[ Brooding ghb is brooding, and inside a lake too! surprise! To think he'd actually voluntarily sit in a body of water for no reason.

He finds the slight pressure of water against his skin both soothing and a bit unnerving, helping him to relax a bit, but he still seems a bit on-edge. The toll of abstaining from his usual activities is beginning to show- he isn't wearing any of the face paint, hair much flatter and smoothed back from being submerged in water, and most of his trademark clothing and accessories are missing. Being in the water might also be the reason for this, but still, something definitely looks a bit amiss about the massive highblood.

The guy just really needs something to kill, man. ]

...........

[ He seems aware of the video being on, giving the device a sideways glance, but he just makes a low growling sound and turns away from it again, glaring at the ripples in the water. ]


...ugh, at least give a brother the sight of motherfucking crashing waves. Calamity. War. [ Grumbling to himself low and under his breath. ]

 Heh, heh, I all up and had the wicked motherfucking taste of being a tiny little beast for a change. How do you motherfuckers even stand it?

[ something very furry keeps pacing back and forth in front of the camera. looks like a really very fuzzy cat. ]

Motherfucking... paws and shit, the fuck--

[ it's an extremely vulgar cat, apparently. and it continues to mutter to himself, pacing about on top of what looks like a large rock out in the middle of somewhere....outside the plaza? there's background noise of people talking and walking about. ]

[ then he hisses at the camera irritably, batting at it with his clumsy paws, claws extended. ]

Ah..

[The video only shows the briefest flash of a face - deep jade eyes with a soft yellow glow, grey skin and black hair that's drenched down from its usual style and curled in wet tendrils around a confused and wary expression. She has been there for some time now, though quietly, getting her bearings, working out what this place might be and whether or not she truly is dead.

The answer to the last - and most pressing - of her concerns appears to be 'no', but of course that brings up a whole new set of questions and problems. No afterlife that she had ever heard of had been anything like this.

A moment later, after giving a clear view of her location - a quiet corner of the plaza - the video feed is ended. It's several more minutes before a text is sent out.]


If It Is Not Too Much Trouble.
I Would Appreciate Some Assistance.



[[ooc: Please feel free to respond however you like! Action is fine too :>]]

[ A hulking figure shows up on the screen just sitting outside in the rain on the island, staring off into the distance. It's not that the weather bothers him that much, but... ]

Now ain't this just the most motherfucking dullest of days? Rain all up and pouring from the soggy shit clouds under motherfucking water... what the fuck is that even all supposed to mean?

[ basically, rain sucks. rain underwater in a bubble sucks. he's been way too spoiled by the sun. it's his secret guilty pleasure. ]

[ The highblood's apartment is completely trashed. The building has huge holes in its walls, one which currently has a fist through it. He doesn't actually seem angry, but just seems to be frustrated or taking out some pent-up anger on the poor building. He wails on it until it's literally just a pile of rubble, where he then looks satisfied before walking towards the SFC that had been lying on the ground.

It's picked up, then the screen goes dark. Mostly because it's in the highblood's fist the entire time, though muffled noises can be heard.

The device is set down again and on the screen is the rocky walls of the cave. Well, more the ceiling rather than the walls, since he put the device down screen-up.

Attention, Vatheon. The Grand Highblood has now taken up residency inside the cave! He won't wake the Kraken, I promise. ]

Where can a brother all find a motherfucking nice little sun spot around here? Before, couldn't even be standing that noise for too long. Just all up and irritated a brother's skin with the motherfucking harsh rays but not-as-harsh as the sun I'm all motherfucking used to.

[ A large lion is peering into the screen and for obvious reasons cannot type. Just imagine Scar, but bulkier, bigger, and hairier. He backs up from the camera a bit, circling around on the grass then plopping down in the sun. Damn, it's nice and comfortable being a fucking Earth cat. Just. This sun, man. It's so nice. ]

But now... motherfucking now... it's all a brother can even be getting his interest on about.

[ yaaaawn ] 

[The video feed flickers on to show a lovely adult troll, tyrian colored eyes matching her tyrian painted lips. Thick black hair down to the ground that seems to wrap around her figure. She, all together, looks rather bored, like this is some tedious effort she doesn't want to deal with.]

Hello, Vatheon.

[A smile touches her features, one much softer than most would expect! Less condescending than her title implies.]

I feel now is a good time to introduce my presence and-

[She turns her head away from the video for a moment, something obviously caught her attention. The video becomes shaky as she walks quickly.]

Grand Highblood?

[The video doesn't turn from its original position, but a low rumbling voice can be heard offscreen:]

Well, my lady. Didn't think I would be all motherfucking finding you here so quick-like and shit.