up? *finishes faygo*

HIGHBLOOD: i got a way of soothin people

HIGHBLOOD: prolly my motherfuckin smoothass vocals

REDGLARE: Sh3's 4fr41d. Th4t m1ght b3 wors3.

HIGHBLOOD: don't take much to subdue

REDGLARE: -Sh3 s33ms 4 b1t r1g1d.- 1 don't know wh4t you m34n. But 1t's b3tt3r to not.

HIGHBLOOD: *flops to the side and stretches* you just shootin down all my ideas tata, that's cold :o(

REDGLARE: You'r3 c4ll1ng m3 t4t4 now.

REDGLARE: -Sh3 t4k3s 4noth3r sm4ll n1bbl3.-

HIGHBLOOD: yeah that's what ima call you when you bein unreasonable

REDGLARE: -Sh3 clos3s h3r 3y3, slump1ng b4ckw4rds.-

REDGLARE: 1'll.

REDGLARE: Th1nk 4bout 1t.

HIGHBLOOD: sleep on it yeah? could help you get there unless you don't like sounds of all that neither :oP

REDGLARE: >:1

REDGLARE: Suppos3 1'll b3 st4y1ng 1n th3 1nf1rm4ry.

REDGLARE: Wh3n 1 do sl33p.

HIGHBLOOD: *grins and opens his arms but falls short and pouts* damn she really does not like my clowny ass, that's harsh as hell *sounds more amused than offended tho*

REDGLARE: 1t's--

REDGLARE: Th4t's not 1t.

HIGHBLOOD: dunno sis, seems like it now i'm all motherfuckin personally wounded

REDGLARE: 1 4lr34dy know you 4r3n't.

REDGLARE: 1 don't trust th4t h34d sh1t. -Sh3 s4ys, bluntly.-

HIGHBLOOD: know you don't, also gotta think on who it comes from but i ain't gonna push you on it, just a offer

REDGLARE: Wh4t would h4pp3n?

HIGHBLOOD: i'd ease your ass into a dreamscape

REDGLARE: -Sh3's qu13t for 4 l1ttl3 wh1l3. 1t's t3mpt1ng. Sh3's r34lly... r34lly t1r3d.-

HIGHBLOOD: we could just cuddle up sis ;o) *arms up, look at this big huggable asshole*

REDGLARE: -Sh3 s1ghs. Sh3 w1ll GRUDG1NGLY conc3d3 to th1s, sh3 SUPPOS3S.-

HIGHBLOOD: *YESSSSSSSSSSSS, sits up and reaches over to GRAB his new cuddle buddy*

REDGLARE: St1tch3s. -Sh3 w4rns 4 l1ttl3 b1t, but just sort of f4lls l1mp 4g41nst h1m.-

HIGHBLOOD: you ain't the worst i held up sis, all in good hands *tugs close and lays back*

REDGLARE: -Sh3 l4ys h3r h34d on h1s ch3st, clos1ng h3r 3y3. 1t st1ll hurts. 1t's st1ll b1tt3r. But 1t's b3tt3r th4n 1t w4s b3for3, wh3n sh3 w4s w4nd3r1ng 4round 4lon3 on sor3 f33t.-

HIGHBLOOD: *He can't control her but he'll try to make sure she leaves in a better mood. She's also welcome to hang in his block and is going to find her pockets full of snack cakes but for now he'll just hold his friend and think a while*

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7. Travel

GHB has done a lot of travel, he doesn’t really mind it but if it’s for work he hates it. He’s gone from planet to planet handling all his business and the only time he really enjoys it is when he has nothing better to do or if he’s on his way somewhere he wants to be. Otherwise he doesn’t really mind drifting so long as he gets to stretch his legs.

8. Dreams

Before becoming the Grand Highblood, the one who worked for and with Condy he actually wanted to focus more on his religion. Having the position he has now is because he wants to see his moirail succeed, make sure she’s semi-safe. It’s not really a position he wants or that he’s wanted because of all the work that goes into it but it’s something he can do where it’s much easier to make sure she’s alright (even though she can look out for herself). 

9. Music

He loves music, obviously enjoying wind instruments the most but of course there are some that he can’t really play because he’s a big. He enjoys all manner of winds though they’re just really nice and something he could sit back and play on slow days to fill the silence and shut himself up. 

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come check it, we can get a motherfuckin jam a goin after :o)

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Darkleer:

punctual to sleep ass layin all heavy as a motherfucker on mine mane

can’t boot you off on account of some soft delicate rainbow swirl nested on your canvas 

got my ass tied down this is bullshit >:o( 

Dad:

(First a recipe for a coconut cream pie with a lemon whip top)

ambled my ass on in your professional domain for a spell and left you a lil somethin bro :o)

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Redglare:

sis, peep it

(Picture of a whole heapin buncha baked goods down in the kitchen as well as a plate and fork) ;o) lets dish

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[[ Christmas morning, the Grand Highblood will be finding a present from Feferi. It's a beach set built for a very large troll. Shovels, recreational sand troughs, tent sized tie dye beach towels, huge saucer sunglasses, 80 gallons of Alternian strength sunscreen, a tie dye set of swimming trunks... the works. ]]

:oO

Look at this shit, gaze upon it. Which he does so fondly and wraps it all up to place in the appropriate area of his block, all around his block. Fantastic. When they come to a beach he will be the beachiest. 

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DARKLEER: *There is no warning or preamble to Chiron arriving to Typhon's block. He grew restless and unable to sleep these few days since his return from the prison hold. It's hard for him to describe his mood, the whole thing made even worse with the persistant presence of the Nothing pressing in on his subconscious. The valve of void against his being still would not shut no matter how much he tried dist

DARKLEER: racting or otherwise exhausting himself. The old horse was tired beyond compare and could only really think to turn to one person. How fortuitous that the troll who's presence had been coveted but denied for sweeps on end was residing only a few paces away. Chiron won't even bother knocking, just letting himself into the block. The levels of fucks he gave about what he was walking in on were at an

DARKLEER: all time low.*

HIGHBLOOD: *Fuckin rude. Typhon doesn't expect visitors so he looks up with a mild surprise. This should've been a visitor he anticipated however. While Darkleer was gone he didn't worry much. Chiron wouldn't let himself be bested by some two-bit assholes. Typhon was actually expecting him to rip the ship apart but that hadn't happened from what he heard. He was curious on why that wasn't the case and sits u

HIGHBLOOD: p straight. Seems like his hands are dirtied with paint and from in front of him a colorful head pokes out and looks curiously at Darkleer before smiling and scrambling upward to go meet him. Gallen all with dirty hands and a dirty face and shirt covered in paint and no pants. He still takes off his pants and Typhon doesn't put them back on, sometimes you just gotta be free. He feels that. This f

HIGHBLOOD: ilthy child is chanting "Aba aba" and gonna cling to the big horse* left all your politenesses behind huh chiron?

HIGHBLOOD: *not that he can talk, he never knocks* amble your big ass on in bro, might as well

DARKLEER: D ==>> Prison was a changing e%perience *Lets himself inside but not before fixing Gallen with a look, perhaps the smallest touch with the tips of his claws.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> This wriggler is filthy

HIGHBLOOD: we paintin *Obviously*

HIGHBLOOD: *Meanwhile Gallen's reaching for Darkleer's hand, gonna nuzzle it*

DARKLEER: *Clearly the child is thirsty for affection, which Chiron can't fault him for. Bonding with one's lusus is a completely natural experience. He dares to lower himself to one knee, giving him a closer inspection.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> You needn't be so glad *rumbles to Gal with a squint*

HIGHBLOOD: *It's been a long time since he saw him, he missed his sweaty scent and perks as he takes a knee. Gallen smiles at him and tries to hug him best he can but he big. He's dirty with paint and there's some evidence of the an earlier sweet snack around his mouth but otherwise his hair's been brushed out and his clothes aren't as dirty as they could be*

HIGHBLOOD: *Typhon's just leaning and watching with a grin* awww lil brother missed you *Also eyeing Chiron*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Suppose he did *He looks as unpleasant as always but oddly not willing to argue. Chiron is now sitting on the floor, legs crossed.*

HIGHBLOOD: *Gallen babbles and nuzzles Chiron's torso, grubby little hands grabbing to climb up him. Hello father, let me touch your face*

HIGHBLOOD: and you took your sweetass time arriving

DARKLEER: D ==>> Was no fault of mine

DARKLEER: D ==>> There were a number to consider beyond myself

HIGHBLOOD: *snorts but considers that* quantity that strong you couldn't do nothin?

DARKLEER: D ==>> None by conventional means

DARKLEER: D ==>> The operation required tact rather than brute force

DARKLEER: D ==>> The enactment of such took a... surprising toll

DARKLEER: D ==>> And continues to do so

HIGHBLOOD: *Rumbles in thought and wipes hand on a damp towel before moving to sit next to him* hmph, sound more like you were bein lazy *Though now he's a little worried*

HIGHBLOOD: what all exhaustion ails you?

DARKLEER: *is actually allowing Gallen to crawl on him as he sighs*

DARKLEER: D ==>> It does not appear natural as I sense that it feeds off the essence of my being

DARKLEER: D ==>> From within *places his fist along his middle, gesturing to his core*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Perhaps even literally

DARKLEER: D ==>> It does not cease now

HIGHBLOOD: *furrows brows now* and whats feastin on you? *should he punch it out?*

HIGHBLOOD: *Gallen is also taking precious advantage of the stern dad letting him climb all over him, sitting on his shoulder and leaning on his face*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Not to presume myself melodramatic but... I can only describe it as the Void *Doesn't seem to mind Gallen climbing all over his face and just closes his eyes, rumbling.*

HIGHBLOOD: *Gallen gives a purr against his temple, laying on the top of his head. Welcome home*

HIGHBLOOD: like you ain't already perceived as such

HIGHBLOOD: but i'll take your word for this bein different

DARKLEER: D ==>> That would be accurate *Dammit, Gallen. Why do you have to be so sweet and pantsless. It's not like Darkleer would have the heart in him to try moving him. He does pause.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Shall I provide a demonstration

HIGHBLOOD: it would help to know where i oughta place alla my concerns

DARKLEER: *What is even around? Trusting that Typhon has a shit ton of horns lying around, Darkleer reaches for one and holds it up. Behold this magic trick.*

DARKLEER: *keeping eye contact with him, he shifts his fingers and the horn disappears right before his eyes*

HIGHBLOOD: *Naturally he does, who would he be without his pile of horns? Typhon watches him as he lifts it then lifting his brows as it disappears* well shit

HIGHBLOOD: that's new

HIGHBLOOD: and is what eats at you?

DARKLEER: D ==>> I cannot shut it off

HIGHBLOOD: so with no other target you feel it disappearing at your insides

DARKLEER: D ==>> Unconsciously, yes *nods, as best as he can with Gallen clinging to him horn*

HIGHBLOOD: *grunts*

HIGHBLOOD: perhaps you need to work more at it to get it better under control

DARKLEER: D ==>> It is preposterous

DARKLEER: D ==>> I have spent sweeps upon immeasurable sweeps mastering the skill of harnessing my own strength

DARKLEER: D ==>> Only to have this

DARKLEER: D ==>> Ability

DARKLEER: D ==>> Draw me back as if the effort was for naught

HIGHBLOOD: *makes a face at him* you just bitchin again *tips up his chin with a scoff* look to it as somethin else to master

HIGHBLOOD: not as a drawback but another bit to make yourself stronger

DARKLEER: *gives him a look like pls.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Is that your final opinion

DARKLEER: D ==>> Perhaps I have no interest in this proposition

HIGHBLOOD: from what i understand, regardless of you havin interest in what i gotta say, you still able to master it

DARKLEER: D ==>> How infuriatingly optimistic of you

HIGHBLOOD: nah that just you bein all melancholy and shit

DARKLEER: D ==>> You sound so certain *grumbles and begins trying to pry Gallen off his horn.*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Almost as if you are not the troll being subject to sleep deprivation and the consequential e%haustion thereof

DARKLEER: D ==>> You must know that I came with a purpose

HIGHBLOOD: *The wriggler makes a sound and hugs tighter, no he loves this face. Holds onto the horn and the face*

HIGHBLOOD: here i was hopin you came to get some time in

DARKLEER: *could just about roll his eyes, if only he weren't so tired*

DARKLEER: D ==>> I came seeking assistance

DARKLEER: D ==>> If you are not

DARKLEER: D ==>> Opposed

HIGHBLOOD: *Is he not allowed to miss his huffy mostly redmate?* depends on what you seek specifically *eyeing him though*

DARKLEER: D ==>> Allow me to sleep

DARKLEER: D ==>> If you are capable

DARKLEER: *why would you miss this awkward lump of sweat*

HIGHBLOOD: *Because he love him as gross as that is*

HIGHBLOOD: *sighs* so i am

HIGHBLOOD: lay yourself on down

DARKLEER: D ==>> ...

DARKLEER: D ==>> The wriggler *gestures at*

HIGHBLOOD: lay him on down too i doubt he leavin your canvas

HIGHBLOOD: *Clingiest child*

DARKLEER: *These things he does for the sake of not accidentally squishing Gallen to a pulp. The horse troll settles his large, weary self onto his side. He keeps close to Typhon, curling right by his crossed legs. Gallen, of course, is free to keep sticking to his horn as Darkleer shuts his eyes and waits.*

HIGHBLOOD: *Now that they're laying down Gallen sits then crawls over Chiron to get under his chin. There's a knee then a foot in his face briefly while the child climbs and eventually settles. Typhon just laughs and puts his hand on Chiron's head*

HIGHBLOOD: ima get you on some shit that you missed *Pat pat, but the patting doesn't feel like it lasts for long. Chiron would feel pleasantly numb. A nice buzz that started at the base of his skull and travelled over the rest of his body*

HIGHBLOOD: *There's a busy portion of Chiron's mind that he clouds with images of things he may have missed with Gallen. Then thoughts and smells and memories of Chiron's own. Things he held dear to him and liked to think about even if they're old the memory comes back clear as the day it happened*

HIGHBLOOD: *His body would feel light, floating almost. Rushing through pleasant colors and sensations that lulled him to relax and give into the rest he needed. Meanwhile Typhon sat over him with his head in his lap and combed back his hair. Idly humming while their eyes flashed green and purple*

DARKLEER: *The relief was beyond anything anything he could have hoped for. Chiron exhales and truely lets himself relax, letting himself get lost in the swirls of memory and color, scents of open grasslands and beaches of a planet he missed sorely with wriggler-like nostalgia. A few moments of the exposure and the blueblood begins purring in his doze, finally at peace in his sleep with Typone combing thro

DARKLEER: ugh his long hair.*