Aw, that's a shame. Mortus was fun. The 50+ pages of in-depth logs we had didn't tip you off, though?

Aw, that's a shame. Mortus was fun. The 50+ pages of in-depth logs we had didn't tip you off, though?
CC: ∑ ^ owo it was a hyperbole you fuck
Yeah, one would hope you'd...you know, done yer homework. OH WELL.
DREAMLOG: Signa talks to Malhaut! There is tea and PLANS.
[08:22] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] began pestering nefariousNautilus [NN] at 20:22 --
[08:23] -- crimsonCartographer's [CC'S] dreamform floats aimlessly about the dark planet. She's forgotten what it was she meant to do. --
[08:25] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] stirs from his dream!slumber back on derse. Rubbing the haze of grogginess from his eyes, he sits up and stretches. Well... Yey. The captain drags himself to the window to look out on the land, and yawns, listening to the chatter below of the dersite inhabitants. Ah...it's nice to be able to hear that on both sides of his head instead of one. =u= --
[08:25] NN: *Derse]
[08:26] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] feels something in one of her pockets. What is this? --
[08:26] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] draws out a small packet of Dersite tea. Why did she take this? Perhaps another random act of madness. --
[08:29] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] wonders what to do with this thing. Just dropping it seems improper. Returning it, even assuming she could find the owner, would be awkward. So what can one do? --
[08:30] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] recalls that Malhaut likes tea. Maybe it's time to pay her fearless captain a visit. --
[08:32] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] is still waking himself up a bit, so he just leans on the sill of the window. He takes a deep breath in, then breathes it back outwards again. Very refreshing... He's feeling pretty content right now--
[08:33] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] floats off into the sky above the dark world, searching for the tower that must surely house her captain. After a little fruitless effort, she finds a window with a familiar figure leaning out! --
[08:33] CC: +->Malhaut!<-+
[08:37] -- nefariousNautilus's [NN'S] finears both swivel towards the source of voice, aka, Signa, and he blinks. Ah, that's what he was supposed to do! Either way, seeing that she seems fairly /normal/ pleases him, and this is shown by a small but sincere smile. He waves to her. --
[08:38] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] floats up to Malhaut laziliy, grinning. --
[08:38] CC: +->How're you, Malhaut?<-+
[08:38] NN: Ah, I am dooing razer vell, zank joou...
[08:38] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] chuckles quietly. --
[08:38] NN: ...I voould take it joou are dooing vell too?
[08:39] CC: +->As well as can be.<-+
[08:39] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] frowns. --
[08:39] CC: +->I had forgotten how loud they are.<-+
[08:39] CC: +->But that's not why I'm here. I found this among my piles of stolen stuff (I think), so I brought it to you. Looks to be tea.<-+
[08:44] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] tilts his head to the side slightly in curiosity, then accepts it to INSPECT THE TEEAAA. --
[08:45] NN: Vell, zank joou... Hoov curioous zoough. I voonder vhat its prooperties are.
[08:45] CC: +->I guess all there is is to try it.<-+
[08:45] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] is wearing a passable imitation of Malhaut's neutral face. --
[08:49] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] holds the bag in his hands, looking it over carefully. He'd try some now...but...Aw yeah, he realizes he can't captchalogue it. Therefore, no codes for him.--
[08:50] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] looks it over, figures...heck...it can't be /that/ hard to get ahold of, then shrugs to himself. --
[08:50] NN: Right joou are...
[08:50] NN: ...Acutally...I zink I shoould prepare it noov. Signa, voould joou be interested in jooining me?
[08:51] CC: +->Ehm, sure.<-+
[08:53] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] nods contently, gesturing for Signa to follow him and enter through his window. In this place...window entrances aren't so unheard of, or bothersome. --
[08:54] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] peers around. What is Malhaut's dreamroom like? --
[08:56] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] dreamroom is a fairly simple set-up. Nothing that fancy, but it's almost /eerily/ plain...Maybe it reflects his spy-ish nature. In reality, there're lots of hidden compartments. As a matter of fact, he slides his hand over a portion of the wall and a panel opens up. MICROWAVE FTW %D --
[08:59] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] goes through a cabinet (that's also in a wall panel. Go figure.) to get a glass measuring cup, then walks off to the bathroom. Hey, plumbing of the bathroom sink is no lesser than anywhere else. He fills the cup with water, then goes back, putting it in the mic to heat up until it BOILS ||D --
[09:01] CC: +->That's pretty efficient...<-+
[09:02] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] gets a couple of teacups in the meantime. Once the mic's done doing its job, he removes the measuring cup of boiling water, then opens up the plastic bag and takes out the teabag itself. --
[09:02] NN: Hm~... Jes, it certainly prooves too be, I vill agree.
[09:03] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] is examining the microwave. --
[09:03] CC: +->This is a microwave, right?<-+
[09:03] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] puts that teabag into the water as he answers. --
[09:04] NN: Zat is coorrect. I like zat it is in ze vall instead oof being bulky...and in ze vay.
[09:04] CC: +->My hive had one before I left it. It was much older than this one, though.<-+
[09:07] NN: Mh, is zat soo? Alvays soomezing good too have aroound ze hive foor moost anjoone.
[09:08] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] is just waiting for the tea to steep now, so he casually leans against some uncovered wall behind him while talking. --
[09:09] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] sits down on the floor, a bit off-put by the plainness of the room. If there was ONE hidden door, there must be many. --
[09:15] CC: +->So...where is Gallia's dreamtower?<-+
[09:15] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] seems genuine curious. She didn't find her other-favorite authority figure during her little sweep, so maybe the first one knows. --
[09:17] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] looks to the side and out the window. His expression drifts from pleased to neutral...and maybe a little solemn. --
[09:25] NN: ...Hers is noot too far froom here. Froom ze vindoov, if joou look oout oof it, it is oonly a bit too ze left oof here...
[09:25] NN: ...Unfoortunately, she is noot in it at ze current time.
[09:25] CC: +->...?<-+
[09:26] CC: +->Why not?<-+
[09:29] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] remains silent for an extra moment or two before continuing on. This matter...it's never pleasant to him. --
[09:30] NN: Too put it simply... her dreamself is noot...
[09:30] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] breathes out quietly. --
[09:30] NN: ...safe too alloov ooutside oof vhere she is.
[09:30] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] narrows her eyes. --
[09:31] CC: +->She's dangerous in some way, then.<-+
[09:31] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] nods, slowly. --
[09:32] NN: Jes... Sadly... Alzoough I am voorking too fix zat.
[09:32] -- nefariousNautilus's [NN'S] tone becomes a bit more determined, and slightly cold. SRS BSNS here. --
[09:35] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] frowns. --
[09:35] CC: +->Is there anything I can do to help?<-+
[09:42] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] bites the inside of his cheek gently, considering...then gets to picking up the now ready-to-drink tea and pouring it for them. He hands one of the cups to Signa. --
[09:43] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] takes the cup cautiously, staring daggers at the steamy liquid within. --
[09:43] NN: ...I zink, perhaps, zere may be soomezing joou can doo too assist viz zis prooblem.
[09:44] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] stares down at his own tea, not sipping yet. --
[09:44] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] is all audiosensory organs. --
[09:45] NN: See, Gallia...she carries a curse, due too ze actioons oof her ancestoor. Alzoough she has kept zis curse at bay in her real self, she is having a much moore difficult time viz her dreamself.
[09:45] CC: +->A...a curse?<-+
[09:46] CC: +->Like, a magic curse?<-+
[09:46] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] seems a bit skeptical. --
[09:46] NN: ...A psychic oone, soo by extentioon, joou coould say zat...
[09:47] NN: Her ancestoor vas a very murderoous, dangeroous individual. She villed her decendant too carry oon in her image.
[09:47] -- crimsonCartographer's [CC'S] face is grim. --
[09:47] CC: +->Okay.<-+
[09:47] CC: +->So she has a mental imperative to...to be murderous.<-+
[09:47] CC: +->And her waking self can restrain it but her dreamself cannot.<-+
[09:48] CC: +->Am I following?<-+
[09:48] -- nefariousNautilus's [NN'S] feeling rather down, thinking about these morbid things, but...they have to be addressed. --
[09:51] NN: ...Almoost, very cloose... It is moore oor less zat ze curse itself is nearly an entity, egging her oon.
[09:52] NN: But jes. Her vaking self is noot nearly as heckled by it.
[09:54] CC: +->I see.<-+
[09:54] CC: +->...an entity.<-+
[09:54] CC: +->As in, it can be defeated.<-+
[09:54] CC: +->Any entity can be killed.<-+
[09:54] NN: ...
[09:54] -- crimsonCartographer's [CC'S] face becomes darker (if that was possible). --
[09:55] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] doesn't say anything for a moment of silence. He's basically in the same state as Signa. --
[09:56] NN: ...Noot quite...but...it can be remooved. Replaced.
[09:56] CC: +->Replaced?<-+
[09:56] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] seems surprised. --
[09:56] CC: +->With what?<-+
[09:57] NN: ...Jes... Oour current chooice oof actioon is too remoove oor neutralize Gallia's current afflictioon viz anoozer oof greater oor equal poover.
[09:57] NN: Eizer she vill be left viz a curse zat is noot nearly as harmful...oor zey vill cancel each oozer oout.
[09:57] CC: +->You...want to enact a different psychic curse.<-+
[09:58] CC: +->...but from where?<-+
[09:58] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] frowns. --
[09:58] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] nods slowly, looking back up to the window. --
[09:58] CC: +->I don't have any psychic ability I'm aware of, unless I've been terribly ignorant all of my life.<-+
[09:59] NN: ...I doo noot believe any oof us doo...and tampering viz ze terroors is noot an ooptioon by far. Much too dangeroous.
[10:00] CC: +->So what do you have in mind?<-+
[10:00] NN: ...I have been voondering if, perhaps...any oof zis game's enemies may have such abilities.
[10:00] CC: +->I doubt someone prototyped anything with psionics.<-+
[10:02] NN: ...I agree...Perhaps zen, a denizen, oor maybe even coonsoorts?
[10:03] CC: +->Her lizards are magic, aren't they...?<-+
[10:04] NN: ...Jes...zat is true as vell...
[10:04] NN: ...hm...
[10:04] -- nefariousNautilus's [NN'S] expression becomes somewhat less grave, and more thoughtful.. --
[10:04] NN: ...Her coonsoorts...much less dangeroous zan enemies...zere are many oof zem...
[10:05] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] actually...smiles a bit? --
[10:05] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] detects the small smile. --
[10:06] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] grins, her eyes showing a measure of pride. --
[10:10] -- nefariousNautilus, [NN,] over time, gives off more of a confident and somewhat /relieved/ aura. Yes, this might actually work. --
[10:10] CC: +->So...you seem to have a plan now.<-+
[10:10] NN: I believe soo, Signa...Heh...I shall see too it zat matter is investigated vhen I vake...~
[10:10] -- crimsonCartographer's [CC'S] grin might be infectious for lesser trolls. Malhaut? NOT FUCKIN' LIKELY. --
[10:11] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] still takes note of it, and since they're both happy, she'll get a nice, contented and pleased smile. --
[10:12] -- crimsonCartographer's [CC'S] smile suddenly converts to suprise, and then what looks like discomfort. --
[10:13] CC: +->Welp.<-+
[10:13] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] collapses to the floor, out like a light. --
[10:14] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] takes in a deep but quiet breath of his tea, eyes closed. Even if he-oh wait nevermind Signa's out? Um... --
[10:15] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] blinks, looking down at Signa... He crouches down next to her, still holding his cup. Poke poke... Gentle shoulder shake... --
[10:15] NN: ...Signa?...
[10:15] -- crimsonCartographer's [CC'S] dreamself sits up abruptly. --
[10:15] CC: +->Ow.<-+
[10:15] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] rubs her head. --
[10:15] CC: +->...I think I fell down the stairs.<-+
[10:16] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] flinches back a bit, still crouching. Looking a little concerned, and a little confused at the same time, he asks: --
[10:17] NN: ...Fell doovn ze...stairs? Shoould joou noot be avake in joour oovn boody zen?...and...
[10:17] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] frowns --
[10:17] NN: ...Hoov did joou fall doovn stairs vhile asleep?...
[10:17] CC: +->Sleepwalking?<-+
[10:17] CC: +->I'unno.<-+
[10:17] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] shifts into a cross-legged position. --
[10:18] CC: +->Anyway.<-+
[10:18] CC: +->You have a plan now.<-+
[10:18] CC: +->...how's the tea?<-+
[10:18] NN: Jes, zat voould be right, and..
[10:18] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] looks down at this tea. --
[10:19] NN: ...I vas just gooing too try it, actually...
[10:19] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] stands straight once more, then gingerly sips at the tea... WHAT DOES IT TASTE LIKE?? --
[10:22] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] samples it. It's got a bit of a strange bite to it, but...it's not that far off from chamomile. What an odd combination. Actually, it kind of wakes his dreamself up even more, which...probably translates to his real self being even deeper in sleep. --
[10:24] NN: ...It is noot bad. A bit sharp, but certainly a vaker-upper.
[10:25] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] stares at her cup, miraculously not spilled. How DOES she do it? We may never know. --
[10:25] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] cautiously sips her tea. It is as described. And it is not her "cup of tea" so to speak. --
[10:25] CC: +->Blech.<-+
[10:25] CC: +->Too strong for me.<-+
[10:26] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] shrugs slightly, sniffing his again. Odd smell... At least it shouldn't be poisonoos or anything. --
[10:27] NN: *poisonous]
[10:27] NN: Zat is alright... Soome teas really are an aquired taste. I zink zis is oone oof zem.
[10:28] CC: +->Guess so.<-+
[10:28] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] sets her cup aside carefully and stands, stretching her limbs. --
[10:28] CC: +->It's good to talk to you again, Malhaut.<-+
[10:28] CC: +->I missed you.<-+
[10:30] -- nefariousNautilus's [NN'S] lips turn upwards in one of his more commonly seen slight smiles, but, hearing that from Signa warms his vasculature enough that it also warms the expression on his face. --
[10:31] NN: Jes... It has been good too talk viz joou as vell...
[10:31] NN: ...It is alsoo nice too see joou again.
[10:31] CC: +->Such as it is, hahahaha...<-+
[10:32] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] chuckles quietly. It feels strange, to be in control again. --
[10:32] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] feels a bit off, though. --
[10:38] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] has probably been observing Signa carefully this whole time, just to see if she really /is/ fixed, and, well...so far, he's not finding anything wrong or off. --
[10:39] CC: +->...were they always so loud?<-+
[10:39] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] is frowning. --
[10:40] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] frowns again. --
[10:40] NN: ...Vhoo?... Vhat is it joou are referring too, Signa?
[10:40] CC: +->The voices.<-+
[10:40] CC: +->I don't remember them being so loud you could hear them indoors. I mean, outside of the one.<-+
[10:41] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] seems pensive, but in a worried sense. --
[10:43] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] has a very hard time hearing them normally; He has to listen very carefully. His expression shows concern regardless. --
[10:45] NN: ...Ze vooices oof ze hoorroorterroors?... Zey soound stroonger too joou zan befoore?...
[10:45] CC: +->Yeah.<-+
[10:45] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] concentrates. --
[10:46] CC: +->They seem louder than before. Maybe it's just because I haven't been me for awhile.<-+
[10:46] NN: ...It coould be... alzoough I voould noot dooubt it might have too doo viz joour previoous trauma...
[10:48] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] grimaces. --
[10:48] CC: +->That's the way the cards fell, I guess.<-+
[10:48] CC: +->...Um.<-+
[10:48] CC: +->...Where IS Gallia right now, if not in her tower?<-+
[10:48] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] takes another sip of his tea. Ugh... Sadface subjects. He needs tea to deal with this right now. --
[10:49] NN: ...Jailed... far beneaz ze surface oof zis voorld... in isoolatioon.
[10:49] CC: +->Okay.<-+
[10:49] CC: +->That's fine.<-+
[10:49] CC: +->So long as she's safe.<-+
[10:50] CC: +->...as safe as she gets, anyway.<-+
[10:50] CC: +->Wonder how they're holding her, strong as Gallia is?<-+
[10:51] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] almost answers this question, but stops himself before he moves a muscle of his face to form the words. He'd rather not talk about it... --
[10:53] NN: ...Zey have zat vell taken care oof, soo zankfully, even if she did... loose coontrool oof herself, zere is noo vay foor her too escape vizoout being released.
[10:57] CC: +->I see.<-+
[10:57] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] seems sad. --
[10:59] CC: +->...I'm gonna go see if I can salvage anything from my tower.<-+
[10:59] CC: +->Maybe I can fix it up.<-+
[10:59] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] snickers at the idea. --
[10:59] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] smiles, a little, but it's somewhat forced. --
[11:00] NN: Heh, perhaps... If joou need any assistance, doo noot be afraid too ask.
[11:01] CC: +->I will. I'll talk to you later, Malhaut.<-+
[11:02] NN: Alright... Have a safe flight, Signa. Alsoo, best oof luck too joou in ze vaking voorld, as alvays.
[11:02] CC: +->And you. Say hi to Gallia for me, please?<-+
[11:02] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] puts a foot on the windowsill. --
[11:05] NN: I vill be sure too doo soo... Alsoo...
[11:05] -- nefariousNautilus's [NN'S] smile is sad, but more sincere now, however small. --
[11:05] NN: ...Take care oof Aragua, alright?
[11:06] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] blushes slightly. --
[11:07] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] doesn't answer and launches herself out of the window, a smile creeping on to her face. --
[11:10] -- nefariousNautilus [NN] watches her leave. Signa...someday, you'll no longer be naive to how important this sort of thing is... This thought makes Malhaut both content, but...a bit depressed as well. Why? Who knows. Trolls are weird. --
[11:11] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] ceased pestering nefariousNautilus [NN] at 23:11 --
Malhaut wakes up, tells Gallia the good news about the wizard lizards, and then they go to fight some stuff to wake up.
[02:19] CER RIGHT NOW opened memo on board BITTERSWEET NAP.
[02:22] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] had been woken by her shawl's incessant siren-song, but that doesn't mean she's -moved- from their snuggly-wuggly position on the couch; she's drifted into a comfortable resting state, not asleep, but relaxed, and listening to Malhaut's steady breathing. --
[02:26] CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
[02:26] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] previously ultra-content expression has faded into a very neutral sleeping one. If there was every any signs of discontent, they were mild, and spaced between his default sleeping look. --
[02:29] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] finear which isn't pressed into the couch (his left) twitches, and his head shifts slightly in position. --
[02:29] CNN: ....mf....
[02:29] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] wouldn't be creepy enough to watch Malhaut while he sleeps, right? ... right? ... yeah, right. Gallia was sad when she woke to see Malhaut's expression wsa contented no more, but it wasn't terribly surprising. When he finally shows signs of waking, Gallia speaks to him, voice soft. --
[02:29] CER: MalhauT...?
[02:37] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes in a little deeper, then sighs quietly alongside a grumble. Normal stretching/waking-up noises that denote the person's being dragged out of a fairly deep sleep. Think of getting up for school or work. Ew. --
[02:42] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] watches him as he wakes, concern not quite able to show itself on her scarred face. She hopes he hasn't gotten into trouble. --
[02:43] CNN: ..fmph... Ooh.... jes... I am avake......
[02:43] CER: welcoume back...
[03:02] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] blinks, his brow furrowing slightly as he groggily opens his eyes. Welcome back?... Oh... wait... --
[03:03] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] notices they're both in the same position as before, basically. He relaxes with a quiet outward breath, then moves the hand that's still on Gallia in a small stroking motion. --
[03:06] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] breathes out, struggling with herself for a moment before she decides to ask, --
[03:06] CER: was iT a bad dream..?
[03:14] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] face wears a tired and small smile. He sounds and looks sincere enough...not that he might not be just a tad bit bothered. --
[03:15] CNN: Zankfully noot... Just quite a bit too zink aboout it... Zat is all...
[03:18] -- CURRENT equineReaction's [CER'S] face twitches into a sympathetic smile, and she rubs at his back, underneath his cloak. --
[03:18] CER: can I help, MalhauT?
[03:24] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] appears lulled by this rubbing, his eyelids drifting downwards some, but falling asleep again would be stupid. Heck, this is probably from Derse's damned tea. His dreamself's probably still sleeping a little light. --
[03:26] CNN: It is fine... Zere is noozing too help viz...
[03:27] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] hums contentedly in his chest though; He's at least glad that depressing thoughts can be combated with real solutions. --
[03:28] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] hums acknowledgement, but doesn't quite stop petting Malhaut's back. She can at least be sympathetic, right..? --
[03:29] CNN: ...Alzoough... I doo believe I may have soomezing too help viz joour curse...
[03:29] CER: ... ouh?
[03:32] CNN: ...Mh... I zink soo...
[03:32] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes out again and shifts a little, if only to help wake him up a bit. He'd snuggle in closer to Gallia, but...MUST NOT FALL ASLEEP AGAIN VIA BEING TOO COMFY --
[03:33] CNN: ...Gallia, joour coonsoorts... Zey voork viz magic... Zeir culture is quite invoolved in it... Maybe joour soolutioon lies viz zem...
[03:37] CER: ... a magical... ouh, ouf course! why didn'T I Think ouf This?!
[03:37] CER: iT's sou simple!
[03:38] CNN: Heh... I knoov, right?... I shoould have zoought oof it sooner myself...
[03:45] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] purses her lips in thought, keeps her voice quiet as she says, --
[03:46] CER: buT righT nouw, Their magic is dampened by The Denizen. I may have Tou kill The Denizen, firsT.
[03:49] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] left and exposed finear has been pretty droopy this whole time, just from his drowsiness, although it probably adds to the slight frown that comes to his face after she says that. But, it soon fades away and is left with the expression he had before. A slight smile. --
[03:51] CNN: Perhaps... Perhaps... But at least zere seems too be a soolutioon in sight... Alsoo, if joou are lucky, zey still might have soomezing too at least make joour situatioon a bit less stressful...
[03:53] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] smiles, inclining her head a little in something like a nod. --
[03:53] CER: There's houpe yeT, MalhauT.
[04:27] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] returns the semi-nod. He would mention having a cup of tea with Signa, but he decides to save that for later, since, along with the pleasantness of her dreamself seeming functional, he'd have to point out the matter of the horrorterror's voices getting to her easier than before. He'd rather not make her worry about something right now.--
[04:53] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] lifts her hand from under his cloak, to trail down his cheek with curled fingers. --
[04:53] CER: iT's gooud news. Thank you.
[05:00] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] nods again, slowly, only slightly as she does so. Comfy... Sleepy... Duuuurrrpp... He blinks a little harder a couple of times before huffing out quietly, still contented. --
[05:01] CNN: It is fine... Alsoo, soorry. I just cannoot seem too vake myself up toonight.
[05:04] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] snorts, cupping Malhaut's chin in her hand and flashing a lopsided grin for a moment before beginning to shift her weight upwards. --
[05:04] CER: geTTing up generally helps, mm?
[05:06] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] blinks some more, then removes his cuddled-up grip on her to sit up slowly. He can't restrain a yawn, which plainly shows those pearly whites of his. Raaaaawr... Mh. --
[05:07] CNN: Ooi... Jes... Jes it dooes.
[05:09] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] chuckles, and reaches over to take one of his hands in her firm grip. God why is that so adorable she just wants to pick him up and hug him. --
[05:10] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] trails her other hand along the couch, to the arm, where she finds her glasses. She slips them on, and shakes her head to chase away lingering drowsy-feelings. --
[05:13] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] just kind of sits there at first, but he also partakes in head-shakery to get back to reality a little better. It works to a degree, and he takes his free hand and rubs his eyes, then turns to Gallia with a smile still on his face. --
[05:15] CNN: ...Mh... Perhaps a strooll voould be a good idea. Heh... Noozing helps too vake a trooll better zan slaughter, right?
[05:16] CER: hm... shall we make a daTe ouf iT?
[05:19] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] nods lazily. --
[05:19] CNN: Jes... I doo believe zat voould be quite nice... Anyvays, I vanted too test and see if zis clooak gets in ze vay too much...
[05:22] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] yawns, showing off her fangs, and then releases Malhaut's hand and picks herself off of the couch. --
[05:24] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] follows suit, then stretches good and long. A crack or two follows. Very painful sounding, but very good feeling. --
[05:26] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] herself rolls her shoulders back, stretching out. Hooooraugh. --
[05:29] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] fishes out his whip from his pocket so he has it at hand. --
[05:30] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] also readjusts his clothing so it's nice and straight, tucking his scarf back where it should be. It'll feel odd fighting in this cloak, but...better to test it out now than find out later when it's no longer convenient. --
[05:31] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] just whips her gloves out of her strife deck - they're sleeker things, now, not boxing gloves but combat gloves, with something like coral on the knuckles and hollow needle-tip points. --
[05:31] CER: sou - ready Tou hunT?
[05:36] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] turns to her, then fondly regards his matesprit's new COMBAT GLOOOVESSS WROOAARRGHHH!!... He approves. --
[05:36] CNN: Quite, and I see joou have a coouple oof nev friends zere?
[05:37] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] snorts, in a whuff, and grins lopsidedly. It's kind of a sinister expression on her scarred face. --
[05:39] CER: This oune's diploumacy and The ouTher oune's negouTiaTioun. leT's gou lay douwn Terms.
[05:40] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] expression goes from pleasant to devious as he smirks a bit crookedly, his teeth poking out. --
[05:43] CNN: Ah, jes~... A voonderful idea, mh?
[05:44] CNN: And, if zey doo noot vish too agree too zem...zey vill be finding zemselves in quite ze predicament anyvays. Hehe...~
[05:47] -- CURRENT equineReaction's [CER'S] grin has shades of a smirk, and her tone is wicked. She turns to the door - which is probably significant, because it means she's showing her back to him without expecting attack - and heads for the door, speaking over her shoulder, --
[05:48] CER: you knouw whaT They say abouT unsuspecTing prey~
[05:49] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] notices this, buuut...he's not planning on A. Getting a fist to the face, or B. doing it again, which very well may be brought on by getting her from behind %D --
[06:09] CNN: Mh, joou mean aboout zem being terribly easy too filet?
[06:09] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] frowns. --
[06:10] CNN: ...
[06:10] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] shakes his head and follows her out. Was that just a?...Gog, nevermind. He's not even going to think about it. --
[06:10] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] laughs at his misfortune, but mercifully, she doesn't call him out. Ohohoho~ --
[06:13] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] huffs quietly, then mutters to himself about how he's letting himself slip in that department. Damn seadwelling genes. Natural addiction to seapuns my ass. --
[06:14] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] then spends some quality time porking enemies --
[06:15] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] engages the enemies in a thoughtful and considerate discussion concerning their opposing viewpoints. In case it wasn't clear, she punched them. --
[06:37] CNN ceased responding to memo.
PERSEA PERSEA PERSEA PERSEA HE IS SO ADORABLE
Nibz and Persea talk:
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] began trolling ironicMainstream [IM] at 11:59 --
TP: <~} Hello? {~>
TP: <~} Is it safe where yoü are, random troll? {~>
TP: <~} Please tell me it's safe there?! {~>
TP: <~} Please?!? {~>
IM: ... well, if you don't count the enemieth and the pothibility of people going inthane, then yeth, it'th thafe.
IM: who the fuck are you?
TP: <~} I'm someone büt are ther meteors there?! {~>
IM: ... no.
TP: <~} Oh thank güdness, where are yoü? {~>
TP: <~} Please take me in with yoü temporarily?! There's meteor showers withoüt explanation and my residence is insüfficient for tü müch more of this! {~>
IM: ...
IM: well, conthidering i'm not on Alternia i think you're fucked >8(
TP: <~} Oh no where are yoü?! {~>
IM: a magical world called i'm thafe and you're not.
TP: <~} Please help me!!! {~>
TP: <~} Do yoü know anyone who's on Alternia?! {~>
IM: ...
IM: everyone on alternia ith dead.
IM: apart from you, apparently.
IM: tho thuckth to be you, i gueth.
TP: <~} Oh dear güdness no!!! {~>
TP: <~} Is there anyway to get to someplace safer than here?! My workshop isn't müch safer than my hive büt it's slowly wearing down! {~>
IM: well.
IM: it involveth gameth and thtupid thhit.
TP: <~} I'd rather play games than die!!! {~>
IM: unfortuantly for you, you don't have anyone to play gameth with.
TP: <~} What aboüt yoü?! Yoü seem to know aboüt the games! {~>
IM: and anyway even if you play the game you might die.
IM: ...
TP: <~} I'd rather not die than die! {~>
TP: <~} MIGHT die than die I mean! {~>
IM: it'th a thtupid game with ruleth that make no thenthe.
IM: pluth the entire world ith out to get you.
TP: <~} Büt there's no blasted meteors!!! {~>
IM: and then you get thtuck with people you don't like for weekth on end.
IM: and then people thtart dieing.
IM: or growing wingth.
IM: or whatever elthe the fuck hath been going on.
IM: motht of which no-one ever tellth me about.
TP: <~} Well it'd be better than DEFINITE death still!! {~>
TP: <~} Please sir?! {~>
IM: well. you need a copy of the game.
IM: otherwithe you pretty much are fucked for real.
TP: <~} Where do I obtain this game?! {~>
IM: how the fuck thhould i know?
IM: it got thent to me >8(
TP: <~} Do yoü know of anyone who has a copy that they aren't üsing perhaps?! That'd be splendid! {~>
IM: everyone i know ith uthing their copieth.
TP: <~} Oh no... {~>
TP: <~} I don't want to die!!! {~>
IM: motht people don't >8(
TP: <~} I don't want to die sir büt I güess it'll probably happen!{~>
IM: well, thhit happenth.
IM: i mean.
IM: it happened to everyone elthe on Alternia.
IM: tho there'th not really any reathon for you to be different.
TP: <~} Büt I never did anything wrong with my life! a-and I'm not a redblüd! ;A; {~>
IM: ...
IM: i don't think meteorth care what colour blood you have.
TP: <~} Well then I süppose I shoüld hide in the water! {~>
TP: <~} Büt everything's on fire oütside!{~>
IM: well then.
IM: i gueth your only option ith to find thomeone with the game.
TP: <~} Who's in the game?! {~>
TP: <~} AAAH FIIIRE!!! {~>
IM: ... if there'th fire, why are you thtill typeing?
IM: idiot.
TP: <~} I'm rünning from it! {~>
IM: why are you typeing while running?
TP: <~} I'm sorry büt I'm not stüpid sir! {~>
IM: i think you'll find you are.
TP: <~} Yoü're my only contact with life at the moment and I want to be süre I'm alive! {~>
IM: thorry to burtht your bubble.
TP: <~} I'm not stüpid! {~>
TP: <~} ...üsüally... :c {~>
IM: you totally are.
TP: <~} I... {~>
TP: <~} ...okay... {~>
IM: now we've got that out of the way...
IM: find thomewhere that ithn't on fire, idiot.
TP: <~} Trollitexts are very convenient thoügh, and yes I am! {~>
TP: <~} I'm headed for the ocean right now! {~>
IM: good for you.
TP: <~} There's fire everywhere sir, I'm scared... {~>
IM: ...
IM: if you don't let it fucking tocuh you, it'th nothing to worry about.
IM: *touch)).
IM: if you're in the water, it'th nothing to worry about.
IM: holy fuck.
IM: combine thothe two ideath and maybe you won't fucking die.
TP: <~} I am {~>
TP: <~} ! {~>
IM: what happened now?
IM: you fall over becauthe you were typing and running at the thame time?
TP: <~} No, mistyping! {~>
TP: <~} I meant, "I am!" büt it misyped! {~>
TP: <~} Mistyped, blast it! {~>
IM: you can't be that worried about your thafety if you can find time to type tho much.
TP: <~} I jüst type fast! {~>
IM: ...
IM: are you at leatht in the water or whatever now?
TP: <~} Aboüt jüst one moment please sir! {~>
IM: okay i actually need to know.
IM: why the fuck do you keep calling me thir.
TP: <~} Now I'm in the water. Müch less dangeroüs, büt it's so dark... {~>
TP: <~} I call yoü sir becaüse it's the nice thing to do!{~>
IM: it'th fucking wierd, thtop it.
TP: <~} Sorry... {~>
TP: <~} I'll stop, then. {~>
IM: good.
IM: now you're in the water, are you going to thtop panicking about thtupid crap?
TP: <~} For now, yes.. {~>
IM: good.
IM: i wath beginning to think you were going to overtake Valert in the 'wortht troll to ever live' thtaketh.
TP: <~} Üntil some giant seabeast tries to attack me...oh güdness oh güdness there's monsters in the ocean how did I forget? {~>
IM: oh, there we go.
IM: well done.
IM: you are now the wortht troll to ever live.
IM: have a prize.
TP: <~} :c {~>
TP: <~} I'm sorry, I know I was never güd at that kind of thing... {~>
IM: you don't theem good at anything other than being a complete wuth.
TP: <~} I-I can büild things! {~>
IM: oh.
IM: yay.
TP: <~} I can büild things really nicely! {~>
IM: what a worthwhile thkill when there are meteorth raining down.
TP: <~} It's what my ancestor did thoügh... {~>
IM: ... more wonderful ancethtor crap.
IM: why the fuck are you highbloodth tho into that thhit?
TP: <~} Becaüse my ancestor gave me a pretty heirlüm... {~>
TP: <~} It was nice of him... {~>
IM: blah blah blah no-one careth.
TP: <~} I do! {~>
IM: ...
TP: <~} Büt, üh.. {~>
IM: okay fine.
TP: <~} I know yoü don't and that's okay. {~>
IM: i'll humor you.
IM: aren't you lucky.
TP: <~} No, no, please don't hümor me... {~>
IM: why not?
IM: i mutht know what other thtupid thhit your ancethtor did.
TP: <~} Büt I'm not a mean seatroll, I don't want to force yoü to do something yoü don't want to do! {~>
IM: no, i'm doing thith of my own choice.
IM: tell me.
IM: i'm jutht dieing to know.
TP: <~} ...Well... {~>
TP: <~} H-he büilt seaships like I do, and... {~>
TP: <~} He was big and strong!{~>
IM: you mutht be thuch a dithapointment, then.
TP: <~} I...I probably am... {~>
IM: ...
IM: conthidering you didn't tell me earlier, what'th your name?
TP: <~} P-Persea! c: {~>
TP: <~} What aboüt yoü? Ünless yoü don't want to say, thoügh, then that's fine tü... {~>
IM: Nibzan Somrar.
TP: <~} Nice to meet yoü, Nibzan. {~>
IM: now that i have thomethinmg to call you other than idiot, we can proceed.
IM: with whatever we were talking about.
IM: *thomething)).
TP: <~} Yoü were...asking aboüt my ancestor, I think. {~>
IM: probably.
IM: oh yeah.
IM: about how crappy you are compared to them.
TP: <~} Yeah... {~>
IM: tho, anything elthe you'd like to thay about them?
TP: <~} ...I don't know. {~>
IM: good.
IM: mow i can thtopped pretending to be interethted.
IM: *now)).
IM: *thtop)).
TP: <~} Alright. {~>
TP: <~} That's fine!{~>
IM: anyway, you wanted to know about people who might have the game?
TP: <~} Yes! {~>
TP: <~} That woüld be splendid!!! {~>
IM: well.
IM: Malhaut, i gueth, thince heth our 'leader'. nefariousNautilus.
IM: equineReaction.
IM: lightningAuthoritarian, but he'th a douche.
TP: <~} nN, eR, lA... {~>
TP: <~} I will remember these! {~>
TP: <~} Thank yoü so müch!!! {~>
IM: it probably won't help, but whatever.
IM: if anyone athkth where you got thothe tagth, don't thay it wath me.
IM: i have a reputation to keep up.
TP: <~} ...Okay. c: {~>
IM: none of them would ever rethpect me again if they thought i helped a fucking highblood.
TP: <~} Oh {~>
TP: <~} I can not tell them then! {~>
IM: good.
IM: make thure you don't.
TP: <~} I will make süre.{~>
IM: ... you need to thtop being tho nice.
IM: it'th not right.
TP: <~} I'm sorry, it's jüst how I am... {~>
IM: well, you ought to try being a little more like a normal troll.
IM: otherwithe you'll get eaten by the firtht theamonthter that cometh acroth you.
TP: <~} I don't want to be eaten! {~>
TP: <~}{~>
IM: well then you'd better get your act together, thhouldn't you?
TP: <~} I shoüld büt it's easier said than done... ;_; {~>
IM: have you even tried?
TP: <~} I've tried a coüple times, büt I always scare myself when I do... {~>
IM: ...
IM: you are pathetic.
TP: <~} ;.; I'm sorry. {~>
IM: how did you even manage to thurvive to thee the meteorth?
TP: <~} I don't get oüt müch... {~>
IM: i can thee that.
IM: it'th pretty obviouth.
TP: <~}{~>
TP: <~} I can't help it... {~>
IM: fuck, jutht learn to take the inthultth and thtop being thuch a wuth.
IM: unthult me back or thomething.
TP: <~} Üm, if yoü want, I güess... {~>
IM: i'll be interethted to thee what you come up with.
TP: <~} ... {~>
TP: <~} I can't insült yoü ünless I know more aboüt yoü to insült... {~>
IM: ...
IM: thure, why not.
IM: anything thpecific you need to know?
TP: <~} ...Yoür lisp is ridicüloüs, why do yoü lisp, stüpid! {~>
TP: <~} :c {~>
IM: ... that would actually be okay if you hadn't completely ruined it right after.
TP: <~} Sorry... {~>
IM: but i gueth you tried tho whatever.
TP: <~} ;ü; {~>
IM: ... come on that wath practically a compliment.
IM: thtop with the thtupid faceth.
TP: <~} Okay... {~>
IM: ...
IM: you're jutht not trying, are you.
IM: you're jutht gonna thit there being completely pathetic.
IM: and then thomething'll kill you and i gueth it'd be good for the remaining population.
TP: <~} No no no I'm sorry!!! {~>
TP: <~} I'll insült yoü more if it makes yoü happy?! {~>
TP: <~} I don't want to die... {~>
IM: ...
IM: it wouldn't even be worth it.
TP: <~} ;_; {~>
IM: there'th no point you inthulting me if you're doing it becauthe you're thcared.
IM: if i ever happen to thee you for whatever reathon, i am going to thmack you until you get thome thenthe.
TP: <~} Okay. {~>
IM: ... you're not meant to thay okay to that.
IM: what the fuck ith wrong with you.
TP: <~} ;~; {~>
IM: okay theriouthly thtop that.
TP: <~} I'm sorry... {~>
IM: the.
IM: wortht.
IM: troll.
IM: of.
IM: all.
IM: time.
IM: holy fucking gog.
IM: ] >8(
IM: and don't fucking thay thorry >8(
IM: or okay >8(
IM: or any of your other bullthhit thingth you keep thaying >8(
TP: <~} ;A; {~>
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] gave up trolling ironicMainstream [IM] at 14:53 --
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] changed their mood to DISCONTENT --
And some more...
-- ironicMainstream [IM] began trolling taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 14:53 --
IM: I AM GOING TO HIT YOU THO HARD >8(
IM: YOU ARE GOING TO GET PUNCHED IN THE FACE >8(
IM: IN
IM: THE >8(
IM: FACE >8(
IM: THO HARD >8(
IM: THO HARD YOUR ANCETHTOR WILL FEEL IT >8(
TP: <~} ;~; {~>
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] gave up trolling ironicMainstream [IM] at 14:55 --
annnd a bit more
-- ironicMainstream [IM] began trolling taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 14:55 --
IM: THTOP CLOTHDING THE FUCKING CONVERTHATION >8(
IM: I AM BIOTCHING YOU OUT HERE >8(
IM: MY GOG >8(
TP: <~} I'm sorry! {~>
IM: YOU ARE GOING TO THIT THERE AND TAKE IT >8(
TP: <~} Okaaay ;A; {~>
IM: THO THHUT UP AND THTOP CLOTHING THE FUCKING CONVERTHATION >8(
IM: AND THTOP WITH THE FUCKING FACETH >8(
IM: AND WITH THE FUCKING OKAY >8(
IM: AND THE THORRYTH >8(
IM: HOLY FUCK >8(
IM: okay tho thith ith my plan.
IM: i will do everything in my power to get you out of the meteorth.
IM: and then.
IM: once you're not dead and i thee you i will punch you, >8(
IM: and then i might punch you again >8(
IM: jutht to make thure you got the fucking methage >8(
IM: and then...
IM: if you hadn't worked out how to be a fucking real troll.
IM: ...
IM: i'm thure i'll be able to find thomething that'll teach you.
IM: tho bathically what i'm thaying it thith: >8(
IM: there'th a good chance at thith point that you might be thafer rithking the meteorth.
IM: now.
IM: if you have anything to thay that ithn't fucking thtupid, i'd thay it now.
TP: <~} ... {~>
IM: what?
IM: there'th nothing you wanna thay to that?
TP: <~} ...I want to attend to other things if that's alright... {~>
IM: ...
IM: fuckth thake.
IM: whatever.
IM: give up and go away then.
TP: <~} ... {~>
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] gave up trolling ironicMainstream [IM] at 15:14 --
Persea is cute but someone else is cuter.
/shameless bastard
Your chumHandle is fireEquinox and It's necessary.
Your trollTag is BucketJockey and There isn't really anything odd about your speech, minus the occasional emote and request to touch others' horns. ;D
Your trollTag is biblicalJudiciary and You have no need for quirks; they are an unnecessary detail in the eyes of Gog, the Great Mother Grub.
Your trollTag is coordinatorLifecrux and Everything must be clean, organized, and in order.
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Your trollTag is taciturnPadlocke and <~} Yoü are very expressive in yoür text, inclüding reference to yoür slight accent, st-tüttering when yoü're scared, üsing emotes...but yoü never swear! Güdness, that woüld be mean! ;A; {~>
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You are the waxenMystagogue [White Mage] and YOU tend to VOICE your BLUNT OPINIONS of WISDOM at those you see on the BLASTED MONITORING DEVICE.
Tetris icon by ZDG.
To make up for my absence of late, I'll won't be on for a tad longer....few days tops.
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NN and TP: Get randomly messaged by another poor troll flailing to get in a sessi-...Wait... This guy seems familiar somehow.
CNN RIGHT NOW opened memo on board WOOBIETRAIN.
CURRENT taciturnPadlocke [CTP] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
-- CURRENT taciturnPadlocke [CTP] began trolling nefariousNautilus [NN] at 10:21 -- --
CTP: <~} Excüse me, N-Nefarioüs Naütilüs? {~>
CNN: ...Jes?
CTP: <~} I h-heard aboüt a game that coüld save me, and I was told to ask y-yoü aboüt it... ;ü; {~>
CNN: ...Soomeoone directed joou too me aboout ze game? SGRUB?... Vell...
CNN: ... I am soorry, but...have ve spooken befoore?
CTP: <~} No... {~>
CNN: Strange... but regardless, jes, I zink I may be able too assist joou. Are zere meteoors cooming doovn at joour time?
CTP: <~} Yes! {~>
CNN: Alright, soo joou are almoost certainly in a similar timeline too mine, if noot ze same.
CNN: Noov...perhaps I can get joou intoo a sessioon...Have joou heard oof SGRUB? Doo joou have a coomputing device at hand?
CSW ceased responding to memo.
CTP: <~} Timelines?...and no, to either of those... {~>
CTP: <~} My trollitext is a compüting device, büt it can't rün games... {~>
CNN: ...Zen I suggest joou get too a noormal coomputer as soon as joou can. Anyzing zat can coonnect viz ze veb.
CTP: <~} My compüter is in my hive, büt that's getting destroyed... ;_; {~>
CNN: Try too salvage oone zen. I am soorry, but joou vill die if joou doo noot get zis game running. Joou must alsoo find oozers zat are plajing it too.
CTP: <~} AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAA {~>
CTP: <~} I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!! ;A; {~>
CNN: Goog Jegus... Just try too calm doovn foor a mooment.
CNN: Look, joou are noot dead jet. Joou /still/ have time.
CTP: <~} My hive is nearly completely aflame!!! {~>
CNN: Find shelter zen, and quickly.
CTP: <~} I gotta get my grübtop first!!! {~>
CNN: Perhaps soomeoone droopped a coomputing device, just doo noot get joourself killed.
CNN: Doo noot voorry aboout stealing froom shoops eizer; Zey vill be goone soon enoough.
CTP: <~} I don't know anyone else! Büt-- {~>
CTP: <~} What?! ;~; {~>
CTP: <~} Is the world ending sir?!?! ;A; {~>
CNN: Sadly, jes, but doo noot zroov in ze toovel!
CTP: <~} AAAAAAAA!!! {~>
CTP: <~} Ow ow ow everything's hot!!! {~>
CNN: I myself and oozer survivoors have gootten ooff oof Alternia alive, and ze same has been doone by oozers! As I said, joou still have time.
CTP: <~} I hope it's waterprüf sir! {~>
CNN: Hoopefully. As loong as joou can run zis damned game ooff it, joou shoould be alright.
CTP: <~} Okay! {~>
CTP: <~} OH MY GÜDNESS!!! {~>
CTP: <~} ...It is waterprüf! ;w; {~>
CNN: Voonderful. Tell me vhen joou have it booted up soo I may send joou ze sooftvare joou vill need.
CTP: <~} It's on right now! {~>
CNN: Alright; Alloov me too send joou ze files... just doo noot actually run it jet. Oonly install.
-- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] sends the files for SGRUB, both client and server software, and GristTorrent. --
-- CURRENT taciturnPadlocke [CTP] INSTALL INSTALL-- I mean, Persea installs the files as told. --
CTP: <~} What now sir?! ;^; {~>
CNN: All I can doo noov is direct joou too loocate oozers in ze same predicament as joou.
CNN: If zere vas oopen space, I voould take joou in, but zat cannoot be doone. Joou vill have too find oozers zat are part oof anoozer grooup, viz oopen server and client spoots.
CTP: <~} Okay... {~>
CTP: <~} ...Th-thank yoü so müch for helping me... ;ü; {~>
CTP: <~} Büt I don't know anyone... {~>
CNN: It is alright... I voould noot be ze oone too stand back and let anoozer oof my species die vizoout at least attempting too help.
CNN: As foor zat...it shoould noot be too difficult too loocate a fev randoom troolls oon joour listing. Try keeping too joour current spoot oon ze timeline oon Troollian.
CTP: <~} I don't know how to message other times! I didn't know that was possible! {~>
-- CURRENT taciturnPadlocke [CTP] learns something new every day. --
CNN: Heh... Joou are dooing soo right noov, believe it oor noot. But...zat zis is a good zing. At least joou vill noot be messaging anjoone vhoo cannoot assist joou.
CNN: *but...zis is a good zing.
CTP: <~} Oh! {~>
CTP: <~} It's nice to meet yoü then! ;w; {~>
CNN: It is good too meet joou as vell. Hoopefully, zere vill be a day ve can prooperly meet if zis aboominatioon oof a game spits us all oout in ze same place.
CTP: <~} Yes. c: {~>
CNN: ... I hoope zis is noot a bad time too ask such a questioon, but did I catch joour name at any pooint?
CTP: <~} Oh! {~>
CTP: <~} I'm Persea!{~>
CNN: Persea? Alright... It voould be rude too ask and noot alsoo proovide my oovn name. Malhaut Obliquus.
CTP: <~} Hello, Malhaüt! Yoü're actüally nice to me...that's nice. oüo {~>
CNN: Vell...my joob is noot too demean oozers. I doo noot like hatred oof ze platoonic soort zat is unfoounded...
CTP: <~} That's güd, then! {~>
CNN: Mh... I just vish zat moore coould understand zat, but... noo matter... just keep foocusing oon getting joourself a server, and soomeoone too have as joour client.
CTP: <~} Okay, whatever that means. {~>
CNN: ... Joou shoould knoov in time, hoopefully.
CTP: <~}{~>
CNN: Atch, I must be gooing. Farevell foor noov, Persea, and Googspeed too joou.
CNN ceased responding to memo.
(Oh! Courtesy of BJ: "Mind you, Persea sat in his oceany hidey-spot and sobbed for 5 minutes before actually messaging Malhaut. This is necessary to know.")
Last edited by ChameleonSushi; 07-28-2011 at 11:23 PM.
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Gallia and Persea: Who's this douchebag? ... he's pathetic.
[01:43] -- taciturnPadlocke [TP] began trolling equineReaction [ER] at 13:43 --
[01:43] TP: <~} H-hello? {~>
[01:44] ER: yes, hellou?
[01:44] TP: <~} Hello! c: {~>
[01:44] TP: <~} I was told that yoü knew of a game w-with üh... {~>
[01:44] TP: <~} nefarioüsNaütilüs! {~>
[01:45] TP: <~} He helped me oüt a lot büt I want to get all I can from people aboüt it before I... {~>
[01:45] TP: <~} Before I maybe die instead of jüst die. ;ü; {~>
[01:45] ER: ouh... yes, I knouw The game you are speaking ouf. The meTeours are falling, I assume.
[01:47] TP: <~} Yes... They're scary ;^; {~>
[01:48] ER: ...
[01:48] ER: oukay.
[01:48] ER: here is whaT you will dou.
[01:48] ER: you'll gou Tou a secure loucaTioun; boumb shelTers are gooud buT beware ouf smouke and ouThers Taking advanTage ouf Them.
[01:49] ER: if poussible, counvince anyoune you meeT nouT Tou kill you, because you'll need aT leasT oune parTner Tou geT inTou The game.
[01:49] ER: dou you have The game.
[01:52] TP: <~} I-I do have it, nN sent me the files! ;w; {~>
[01:53] TP: <~} Büt I don't know anyone... {~>
[01:53] TP: <~} Is the ocean secüre enoügh? .A. {~>
[01:54] ER: I... really would nouT knouw. iT's poussible The meTeours will heaT The waTer, buT if you are underwaTer, I presume you are safer Than you could be... aT leasT fire woun'T be a proublem.
[01:55] TP: <~} The fire rüined my hive and workshop... {~>
[01:55] TP: <~} B-büt warm water isn't dangeroüs like fire! S-so I'm güd then for now? <{~>
[01:57] TP: <~} Ünless the water gets bacteria in it and infects my gills and I süffocate...oh güdness oh güdness nüo ;A; {~>
[01:57] ER: calm douwn. doun'T panic.
[01:58] ER: you are gouing Tou message Troulls whou are ounline and ask wheTher The meTeours are falling. when you find soumeoune whou is aT The same pouinT ouf The Timeline as you are, you will send Them The game files, and geT Them Tou be your server Tou geT you inTou The game.
[01:59] ER: finding moure Troulls is moure beneficial, because ThaT is The ounly manpouwer you will have ounce you are in The game.
[01:59] TP: <~} Okay...I'll try when I end conversation with yoü. {~>
[01:59] ER: dou iT nouw. every moumenT counTs.
[02:00] TP: <~} Okay, I'll start messaging... {~>
[02:01] TP: <~} There isn't many people online... ;_; {~>
[02:02] ER: The apoucalypse will dou ThaT.
[02:02] ER: sTarT where you can.
[02:03] TP: <~} Okay... {~>
[02:03] TP: <~} I-I'm sory if I'm being a bother to yoü! {~>
[02:04] TP: <~} ...No one's responding... {~>
[02:05] ER: hmph.
[02:05] ER: doun'T panic.
[02:05] TP: <~} What do I do now, sir? ;A; Besides panic? {~>
[02:06] ER: hm. I'm a wouman... and you dou nouT need Tou use hounourifics wiTh soumeoune like me. are you sure you have Tried everyoune whou is ounline.
[02:06] TP: <~} I'm so sorry! ;_; {~>
[02:06] TP: <~} Büt... {~>
[02:06] ER: sToup apoulougising.
[02:06] TP: <~} I'm trying {~>
[02:07] TP: <~} ...Okay... {~>
[02:07] TP: <~} I'm trying more people, büt no one will answer me, and those that do block me... {~>
[02:08] ER: ... sToup sounding sou piTiful. I beT you're sTarTing ouff by saying, 'I'm sourry,' and 'I doun'T wanT Tou die'.
[02:08] ER: you sound weak.
[02:08] TP: <~} Büt-- {~>
[02:09] ER: jusT ask wheTher The meTeours are falling. dou nouT sTuTTer, and dou nouT make sad emouTicouns.
[02:09] TP: <~} I am weak, ma'am...it's habit ;.; {~>
[02:10] ER: ... yes, I can see ThaT.
[02:10] ER: buT if you wanT Tou survive you will acT as if you are nouT.
[02:10] TP: <~} It's hard to act strong like my ancestor, I'm sorry! {~>
[02:11] TP: <~} And when I do act strong I scare myself ;-; {~>
[02:12] ER: sToup apoulougising. maybe I should jusT leT you burn.
[02:12] TP: <~} Please no! I don't want to die miss! {~>
[02:13] ER: ... you're paTheTic.
[02:13] ER: oukay, loouk.
[02:13] TP: <~} ...I know... ;~; {~>
[02:14] ER: you will coupy This message, and pasTe iT Tou Thouse you have nouT yeT counTacTed.
[02:15] ER: "are the meteors falling? I can help you survive."
[02:16] ER: (and you dou nouT KNOUW houw hard iT is Tou gou back and ediT my accenT ouT ouf Thouse wourds, sou you had besT appreciaTe.)
[02:18] TP: <~} I-I'll try that...thank yoü thoügh... {~>
[02:20] ER: gooud luck. you will need iT.
[02:20] TP: <~} ;ü; {~>
[02:21] TP: <~} ! {~>
[02:21] TP: <~} Someone's not ignoring m {~>
[02:21] TP: <~} ...Oh, they're in a game already. ;-; {~>
[02:22] ER: doun'T panic. Try again.
[02:23] TP: <~} Okay... {~>
[03:06] ER: are you dead yeT.
[03:06] TP: <~} Nope! oüo {~>
[03:09] ER: ... gooud. have you found a lead.
[03:10] TP: <~} Not yet... {~>
[03:10] TP: <~} I did find someone else that can help me tü thoügh! {~>
[03:10] ER: oukay, gooud.
[03:12] TP: <~} Well, I shoüld leave yoü be, so I can message more people aboüt this game. owo {~>
[03:12] ER: doun'T die. Thouse ouf us playing The game are The lasT houpe four our race.
[03:13] TP: <~} ...Okay then. oüo; {~>
[03:13] TP: <~} I'll jüst... {~>
[03:13] TP: <~} Thanks for helping, eR. {~>
[03:13] ER: my name is Gallia.
[03:13] TP: <~} Gallia, then. {~>
[03:15] TP: <~} Bye, Gallia! {~>
[03:15] TP: <~}{~>
[03:15] ER: gooudbye. gooud luck.
[03:15] -- equineReaction [ER] gave up trolling taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 15:15 --
Aragua: Who's this poor pathetic seadweller?
-- darkAtlantis [DA] began pestering taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 00:27 --
DA: HEY!
TP: <~} ! {~>
TP: <~} are the meteors falling? I can help yoü sürvive. {~>
DA: ^vO, THEY ^vEVER FELL FOR ^^E. I GOT I^v AFTER ALL THAT.
TP: <~} So yoü're in a game?! ;w; {~>
DA: I A^^! I ASSU^^E YOU ARE AS vvELL?
TP: <~} Not yet, I'm trying to find a game thoügh! {~>
TP: <~} It's hard to find people... {~>
DA: ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE I'VE CO^vTACTED HAVE BEE^v FRO^^ ^vULL SESSIO^vS, SO I HOPE YOU FI^vD O^vE SOO^v! SO^^ETI^^ES SLOTS OPE^v UP IF ^^E^^BERS DIE, BUT THAT'S U^vCO^^^^O^v.
TP: <~} Oh! {~>
DA: A^vD EVE^v THE^v IT'S SO^^ETHI^vG OF A TRICK TO GET THE^^ I^v.
DA: BUT YOU'RE OUT! THAT'S GREAT! vvHAT'S YOUR vvORLD LIKE?
TP: <~} So üsed games are still options thoügh? {~>
TP: <~} Oh...my world? {~>
DA: YES, THEY ARE, IF SO^^EO^vE CA^v HACK YOU I^v. THAT'S HOvv I JOI^vED.
TP: <~} Alternia's on fire, that's what it's like... ;.; {~>
DA: ^vO, ^vO, ^vOT ALTER^vIA. YOUR vvORLD I^v THE ^^EDIU^^. ARE YOU I^v IT?
TP: <~} No...? What's the mediüm, sir? ;^; {~>
DA: OH, IT'S THE vvORLD YOU E^vD UP O^v vvHE^v YOU PASS THROUGH YOUR FIRST PORTAL.
TP: <~} Portal? {~>
DA: THE SvvIRLI^vG CIRCULAR OBJECT I^v THE SKY. CA^v YOU SEE IT?
TP: <~} No? {~>
DA: OH. THAT'S ODD. YOU SAID YOU'RE STILL O^v ALTER^vIA?
TP: <~} Yeah, I'm hiding in the ocean since my hive and workshop are bürnt down by now...oh güdness all my prodücts are dümed now... {~>
DA: DO^v'T vvORRY, YOU'LL GET TO ^^AKE ^^ORE! LOTS ^^ORE!
TP: <~} I will? {~>
DA: YES. vvE HAVE THIS A^^AZI^vG ^^ACHI^vE CALLED A^v ALCHI^^ETER THAT CA^v CO^^BI^vE THI^vGS! A^vYTHI^vG!
TP: <~} I don't need combining thoügh...I need metal or wüd to büild things. ;ü; {~>
DA: YOU CA^v STILL DO THAT, TOO, O^vLY ^vOvv YOU CA^v ^^AKE TO^vS OF ^vAILS A^vD vvHATEVER ELSE YOU ^vEED TO vvELD. I'VE ^vEVER DO^vE IT ^^YSELF.
TP: <~} ;Ü; That soünds wonderfül! {~>
DA: IT'S THE BEST THI^vG EVER!
DA: I EVE^v ^^ADE A LITTLE CO^^PUTER THAT GOES O^v ^^Y vvRIST THAT I CA^v USE A^vYvvHERE! A^vD GLOvvI^vG CLOTHI^vG A^vD PAI^vT. A^vYTHI^vG.
TP: <~} Woah! {~>
TP: <~} Now this game soünds müch better than staying here and dying! {~>
DA: IT'S A LOT BETTER THA^v DYI^vG, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE I^v THERE vvITH GOOD PEOPLE.
TP: <~} I hope I find nice people to join with! {~>
DA: ^^E TOO! I CA^v'T THI^vK OF A^vYTHI^vG vvORSE THA^v BEI^vG I^v A SESSIO^v FULL OF PEOPLE vvHO HATE YOU
TP: <~} A lot of people hate me so I can relate. :c {~>
DA: THEY DO? vvHY?
TP: <~} They say I'm tü nice, a wüss, a crüddy troll... {~>
DA: YOU CA^v BE... DIPLO^^ATIC, BUT YOU SHOULD^v'T LET PEOPLE PUSH YOU AROU^vD.
TP: <~} I try no to sometimes, büt then it jüst üpsets me more when I act all mean... {~>
DA: DO^v'T BE! YOU'RE A SEADvvELLER! IF PEOPLE SEE THAT THEY CA^v GET AvvAY vvITH PUSHI^vG YOU AROU^vD, THEY ^^IGHT TRY IT O^v SO^^EO^vE OF LOvvER BLOOD, A^vD THE^v vvHERE vvOULD vvE BE? CHAOS! SO STA^vD UP FOR YOURSELF!
TP: <~} ...Well... {~>
TP: <~} ...I can try again for yoü, since yoü're so nice to me, I trüst yoü ;ü; {~>
DA: THA^vKS! I JUST vvA^vT YOU SUCCEED, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE JOI^vI^vG A GA^^E. EVERYO^vE HAS TO DO THEIR PART.
TP: <~} >ü< {~>
DA: I'^^ ARAGUA BY THE vvAY.
TP: <~} Hello, Aragüa! c: {~>
DA: vvHAT ABOUT YOU?
TP: <~} Persea. n_n {~>
DA: THAT'S A GREAT ^vA^^E! IT EVE^v HAS A BUILT-I^v SEA PU^v. I vvAS ^vEVER REALLY I^vCLI^vED TO USE THE^^.
TP: <~} I rarely üse them either, büt I like my name. oüo I like yoür name tü! {~>
DA: THA^vK YOU! I HAVE^v'T REALLY ^^ET A^vYO^vE vvITH A ^vA^^E I DO^v'T LIKE, THOUGH.
TP: <~} ^_^ {~>
DA: DID YOU FIGURE YOUR vvAY OUT I^vTO THE GA^^E O^v YOUR Ovv^v?
TP: <~} I'm not in the game yet! {~>
TP: <~} Büt since I'm not messaging Gallia anymore, I shoüld be able to message others aboüt it withoüt panicking as badly! :D {~>
TP: <~} She scared me... {~>
DA: OH, GALLIA! DO^v'T vvORRY, SHE'S A GREAT PERSO^v! JUST I^vTI^^IDATI^vG. I'^^ SURE SHE vvO^v'T HURT YOU.
TP: <~} Yoü know her then? {~>
DA: YES, SHE'S HERE I^v ^^Y SESSIO^v. SHE SEE^^S LIKE A VERY CARI^vG PERSO^v O^vCE YOU GET TO K^vOvv HER.
TP: <~} Oh... {~>
TP: <~} ...I'll try to remember that then. ;w; {~>
DA: SHE LIKES IT vvHE^v YOU STA^vD UP FOR YOURSELF, THOUGH!
TP: <~} I'm not güd at that, thoügh. {~>
DA: YOU'LL HAVE TO GET BETTER.
TP: <~} It's hard... :c {~>
DA: LOTS OF THI^vGS ARE HARD! BUT I'^^ SURE YOU CA^v DO IT.
TP: <~} When I try, I scare myself. ono {~>
DA: REALLY? HOvv?
TP: <~} I get mean and loüd... ;-; {~>
DA: BUT YOU JUST HAVE TO RE^^E^^BER, YOU'RE ^vOT YELLI^vG AT YOURSELF!
TP: <~} Büt still, it's...it's weird. {~>
DA: BEI^vG I^v AUTHORITY IS^v'T A BAD THI^vG. YOU JUST HAVE TO USE IT vvISELY.
TP: <~} I remind myself of my ancestor when I do, and he was big and mean and terrifying... {~>
DA: YOU DO^v'T HAVE TO BE YOUR A^vCESTOR IF YOU DO^v'T vvA^vT TO.
TP: <~} Büt when I get loüd I seem so müch like him. :c {~>
DA: LOTS OF PEOPLE ARE LOUD. I'^^ LOUD SO^^ETI^^ES, BUT I'^^ ^vOT YOUR A^vCESTOR.
TP: <~} Yoü'd have to see him, he's.../scaaaryyy/. {~>
DA: vvELL I CA^v'T REALLY BECAUSE HE'S LO^vG-DEAD, OR SHOULD BE!
TP: <~} I have a painting of him, maybe I can send yoü a pictüre? oüo {~>
DA: SURE!
TP: <~} I jüst {~>
TP: <~} OH GÜDNESS NÜO!!! {~>
TP: <~} OH NO OH NO OH NO {~>
DA: vvHAT? ARE YOU OKAY?
TP: <~} IT'S STILL IN THE HIIIVE ;A; {~>
DA: DO^v'T vvORRY ABOUT IT! I'LL JUST USE ^^Y I^^AGI^vATIO^v.
TP: <~} No, it means so müch to me! {~>
DA: DO^v'T RISK YOUR LIFE!
DA: IT'S JUST A PAI^vTI^vG!
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] doesn't respond for a few minutes... --
-- darkAtlantis [DA] waits in anticipation --
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] sent image file Seaquaker_Channelocke.jpg. It's a quick photo shot of the burning painting, which was on the verges of being consumed by flame and such. Yaaay. --
DA: DA^^^^IT, DO^v'T DO THAT! YOU'RE ALREADY BEI^vG GIVE^v A CHA^vCE TO SURVIVE! DO^v'T RUI^v IT BY RU^v^vI^vG I^vTO BUR^vI^vG HIVES!
TP: <~} I'm safe now! {~>
TP: <~} Büt now I at least have it in my Trollitext now. ;ü; {~>
TP: <~} (Well, safeR.) {~>
DA: VERY vvELL, BUT DO^v'T DO IT AGAI^v! STAY I^v THE vvATER U^vTIL YOU CA^v GET SO^^EO^vE TO BE YOUR SERVER.
TP: <~} I plan on it. {~>
DA: GREAT!
TP: <~} Thanks for caring, Aragüa. ;ü; {~>
DA: YOU'RE vvELCO^^E! vvE'RE GOI^vG TO BE THE O^vLY O^vES LEFT, SO I PRETTY ^^UCH HAVE TO IF I DID^v'T ALREADY.
TP: <~} I still appreciate it >ü< {~>
DA: O^vCE YOU FI^vD A SERVER, ^^AKE SURE TO LET ^^E K^vOvv! I CA^v TRY TO HELP YOU FI^vD O^vE.
TP: <~} Okay! {~>
TP: <~} Aw, bye Aragüa! :D {~>
DA: SEE YOU! I HAVE TO GO CHECK O^v SO^^E THI^vGS vvITH THE REST OF ^^Y TEA^^ ^vOvv.
DA: TAKE CARE!
-- darkAtlantis [DA] ceased pestering taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 01:45 --
Get scolded for your poor eating habits:
-- darkAtlantis [DA] began pestering equineReaction [ER] at 02:52 --
DA: GALLIA? THIS IS^v'T A BAD TI^^E, IS IT?
ER: ouh, nou. whaT can I dou four you, Aragua?
DA: I THI^vK IT ^^AY O^vLY BE A ^^EDICAL ISSUE... ^vOTHI^vG HUGELY PRESSI^vG.
ER: ouh, you should proubably speak Tou AgaTha!
DA: I TRIED, BUT SHE'S BUSY RIGHT ^vOvv.
ER: ouh, well, I will Try Tou help you.
DA: I'^^ ^vOT EVE^v REALLY SURE HOvv TO DESCRIBE IT. ^^AYBE I SHOULD^v'T BE EATI^vG THE FISH HERE, IS ALL.
ER: oukay... I may nouT be The besT coouk, buT I sTill prepared fooud every nighT four miss Arisme four mousT ouf my life. sou, can you describe whaT The fish is like? doues iT TasTe like fish is suppoused Tou TasTe?
DA: IT DOES^v'T HAVE ^^UCH FLAVOR, A^vD IT'S AL^^OST I^vVISIBLE.
ER: ... invisible Things are nouT... suppoused Tou be edible... I Think.
ER: buT... you knouw whaT fish is suppoused Tou TasTe like, righT? doues iT TasTe ouff, like iT's goune bad?
DA: SIG^vA ATE IT AS vvELL, A^vD SHE SEE^^S ALRIGHT. IT HAS^v'T GO^vE BAD, YET.
ER: oukay, buT... iT mighT nouT acTually have any nuTriTiounal value.
ER: I knouw ThaT if I served fish every day... well, leT's jusT say I would be reprimanded.
DA: I DO^v'T K^vOvv vvHY IT vvOULD^v'T. IT SEE^^S TO BE ^vOR^^AL FISH, JUST I^vVISIBLE...
DA: I DO^v'T ^^I^vD EATI^vG IT EVERY DAY. IT'S ABOUT THE SA^^E AS vvHAT I ATE BACK HO^^E.
ER: I doun'T Think... invisible Things are really gooud four you. ThaT's jusT my assumpTion.
DA: BUT THERE'S ^vOTHI^vG ELSE TO EAT, HERE. I DID^v'T KEEP FOOD I^v ^^Y HIVE.
ER: and if you doun'T mind me saying... you really shouldn'T eaT The same Thing every day anyway.
DA: vvHY ^vOT?
ER: iT's unhealThy. you need Tou eaT a varieTy ouf meaTs.
DA: I GOT BY ALRIGHT O^v JUST FISH A^vD SQUID FOR A LO^vG TI^^E.
ER: I doun'T mean Tou ouffend, buT... have you loouked in a mirrour laTely?
DA: I DO^v'T HAVE A^vY ^^IRRORS HERE...
ER: you loouk as weak as a wriggler. you're nouT, ouf course, buT your appearance beTrays you.
ER: you proubably have nouT had a gooud dieT, Aragua.
DA: I CA^v'T SAY I REALLY K^vOvv vvHAT CO^vSTITUTES A BAD OR A GOOD DIET. I JUST ATE vvHAT vvAS AVAILABLE.
ER: you should eaT a varieTy ouf fooud. There's nou excuse four being underfed, wiTh The alchemiTers; I'll send you coudes four gooud fooud.
DA: OKAY. I'LL TAKE THE^^ DOvv^v IF vvE HAVE THE GRIST TO ^^AKE THE^^...
-- darkAtlantis [DA] still feels bad about using the others' grist for her own personal needs, but surely food can't cost that much to make. --
ER: ouf course we have The grisT. doun'T you have The TourrenT?
DA: YES, I DO.
ER: gooud - There'll be nou proublem, Then.
-- equineReaction [ER] proceeds to send Aragua over several codes, labeled things like dried meats, pasta, canned goods... --
-- darkAtlantis [DA] makes sure to save them all, but she's too tired to play with the machine right now. --
DA: THA^vK YOU, GALLIA.
ER: iT is nouT a proublem. we have enough difficulTies wiThouT oune ouf our members suffering froum a lack ouf fooud... and you are Taking care ouf Signa, as well.
DA: SHE SEE^^S TO BE DOI^vG vvELL, THOUGH.
ER: gooud. is everyThing gouing oukay?
DA: vvE'VE ALL RECOVERED FULLY FRO^^ THAT BASILISK FIGHT BY ^vOvv, SO YES. ^^AYBE THAT'S vvHAT THEY vvERE vvAITI^vG FOR.
ER: whou?
DA: ^^Y CO^vSORTS. THEY HAVE^v'T HAD A^vY ^^ISSIO^vS FOR US.
ER: ouh...
DA: ^^AI^vLY THOUGH, vvHE^v vvE GO DOvv^v THERE, THEY JUST SEE^^ AFRAID TO SPEAK TO US.
ER: approuach carefully... shouw you are nouT a ThreaT.
DA: vvE HAVE^v'T DO^vE A^vYTHI^vG AT ALL TO THREATE^v THE^^. THEY SEE^^ED FI^vE UP U^vTIL THE LAST FEvv TI^^ES vvE vvE^vT.
ER: ouh dear...
ER: has anyThing changed?
ER: anyThing Tou scare Them away?
DA: ^vOT THAT THEY'LL TELL US. vvE ALCHE^^IZED SO^^E GLOvvI^vG OUTFITS, BUT I DO^v'T THI^vK THAT'S IT...
ER: could They be scared by lighT?
DA: ^vO, SI^vCE THEY vvA^vTED US TO COLLECT THE GLOvvI^vG CORAL FOR THE^^ I^v THE FIRST PLACE...
ER: hm... Then The denizen musT have made soume sourT ouf mouve. soumeThing Tou make Them afraid.
DA: ^^OST LIKELY. vvE ^^IGHT HAVE TO BE A LITTLE ^^ORE DE^^A^vDI^vG. vvHATEVER IT'S DOI^vG, vvE CA^v FIX IT.
-- darkAtlantis [DA] ceased pestering equineReaction [ER] at 04:01 --
Cuddle with moirail:
-- benthicDreamer [BD] began pestering darkAtlantis [DA] at 02:53 --
BD: --heyy--aragua--
DA: Hm? Hey!
-- darkAtlantis [DA] is lying on the couch, curled up on the pillows. --
BD: --how--are--yyou?--
DA: I'm alright. Just a little tired. I visited the co^sorts today but they still did^'t ^eed a^ythi^g...
BD: --have--yyou--learned--anyything--about--yyour--ancestor?--
DA: ^vot really. ^vot eve^ a ^ame. I have^'t dreamed of him for a while...
DA: ^vightgau^t referred to him as "Fi^head" but that seems more like a ^ick^ame...
-- benthicDreamer [BD] cannot help but smile a tiny bit at "finhead" --
BD: --oh--
DA: If he worked for the empress, his ^ame must be writte^ dow^ somewhere. ^^aybe I could try speaki^g with Demifi^ agai^...
BD: --that--might--work--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] winces and draws her bony knees tigher up to her chest. Her leg is about healed but she still has it bandaged. --
DA: A^other time. I do^'t thi^k to^ight would be good for it...
BD: --yyeah--
DA: How are your ribs?
BD: --better--
BD: --how's--yyour--leg?--
DA: I thi^k it's fi^ally healed. It does^'t hurt as much to swim o^ it, a^ymore.
-- darkAtlantis [DA] looks over her shoulder at it. It really took a while to heal, longer than expected. --
BD: --oh--good--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] should not have been swimming on it in the first place but lying around is boring! --
DA: You k^ow... maybe we ought to try goi^g back to your pla^et. I do^'t thi^k the De^ize^s will really try to kill us before it's time to fight them.
BD: --reallyy?--
DA: I really thi^k so. It would^'t be fair if they we^t a^d attacked you before you were ready...
BD: --i--guess--
DA: vvould you be willi^g to try agai^...?
DA: It could be me a^d Sig^a with you this time.
BD: --all--right--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] grins at him tiredly --
DA: vve'll make sure that ^asty te^tacle mo^sters k^ows its place...
-- benthicDreamer [BD] grins back --
BD: --yyeah--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] lays her head back down and closes her eyes --
DA: How about tomorrow?
BD: --sure--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] pats the cushion next to her, offering for him to sit --
-- benthicDreamer [BD] sits --
-- darkAtlantis [DA] scoots close enough to him so that the curved part of her horns rests against his leg, then decides she might as well go all the way when she's feeling poorly and curls up with her head resting in his lap and one of her hands curled around his fingers. She remains tense though, in case he asks her to get off. --
-- benthicDreamer [BD] relaxes and begins to nod off a bit --
BD: --i--could--ask--the--horrorterrors--if--theyy--know--anyything--about--yyour--ancestor--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] rubs his fingers gently, shifting up a bit so her head rests on his stomach and she can hear the distant sounds of his breathing and heartbeat. --
DA: Do you thi^k they'd k^ow?
BD: --mayybe--
DA: Hmm... do^'t trouble yourself, but you ca^, if you wa^t to.
BD: --it--couldn't--hurt--to--ask--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] is not sure she'll like what she'll hear, in any case --
-- darkAtlantis [DA] shuts her eyes, lulled by his warmth into drowsiness. --
DA: You're... wo^derful, Sototh.
BD: --...--
BD: --thanks--
BD: --so--are--yyou--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] smiles and nuzzles her face into his shirt a little. --
BD: --:)--
-- darkAtlantis [DA] is asleep soon afterwards, clinging to him like a wiggler to its lusus --
-- benthicDreamer [BD] follows suit and drifts off to eldritch dreamland --
-- darkAtlantis [DA] ceased pestering benthicDreamer [BD] at 04:01 --
Last edited by Quincunx; 07-29-2011 at 11:28 AM.
CC: ∑ ^ owo it was a hyperbole you fuck
I'm afraid to say that I can't keep up this much longer. I've been inactive for a very long time, and my pesterchum isn't really gonna work... So I'm afraid I must be leaving the RP. I've already worked it out with Chameleon Sushi, so that's all done... Thanks for everything, guys!
Here's Jezron's ending post.
Jezron coughed from the pain. He'd been out fighting far too long, and you really wasn't sure he could... He was dying, and he knew it. He should have gotten an antidote a long time ago, and his strength was failing. He leaned against a wall and slid down, barely managing to pull up his pupIphone to type a message to Juniprei.
-- undergroundScythe [PC] began pestering sapphireNativity [SN] at 04:40 --
US: djing
US: dont think i can make it back
US: important
US: matriorb
US: captchalogue code
undergroundScythe checks a card and types the code in.
US: zhould be
US: enough
US: bje juniprei
He dropped the phone, now too weak to move, and keeled over.
A little while later, a few monsters came by and made it extremly unlikely he'd ever be revived.
Suffice to say... that Jezron is dead.
You know you want to suggest.
I suck at tumblr.
Trolls.
Jezron Irixite - undergroundScythe - Formspring - Wiki Page
The Postwoman - corporateCourier
Annika X. Bardanz - happyHazard - Formspring - Wiki Page - DECEASED
Mawych Brout - friendlessFailure
Wielkych Brout - friendlySuccess
Zimenjarka Rozmiar - mirroreticModificant
Ferous Lorica - ruinedHermit
Temsor Vibbras - freezingNexus
Mister(Robato Vazgau) - continuousCollectivity
Titani Racnel - titaniumLongitude
Aughnt Delvve - aromaticAmbulator
My other Trolls
Here
Quotes!
[9:12:51 PM] Rirfib: ANDREW GIVE IT TO ME
[9:12:59 PM] Andrew: one moment[9:23:08 PM] MuddyCrystal: SEADWELLERS DON'T HAVE TO COME UP FOR AIR
[9:23:09 PM] * MuddyCrystal shot
[9:23:10 PM] MuddyCrystal: so hard[5:40:16 PM] Meena Mii: but today im being squished agaisst the window so i cant breathe
[4:06:38 AM] PT: And yeah
[4:06:42 AM] PT: geez narf
[4:06:46 AM] PT: what is with your indigos
[4:06:47 AM] PT: and russia
[4:06:49 AM] PT: and boobs
Malhaut and Gallia feel the sting of losing a teammate (if only for his matesprits' sake), worry about Signa, make plans to fill the hole left by Jezron, and flirt some more.
Goddamn trolls always making everything about romance.
[04:47] CER RIGHT NOW opened memo on board DEAD IN A MINER.
[04:49] CBJ ceased responding to memo.
[04:52] CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
[04:52] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] has been out and about today with Gallia for the most part, slaying enemies and whatnot. Further perfecting battle techniquest. In Gallia's case, probably getting used to her new fighting gloves. The normal grind. At the present moment, they've take a stop in a fairly safe area (either that or the enemies have just learned to avoid them!) --
[04:52] CNN: *taken]]
[04:54] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] had, at some point in the battle, taken a syringe of something from her apron and injected it into the coral - and the next few enemies she took care of seemed to have a terrible case of chemical burns. The gloves are off, right now. --
[04:55] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus, [CNN,] who is sitting cross-legged on a bulging and folded-up piece of canvas with a bag of jerky, ends up getting a message that certainly leaves his expression far from content. His finears lower a bit, and his expression goes somewhat blank. Oh Gog no... Not again. --
[04:57] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] looks up, from her perch on the canvas fold, and frowns. That's... not good... --
[04:57] CER: MalhauT?
[04:59] CLA ceased responding to memo.
[04:59] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't answer yet. He's 100% focused on what's being sent to him, and his typing speed is quick and efficient. He brings up another conversation window and messages whoever they are at the same time. The look on his face is intense, and still remains mainly static. --
[05:00] CIM ceased responding to memo.
[05:01] -- CURRENT equineReaction's [CER'S] concern only grows, but she doesn't disturb him. She just watches. --
[05:04] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] will be absorbed by this for at least a few minutes before finishing, staring down at his screen. He's still got one message window open, but there's no exchange of messages going on. He stares...and stares...then slowly breathes out, bowing his head slightly to rub his temples. --
[05:12] CSN ceased responding to memo.
[05:12] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] reaches up, to gently pat Malhaut on the shoulder. Whatever it is... it must be bad. --
[05:14] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] stays like this for a little while... At least he's the maste of composure, although that doesn't defuse the slowly rising guilt inside him. --
[05:14] CNN: *master]
[05:15] CNN: ...I zink ve may oonly be 11 again, Gallia.
[05:16] -- CURRENT equineReaction's [CER'S] scarred face doesn't register the subtle changes in emotion; it's already showing as much of a twitched-down frown as it can, after all. She lays her hand on his shoulder, and breathes out. --
[05:16] CER: ... I undersTand. whou was iT?
[05:17] CNN: ...Jezroon... I am zankful it vas soomeoone vhoo has prooved zemself too be unstable, but still...
[05:18] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] keeps going over a question in his mind. Malhaut, why didn't you just take Aragua's suggestion? Sure, his reasoning may have been sound, but it doesn't stop him from thinking of all the "what ifs". --
[05:19] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't continue the though, and switches to part two of the topic. --
[05:19] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] grunts, a 'hn' of affirmation. She wisely chooses not to say anything. --
[05:20] CNN: ... Agatha and Megdul are oon zeir vay too pick Juniprei up.
[05:21] CER: ... gooud.
[05:23] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] gets bombarded by an ass-load of additional worries. FFFF --
[05:24] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] bites the inside of his cheek and stops massaging his temple, but leaves his hand and fingers in place to rest his forehead on. He appears to be frustrated, or at least mildly so. That's probably just his face making it less obvious though. --
[05:25] CNN: Gallia, ve are gooing too need anoozer replacement. I hoope Drix vill be able too doo soo again vizoout issue.
[05:26] CER: anouTher replacemenT... we have doune iT ounce befoure, iT is poussible.
[05:26] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] pats his shoulder, in silent worry. --
[05:30] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] continues to stew in what he believes is his epic failure, although he won't say anything of it. When he next speaks it's comes out as more muttery than before.\ --
[05:30] CNN: Damn...Vish Drix vas oon moore ooften... Must be quite busy...
[05:31] CER: we'll find him, MalhauT...
[05:34] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] feels a migrane-ish thang coming on. That on top of the fact he's a bit tired from fighting and shizz...FFF it shoots his mood in the gut. He thinks things through a bit more, and /does/ find a bit of a silver lining, which he expresses. --
[05:35] CNN: Jes, ve proobably vill... At least viz zis...
[05:35] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] sighs quietly. Although down and droopy, he appears a little better off than before. --
[05:36] CNN: ...zere shoould noot be any fear oof miner-related rampages again. Heh... Maybe zat vill help me sleep easier during ze day.
[05:37] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] says this "heh" without much meaning behind it. A little bitter. --
[05:37] CER: ... iT's beTTer he's goune, MalhauT. iT was ounly a maTTer ouf Time befoure he snapped again.
[05:44] CNN: True, true... Strangely enoough, zat seems too be ze zeme oof oour grooup's tvoo deazs soo far.
[05:46] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] bites his lip, now looking a bit thoughful on top of a bit troubled. It's better to be a little of both than a lot of one of the other in this situation, right? --
[05:47] CNN: Booz resulted in us loosing troolls zat vere harmful in soome vay... Hm.
[05:47] CER: The faulT doues nouT resT wiTh us... and even if we should be wary ouf anyThing which could Take Jezroun douwn... aT leasT iT Toouk him and nouT Juniprei.
[05:48] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] smiles slightly, although it's sad and not relieved. --
[05:49] CNN: Jes... Agreed. I just hoope zat Agatha and Megdul get zere befoore soomezing dooes harm her.
[05:49] CNN: Froom here too her voorld?... Zat is a very, very loong trip.
[05:50] CER: Megdul is fasT... and AgaTha is nouT slouw. if Juniprei Takes couver, she should be able Tou survive.
[05:52] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] nods slightly to himself. Yes, right, there shouldn't be anything to worry about... right?... --
[05:54] CNN: Mh... I doo still have her messaging vindoov up oon Troollian as vell soo zat ve doo noot loose toouch. She is still zere...
[05:55] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] looks down at his Trollian, just to make sure what he's said is still correct. He types...yep. A response comes in, no matter how flat and worrisome. --
[05:56] CNN: ...Poor zing zoough...
[05:56] CER: ... were They clouse?
[05:57] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] remains silent at first, his expression fairly melancholy. --
[06:00] CNN: ... Juniprei... She... called ze man by affectioonate terms. Quite avhile agoo, I alsoo picked up voord zat zey vere, vell...moost likely invoolved viz each oozer.
[06:01] CNN: ...After all... he has been ze oonly trooll viz her since zis game began, taking care oof her all ze time she vas ill...
[06:01] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] is truly troubled by this, and it shows. It hits him in one of his sensitive pity spots. --
[06:02] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] shakes her head, breathing out in a sigh. It's her turn to feel the tug of guilt, now, for not fulfilling her duty of being there. But it's more difficult to tell, aside from the downwards turn of her lips, on her scarred face - and she puts it aside for Malhaut's sake. She scooches closer to him, and puts an arm around his shoulders in something of a side-on hug. --
[06:13] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't resist the side-on hug. He doesn't have his cloak on right now. He'd stowed it away again after fighting for awhile, just because it was making him a little too hot. (As a side note, he was able to fight rather well with it on, probably because of his current fighting style. The one time it did get snagged, he was able to unclasp it easily. Yey for snaps!) --
[06:19] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] rubs his shoulder, quietly. --
[07:21] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes out silently. --
[07:22] CNN: ...Regardless oof vhat he himself had doone...I oonly feel soorroov foor her situatioon. Ze fact zat she spooke too me at oone pooint aboout having loost a mooirail back oon Alternia dooes noot make zings any better.
[07:45] CER: ... she did nouT deserve This. we will Take care ouf Them.
[07:49] CNN: ...She did noot... Noov, I almoost vish I had made an attempt too snub oout zeir poossible relatioonship befoore it began. At least she voould noot be in zis predicament right noov if I did.
[07:49] CNN: I even coonsidered it... Ooi vay.
[07:50] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] shakes his head. He still can't help but blame himself for at least some of this. --
[07:51] CER: iT is nouT your faulT... if I had been douing my joub, she would have aT leasT had soumeoune else Tou rely oun.
[07:55] CNN: ...I am sure joou can still doo joour joob. At least vhen she is broought back.
[07:55] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] sighs quietly --
[07:55] CER: mm... a pound ouf cure, yes.
[07:58] CNN: ...Maybe...zis is just oone oof zoose zings. Perhaps, foor fate's sake...she vill be better ooff in ze loong run.
[07:59] CNN: ...Eizer zat, oor ve vill have jet anoozer insanity case.
[07:59] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] is left with a bad taste in his mouth after thinking that. --
[08:01] CER: ... whaTever coumes, we will handle iT.
[08:09] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] nods slowly. Despite coping with this alright, he generally appears a little drained. A little droopy. He eats a piece of jerky. --
[08:10] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] is concerned with it; she stays where she is, next to him, providing wordless support. --
[12:21] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] gets a message on her shawl, after what is likely some sulky silent times. She keeps an arm around Malhaut, but gestures to reply with the other. --
[12:38] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] keeps his message window up during this span of time. But... even in mild misery, he does keep a careful watch out for enemies. Sitting still this long never makes him feel that safe...even if the enemies seem to be avoiding him, mostly. --
[01:32] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] types... but she rubs Malhaut's shoulder, too, makes sure she stays -there- for him. --
[01:49] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] sighs, waving away her interface. She, too, looks troubled. --
[01:49] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] looks up from his watching, and frowns. He asks, quietly: --
[01:49] CNN: ...Any moore bad nevs?...
[01:50] CER: ... Signa seems Troubled. The hourrourTerrours are speaking Tou her again... and I fear There is soumeThing else she is nouT Telling me.
[01:52] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] takes in a slow breath, his ears less droopy now, but slicked back. He's uneasy, but focused. Oh dear... What could this be? --
[01:54] CNN: ...I see... I had caught vind oof zat myself. Doo joou knoov anyzing specific zey are sajing? Additioonally...
[01:54] CNN: ...doo joou have any ideas oof vhat zat may be?
[01:54] CER: ... she says... They say ThaT Time is running ouT.
[01:55] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] breathes out in a long sigh. --
[01:55] CER: and asked wheTher The game had a Time limiT.
[02:06] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] feels his vasculature sink in his chest; These sort of subjects tend to do that to him. He wonders...and worries if this might be true. --
[02:07] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] would never /admit/ that she's worried... but her actions betray her. --
[02:07] CNN: ...It very vell may... I dearly hoope noot.
[02:08] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] slides the gloved fingers of his right hand through his hair. Oi vay... --
[02:08] CER: ... iT proubably doues. we should mouve. be The example They need.
[02:09] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] pauses...then nods, slowly. He doesn't quite sound discouraged. It's more or less serious and grim. --
[02:10] CNN: Agreed... zere is just ze matter oof zis hoole ve noov have too fill. First zing is first, ve need too bring anoozer trooll in.
[02:10] CNN: Perhaps zey can zen travel viz a grooup zat is high enoough leveled and skilled enoough too poover zroough viz zem tagging aloong. Zey shoould learn froom zeir example.
[02:11] CER: ... houpefully sou.
[02:11] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] starts falling into analytical, Malhaut-brand planning mode. His focus on thinking is obvious from his fixed and intense stare into nowhere, despite his head being bowed to some degree. --
[02:13] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] doesn't interrupt him, though... neither does she let her hand fall away from his shoulders. She won't interrupt him. --
[02:19] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] thinks...and ponders...and wonders...and speculates...Drix can almost certainly bring in a new player... They have to be from the same timeline, even if not on the same spot... They would be Gallia's server, and servered by Sototh... --
[02:22] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] mind slowly drifts in a somewhat unexpected direction. That troll's text color... Wait, what? Why did /that/ come to mind first instead of the fact that he spoke to a guy the other day that was trying to get in a session himself?! --
[02:24] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] expression becomes a mixture of troubled, concerned, and a bit perplexed. The look of concentration on his face softens. That guy... --
[02:29] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] rubs his shoulder, in silence. --
[02:31] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] mulls this idea over... Mh... He sounds like a wimp, but... mh... Just that feeling. It reminds him of something, almost, although he's not sure what it is. Maybe it's... --
[02:31] CNN: ...
[02:32] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] manages to finally speak up, but the question sounds unsure and timid, like it's something he's afaid might be shunned if he asks. --
[02:33] CNN: ...Gallia...did joou... speak viz any individuals recently oof a cooloor much like Agatha's?... A t trooll stuck in ze middle oof zat shoover oof meteoors?
[02:33] CNN: *A trooll]
[02:38] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] is surprised by his tone, if not his question. She snugs him towards her a little, patting at the side of his shoulder, in a silent show of reassurance as she answers, --
[02:38] CER: yes. he was weak ouf mind and would nouT sToup panicking.
[02:42] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] gaze is tilted downwards slightly. He rests his chin on a curled hand. --
[02:42] CNN: Mh...I voould agree...
[02:42] CNN: ...but zere is...soomezing familiar aboout him...
[02:43] CER: his coulour is very similar Tou AgaTha's.
[02:43] CER: iT is ounly naTural you would feel soume affiniTy Tou soumeoune sou similar Tou our medic.
[02:43] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] seems so sure of her answers. What's she denying this time? --
[02:46] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] bites the inside of his cheek again, gently. He's not sure if he should continue on saying this or not. He hasn't encountered such a strong feeling of conversational fear in awhile. The thought is stuck in his head, and the words are stuck in his throat. Due to how he is...this internal conflict might not even show. --
[02:49] CNN: ...Perhaps...
[02:50] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't speak for awhile. Geeze, what's gummed him up so bad? The master of tact getting stuck?... That's just sort of creepy. --
[02:51] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] just keeps petting his shoulder, leaning into him a little with her one-armed hug. --
[02:56] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] tries to relax...but it just doesn't work. The feeling nags at him. No, he can't deny it. This almost feels like his urge to keep Pallida in check, only...stronger? Also, where's the platonic hate? There's no /hate/ here, or /frustration/. Just...concern, and a protective urge. --
[03:02] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] shakes his head to himself. --
[03:04] CNN: ...I voonder zoough... If vhat Signa says is right, and ve are running oout oof time...searching foor anoozer, moore suitable plajer may noot be an ooptioon. Additioonally, in being soo timid in nature...maybe it vill be safer.
[03:04] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] tries to rationalize as much as he can. Yes, maybe this would be helpful to bring him in...right? --
[03:05] CNN: ...Better a pansy zat can be trained zan a psychoopaz...
[03:05] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] frowns. Don't underestimate her -- she's the Hero of Heart; she can tell when Malhaut is rationalising. --
[03:06] CER: The hourrourTerrours said ThaT. you may remember Them froum Their acTs ouf brazen malice Touwards us.
[03:06] -- CURRENT equineReaction's [CER'S] voice is dry, almost humored. --
[03:07] CER: ... buT They are suppoused Tou Tell The fuTure, like The clouds in ProuspiT.
[03:08] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] breathes out, in a long sigh. --
[03:08] CER: ... oukay. if you wanT Tou Take him in, I'll Take him oun. soumeoune sou weak will need Training.
[03:13] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't know what to think about the wave of sheer /relief/ that hits him when she responds that way. His body relaxes a little, but had he allowed it, it would have gladly melted. It's like the feeling he recalls getting when Gallia was given her glasses and she could see...only more...warm and fuzzy and prissy instead of loving, caring, and satisfying?... Aw, come ON Malhaut nodiamondwhoaringbeforeyouevenmeetsomeonetoowt --
[03:15] CNN: Zat voould be alright viz me... Zank joou.
[03:15] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] would have facepalmed, if it wouldn't have been blatantly inappropriate; she can already feel - not from her other senses, but -physically- through contact with this guy - how much this new troll is affecting him. Gallia DOES NOT APPROVE, and plans begin to hatch. --
[03:34] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] wants to mentally slap himself, but... Yeah. Atch, what the heck. He decides Gallia's his matesprit...and he kind of feels like shit for not saying anything. Maybe her ego-boosting him so much has worked some? Maybe he's not as stuck on keeping concerning crap to himself anymore? --
[03:37] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] face denotes he gives up too. Kind of that face that says "oh shit what the fuck am I thinking". Flat, and annoyed with themselves. --
[03:44] CNN: Hmph... Gallia... I vill be hoonest here. I stroongly suspect, judging by zis irritating and irratioonal prootective feeling zat he may be in soome relatioon too my ancestoor's mooirail. In oozer voords... Pallida's oovn relatioon.
[03:45] -- CURRENT equineReaction's [CER'S] response is to the point: --
[03:45] CER: yes, I can Tell. why dou you Think I am dealing wiTh him, and nouT you?
[03:48] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] appears to feel much better just getting that off of his chest. Yes. Ego boosts work. Even Gallia's response doesn't put him down...he thinks? --
[03:49] CER: Thouse irraTiounal feelings could be harmful... buT if you Think iT will be a proublem, I will Take care ouf him insTead.
[03:50] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] breathes out, in a quiet whuff. --
[03:50] CER: ... frankly, in any ouTher siTuaTioun I'd suggesT you find anouTher player. buT Time is shourT.
[03:51] CNN: Jes... Agreed.
[03:51] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] rubs his temples and chuckles half-heartedly. --
[03:54] CNN: Heheh...Damn... I zink I alsoo agree viz it poossibly being harmful. Zis feeling is like ze oone zat tagged aloong viz Pallida...oonly much stroonger. It is very frustrating.
[03:54] CNN: Zat must alsoo mean zat... vait...
[03:54] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] whuffs, again, and lifts a hand to flick one of Malhaut's ears. --
[03:54] CER: heh... if you geT ouT ouf line, I'll smack you.
[03:57] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] frowns, looking quite perplexed, but Gallia's little ear flick makes him flinch and close his eyes, but with a little smile. --
[03:58] CNN: Psh~... Soounds like fair terms.
[04:00] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus, [CNN,] as an additional note, is sitting on Gallia's left side, facing her with his right. As they converse, his left finear seems intent on flicking this way and that quite sporadically, turning towards her as she speaks, but turning away as soon as she finishes. He makes a habit of peeking around once in awhile too. --
[04:01] CNN: But...at least, froom vhat I can tell, he is lacking spine instead oof lacking manners.
[04:02] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes out in a slightly overemphasized puff of air. --
[04:02] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] notices, but she doesn't say anything. It's normal, after all - they're outside, unprotected, and for some strange reason her matesprit seems to like getting the drop on enemies instead of wrecking them on whatever terms. --
[04:05] CER: ... buT whaT musT ThaT alsou mean, MalhauT? I inTerrupTed you.
[04:05] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] finears perk up a bit when he's spoken to about that. --
[04:06] CNN: Ah, jes. I vill coontinue.
[04:06] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] goes back to looking thoughful, and slowly to looking puzzled as well. --
[04:07] CNN: ..Zat zis may be ze /actual/ decendant oof...vhat vas his name... Loockejav I believe? Jes, I zink zat is it. If zat is soo zoough...vhat dooes zat make Pallida?
[04:07] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] looks upwards into the sky a bit as he thinks. --
[04:07] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] snorts. It's a surprisngly horsey sound. --
[04:07] CER: a freak.
[04:08] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] face goes flat for a second...but, his reaction is a simple shrug, and a crooked and non-serious frown. --
[04:09] CNN: Hm, maybe. Perhaps zey have soome...moore indirect relatioon?...
[04:11] CER: a... whaT?
[04:12] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] seems to be tussling with a little mental puzzle here, yet it seems to be interesting to him. It's like a cat playing with a crinkley foil ball, only that ball is an idea instead. --
[04:15] CNN: ...Maybe... /soome/ oof zeir genetics are similar? Like...Loockejav...coould have been soomezing like her...half...ancestoor?... Zey did have similarities, surely, Pallida and him.
[04:15] CNN: It just soounds soo...tvisted.
[04:16] CER: half-ancesTours?! buT ThaT's impoussible!
[04:17] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] frowns. Quiet, Gallia. Kitty's too busy playing with his sparkley pookie concept of delight. --
[04:18] CNN: ...Maybe noot...ancestoors exactly, in ze coonventioonal vay. Just...
[04:18] CNN: ...Vell...ve are all built oof ze same sample, all froom ze moozer grub, and ze moozer grub gets zat sample froom all ze oof ze mated trooll pairs. Let me try and explain zis.
[04:20] CNN: Let us say... each oof zoose, vell...metal hoolding coontainers hoolds ze material froom tvoo troolls. Befoore being in zat...coontainer, ze...substance, oon its oovn, has ze coode foor oone trooll?
[04:21] CER: I suppouse...
[04:22] CNN: Vhat if, oout oof zoose millioons and moore oof samples...it just soo happened zat a grub vas boorn oof a coombinatioon zat vas exactly joours, making joou a decendant oof anjoone viz ze same exact ingredients, per se.
[04:22] CNN: Anoozer might have been boorn zat vas /almoost/ ze same...but noot enoough too be a decendant.
[04:22] CNN: Joou voould still share material zoough...even zoough ze chances might be loov.
[04:23] CER: buT ThaT's impoussible! geneTics doun'T wourk like ThaT, eiTher soumeThing -is- our iT -isn'T-...
[04:23] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] is trying. He really is. %D --
[04:23] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] has a silent hateboner for Pallida. Goddamn whore making everything complicated. --
[04:25] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] rubs his chin in contemplation. Gallia's denials don't seem to phase him at all. --
[04:26] CNN: Vell...I /did/ actually talk viz anoozer trooll oonce. It vas an...unnerving coonversatioon too say ze least.
[04:28] CNN: I spooke too him befoore leaving Alternia. His blood cooloor vas nearly my oovn... and amoong zat, and oozer zings...
[04:28] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't elaborate. SOMEWHAT COMPROMISING SUBJECTS SHALL NOT BE MENTIONED --
[04:29] CNN: ...ve vere eerily similar. I coould noot deny zere must have been soomezing too it.
[04:29] CER: hmph... couincidences.
[04:31] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes out in a small huff. All he says, flatly, is: --
[04:31] CNN: Gallia...
[04:31] CNN: ...lusus feelings.
[04:32] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] whuffles, in a very horsey sort of snort. --
[04:32] CER: ThaT was a coumpleTely differenT subjecT, and doun'T even Try Tou use oune win Tou make anouTher!
[04:33] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] puts on the innocent, yet not-so-innocent face and looks away somewhat as he watches for enemies. In a teeny tiny voice, he mumbles. --
[04:33] CNN: denilal
[04:33] CNN: *...Denial.
[04:33] CER: ouh, shuT up!
[04:34] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] seems huffy, more than legitimately angered. Protecting her dignity? --
[04:35] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] keeps his little pouty-frown on, but it disolves and gets replaced from a playful little smirk. Tee-hee~ >u> --
[04:35] CNN: *replaced with]
[04:36] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] snorts, and shakes her head. --
[04:36] CER: ouh, you're -charming- when you Think you're righT.
[04:37] CNN: Tch... Can joou proove me vroong?
[04:37] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] says it in the bitey sort of way which could be seen as sarcastic, but... he probably knows it's not~ --
[04:37] CER: ounly wiTh The coumbined sweeps ouf all our medical knouwledge!
[04:38] CER: if There were such a Thing as ancesTours oune sTep remouved, soumeoune would have nouTiced by nouw.
[04:38] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] chuckles. He can poke holes in this so easily~--
[04:39] CNN: Oof coourse noone have nooticed...because nooboody voould care foor a half ancestoor anyvays. Voould joou really shoov any intrigue in soomeoone vhoo vas just /soomevhat/ like joou? Moost likely noot. Alsoo...vhat is joour soource oon zat matter? Agatha/
[04:39] CNN: *?
[04:42] CER: hmph... I could geT a source. any boouk oun geneTics will Tell you.
[04:42] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] smirks crookedly. eue --
[04:42] CNN: ...Have joou ever read oone?
[04:43] CER: wh- have I read oune! ouf course I've - well nouT oun ThaT specifically, nouT in -depTh- -
[04:44] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] gaze shifts over to her and lock on. He looks smug as a bug in a rug. Gallia, he smells your weakness--
[04:46] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] swats at Malhaut's shoulder, turning her face away in a bit of a huff. Hmph! --
[04:47] CER: ... anyway, soumeoune would have made a claim oun soume ancesTour's fourTune. soumeoune would have Tried Tou geT soumeThing They were ounly-half enTiTled Tou.
[04:49] CNN: Ahaha~.../But/...zey voould have failed, and /proobably/ voould have been culled foor such a rediculoous idea. Zerefoore... noozing too hear oof. I have alvays figured zat zoose vhoo are oonly minoor "lunatics" get taken oout viz much less nevs and fuss.
[04:50] CER: soumeoune would have lefT soumeThing behind. evidence builds up ouver The sweeps, you knouw.
[04:51] CNN: Trust me...hehe... I voould knoov infoormatioon zat suggests oozervise. Did joou foorget vhat my ooccupatioon vas, my dear~?
[04:51] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] really can't deny that Malhaut is hot when he does this. Frustratingly, brilliantly hot. --
[04:51] CER: hmph.
[04:52] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] chuckles deep in his chest. She's so cute when she can't make a valid argument...--
[04:54] CER: if you had ThaT sourT ouf infourmaTioun, iT wouldn'T serve you Tou Tell!
[04:56] CNN: Ah, it certainly voould noot...but...
[04:57] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] scootches a little closer to Gallia and trails one of his pointer fingers over her leathery shoulder armor. --
[04:57] CNN: ...zere is noo coonsequence here, is zere?
[04:59] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] can't suppress a small shiver, looking over to him. Goddamn hot smug Malhaut stop proving her wrong in such an appealing manner. --
[05:05] CER: m-maybe nouT.
[05:06] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] chuckles deeply again, removing his finger to give her MERCY FFF --
[05:08] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] still tries to pay attention to what's around him, but devotes just enough focus into being a creep. He slinks even closer to her and nearly whispers in her ear when speaking. --
[05:10] CNN: Let me tell joou soomezing... Ve vere ze keepers oof secrets, oones zat vere noot too be toold, and zat ve vere trusted too prootect and keep in such an unknoovn state. Too tell... it voould have meant deaz foor me.
[05:11] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] grins slightly, but with a sort of evil quality to it. Eugh.. --
[05:12] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] shivers, again - is she -blushing-? Malhaut, your creepiness is not having the desired effect. Still, she tries to keep her composure, and huffs: --
[05:14] CER: you are being Toou frisky, misTer Oubliquus.
[05:15] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] can smell her hormones of yes; Much nicer than smelling oil paints~ >||D --
[05:20] CNN: Mh...~...Perhaps, perhaps... I am /sure/ zoough... zat joou voould razer me get too frisky zan never get frisky at all.
[05:20] CER: ouh, yes...
[05:20] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] snickers, nearly resting his chin on her shoulder. Man is he being a creep tonight. ,'8D --
[05:21] CER: ... buT we were in The middle ouf soumeThing, w-we can'T dou anyThing ouT here, soumeThing could sneak up oun us!
[05:23] CNN: .../Exactly/ vhy I have been listening zis vhoole time too prevent zat...~
[05:24] CNN: But...joou are right, regardless.
[05:24] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] sliiips back into his former position with the smooth grace a Malhaut should have on all nights. --
[05:28] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] is left flustered and... almost wishing they had more sense than they do. BUT THEY DO! ... and wasn't Gallia being conservative before Malhaut turned the charm on? She's still right. --
[05:29] CER: ((^less sense Than They do.))
[05:30] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] retains his elevated mood; Much better than worrying about Lockejaw decendants, right? Right. --
[05:32] CNN: Actually, coome too zink oof it... perhaps it is time ve get back too ze hive?
[05:33] CER: hmh... perhaps sou. I fear our game's goune Tou ground.
[05:34] CNN: Zat very vell may be soo, oor at least here. It is too bad zat zere vill be noo oone too share vatch duty viz us...but...at least ve vill be aloone...
[05:35] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] hasn't been able to wipe the smile from his face. Unph. --
[05:36] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] is glad that her scars hide most of her blush, even if her eartips betray her. Why yes, they CAN make everything about sloppy makeouts, they're teenagers, why do you ask. --
[05:42] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] looks down at his Trollian again...and that does manage to take away at least some of the smugness that's crept into his mind, then closes the device up but doesn't close the chat window itself. He turns the beep on. Malhaut doesn't like to do that normally so he doesn't get distracted, but...it's kind of important to do so tonight. --
[05:42] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] stands himself up and offers Gallia a hand. --
[05:43] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] takes the hand, and picks herself up, breathing out. --
[05:45] CER: leT's gou back, MalhauT.
[05:47] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] nods to her once she's up, taking the hand he'd offered her to now take ahold of his whip good and proper. He takes a brief moment to admire what he uses daily, yet probably takes for granted without realizing it. --
[05:48] CNN: Jes... Hoopefully ze enemies vill leave us in peace at ze hive as zey have here.
[05:48] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] smiles to him, looking sly - --
[05:49] CER: if They dou, we'll geT Tou crush Them.
[05:52] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] returns the smile, which starts out fairly regular...but, fairly quickly, gains the same trait as hers. --
[05:54] CNN: Ah, jes, certainly.
[05:58] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] briefly considers putting his cape back on, but he figures there's not much reason for him to when it's so pleasant out. He's already practiced fighting with it on anyhow. --
[06:02] -- CURRENT equineReaction's [CER'S] smile flutters into a smirk for a moment, before she turns and heads back to the hive. ... yeaaaah she's totally going to be hitting on him later. HE STARTED IT! --
[06:03] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] follows along. Really, his mind wasn't on macking upon getting back, but...it's likely Gallia might make a fairly convincing argument. Who knows. Maybe he'll let her win /this/ one. --
You want to see Gallia talking to Signa? You want to see Gallia talking to Signa?! ... okay!
[12:20] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] began trolling equineReaction [ER] at 12:20 --
[12:20] CC: +->You there, Gallia?<-+
[12:20] ER: ah, yes...
[12:21] CC: +->How're you doing?<-+
[12:22] ER: ouh... everyThing is gouing oukay, persounally... The coural you senT me has made a wounderful caTalysT four my glouves!
[12:22] CC: +->Oh yeah?<-+
[12:22] CC: +->Do they rend the flesh of your foes?<-+
[12:22] CC: +->Heh heh heh<-+
[12:22] ER: ouh, yes. I use Them aloung wiTh a needle sysTem Tou deliver acids wiTh my blouws.
[12:23] CC: +->...Needles?<-+
[12:23] CC: +->That sounds very painful.<-+
[12:23] ER: ouh, yes. aT The pouinTs ouf The coural.
[12:24] ER: well, I reinfourced The alchemisaTioun wiTh meTals, as well. I wouldn'T wanT iT Tou be as briTTle as coural can be... ThaT would be a crying shame.
[12:24] CC: +->How do they look?<-+
[12:24] CC: +->Does Malhaut like them?<-+
[12:24] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] can be heard snickering on the other end... --
[12:24] ER: um, he did seem Tou...
[12:25] ER: ... waiT, are you laughing aT me?!
[12:25] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] stifles her giggles with what sounds suspiciously like her hand. --
[12:25] CC: +->*cough*<-+
[12:25] CC: +->Nope.<-+
[12:26] ER: gooud!
[12:26] CC: +->Heh...<-+
[12:26] CC: +->Um<-+
[12:26] ER: ... buT... unfourTunaTely, There has been bad news as well.
[12:26] CC: +->...?<-+
[12:28] ER: oune ouf our members has died. he's nouT oune Tou be mourned, buT regardless, lousing persounnel...
[12:29] CC: +->Who?<-+
[12:29] ER: his name was Jezroun.
[12:29] CC: +->Jezroun?<-+
[12:29] CC: +->No, wait.<-+
[12:29] CC: +->Jezron?<-+
[12:30] ER: yes, Jezroun. you did nouT knouw him.
[12:30] CC: +->I never spoke to him.<-+
[12:30] CC: +->Still, it's a pity he died.<-+
[12:33] ER: moure a piTy Tou Thouse ouf us lefT. you did nouT miss much.
[12:33] CC: +->Was he that strange?<-+
[12:34] ER: heh... persounal grudge.
[12:34] CC: +->I see.<-+
[12:34] CC: +->...we're down a person again.<-+
[12:34] CC: +->How does this keep happening?<-+
[12:34] CC: +->Was his denizen beaten, at least?<-+
[12:34] ER: we'll figure iT ouT.
[12:35] ER: and... I dou nouT knouw. I doubT iT was.
[12:37] CC: +->Huh.<-+
[12:37] CC: +->Welp.<-+
[12:39] CC: +->...<-+
[12:39] CC: +->Gallia...be careful.<-+
[12:39] CC: +->I've been thinking.<-+
[12:39] ER: abouT whaT, Signa?
[12:40] CC: +->It seems like we're not getting much done as time passes.<-+
[12:40] CC: +->The team, I mean.<-+
[12:40] CC: +->There isn't some time limit to this game, is there?<-+
[12:40] ER: ... There proubably is.
[12:43] CC: +->What're we gonna do?<-+
[12:46] ER: we're gouing Tou... fighT and win The game. iT's all we can dou.
[12:46] CC: +->I'm sorry.<-+
[12:47] CC: +->I know I shouldn't pay them any heed<-+
[12:47] ER: ... Them?
[12:47] CC: +->But when I was dreaming, they kept saying we were out of time.<-+
[12:47] CC: +->The voices.<-+
[12:47] CC: +->Seems like the price of being myself again is that I have to hear them again.<-+
[12:48] ER: ... which voices? did you nouT say There were... moure Than oune?
[12:48] CC: +->The horrorterrors.<-+
[12:48] CC: +->My dreamself can hear them.<-+
[12:48] ER: .... ouh. Them.
[12:50] CC: +->Yeah.<-+
[12:50] CC: +->It's been bugging me all night.<-+
[12:54] ER: ... They shouldn'T dou ThaT Tou you. hnh.
[12:55] CC: +->Why wouldn't they? They're a huge collection of amorphous assholes.<-+
[12:57] ER: They would, buT... They shouldn'T. hn.
[12:58] ER: Take care, Signa. I'd shuT Them up if I could.
[12:58] CC: +->I know you would.<-+
[12:58] -- crimsonCartographer's [CC'S] voice sounds a bit wistful. --
[01:09] CC: +->I suppose you're busy...<-+
[01:09] ER: ... nou, nouT really.
[01:10] CC: +->I don't really have anything useful to contribute, to be honest.<-+
[01:10] ER: doun'T say ThaT.
[01:10] ER: you are sTroung. you are useful.
[01:11] CC: +->Well<-+
[01:11] CC: +->I'm getting stronger, but<-+
[01:11] CC: +->I mean for this message<-+
[01:11] CC: +->I don't really have anything to report.<-+
[01:12] ER: ... ouh. ... I ThoughT you meanT soumeThing else.
[01:14] CC: +->Hah<-+
[01:14] CC: +->I know<-+
[01:14] CC: +->That sounded bad<-+
[01:14] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] chuckles humorlessly. --
[01:17] ER: I should leT you gou and geT back Tou Things, I suppouse.
[01:17] CC: +->Which is nothing.<-+
[01:17] CC: +->...see?<-+
[01:21] ER: ... heh.
[01:21] ER: ... are you and Signa eaTing well?
[01:22] CC: +->...Gallia!<-+
[01:22] CC: +->I am Signa!<-+
[01:22] CC: +->...right?<-+
[01:22] ER: ((Argh, I meanT ARAGUA.))
[01:22] ER: ((Sorry!))
[01:23] CC: +->I tried to make something with the weird fish from this world.<-+
[01:24] ER: you are eaTing Things ouTher Than fish Though... righT?
[01:24] CC: +->They taste really...really bland.<-+
[01:24] CC: +->There isn't anything besides the jerky and dried stuff I can copy in my sylladex.<-+
[01:25] ER: you should definiTely make moure foouds. I have a louT ouf coudes douwn, sou jusT ask if you need soumeThing.
[01:25] CC: +->I'm getting pretty tired of it...which says something, cause I've been eating it for a long time.<-+
[01:26] CC: +->Hah, I'll be fine.<-+
[01:26] -- crimsonCartographer's [CC'S] sounds reassured. What was her issue...? --
[01:28] CC: +->...<-+
[01:29] CC: +->How's Malhaut doing?<-+
[01:30] ER: ... he's disenhearTened by The news ouf lousing oune ouf his men. I houpe he will be oukay.
[01:32] CC: +->He's pretty calm.<-+
[01:32] CC: +->I think he'll be alright.<-+
[01:34] ER: ... ouf course he'll be alrighT in The end. he perseveres. buT I am allouwed Tou wourry... heh.
[01:34] CC: +->True story.<-+
[01:37] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] can be heard chuckling again. --
[01:40] CC: +->Hm.<-+
[01:40] CC: +->I'll talk to you later, Gallia. I just...<-+
[01:41] CC: +->...Ah, never mind. I'll tak to you later. Say hi to Malhaut and the rest for me, please?<-+
[01:41] ER: ... if soumeThing's bouThering you, you can always speak Tou me.
[01:41] CC: +->It's nothing, really.<-+
[01:42] CC: +->Be careful with those gloves...you could hurt yourself, if you're not careful.<-+
[01:43] ER: ... ouf course. you should Take care as well.
[01:43] ER: Take care, Signa.
[01:43] CC: +->See ya.<-+
[01:43] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] gave up trolling equineReaction [ER] at 13:43 --
[02:10] -- crimsonCartographer [CC] changed their mood to OFFLINE --
Well that could have gone much better. You worry about your little redblooded friend. What could be concerning her?
NN: Get contacted by someone before... who the flipping fuck is this white-texted douchebag?? (Offscreen snuggles and potential make-outs were prevented by this message; Mutual WTF and worry between Gallia and Malhaut ensued~)
[04:56] -- d0cScratch [DS] began trolling nefariousNautilus [NN] at 04:56 --
[04:56] DS: Why hello.
[04:57] NN: ...Helloo?...
[04:57] DS: Yes
[04:57] DS: That is in fact what I had typed.
[04:57] DS: I have to ask you something.
[04:57] DS: Do you mind?
[04:57] NN: ...It depends upoon vhat zat questioon is.
[04:57] NN: Ask.
[04:58] DS: What would you say if I told you that we got off on the wrong foot, later?
[04:58] DS: By "later" I mean "after now".
[04:58] DS: I would like to right that instance.
[04:59] NN: ...I am noot sure I voould have anyzing in particular too say, due too hoov finicky time shenanigans seem too be...
[04:59] NN: ...Vhat reasoon voould zere be foor joou too apooloogize anyhoov?
[04:59] DS: Well one day I seem to accidentally let you do something.
[04:59] DS: Something, of course, that you should not have done.
[05:00] NN: Voould zat be soo?...
[05:00] DS: Yes, yes it would.
[05:00] DS: What reason would I have to lie?
[05:01] NN: Hoonestly, I can zink oof many a reasoon, alzoough I doo noot knoov joou vell enoough too make any judgements.
[05:01] DS: Oh well that is very good; you should never preconceive people.
[05:01] DS: Or gods in this case.
[05:02] NN: ... Goods. I see.
[05:02] DS: No, gods.
[05:02] DS: I am not buying you anything, am I?
[05:02] NN: ...Excuse me foor my accent. Soometimes, I cannoot help but doouble my oos.
[05:02] DS: I know.
[05:03] DS: haa haa hee hee hoo hoo
[05:03] DS: But back on target, would you mind not doing the things which I was typing of earlier?
[05:03] DS: Don't do that later.
[05:03] DS: And thank you for your time.
[05:03] -- d0cScratch [DS] gave up trolling nefariousNautilus [NN] at 05:03 --
God I seriously flipped my shit when this happened. I have no idea who did this. X'D
Alsoooo...he got this on the 20th of June. Just never posted it, so thought now might be a good time. %D
-- LordEnglish [LL] began trolling nefariousNautilus [NN] at 01:58 --
LL: Greetings.
LL: And how are you today?
LL: No matter.
LL: I am taking up your valuable time.
NN: ?...Vhoo are joou?...
LL: I shall endeavour to return at a more convenient hour.
LL: I am but an interested third party.
LL: I have vested interests in your venture.
LL: But enough of that.
LL: Farewell, and may we meet again.
LL: It has been something of a pleasure.
NN: ...
LL: Goodbye.
-- LordEnglish [LL] is now an idle chum! --
-- nefariousNautilus [NN] gave up trolling LordEnglish [LL] at 02:00 --
Last edited by ChameleonSushi; 07-30-2011 at 04:23 AM.
Your username is chameleonSushi and you CS: |||||Type with the gentle colors and textures of a beach. Sand, pebbles, driftwood, water, the works. You also like to grunt...HHHNNGHH!!!|||||
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All mah character handles~
Fantrolls
calypsoTragedy (Sirene Ogygia)
nefariousNautilus (Malhaut Obliquus) SGRUB-The Prying Hackers [Formspring Twitter Tumblr]
deviousDelinquent (Alt!Malhaut)
masculineManufacturer (Azimuh Roycet)
alkalineGyro (Tetuzi)
somethingBizarre (Aneury)
transverseCruiser (Becker)
inconspicuousNeurotic (Redblood!Malhaut)
Other OCs on Pesterchum
coconutSlurry ("CS") SGRUB-Shenanigans Ensue!
perplexedAstronomer (Orphelio)
deahrgoEughah (Deahrgo Eughah)
Jailbait of the shipping showers, I choose you!
==> Be the total püssy.
<~} ;A; {~>
Your name is PERSEA SANGUINE and you just suck.
Seriously. You are SCARED SHITLESS by just about ANYTHING THAT PRESENTS ITSELF TO YOU. Your RIDICULOUS PANIC COMPLEX makes you assume that most things and people are going to HARM or KILL YOU in SOME WAY, shape, or form. It's a wonder that you aren't terrified by POWER TOOLS and OTHER BUILDING EQUIPMENT though. This, however, is due to the fact that despite your blood ranking, you, like your GRANCESTOR [whom you have MISTAKEN to be your DIRECT ANCESTOR] did, hold a job BUILDING THINGS. You prefer to build WOODEN SEA SHIPS most, but you are very capable of building MANY OTHER THINGS out of both METALS AND WOODS; this includes BIOMECHANICS as well. But, you do occasionally have SECOND THOUGHTS about these tools. When this happens, you force yourself to be convinced that those tools will NOT HURT YOU.
Your chronic fear has led you to live a life of NEAR-SOLITUDE, making business transactions over TROLLIAN and having customers' finished products SHIPPED OUT TO THEM. This is for the better, for the few trolls that do know of how much of a wuss you are have been straight with you and told you that you should have been CULLED. This GREATLY UPSETS you, but you too wonder why you aren't dead yet. You don't WANT to die, though, so you are quick to dispel these contemplations.
You tend to build even for PERSONAL RECREATION; it's what you know how to do, and you ENJOY IT MUCH. Some things you've built yourself just for the hell of it include your TROLLITEXT, a cellphone-like device with a low-quality camera, speech-to-text capability, and can only run the Trollian program; the STEEL-TOE INSERTS in your SHOES; your GRUBTOP after it became victim to one of your PANICS [the spider on the laptop's keyboard was huge!]; and a RADIO that you would use in your WORKSHOP. You don't openly share your taste in music, but you never know; you might find someone else who does enjoy AUDIO OPERA.
Other than construction, if you're low on building supplies or the weather is nice, you'll go to the OCEANSIDE not too far from your hive and SWIM. You like swimming a lot, and you swim as much as you can before you remember how SEA MONSTERS might try to EAT AND/OR KILL YOU. Thus, you panic and rush back home.
Your lusus was a HARBOR SEAL that resided in the waters at your SWIMMING SPOT. You loved your lusus; she never said much, and she was NICE. She even had a friendship with another lusus that you never intervened. Why not let her have a friend? For some reason, you noticed, the friend-lusus STOPPED VISITING seal-mom. Not too long after, seal-mom VANISHED from the AREA. A few days later, finding a CHUNK of SEAL-MOM'S HEAD washed up on the shore RUINED YOUR NEXT THREE WEEKS. You still TEAR UP when you think of her, so you TRY NOT TO.
Your fetch modus is SCALEBUILD. It is a unique modus that gives you a number of toothpicks [min. 10; max. 50] with which you must make a miniature model of the item that you want to decaptchalogue. The toothpicks hold their place though; you need not worry about adhesives or surfaces to build on. [MODUS MAGIC SCIENCE.] However, the modus has its downfalls: the modus can be quite picky on whether or not the toothpick structure looks close enough to the item or not; you cannot break the toothpicks; and you have to use every toothpick given for the construction. Simpler items give out less toothpicks, while more complicated/larger items give out more. You cannot captchalogue anything larger than a HORIZONTAL PADDED BUCKETING SURFACE--ahrm, a bed. You currently have 8 cards to use.
Your specibus is ankhKind, using the ankh heirloom that your GRANCESTOR had when he as alive and is now in your possession. Due to its still-pristine condition, you assume that its gold appearance must be fake, and you think the item is actually made from a durable alloy of some sort; you aren't sure what the gem-like sphere in the center of the ankh is, so you just call it a core. You prefer to wear it about your neck from a treated rope, but you can stow it away in your strife deck if you need to. You dislike being violent if you can help it [damn spider], and you aren't very good at strifing, but you simply use the pointed bottom of the ankh to stab your target while holding it by its loop.
Your trollTag is taciturnPadlocke and <~} Yoü are very expressive in yoür text, inclüding reference to yoür slight accent, s-stüttering when yoü're scared, üsing emotes...but yoü never swear! Güdness, that woüld be mean! ;A; {~>
Age: 9 Sweeps / 19 Years
Gender: Male
Land name: Land of Carbon and Cathedrals
Short land description: Gentle, rolling hills of tight-knitted carbon fiber; churches and cathedrals of graphite, diamond, and other carbonic solids dotting the land [approx. one per square mile [closest], one per hundred square miles [furthest]]. The larger the building, the stronger carbon item used to make it and the more distant it is from others. Consorts live together in groups in some of these buildings. Do not cut into the ground, it is not suggested.
Consorts: Large bandicoots that sniff around at everything. SNIFF SQUEAK SNIFF
Title: Monk of Life
Specibi: ankhKind
Fetch Modus: Scalebuild
Dream Self Location: Prospit
Stat Chart:
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Last edited by BucketJockey; 07-30-2011 at 05:16 AM.
Your chumHandle is fireEquinox and It's necessary.
Your trollTag is BucketJockey and There isn't really anything odd about your speech, minus the occasional emote and request to touch others' horns. ;D
Your trollTag is biblicalJudiciary and You have no need for quirks; they are an unnecessary detail in the eyes of Gog, the Great Mother Grub.
Your trollTag is coordinatorLifecrux and Everything must be clean, organized, and in order.
Your trollTag is cloneLocke and You likE to REmind youR victims About how you PlAn to RAPE thEm!
Your trollTag is taciturnPadlocke and <~} Yoü are very expressive in yoür text, inclüding reference to yoür slight accent, st-tüttering when yoü're scared, üsing emotes...but yoü never swear! Güdness, that woüld be mean! ;A; {~>
Your trollTag is professorLockejaw and {| Your Sciencely intellect could be framed, or at least you think so. |}
Your trollTag is seaquakerChannelocke and <~} Y{o}u never cease t{o} be intimidating, with y{o}ur B{OO}MING V{O}ICE, D{O}UCHE BAG T{O}NE, and y{o}ur THUNDER{O}US {O}'s! {~>
Your trollTag is azaleaSymphony and @}~> You e♫joy a♫y a♫d all §weet §o♫g§, melodie§, a♫d flower§, eve♫ i♫ your text. <~{@
Your trollTag is arsonistIronhooves and Your cracx-lixe obxexion with fire and your ironhoovex xhowx in your text.
You are the waxenMystagogue [White Mage] and YOU tend to VOICE your BLUNT OPINIONS of WISDOM at those you see on the BLASTED MONITORING DEVICE.
Tetris icon by ZDG.
Some more stuff involving that new guy.
Nibzan and Persea talk, and not as many insults are used as you might expect
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] began trolling ironicMainstream [IM] at 12:05 --
TP: <~} Hey, yoü! {~>
IM: and it'th you again.
TP: <~} Do yoü not have anything better to do than be mean? {~>
IM: ...
TP: <~} Is that all yoü do? Are yoü that bored? {~>
IM: pretty much.
IM: killing thingth ith only fun for tho long.
TP: <~} Killing is mean! ;A; {~>
IM: ...
TP: <~} I take it my insülting wasn't that güd then, either... {~>
IM: not really.
IM: but at leatht you tried, i gueth.
IM: that'th better than thome people did.
TP: <~} ;ü; {~>
IM: you've moved up one thpace on the 'wortht troll ever' thcale.
IM: although you'll drop right back down if you keep uthing thothe fucking faceth.
TP: <~} ;_; It's hard not to... {~>
TP: <~} It's become habit, sir! {~>
IM: then delete them whenever you type them.
IM: duh >8(
TP: <~} Büt {~>
TP: <~} Yoü jüst üsed a face!{~>
IM: but i don't uthe it every other thentence.
TP: <~} Trüe... {~>
IM: whereath you do.
IM: tho therefore your arguement ith invalid.
TP: <~} I'm sorry... {~>
IM: pluth all your faceth are thad which jutht maketh you look even wuthier.
TP: <~} Büt I am a wüss! ; {~>
IM: that doethn't mean you have to advertithe it.
TP: <~} Güdness, missed a semicolon. :c {~>
TP: <~} I'll try to work on it... {~>
IM: ...
IM: did you find thomeone to give you the game?
TP: <~} Yes! {~>
TP: <~} nN sent me files, büt now I gotta find people to play it with. {~>
IM: well... have fun with that i gueth.
TP: <~} I'm trying, I am! {~>
IM: there'th probably thome people thtill alive who'll take you in.
IM: although why they'd want to i have no idea.
TP: <~} Some trolls are nice! {~>
TP: <~} This one I talked to was really nice, his name was Aragüa büt sadly he's already in the game with someone. {~>
IM: ...
IM: /thhe'th/ in the thame game ath me.
IM: not that i've really talked to them.
TP: <~} Oh...she. {~>
TP: <~} Well she's really really kind! {~>
IM: i gueth.
IM: thhe'th only really here to replace thomeone elthe tho whatever.
TP: <~} Oh... {~>
IM: but anway.
IM: if you find a thethion you'll be forced to grow a thpine anyway, tho it'll probably be good for you.
TP: <~} I'll try... {~>
IM: and you will have to kill thingth.
IM: it'th a fact.
TP: <~} ;A; {~>
TP: <~} --Oh güdness, sorry! {~>
TP: <~} Büt...büt still, that's terrible! {~>
IM: well, when you get your head bitten off by an imp don't come crying to me.
TP: <~} I-I only hürt things that try to hürt me... {~>
IM: ith having your head bitten off not conthidered 'hurting' anymore or do you theriouthly think i'm joking about thith.
TP: <~} No! I mean if something tries to bite my head off, I'll hürt it back büt I jüst won't like it... {~>
IM: and if you don't kill thingth then you won't get thtronger and then you will die.
IM: the end.
IM: no more wuth.
TP: <~} I don't want {~>
TP: <~} ...I won't die! {~>
TP: <~} I won't let them hürt me... {~>
IM: in that cathe you have to kill them before they kill you.
TP: <~} Then I will! ;-; {~>
TP: <~} I've killed spiders before...other things... {~>
IM: ... good for you.
IM: now you jutht have to apply that idea to thingth bigger than a centimetre.
TP: <~} ...Okay... {~>
IM: you thtill hiding out in the water or whatever?
TP: <~} Yeah. {~>
IM: not worried about thothe hypothetical theamonthterth anymore?
TP: <~} Don't remind me please mister Somrar... {~>
IM: ...
IM: now that you've pretty much thtopped the thtupid faceth how about you thtop calling me 'thir' or 'mithter' >8(
TP: <~} ...Sorry, Nibzan. {~>
IM: better.
TP: <~} I'm...sorry for sücking so müch, Nibzan. {~>
IM: ...
IM: if i ever do thee you you're thtill getting punched.
TP: <~} ... {~>
TP: <~} Okay. {~>
IM: thith ith not thomething that can be avoided.
TP: <~} If yoü're as scary as yoü talk then I might accidentally hürt yoü first... :c {~>
IM: that'th probably unlikely, but whatever.
TP: <~} Yoü never know... {~>
TP: <~} I find a lot of things scary. {~>
IM: well you might find me thcary looking i gueth.
IM: but i doubt it.
TP: <~} I'll try not to be scared, then. {~>
IM: good to know.
IM: ...
IM: did you talk to anyone elthe from my thethion?
TP: <~} I don't know who's in yoür session, büt I talked to... {~>
TP: <~} Malhaüt, Gallia, Aragüa, and yoü. {~>
TP: <~} No one else I talked to gave me names. {~>
IM: they're all people in my thethion.
IM: have you even talked to anyone who ithn't?
TP: <~} I don't know. o^o {~>
TP: <~} The trollTags were {~>
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] makes a short list of trolltags he messaged. I'm not typing out a list. xD --
IM: i gueth you did then.
IM: although judging by the fact you're thtill on Alternia none of them wanted you.
TP: <~} ... {~>
TP: <~} It's common {~>
IM: what, for people to not want you?
IM: underthtandable.
TP: <~} Yeah... {~>
IM: but if you follow what i've thaid then more people might want you.
IM: it'th cauthe and effect.
IM: or thome thhit like that.
TP: <~} I'll try, büt... {~>
TP: <~} My ancestor was a mean troll büt he was alone-like tü. {~>
TP: <~} What if it's jüst my blüdline that's alone? ;.; {~>
IM: ... that'th thtupid.
IM: dethtiny might work for thome thingth but i don't think it workth for whether you're thuppothed to be alone or not.
TP: <~} It has so far, thoügh... {~>
IM: no, that'th jutht you.
IM: not thome thtupid bloodline rubbithh.
TP: <~} Büt...his notes even said... {~>
IM: even thaid what?
TP: <~} That he was alone. Büt he was a mean scary troll. {~>
IM: and... you're already completely different to him tho who careth.
TP: <~} Being mean and scary makes me like him a lot. {~>
TP: <~} If he was alone doing that, woüldn't I be alone tü anyway? ;-; {~>
IM: ...
IM: you really don't like thingth eathy, do you.
IM: i'm not thaying be mean and thcary, i'm thaying thtop acting like tho much of a wuth.
TP: <~} ... {~>
TP: <~} How can yoü not be a wüss büt not mean? {~>
IM: ... they're not mutually incluthive.
IM: jutht thtop acting tho thcared of everything and thtop panicking tho much.
TP: <~} ...That's hard. {~>
IM: yeah well, thuck it up.
TP: <~} I can't help being scared. {~>
IM: well, people are more likely to want you if they think you can look after yourthelf.
TP: <~} I can lük after myself! I jüst...yeah. {~>
IM: you don't exactly give off the imprethion that you're any good at it.
TP: <~} I... {~>
TP: <~} Mister Somrar, I live withoüt a lüsüs and have my own job. I can lük after myself! {~>
TP: <~} ...I think... {~>
TP: <~} Oh güd blessed now I'm remembring Sealmom... ;~; {~>
IM: ...
IM: at leatht you won't have to worry about your luthuth dieing when you get into the game then.
TP: <~} ;A; {~>
IM: thtop with the thtupid faceth, everyone'th luthuth dieth at thome point.
TP: <~} Büt she {~>
TP: <~} I don't even know what happened to her! {~>
TP: <~} I never got to say güdbye or anything! {~>
TP: <~} I jüst got a hünk of her head!!! {~>
IM: ...
TP: <~} It was jüst on the beach jüst there like {~>
TP: <~} ;AAA; {~>
IM: ...
IM: and that'th in the patht, and if you've forgotten you're thuppothed to be ethcaping meteorth.
IM: thave the theatricth for when you're in a game.
TP: <~} Right now I'm safe thoügh! {~>
IM: thtill, thith ith not the right time.
TP: <~} ...~ {~>
TP: [not tilde damn it]
TP: <~} ! {~>
IM: what ith it now?
TP: <~} I need to make something for her sün, I think it's close to the anniversary of her...finding. {~>
TP: <~} When I get in the game...I think this sweep I'll make a holographic photo frame. {~>
TP: <~} ...Yes...And I coüld even carve a message for her in the frame. ;ü; {~>
TP: <~} "In loving memory of Sealmom Sangüine." {~>
TP: <~} I hope she likes it... {~>
TP: <~} Do yoü think she'd like it, Nibzan? {~>
-- ironicMainstream [IM] is now an idle chum! --
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] is now an idle chum! --
IM: i- what.
IM: /Sanguine/?
TP: <~} Well, Sealmom probably didn't have a last name, So I jüst kinda gave her mine on the spot. {~>
IM: your latht name ith Sanguine?
IM: what the fuck.
TP: <~} Yeah, I know, it's kinda weird... {~>
IM: what the /fuck/.
IM: thomeone here hath thome fucking explaining to do.
TP: <~} ...I'm sorry Nibzan, büt...what? {~>
TP: <~} Is my name that bad? :c {~>
IM: no it'th jutht >8(
IM: augh.
IM: it'th all jutht thome giant fucking cothmic joke, i thwear.
TP: <~} What is? {~>
IM: everything.
IM: fuck.
IM: i knew thomeone whothe latht name wath >8(
TP: <~} ...I... {~>
IM: ((ignore that post))
TP: [[gotcha]]
TP: <~} ...I'm sorry...maybe it'll get better? {~>
IM: i doubt that.
IM: thith wath exactly the wrong time for thome thtupid fucking coincidence like thith to rear it'th head.
TP: <~} Woüld yoü...like to talk aboüt it, Nibzan? ._. {~>
IM: ... not particularly.
IM: it'th jutht fucked up, ith all.
TP: <~} I'm sorry for making yoü ünhappy, then... {~>
IM: ugh.
IM: thurprithingly, it'th actually not your fault.
IM: probably.
IM: ...
IM: the perthon who died in thith thethion.
IM: her latht name wath Sanguine.
TP: <~} ...Oh... {~>
TP: <~} ...I'm still sorry that yoü aren't happy, thoügh. {~>
TP: <~} Were yoü close to her? ;-; {~>
IM: ... not really.
IM: we didn't get on.
TP: <~} Oh... {~>
IM: tho yeah, ath i thaid.
IM: probably not your fault.
TP: <~} ...I hope it's not...I don't know any other Sangüines besides my ancestor and me. {~>
IM: well whatever it ith it doethn't matter.
IM: thhe'th dead now.
TP: <~} That's still really sad... {~>
IM: i gueth.
TP: <~} Are yoü going to be okay? {~>
IM: of courthe.
IM: it'th jutht a name.
TP: <~} ;ü; That's güd, then. {~>
TP: <~} Still... {~>
IM: what?
TP: <~} Even if yoü're...mean to me, I think...I want yoü to be happy. {~>
TP: <~} I don't like it when anyone's ünhappy. {~>
IM: ...
IM: no offenthe, but i don't thee what you can do from the otherthide of a thcreen.
TP: <~} ...I can offer my pity...? {~>
TP: <~} P-platonic pity of coürse! {~>
TP: <~} Or something... {~>
TP: <~} Empathy? Sympathy? :c {~>
IM: ...
TP: <~} Jüst...I'm not güd at helping, büt I'm trying... Please be happy, Nibzan? {~>
IM: i am happy. it'th fine.
TP: <~} ;w; {~>
IM: ... are all of your faceth crying?
IM: theriouthly?
TP: <~} ...No. {~>
IM: ... are you thure?
TP: <~} Yes...I jüst tend to üse crying emotes more than not when I am. {~>
IM: ...
IM: that'th pathetic.
IM: that thhould count under 'one of thothe thingth you don't want people to know'.
TP: <~} Büt yoü seemed so ünhappy! And then hearing aboüt someone dying jüst... {~>
IM: ... fine. jutht keep it to yourthelf next time.
TP: <~} Okay... c: {~>
IM: ... you thhould go try and find a game to get into.
IM: i have thingth to think about.
TP: <~} Alright, I'll try. {~>
IM: i gueth i'll check in to thee if you've had any luck later.
TP: <~} Okay. >ü< {~>
-- ironicMainstream [IM] gave up trolling taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 16:58 --
They talk some more, and half way through are interupted by... something.
-- ironicMainstream [IM] began trolling taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 19:38 --
IM: had any luck yet?
TP: <~} Nope... {~>
TP: <~} Were yoü able to think aboüt yoür things? {~>
IM: ... i gueth.
TP: <~} That's güd!{~>
IM: you theem in a better mood than before.
TP: <~} Yeah. {~>
TP: <~} Jüst trying to keep pleasant for a little bit, been crying and üpset a lot the past day... {~>
IM: that might help you find a game to join if you're not crying all over the place.
TP: <~} Yeah... {~>
TP: <~} Well, maybe since it's ge {~>
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] gave up trolling ironicMainstream [IM] at 20:12 --
-- ironicMainstream [IM] began trolling taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 20:14 --
IM: what wath that about?
-- taciturnPadlocke [TP] doesn't respond for a few minutes... --
TP: <~} The water isn't perfectly safe... {~>
IM: you knew that already.
IM: it'th thtill thafer than meteorth.
TP: <~} A meteor nearly knocked me oüt. I'm mch fürther from the sürface now thoügh. {~>
TP: <~} Meteor...meteorite? {~>
TP: <~} My head hürts now thoügh...can only see this screen, it's dark down here. {~>
IM: at leatht you can go underwater to ethcape the meteorth.
IM: and i don't think it matterth what you call them, it'd thtill kill you if one hit you.
TP: <~} Yeah... {~>
TP: <~} I'm still swimming, tü. Fürther from my hive the ocean gets plenty deeper. {~>
IM: ... ath long ath you can thee where you're going.
TP: <~} ... {~>
TP: <~} I stopped being able to see qüite a ways back. {~>
IM: well, ath long ath you don't get attacked by thomething you don't thee coming then.
TP: <~} Ahh...nothing will get me down here becaüse they can't see me either becaüse that's a nice thing to think aboüt güdness güdness gracioüs... {~>
IM: and what about your trollian?
TP: <~} ... {~>
TP: <~} They think it's a trap becaüse the only visible things down here üse lights to lüre ünwanted things and are eaten... {~>
TP: <~} I'm safe down here perfectly safe nothing down here meteors üp there. {~>
IM: i'll take your word for it.
TP: <~} Thank yoü... c: {~>
TP: <~} ...I might as well get some rest now while I'm safe from meteors and the game. {~>
TP: <~} Is it alright if I message yoü when I wake üp? {~>
IM: thure.
IM: why not.
TP: <~} Okay. {~>
TP: <~} oüo {~>
TP: <~} Have a güd night, Nibzan... {~>
IM: ... you too.
-- ironicMainstream [IM] gave up trolling taciturnPadlocke [TP] at 20:59 --
Our Dearly Departed (Deceased Characters)
Agatha Heiter (Played by Stinatron)
>Be the anatomy bookworm.
You are now AGATHA HEITER, and even though you don't care much at all for the hemospectrum, you expect people to treat you with somewhat respect due to your LAVENDER blood color. You are about 7 AND A HALF sweeps old, placing you at roughly 16 in Earth years.
Your personality is somewhat dry, but you like to call it REFINED and EDUCATED. This is most likely because in your spare time, you do nothing but READ DETAILED BOOKS ON ANATOMY AND PHYSIOLOGY. Due to this, you have a profound interest in the study of MEDICINE. You simply can't get enough of the beautiful detailed illustrations of troll anatomy, it's so enthralling!
You don't care much at all for the hemospectrum, even though your blood color is that of SEA-DWELLERS. YOU PREFER TO STAY ON LAND regardless, however. Water seems to ruin your PRECIOUS BOOKS. You feel that, as a student of medicine, everyone has the same organs inside of them that makes them live. Why should blood color matter if the patient is ailing? You secretly have a SOFT SPOT for helping people, but you prefer not to advertise this as if you were some huge sappy billboard. You like to KEEP YOUR EMOTIONS TO YOURSELF.
Besides medicine, some of your other interests include READING CLASSIC LITERATURE, SOLVING PUZZLES, and even though it's on the creeperish side, you enjoy collecting DANGEROUS and PAINFUL-LOOKING MEDICAL EQUIPMENT.
Your LUSUS is a GIANT SERPENTBEAST that is very wise, but chooses not to tell you anything to make you find it out for yourself. You don't mind this, but you find it TROUBLESOME at times when you especially need guidance.
Your strife specibus is Syringekind, which allows you to throw needles and/or inject some sort of harmful substance into the enemy. Your fetch modus is DEUS EX MACHINA, only allowing you to take the item you need at the LAST POSSIBLE SECOND. Your trolltag is transcendentAsclepian and you tend to trail off in a thoughtful manner...
Age: 7 and a half solar sweeps
Gender: Female
Land name: Land of Waterfalls and Blood
Title: Dutchess of Mend
Specibi; Syringekind
Fetch Modus: DEUS EX MACHINA (The right item won't come until the last possible second)
Dream Self Location: Prospit
Drix Naign (Played by Paradoxette)
You're DRIX NAIGN, or squareRoute via trollian. You're a hacker. You're always serious and you push yourself to be at your best. You are very competent in technology and tactics, you make all your fetch and store modi yourself and you've expanded your strife portfolio to include almost everything. Currently you use the most efficient modi set, the DATABASE MODUS. It has search inquiries and everything. It's basically the most convinient thing ever, but of course nowadays you don't use it much.
You played SGRUB too, with 11 other trolls. Due to some shenanigans, you somehow ended up alone in your planet, it having strayed out of it's orbit and now floating near the furthest ring. Thinking that you're in a doomed timeline (most likely true), you decide to just have fun while you still can, because you're hell bent on having fun to prove to others that you can have fun too... ...doesn't matter now, the others aren't there anymore...
...They used to say that you're way too serious and you should have some fun. You tried to prove it against them by having fun all the time, but they still don't see it. What gives. (They'll never see it now.) Anyways you've found out a reliable way to access the past by using the furthest ring's unstable time continuity, and it is with this wonky addled-timeline connection that you will meddle with this session to prove that you're having fun. By that, you mean to have all the fun you can have while you still can.
Jezron Irixite (Played by NARFNra)
> Attempt to mine into forum.
Your name is JEZRON IRIXITE and you are 7 SOLAR SWEEPS OLD. You are SOMEWHAT STRANGE and often met with FUNNY LOOKS. You have a small amount of FACIAL HAIR, which you prefer to call your EPIC 'STACHE, BRO. You occasionally exhibit EXTREME TWITCHING. You have always been an AVID COLLECTOR of SHINY OBJECTS, a trait compounded by your LOVE OF MINING.
You have many HOBBIES including MINING, ROOM CONSTRUCTION, and WARFARE. You always thought that, were you the one CALLING THE SHOTS, there'd be an awful lot less LOSING around here. You also enjoy ENGINEERING PROBLEMS. You are often considered VERY CREEPY due to your habit of drinking MUSCLEBEAST BLOOD.
You are very rigidly set in the HEMOSPECTRUM, viewing yourself as a MIDDLE-CLASS SERVANT. If someone of a HIGHER TIER talks to you, you will reply as wished. You are always willing to give up your SHINY OBJECTS to a person with BLUE or higher BLOOD.
You are EXCESSIVELY VICIOUS when your home is invaded, even to those HIGHER THAN YOU on the HEMOSPECTRUM. You can also be EXTREMELY VICIOUS when someone gets on your nerves, though this occurs only occasionally. You have been known to HIDE BODIES in the WALLS of your MINING TUNNELS, or FEED THEM to your LUSI. You seem to LIKE THE LOOK OF ENTRAILS.
You and your ant-like LUSI have held MINING CONTESTS for a long time, and you have BECOME QUITE GOOD AT IT. ATTEMPTS TO EAT YOU by your LUSI have also increased your MINING SPEED. Your LUSI do not seem to have MUCH OF AN OPINION on your actions OUTSIDE OF THE HIVE.
You always keep at least TWO PICKAXES on you at all times, including the RIZERTOOTH, an ANCIENT PICKAXE you discovered while MINING. In ONE case where you lost both, you ripped out one of your HORNS and attempted MURDER with it. You got better.
Your SYMBOL is a EVER-WATCHING EYE, based on a CREATURE you saw once in a DREAM. You never quite got what it all MEANT, but your own MISMATCHED EYES have made you feel somewhat silly.
You utilize the ORE MODUS. To take something you are holding, you must viciously beat the card until the ITEM CORE of the CARD is revealed. More COMPLEX ITEMS have more layers, and the most complex contain FAKES that will force you to start all over again. You once used the MIRACLE MODUS but your LUSI put a stop to that after one of them was impaled by a PICKAXE.
Your trolltag is undergroundScythe and you talk in a vaguely vvestern european aczent with lotz of z'zez.
Trolltag: undergroundScythe
Text/blood Colour: #329632 (darkish-green)
Typing Quirk: replaces s with z, replaces w with vv. Ends comments with "zez", occasionally types z's on ends of words.
Strife Specibus: pickaxekind
Symbol: a blocky eye
Lusus: vicious mining insectoid
Age: 7 Solar Sweeps
Gender: Male
Land name: Land of Quakes and Jewels
Short land description: A twin biome planet consisting of giant fields of kaleidoscopic jewels interspersed with giant deserts, wracked by massive quakes which shift the biomes around.
Consorts: Jumping Spiders
Title: Finder of Secrets (Meant to explore and determine secrets and workings within the game)
Specibi: pickaxeKind, icepickKind
Fetch Modus: Ore Modus
Dream Self Location: Derrrrrrrse.
Description: See Profile
A Quick Note About Jezron's use of "Lusi": Jezron's technical lusus is sort of like an ant queen, it creates a whole colony of servants. As such, his actual lusus is the ant queen, but its children are his "lusi"
Pallida Sanguine (Played by BucketJockey)
==> Be a nameless creeper.
§
Your name is...well...undisclosed information. You just go by your slightly off-colored chumHandle instead.
You are 8.5 sweeps old, or 18 Earth years old, and during all those 8.5 sweeps you've HATED your [._.] BRACKET-SHAPED HORNS and EYEBROWS. However, any OTHER trolls' horns are your subject of constant STARING and ADMIRING with your FREAKISHLY DILATED EYES, to the point that you've developed a FETISHISTIC DESIRE to swing or hang by your AWFUL horns on their LORDLY ones. Your DISTURBINGLY FLUFFY HAIR can't even hide your horns. You want them to just suck your big bottom lip and take a fatal skydive from your GARGANTUAN, FUCK-ASS EARS. You'd rather be hornless than have computer symbols...but then you wouldn't be able to satiate your fetishistic desires. What a conflict.
Although one of the worst taboos of your species, you own, and refuse to hide, your BUCKETS. Sure, you think and know they're pretty gross, but, being the efficiency-based thinker you are, you take your BUCKETS and collect, from willing donors, some certain substances. You then use them in your SECRET PROJECT that NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT because, well it's a SECRET.
Apart from your SECRET BUCKETING, you do enjoy a few INTERESTS. Notice how it's a FEW. Other than the aforementioned horn molesting, you occasionally enjoy yourself a TROLLING SESSION on the computer program TROLLIAN. However, your reverse psychology trolling makes it hard for your victims to realize you're trolling them. You've also accomplished getting yourself caught running in a troll-hunt from ALTERNIAN MARINES of the SUBMARINE DIVISION. Aside from this FAILURE OF L33T S4UC3, you like attempting to design scientific advances to IMPROVE ALTERNIA. You've only actually BUILT TWO of them, though. What a waste of your FUCKING TIME.
You do not really care what someone's blood color is. However, you have a habit of referring to someone as your LORD if you want to kiss ass/troll, even to lowly RED BLOODS.
Your LUSUS was a JACKAL, which apparently was some creature from an ANCIENT ALIEN PLANET? Unfortunately, your lusus ate some other poor troll's lusus, grew ill, and died. Oh well, shit happens.
Your specibi is BucketKind. Simply enough, you can either smack people with a bucket, you can collect other people's substances in a bucket, or you can dump substances onto someone...with a bucket. Your fetch modus is discreetly explained below.
Your chumHandle is BucketJockey, and There isn't really anything odd about your speech, minus the occasional emote and request to touch others' horns. ;D
Age: 8.5 sweeps.
Gender: Female
Land name: Land of Knowledge and Mercury
Title: Stranger of Touch
Specibi: BucketKind
Fetch Modus: Drone's Pail [or just Bucket] Modus. In order to take something out, you must put something in. More suggestive items occasionally allow you to remove two items for use.
Stats
Valert Pengler (Played by Quiskiver)
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==>Be the Artistic...you mean the @rti$tic troll.
==>Enter name.
Loser McSuckface.
=>Game Over. Try Again?
===>Valert Pengler.
Your name is VALERT PENGLER, a young troll of 7 SOLAR SWEEPS, or, roughly 15 in human years. You are of the RED BLOOD lineage, the lowest of the low in the caste system, but this doesn't bother you in the slightest. Blood's blood, no matter what color.
Of your interests, being UNIQUE is nearly everything to you. If anything is too average or bland, it irritates you to no end, and if you have the chance to, you would make said bland thing unique in itself. Right above uniqueness, You have a near fanatical obsession with ART, which you have nearly dedicated your whole being into. You wish to revive the cultural wasteland that is abound and festering in Alternia by injecting art in all of it's forms back into normal troll life, but most other trolls either ignore the stasis or further it's desolation by playing shit like FLARPING.
Others state you always have A CURIOUS EXPRESSION about you, as you tend to stare at things too long when examining, trying to find the quirks that make others unique. Usually because of this, others mark you off as either mentally slow or unstable. You've confirmed that you are neither, of course. You also tend to be QUIET, usually lost in your thoughts of different medians and ways to produce a drawing. When others speak to you though, you like to be KIND, despite the violent tendencies most trolls have.
Your lusus is in the form of an OCTOPUS, which is rare for a lowblooded land dweller, but it was rightfully chosen for you. It always produces INKS OF VARIOUS COLORS for when the need of drawing arose, and you love it dearly as it floats within an aquarium tank.
Your title is STRANGER OF COLOR, your Trollian handle is wayvardArter, @nd you like to type @rti$tic@lly, u$ing big word$ $uch @s indubit@bly @nd 'fuckworthy.'
Your Strife Specibus is POKERKIND, specifically, a fireplace poker, which is really good jabbing. You have the SKETCH MODUS, and your world is the LAND OF PAPER AND INK.
Age: 7 Solar Sweeps, 14.
Gender: Male
Land name: Land of Paper and Ink
Short land description: Mostly rolling valleys and hills made of paper with streams of ink flowing through them.
Consorts: Chameleons
Title: Stranger of Color
Specibi: Pokerkind
Fetch Modus: Sketch
Dream Self Location: Prospit
Description: NA
Last edited by ChameleonSushi; 01-02-2012 at 09:34 PM.
Sototh: Ask
You wake up in the Furthest Ring. The Song fills your head, and you begin to lose yourself in it... No, you have important things to do.
--um,--hello?--
THE PROPHET HAS RETURNED...
¿ssǝuısnq ǝʌɐɥ noʎ op
--yyes,--great--ones--
tthheenn ssppeeaakk
--myy--friend--aragua--was--wondering--if--yyou--knew--anyything--about--her--ancestor--
does it know anything that would distinguish the one it seeks from its trillions of brethren?
itisdifficultforustodistinguishbetweenindividuals
--i--don't--know--his--name,--but--he--had--violet--blood--and--horns--that--looked--like--two--dorsal--fins--
˙looɟ ʇɐɥʇ 'sǝʎ ɥ∀
tthhee oonnee tthhaatt ccaalllleedd iittsseellff ddiiaanntthh
itthoughtitcoulddefeatus
--what?--
HE WAS A FOOL, AND SUFFERED FOR IT...
it fought against forces it could not hope to comprehend
˙ƃuılppǝɯ sıɥ ɹoɟ ɯıɥ pǝɥsıund soɐɥƆ ƃuılʍɐɹƆ ǝɥ┴
--what?--
HE WAS UNDONE BY HIS OWN COWARDICE...
wecarelittleforonemortallife
--what--exactlyy--did--he--do--that--was--so--foolish?--
iitt ttooookk aaddvvaannttaaggee ooff tthhee oonnee ccaalllleedd nniigghhttggaauunntt
˙sn ʇɥƃıɟ oʇ ʎɹʇ oʇ sɯɐǝɹp sıɥ pǝsn puɐ ɹǝuosıɹd ʇunɐƃʇɥƃıN plǝɥ ǝH
as if it could hope to destroy us
wehavenointerestinyourlittleempire
HE WAS AS MUCH A FOOL AS YOUR OWN ANCESTOR...
--...--
there is something else that concerns it
ssppeeaakk, pprroopphheett
--well,--it's--about--the--Song--
¿sǝ⅄
--i--told--another--troll--to--listen--to--it;--he--said--it--sounded--horrible--
itcouldnotcomprehenditsmagnificence
--...it--also--killed--his--dreamself--
its mind was too weak to withstand it
--but--whyy--didn't--it--kill--mine?--
OUR GIFT ALLOWS YOU TO HEAR THE SONG AS WE DO...
iitt ooffffeerrss yyoouu ssoommee pprrootteeccttiioonn
˙ɥƃnoɥʇ 'ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ uıɐɹq-ʇɐǝɯ ɹnoʎ plǝıɥs ʇouuɐɔ ʇI
yourmindandbodywillslowlydegrade
--that's--a--comforting--thought--
it has enough time to fulfill its purpose
--...--
And spade
[06:21] -- benthicDreamer [BD] began pestering wayvardArter [WA] at 18:21 --
[06:21] BD: --heyy--valert--
[06:21] WA: Hi $ototh^^
[06:22] WA: Wh@t'$ up, Ki$me$i$ buddy?
[06:22] BD: --not--a--whole--lot--
[06:23] WA: Me either. I'm b@ck in my world, ju$t rel@xing @t my hive.
[06:24] BD: --malhaut--said--he--was--switching--up--the--groups--
[06:25] BD: --apparentlyy--yyou're--with--nibzan--
[06:25] WA: @lright, I c@n de@l with th@t.
[06:25] WA: I'll cont@ct him when I c@n.
[06:26] BD: --okayy--
[06:26] BD: --i--told--him--to--tryy--not--to--be--too--much--of--a--dick--to--yyou--
[06:27] WA: It'$ ok@y.
[06:27] WA: I'm u$ed to it.
[06:28] BD: --i--just--don't--want--anyyone--to--get--hurt--
[06:29] WA: Oh...you....think I'll hurt him?
[06:30] BD: --...--
[06:30] BD: --it--might--happen--
[06:30] WA: Oh....ye@h.
[06:30] WA: I promi$e not to.
[06:31] WA: But if it doe$....if I do....go...y'know.
[06:31] WA: Ple@$e, PLE@$E
[06:31] WA: $HOOT ME THI$ TIME
[06:31] BD: --...--
[06:31] BD: --all--right--
[06:31] WA: Th@nk you, $ototh.
[06:31] WA: I....ju$t don't w@nn@ hurt @nybody @nymore.
[06:31] WA: I w@nt to be @$ nice @$ i c@n be....
[06:32] BD: --i--know--
[06:33] WA: Th@nk$...
[06:33] WA: @nyw@y$, I'll be good.
[06:34] WA: Promi$e^^
[06:35] BD: --:)--
[06:35] BD: --speaking--of--which--
[06:35] BD: --anyy--dreams--latelyy?--
[06:36] WA: @ctu@lly, ye@h.
[06:36] WA: One.
[06:36] WA: I @ctu@lly $poke to my @nce$tor. $ort@.
[06:37] BD: --what--did--he--sayy?--
[06:38] WA: He $poke in th@t weird horrorterror l@ngu@ge, with @ few norm@l word$ $c@ttered here @nd there.
[06:38] WA: He looked....$c@red.
[06:38] BD: --?--
[06:39] WA: I think thi$ w@$ before he went full-on p$ycho$hit.
[06:41] WA: @nyw@y$,
[06:41] WA: Thh@t'$ pretty much it. My dre@m$ were mo$tly bl@nk @fter th@t.
[06:43] BD: --hmm--
[06:43] BD: --what--normal--words--did--he--sayy?--
[06:44] WA: V@lert, $@fe, de$troy, picture, @nd friend$.
[06:45] WA: Be$ide$ th@t, gibberi$h.
[06:45] BD: --hm--
[06:46] BD: --mayybe--he--was--talking--about--the--picture--that--drove--him--insane?--
[06:46] WA: Could be...
[06:49] WA: I hope $o. But, wh@t do I do with the dr@wing? It c@n't exi$t now, th@t w@$ $weep$ @nd $weep$ @go.
[06:50] BD: --i--don't--know--either--
[06:51] WA: Huh....
[06:51] WA: Well, I gue$$ th@t'$ @ll we c@n get until I h@ve @nother dre@m.
[06:52] BD: --i--guess--
[06:53] WA: Ok@y then.
[06:53] WA: Bye, $ototh^^
[06:53] BD: --byye--
[06:53] -- wayvardArter [WA] ceased pestering benthicDreamer [BD] at 18:53 --
Last edited by BewareOfNerd; 07-31-2011 at 06:47 PM.
An alternate universe -- one where Agatha died, and everything was thrown into turmoil -- is at its end, and flings a light into the darkness to at least try to help those who'll persevere.
Gallia, stop spading yourself.
[09:14] CER RIGHT NOW opened memo on board CALL FOR RECOGNITION.
[09:16] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] leans against Malhaut, puzzled and worried. Stupid weird white text guys... she'd almost gotten Malhaut to stop -worrying- for a moment... --
[09:20] CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
[09:20] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] is getting that nasty pit in his stomach feeling again. All this... this night and day have just been much too unnerving and stressful so far. He appreciates Gallia's physical contact with him; At least he doesn't have to go things alone. --
[09:23] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] is disturbed by something popping up on her shawl, a message which makes her visibly agitated. She lifts a hand up to gesture out a curt reply. --
[09:25] CER: * ?ER ??:?? FROM ???? opened memo on board SGRUB INFOURMATIOUN.
[09:25] CER: * CURRENT equineReacTion [CER] RIGHT NOW responded To memo.
[09:25] CER: * CER: explanaTioun. nouw.
[09:25] CER: * ?ER: I have infourmaTioun abouT The end.
[09:25] CER: * ?ER: They call iT The reckouning.
[09:25] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] pauses, for a moment, before replying: --
[09:25] CER: * CER: speak.
[09:26] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] hears that Gallia's getting a message and...um...that's her text color, isn't it? He almost wishes he wasn't looking over her shoulder while this was happening, but... --
[09:27] CER: * ?ER: you knouw ThaT The dersiTes are desTined Tou win The war oun Skaia. iT is impoussible four ProuspiT Tou win. The war could rage four days our sweeps, buT The ouTcoume is cerTain.
[09:27] CER: * CER: houw loung did iT Take in your Timeline.
[09:27] CER: * ?ER: ... a loung Time.
[09:27] CER: * ?ER: ThaT douesn'T maTTer, and you knouw iT. The impourTanT Thing, The oune you have Tou waTch four, is when The war ends.
[09:28] CER: * ?ER: because when iT doues, The Reckouning will begin.
[09:30] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] snorts, keeping her replies curt. Her waves of hate for these shenanigans are almost palpable. --
[09:32] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] nearly gives his matesprit a disapproving look at not giving herself the proper respect, but something about that makes his brain hurt, and he breathes out quietly instead. Plus, this sounds like important information anyways... He strokes her shoulder instead. --
[09:34] CER: * ?ER: The Black King will Take The WhiTe King's scepTre and summoun meTeours Tou boumbard Skaia. Skaia will oupen pourTals Tou AlTernia's pasT Tou Try and defend iTself... which is houw our wourld was killed. we'll be senT back oun Thouse meTeours, as grubs, prouducTs ouf ecToubioulougy... sir MalhauT made Them in our Timeline, since miss AgaTha died.
[09:35] CER: * ?ER: iT would have been her, buT...
[09:35] CER: * CER: sTick Tou The pouinT. ThaT douesn'T maTTer.
[09:35] CER: * ?ER: ... loouk, shuT The fuck up, you're nouT gouing Tou hang up if you haven'T already. you're me, I knouw whaT infourmaTioun you need, I'll geT iT Tou you.
[09:36] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] growls under her breath, but, just as Gallia said, she doesn't hang up on her. --
[09:37] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] just keeps up the shoulder stroking. He almost says something, but doesn't. --
[09:37] CER: * CER: I'm nouT inTeresTed in soume dooumed Timeline's life sToury.
[09:37] CER: * ?ER: Tough. you're inTeresTed in whaT I have Tou say.
[09:37] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] breathes in, breathes out, and doesn't say anything in reply. It seems like her counterpart notices. --
[09:38] CER: * ?ER: nou moure coummenTs? gooud. leT me geT oun wiTh iT, I ounly have Ten moure hours.
[09:38] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] is certainly interested. Throughout his shoulder-stroking, he watches the screen intently. --
[09:44] CER: * ?ER: evenTually, Thouse meTeours will ouverpouwer Skaia, and desTrouy iT. ounce The Reckouning begins, you have TwenTy-four hours Tou defeaT The Black King... our all is lousT.
[09:44] CER: * ?ER: I gouddamn houpe I'm nouT The alpha Timeline, buT I'm gouing Tou give him a piece ouf my mind anyway... buT I wanTed you Tou knouw firsT.
[09:46] CER: * ?ER: maybe oune ouf you asshoules douesn'T coume froum such a fucked-up Timeline. yeah I knouw These shenanigans are sTupid, buT... loouk, Things are differenT when you're ouT in The could.
[09:46] CER: * ?ER: I wanna make sure oune ouf you idiouTs geTs Through This Thing. damn well knouw my men fell Toou easy. remember They're fragile, Gallia.
[09:47] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] narrows her eyes, her upper lip curling a little to show a flash of teeth. --
[09:48] CER: * CER: you gouT anyThing else useful Tou Tell me.
[09:49] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] finears have fallen and lost their usual perk during the span of this conversation. He keeps his attention fixed on it to try and pull any information from it that may not be said specifically. "My men"? Maybe that Gallia had more power over the group in that timeline? --
[09:52] CER: * ?ER: I see I'm sTill as charming as ever. siT douwn and shuT up, Wuquus.
[09:52] CER: * ?ER: if you're as pampered as you sound in ThaT Timeline, I suppouse you haven'T nouTiced your pouwers yeT.
[09:52] CER: * CER: ouf course I knouw - Knave ouf HearT, draining emouTiouns four my ouwn use. fucking useless four crew mainTenance.
[09:54] CER: * ?ER: "crew"? you buy Tou much inTou sir MalhauT's Terms.
[09:56] CER: * ?ER: leT me puT This in wourds I'll undersTand. you feed ouff ouf emouTiouns. They make you sTrounger. They heal your wounds. hell, iT's The ounly reasoun why I'm sTill alive. everyoune else's injuries builT up ouver Time, mine didn'T.
[09:57] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] curiosity won't stop growing. He finds himself gaining a disturbing sort of fascination from this. --
[09:58] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] snorts, and types: --
[09:58] CER: * CER: ... oukay, fine, I give up. you oubviously woun'T gou away our give me This infourmaTioun wiThouT useless Trappings unTil you Tell me whaT happened.
[10:00] CER: * ?ER: you knouw ThaT miss AgaTha was dying, doun'T you?
[10:00] CER: * ?ER: yeah, ouf course you dou.
[10:01] CER: * ?ER: I doun'T knouw whaT you did Tou fix iT... our even if iT's happened yeT in your Timeline. ouh fuck, spouliers! doun'T care.
[10:02] CER: * CER: preTTy callous aTTiTude four soumeoune whou's already dooumed.
[10:02] CER: * ?ER: you doun'T geT Tou give me lip, Gallia, you knouw you doun'T care eiTher.
[10:04] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] is just being a parrot on Gallia's shoulder. Don't mind him. <3 --
[10:12] CER: * ?ER: The loung and shourT ouf iT is ThaT AgaTha died, and everyThing sTarTed gouing Tou hell.
[10:12] CER: * ?ER: ribs were a big oune. crushed our brouken ribs doun'T have any easy fix, all you can dou is houpe They have enough griT Tou keep mouving Through iT. mousT ouf Them didn'T.
[10:12] CER: * ?ER: I figured ouT my advanTage preTTy quick. ended up having Tou shepherd The ouThers, because sir MalhauT didn'T wanT Tou leave anyoune behind.
[10:12] CER: * ?ER: as four him, he dragged himself Tou The ecToubioulougy lab, said soumeThing abouT having Tou make The grubs sou we'd be here in The firsT place. he never came back, and I didn'T have The manpouwer Tou send anyoune ouT four him...
[10:13] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] shakes her head with a heavy 'whuff', and types: --
[10:13] CER: * CER: you're saying you led The group, Then.
[10:13] CER: * ?ER: everyoune else kepT geTTing brouken! in The end, I had nou chouice. iT's perverTed four soumeoune like me Tou be boussing Them around, buT iT was ThaT our geT killed by sir SouTouTh's hourrific 'friends'... our Nibzan's gooud ideas abouT whou Tou cull.
[10:14] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] engages in a simple exchange which really only makes sense to herself, --
[10:14] CER: * CER: The harlouT?
[10:14] CER: * ?ER: yeah.
[10:15] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] is finding this rather sad. Oh well, his eyes are still glued to the screen. --
[10:18] CER: * ?ER: Miner lasTed a while... ha, he was oune ouf The lasT... buT in The end, his Tendency Tou sTrike ouT oun his ouwn did him in.
[10:18] CER: * ?ER: The ouThers... mousT ouf Them were Toou delicaTe.
[10:18] CER: * ?ER: all ouf Them, in The end. I Tried Tou keep Them TougeTher, you knouw I did.
[10:22] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] looks something between sad and irritated. She doesn't type anything for a long moment. --
[10:23] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] decides this is too much of a chance at useful information to pass up. He takes out his own whip handle and uses the interface to enter the memo, as he remembered its name. --
[10:24] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] just hovers in the memo for the time being until he finds it appropriate to jump in... --
[10:25] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] snorts as she reads: --
[10:25] [color=#6c2e13]CER: ^ ?ER: nouT asking you Tou be sympaTheTic, I knouw you're nouT. we never sToupped being sTroung, afTer all. nouThing Tou be sympaTheTic abouT.
[10:26] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] vascular strings are pulled at by the last few messages. :C --
[10:27] CER: * ?ER: buT if you doun'T waTch ouT four Them you're a damn fooul. your pouwer's nouT useless, iT's The sTroungesT Thing in your arsenal.
[10:29] CER: * ?ER: and by The way, you're an idiouT.
[10:29] CER: * ?ER: you're nouT suppoused Tou drain your ally's emouTiouns... nouT unless They're panicking and iT's The ounly way you can geT Them Tou mouve.
[10:29] CER: * ?ER: iT's an ouffensive pouwer, you drain your prey's will Tou fighT.
[10:29] CER: * ?ER: mouroun.
[10:30] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] brow knits. Um... Wow Gallia stop being an ass to yourself. Maybe he'll say something...at some point...eventually... --
[10:30] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] twitches a little when she reads these messages. YOU WIN THIS ROUND, FLIGHTY BROAD. --
[10:31] CER: * CER: iT's nouT like These Things coume wiTh a damn insTrucTioun manual!
[10:31] CER: * CER: are you quiTe doune wiTh your sTupid life sToury. dou you have anyThing else ouf use Tou add, our are you jusT spiTefully wasTing my Time nouw.
[10:33] CNN: * CNN: Look, I knoov joou tvoo doo noot get aloong viz...joourselves...but please, let us noot keep spiting each oozer and get ze infoormatioon oout zat oought too be said.
[10:33] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes out quietly. Oi vay... --
[10:35] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] frowns, glancing up to Malhaut. Her expression clearly states what alternate Gallia says: --
[10:35] CER: * ?ER: whou's This douchebag? ouh, sir MalhauT.
[10:35] CNN: * CNN: Jes...ze oone froom ze Alpha timeline, aloong viz ze Gallia joou are speaking too.
[10:35] CER: * ?ER: why oun AlTernia are you here. This is a privaTe counversaTioun.
[10:36] CNN: * CNN: I can plainly see ze ooriginal screen zat is receiving zese messages.
[10:37] CNN: * CNN: Alsoo, zis coould pootentially assist us quite a bit in my crev's survival...soo I find it my right too see vhat is gooing oon here.
[10:44] CER: * ?ER: loouk, you jusT march your liTTle flaTface ouT ouf here. iT's enough ouf a headache Tou Talk Tou myself, leT aloune soumeoune whou can'T even make iT five miles wiThouT geTTing pale and coullapsing because he ThoughT iT was cuTe nouT Tou say anyThing abouT abouT his injuries.
[10:45] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] isn't sure if he should be offended...or disturbed by this...or just plain ticked off. --
[10:45] CNN: * CNN: Hmph... I cannoot judge zat statement, as I doo noot knoov ze cirumstances in vhich zat happened, but regardless oof vhat joou tell me, I vill noot leave zis memoo.
[10:45] CER: * ?ER: damniT, Gallia, knouck him ouT our soumeThing, iT's your faulT four leTTing him houver ouver your shoulder.
[10:45] CER: * CER: whaT? nou, fuck you.
[10:47] CER: * CER: you mighT have led Them by The nouse in your Timeline, buT nouT in This oune. and you doun'T geT Tou be soume sourT ouf asshoule spade jusT because you've been aloune four houwever loung.
[10:47] CNN: * CNN: Enoough oof zis. I am soorry, but oozer Gallia, joour egoo is terrible. Voould joou like too help us foor moore zan a fev mooments vizoout starting soomezing oor- voov, Gallia. My pooint exactly.
[10:49] CER: * ?ER: nou, my egou is perfecTly nourmal, and if I were Talking Tou myself, I'd geT ThaT, which is precisely why I didn'T message anyoune else.
[10:49] CER: * ?ER: having Tou deal wiTh my ouwn feelings abouT weird Time shiT and weird dimension shiT is easier Than having Tou coummunicaTe everyThing else.
[10:50] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] is getting a bit irate; It's easy to see by the narrowing of his eyes and how his finears are more or less slicked back instead of drooping. --
[10:52] CNN: * CNN: Regardless, please... judging by vhat joou have already said, joou may noot have a loong span oof time left alive. If joou vant too make use oof vhat joou have left in joou, doo vhat joou can too say it straight.
[10:53] CNN: * CNN: Ansver zis questioon foor me. Vhat, in joour oopinioon, shoould ve /noot/ doo in oour timeline?
[10:53] CER: * ?ER: These are my lasT hours. you're gouing Tou siT douwn and shuT up befoure I gou oun my happy liTTle suicide missioun.
[10:56] CER: * ?ER: nouw I'm gouing Tou assume ThaT if you were clouse enough Tou read my screen wiThouT any vioulence being visiTed Tou your persoun, I'm acTing as your suppourT insTead ouf houw iT wenT here.
[10:56] CNN: * CNN: I zink it voould be moore reasoonable too say zat it is a partnership in zat matter. I dearly hoope it is noot a oone-sided unioon.
[10:57] CER: * ?ER: gouing Tou preTend I didn'T read Thouse implicaTiouns.
[10:58] CER: * CER: oukay.
[10:58] CER: * ?ER: sou Gallia, doun'T leT him be soume sourT ouf idiouT whou'll march oun four hours wiTh injuries he has. The idiouT likes Tou preTend he's invincible. yes, idiouT, I am Talking Tou you.
[11:03] CER: * ?ER: oun four differenT ouccasiouns you made Things moure difficulT four everyoune because you couldn'T bring yourself Tou say anyThing.
[11:03] CNN: * CNN: Oozer Gallia, I zink joou shoould knoov zat insults doo noot make joou soound any moore justified too be in coommand oof ze situatioon at hand. But, besides zat, I vill keep zis in mind.
[11:03] CER: * ?ER: I doun'T need jusTificaTioun when my ounly qualificaTioun is surviving. I doun'T care if you wanT Tou preTend your face is soume sourT ouf pourcelein mask, buT if your doucTour's sTill alive, you Talk Tou her. I doun'T care wheTher you Think you can handle iT, Thinking you can handle iT gouT you killed where I coume froum.
[11:03] CER: * CER: ThaT's enough, lay The fuck ouff.
[11:03] CER: * ?ER: shuT up, Gallia.
[11:03] CNN: * CNN: ...Ooi vay... I voould svear zat... Atch, nevermind.
[11:04] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] nearly starts rubbing his temples, but decides against it. He looks no less irritated by what's unfolding though...and it also looks to be giving him a migrane. Mrph... --
[11:05] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] looks quite hateful, really. She hates herself SO MUCH. --
[11:08] CER: * ?ER: The kids are weak. ValerT, Signa, Juniprei - Take care ouf Them our They'll die easy.
[11:09] CER: * ?ER: Miner and Swinde are bouTh louners. waTch ouT four Them our you'll louse Them befoure you knouw iT.
[11:09] CER: * ?ER: Nibzan, Toou... and you, pourcelein.
[11:09] CER: * ?ER: I never gouT Tou Tell you houw much I haTed ThaT pourcelein doull acT you puT up... sou leT's Take advanTage ouf This siTuaTioun and Tell anouTher you. ha!
[11:09] CER: * CER: shuT up, sTay oun The Toupic.
[11:13] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes out quietly, and...stops letting himself get so ticked off. Nah, he's not Demifinning, just managing his angries...which he's doing very well. His expression goes a bit more neutral, just mildly displeased. Ah, that's better. --
[11:17] CNN: * CNN: I voould suggest ze same, please. I am noot ze same, soo telling me zat vill noot serve ze same purpoose. Perhaps a noon-Alpha oone voould serve too be better prey foor joou anyvays.
[11:18] CER: * ?ER: hmh... yeah, I knouw.
[11:18] CER: * ?ER: iT's your ouwn faulT four barging in oun This... buT iT's nouT like I've Talked Tou anyoune four a loung Time. you all up and died, see.
[11:18] CER: * CER: ThaT's nouT impourTanT.
[11:18] CER: * ?ER: which is WHY I was seguing inTou soumeThing which was.
[11:19] CER: * ?ER: doun'T TouleraTe louners. They'll kill your chances.
[11:20] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] feels a pang of guilt here. At least he was planning on preventing that from now on anyways, in light of losing Jezron already, and perhaps almost losing Juniprei. --
[11:20] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't want to risk losing Swinde either. D: --
[11:21] CNN: * CNN: Understood.
[11:24] CER: * ?ER: doun'T sToup mouving. sTaying in oune place Tou lick your wounds is fine, I guess, buT ThaT's houw Signa wenT... wriggler gouT boured and decided Tou exploure while we were houled up. doun'T - ever - sToup mouving.
[11:24] CER: * ?ER: ThaT's why I messaged you, Gallia. you can'T gou houme again, sou geT mouving. Trying Tou gou back Tou The way Things were is as fuTile as Trying Tou sToup miss Arisme's whims.
[11:24] CER: * ?ER: and four fuck's sake prouTecT your fucking medic.
[11:24] CER: * ?ER: if you doun'T, you'll jusT end up like me.
[11:28] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] frowns slightly to himself, not able to hold back the shadow of a sympathetic look. Sadface is sad. --
[11:43] CER: * ?ER: They're fighTing a war up There oun Skaia, and They woun'T waiT four you. The Reckouning is couming.
[11:49] CER: * ?ER: keep everyoune TougeTher. if There's oune Thing I've learnT froum This endeavour, iT's ThaT you're The sTroungesT. you can Take moure punishmenT Than They can. use iT.
[12:22] CER: * CER: yeah, I undersTand.
[12:22] CER: * CER: anyThing else?
[12:22] CER: * ?ER: ... doun'T you gou ouff and Try Tou fighT everyThing aloune eiTher. you're me, I knouw you would.
[12:24] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] types something in quickly on his interface. --
[01:19] CNN: * CNN: Excuse me, I am soorry foor interruping, but I must ask; Is zere a timer oof soome soort, oor at least soome vay oof telling vhen ze Reckooning vill happen?
[01:32] CER: * ?ER: ... nou, nouT Tou my knouwledge. The war has waged four many mounThs, in This Timeline, buT... in anouTher oune, iT may ounly Take weeks. pay aTTenTioun Tou The dream planeTs, because Thouse are The houme frounTs; you can hear houw The baTTle is gouing by lisTening Tou The ounes lefT behind.
[01:33] CNN: * CNN: Alright. Noote taken. Perhaps I can goo back too oold times and doo soome surveillance oon Derse...
[01:33] CER: * ?ER: your spriTes are alsou gooud sources ouf infourmaTioun... if you can decoude Their crypTic ramblings.
[01:33] CNN: * CNN: Mh, alsoo understood.
[01:36] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't quite like being in the position that makes the impression he's taking orders from this Gallia...but he can't deny her information is valuable. At least it gets to him quicker this way. --
[01:37] CNN: * CNN: Anoozer questioon... vhat oof revival? Is zere a time limit too hoov loong oone can vait too kiss ze boody in oorder too utilize oone's dreamself?
[01:51] CER: * ?ER: There definiTely is. afTer we finally found ouT abouT Thouse Things, we wenT back Tou The lasT courpse... and nou dice.
[01:51] CNN: * CNN: I see... Doo joou have any idea hoov loong zat took? Hoov loong it vas since zeir deaz and joou getting too zem?
[01:52] CER: * ?ER: ... The mousT recenT courpse? only half a nighT.
[01:52] CNN: * CNN: Mh, zat is a fairly shoort amoount oof time, assuming zat is ze time limit itself...I voould noot be surprised if it vas shoorter.
[01:52] CNN: * CNN: Oour oone and oonly time a revival-by-kissing vas used... Gallia, hoov loong voould joou say it took joou too get too vhere Pallida vas? 5 minutes? Maybe moore oor less?...
[01:52] CER: * CER: moure like Ten, sir.
[01:55] CNN: * CNN: 10... Alright. Soo, half a night... 6 hoours oor soo... Soo ze time limit is oover 10 minutes, and under 6 hoours.
[01:57] CNN: * CNN: Vhat vas ze cause oof deaz in zis case?
[01:57] CER: * ?ER: cannoun gicloups's shouT - iT was quick and clean, There was nouThing we could dou.
[01:58] CER: * ?ER: waTch ouT four Thouse enemies, by The way. They are vicious.
[01:58] CNN: * CNN: Ze canoon enemies? Jes, nasty zings zey are. Vas ze oone vhoo died oof decent level?
[02:04] CNN: ?ER: SouTouTh was halfway up his echeladder... perhaps a liTTle less our moure.
[02:04] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilusooc [CNNOOC] FFFFFFFFFFFF --
[02:05] CER: * ?ER: * SouTouTh was halfway up his echeladder... perhaps a liTTle less our moure.
[02:06] CNN: * CNN: Vell, at least I can take coomfoort in ze fact zat moost oof us are at ze toop oor near it. Vill have too be very careful viz oour never members zoough.
[02:11] CER: * ?ER: ha... we didn'T have The Time Tou advance everyoune up. had enough oun my plaTe making sure nouboudy's injuries kepT Them froum Travelling.
[02:12] CNN: * CNN: ...Soo I can guess moost oof joou vere foorced too moove even viz joour afflictioons.
[02:12] CER: * ?ER: I jusT Tould you up There Tou keep mouving. houw in hell dou you Think I learnT ThaT lessoun?
[02:15] CNN: * CNN: * Mh... Jes, I understand zat... but zat itself alsoo ansvers soome oof my oovn persoonal questioons.
[02:17] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] appears thoughtful, and maybe a little sad somehow... Unless asked, he's probably not going to mention what he's thinking about. --
[02:20] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] shakes her head, and actually /does/ say: --
[02:20] CER: persounal quesTiouns?
[02:20] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] sounds terribly skeptical. Perhaps she's still annoyed by these shenanigans. --
[02:21] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] bites his inner cheek gently, but he responds calmly, although his first few words come out with a small sort of sigh at the same time. --
[02:23] CNN: Jes... I had been voondering vhat voould have caused my oozer self too push his boody zat hard... If zere vas noo chooice but too keep mooving, his behavioour makes sense too me... All oof it zat has been mentiooned, really.
[02:23] CNN: Vell... ze mooving coonstantly oon toop oof ze multitude oof deazs, really.
[02:32] CER: hmph... I suppouse. remind me Tou Thank AgaTha four her wourk.
[02:33] CER: * ?ER: well while we're illuminaTing all your curiousiTies, you gouT anyThing else Tou ask?
[02:33] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] growls, and gestures out a reply: --
[02:34] CER: * CER: you were douing sou well. waTch iT.
[02:51] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] nods to Gallia in response before getting back to the grind of typing. He of course Gives Gallia another shoulder stroke, just for niceness's sake <3 --
[02:53] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] seems to be mollified by Malhaut's gesture... at least a little. --
[03:03] CNN: * CNN: ...Vhat oof ze ectoobiooloogy? I knoov zat my oozer self vas ze oone vhoo coompleted zis sooloo...but vhat doo joou knoov aboout it?
[03:04] CNN: * CNN: ...Alloov me too zink... [Before last post]
[03:04] CER: * ?ER: like The Bad Woulf, we creaTe ourselves. I Tould myself ThaT The meTeours launched aT Skaia are senT Tou AlTernia's pasT, and ThaT The grubs are senT back in Time oun Thouse meTeours; They've gouT Tou be made in The ecToubioulougy lab befoure The Reckouning coumes, our we will never have exisTed.
[03:14] CNN: * CNN: Vhere are zese grubs made? Is ze loocatioon coonstant amoong all sessioons?
[03:15] CER: * ?ER: I doun'T knouw... in my sessioun, iT was parT ouf Swinde's wourld.
[03:15] CNN: * CNN: Alright. Maybe zere is soomezing ve shoould keep oour ejes oout foor too help us find it?...
[03:18] CER: * ?ER: based ouff ouf his final coummunicaTioun, you're loouking four a TelepourTer which will Take you Tou The lab.
[03:19] CNN: * CNN: A telepoorter? Oooonce again, noote taken.
[05:22] CNN: * CNN: ...Noot regarding ze game...vhat oof joour oovn curse, Gallia?
[05:22] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] had hesitated a little before typing in this question. Dun dun DUUUNN!! --
[05:27] CER: * ?ER: I killed my dreamself.
[05:28] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] restrains a massive frownie-face... This is rather morbid to him. --
[05:28] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] just growls, low in her chest and rhythymic. --
[05:28] CNN: * CNN: ...Had it caused any damage befoore joou had doone soo?
[05:29] CER: * ?ER: iT was gunning righT four you, acTually. waTch yourself if iT ever geTs ouT, flaTface.
[05:33] CNN: * CNN: I doo noot plan oon letting zat happen...and I voould razer soolve ze prooblem zan take zat rooute.
[05:34] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] feels mildy ill at the idea of having to kill even Gallia's dreamself. He tries not to let this conversation get him feeling too negative...although that's quite hard to do. --
[05:34] -- CURRENT equineReaction, [CER,] herself, just sneers. --
[05:35] CER: * CER: loouks like you didn'T knouw everyThing abouT your pouwers, eiTher.
[05:35] CER: * CER: iT's counTained.
[05:49] CER: * ?ER: ... gooud four you.
[05:50] -- CURRENT equineReaction, [CER,] for some reason, doesn't seem disturbed by that message. --
[07:05] CNN: * CNN: Have joou ever had ancestoor coontact vizin joour sessioon? Vhat good did it doo joou if joou did?
[07:05] CER: * ?ER: ouh, sure, They counTacTed us. buT we had moure impourTanT Things Tou wourry abouT, mousT ouf The Time.
[07:05] CNN: * CNN: Joou must have been very ooccupied zen if joou coould noot even stoop too absoorb ze infoormatioon zat zey gave. Jes, ve really must zank Agatha later as joou suggested, Gallia.
[07:05] CER: * ?ER: you doun'T seem Tou undersTand jusT houw much injuries build up when There isn'T soumeoune Tou Take care ouf Them.
[07:05] CER: * ?ER: There was nou Time Tou dou anyThing buT nouT die.
[07:07] CER: * ?ER: ha... you Tried, sir MalhauT. buT in The end, geTTing your ribs messed up all The Time gouT Tou you, Toou.
[07:08] CNN: * CNN: ...Dare I ask vhat resulted froom zat?
[07:08] CER: * ?ER: you kepT gouing, I'll give you ThaT. buT bindings can ounly dou sou much. evenTually iT proubably jusT did you in.
[07:13] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] ponders this... Um... alright, try not to get too many broken ribs. Got it. --
[07:14] CER: * ?ER: you pushed yourself Toou hard. iT needed Tou happen, ouf course, buT you pushed yourself Toou hard.
[07:18] -- CURRENT equineReaction's [CER'S] expression is severe, lips lifted up in a bit of a snarl. It might not be a directed sort of dislike, though; she might just dislike the idea of Malhaut working himself literally to death. --
[07:19] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] knows he would do this if he had to. This is something that bothers him. :\ --
[07:23] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] also figures, knowing himself, that such inspecific information about his condition besides being brought down by broken ribs probably mean he was hiding something else. Hey, it's not like he doesn't do that himself sometimes! Gallia would slap him upon reading this. %D --
[07:26] CNN: * CNN: I see... At least I can be be zankful zat he did noot die useless, hoovever zings vent, but...oon viz questioons, if I can zink oof any moore.
[07:26] CNN: *CNN: Ah, denizens. CNN: Please tell me aboout joour experiences viz zem.
[07:27] CER: * ?ER: They're chaTTy basTards. you can kill your way Through Them, buT The game expecTs you Tou make a chouice.
[07:31] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] gets...ANOTHER MESSA-wait wtf oh damn it's that weird white text dude again. Malhaut's face automatically becomes a bit concerned as he types... --
[07:32] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] glances to Malhaut when she hears the new message bleep, frowning to see his concern. --
[07:32] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] breathes out, and gestures into her shawl: --
[07:32] CER: * CER: whaT sourT ouf chouice?
[07:34] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] has a mild look of "...what the shit..." on his face. Um... Eugh. --
[07:34] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] asks, quietly: --
[07:35] CER: is everyThing oukay?
[07:35] CNN: * CNN: Excuse me. Have joou ever heard oof a... d0cScratch?...
[07:35] CER: * ?ER: four me, iT was wheTher I'd be a midwife... whaTever ThaT is. I killed iT, oubviously.
[07:35] CER: * ?ER: and nou, I've never heard ouf Them.
[07:36] CNN: * CNN: ...Hoopefully it is a good zing zen.
[07:36] CNN: * CNN: As foor ze denizen infoormatioon, zat is very interesting.
[07:36] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] own response is steady and quiet, sounding unsure. --
[07:37] CNN: ...I am noot sure... I have just gootten anoozer message froom ze strange individual zat uses vhite text.
[07:37] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] offers his whip handle to her so she can look at it and highlight the text if she'd like. --
[07:39] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] frowns, and reaches up to lay a hand on Malhaut's arm, patting it gently in a silent show of support. --
[07:46] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] only messages this guy for a short while longer before getting back to the main memo. FFF... Gog...this is bothersome. His mind's had quite a bit of punishment lately. --
[07:50] CNN: * CNN: Alsoo, froom vhat has been said, joou knoov at least soome infoormatioon aboout abilities. Did joou ever see any oof joour felloov trooll's oovn poovers in actioon? Vhat vere zey?
[07:51] CER: * ?ER: Pallida had The nouisoume pouwer Tou make ouThers feel whaT she was feeling... hmph... and you knouw abouT your abiliTies, I houpe.
[07:54] CNN: * CNN: ...I guess zat voould explain hoov she stirred up soo much troouble... Alsoo, jes. I doo knoov oof my oovn. Amplified senses.
[07:56] CER: * ?ER: ThaT's righT.
[07:56] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] rubs his chin. Yes, that /would/ explain a lot. Maybe that's...naahh...or...maybe it is?... Maybe that's why he felt terrible for her when she was upset, and angry at her when she was enraged, and friendly towards her when she was...friendly? --
[07:58] CER: * ?ER: buT iT's Time four me Tou gou, kids. The meTeours are falling, and I have a daTe wiTh The King.
[07:58] CER: * ?ER: I knouw I'm sTill There, even if I've lefT The Talking Tou This pourcelein-faced highblooud. doun'T leT Them douwn, Gallia. you doun'T geT Tou slack ouff wiTh ThaT sourT ouf sTrengTh.
[07:59] CER: * CER: ouh, shuT up. I'm nouT a perverT, I'm nouT abouT Tou Trade haTeful coummenTs wiTh myself.
[07:59] CER: * ?ER: you Tell me houw ThaT wourks ouT four you. our doun'T.
[08:00] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] looks over at Gallia and raises an eyebrow, slightly. He was hoping that she was just taking it as normal hate, but...just the fact that she mentioned it means she probably didn't. --
[08:00] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] snorts and gives him a -look-. It's the 'if you say anything your face is going to be slapped so far off your head you're going to see your ass' look. --
[08:01] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] still has the look, although he does keep his trap shut. The incredulous seatroll goes back to typing. --
[08:02] CNN: * CNN: If it is time foor joou too depart, Googspeed too joou zen. At least if joou die, make sure too die in gloory. If joou have made it zis far, I dooubt joou voould noot.
[08:02] CER: * ?ER: flaTTery'll geT you nouwhere, sir MalhauT.
[08:02] CER: * ?ER: ... buT Thanks.
[08:03] CNN: * CNN: It is noot flattery, it is truz...and it is fine.
[08:04] CNN: * CNN: Noov, give ze king troouble he vill noot soon foorget. Heh, perhaps if joou are lucky ze scuffle vill be vritten aboout in Dersite textbooks.
[08:04] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] doesn't like this Gallia a lot, but she /is/ still a Gallia. Might as well send her off with something glorious to think about instead of SHIIIT --
[08:05] CER: * ?ER: you and I bouTh knouw iT's nouT gounna happen.
[08:05] CER: * ?ER: I wouldn'T be fucking wiTh This sTupid alTernaTe dimensioun shiT if I didn'T knouw whaT was gouing Tou gou douwn, bouy.
[08:06] CER: * ?ER: ... buT I appreciaTe The ThoughT.
[08:06] CNN: * CNN: It dooes noot mean joou have too get squashed like an insect. But...vhezer oor noot zat happens is up too joou.
[08:07] CER: * ?ER: beTTer Tou die in baTTle Than Tou geT game ouver.
[08:07] CER: * ?ER: oune lasT Thing... 7hr9NjR2.
[08:07] CER: * ?ER: I never gouT Tou fucking wiTh The alchemiTers much. mighT be ouf moure use Tou you.
[08:08] CER: * ?ER: loouk afTer Them, Gallia.
[08:08] CER: * ?ER ceased responding To memo.
[08:08] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] breathes out in an irritated whuff, leaning back against Malhaut. --
[08:08] CER: I'm such an asshoule.
[08:09] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] closes his own Trollian up (except for Juniprei's window, of course) and places an arm over Gallia's shoulder to stroke her other shoulder. --
[08:10] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes out. This has left him pretty worn-out. --
[08:11] CNN: Mh... "Asshoole" is subjective zoough, I suppoose... Seems ze Gallia ve just spooke too fits zat definitioon pretty vell zoough.
[08:11] CER: heh... nou, This wasn'T soume sourT ouf perverTed inverse self siTuaTioun.
[08:11] CER: ... hell, I can kinda sympaThise.
[08:12] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus's [CNN'S] left finear twitches as he goes deep into thought. His expression is tired, but still indicates he's thinking pretty hard about things. --
[08:13] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] leans against Malhaut, bringing a hand up to wrap around his waist in a shameless hug. Stupid unsettling timeline shenanigans. --
[08:14] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] relaxes as bit as she does this, and he leans against her a bit heavily. At least this allows him a small smile. --
[08:15] CNN: ...She vas proobably ze same as joou zen...just in a coompletely bootched-up situatioon... A shame, really.
[08:15] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] mutters, under her breath: --
[08:15] CER: Thank The doucTour, Thank The fucking doucTour.
[08:16] CNN: Jes... Zank ze dooctoor. Zank Agatha...
[08:17] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] breathes out again, melting a bit more against Gallia. He stares off into space absentmindedly as he speaks again, only this time sounding a bit more spacey. --
[08:18] CNN: ...Heh...at least it soounded like my oozer self took quite a bit oof punishment befoore he vent... and joou lasted vell too... Zat is good, zat is good...
[08:18] CER: ... doun'T you gou douing ThaT, oukay? doun'T Think I woun'T have soumeThing Tou say if you dou.
[08:19] CER: I knouw we're Tough, nou need Tou hammer The pouinT houme by dying. hn.
[08:19] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] trails off some when talking. It sounds like tonight and today's been taxing on him. He chuckles in his chest weakly, and nods. --
[08:19] CNN: Oof coourse... I voould noot vant too goo djing oon joou anyvays...
[08:21] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] gives him a bit of a squeeze, though not -too- strong, and nods against his shoulder. --
[08:21] CER: oukay... gooud.
[08:22] CER: ... gooud day, MalhauT...
[08:24] -- CURRENT nefariousNautilus [CNN] notices he's starting to nod-off, so he pockets his whip, a little clumsy while doing so. His body slowly goes slack, his own head drifting towards hers until it leans against it. --
[08:25] CNN: Mh... Good day, loove...
[08:26] -- CURRENT equineReaction [CER] can't help but smile as she relaxes. That's something all those other timelines don't have... Malhaut. --
[08:27] CNN ceased responding to memo.
NN: Get messaged by Mr. White text again. Get wigged-out a bit.
[05:29] -- d0cScratch [DS] began trolling nefariousNautilus [NN] at 05:29 --
[05:29] DS: Excuse me
[05:30] NN: Jes?...
[05:30] DS: Why are you a troll?
[05:30] NN: ...Zat is an oodd soort oof questioon... Because zat is vhat I vas boorn as.
[05:31] DS: Is it odd? It is not too odd given yourself.
[05:31] DS: You must know your own origins when you want to know yourself.
[05:31] DS: You will learn this soon.
[05:32] DS: I had to tell you this. I may be seeing you again.
[05:33] -- d0cScratch [DS] gave up trolling nefariousNautilus [NN] at 05:33 --
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Team ASS goes on a particularly disgusting mission. Later some stories are swapped.
CDA RIGHT NOW opened memo on board BONES AND FATHOMS.
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] leaves Sototh and Signa to their coffee-making and sits on the edge of her hive, dangling her feet in the water. The towering structure sways far above her, reaching toward the portal. They've nearly made it, though Aragua isn't sure what significance it has except to draw out more enemies. --
CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] the baby cuttlefish Sototh befriended not long ago pops its tentacles out of the water and grabs her ankle. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] startles and almost kicks it, but stops when she sees who it is. She lifts her leg out of the water, letting it dangle. --
CCC: Whup! Don't! I came a long way and I don't wanna die!
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] gently pries the little thing off and holds it in her hands. --
CDA: vvhat is it? The su^'s still here. Do you ^eed more coral? Are there mo^sters attacki^g you?
CCC: No, whup! We... we wanted to ask, we really did, but everyone is too afraid! So I went by myself, whup!
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] glances over her shoulder to see if Signa and Sototh have heard any of this. --
CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] is busy discussing the finer points of coffee --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is listening intently. Fascinating stuff, this coffee! --
CCC: You see... the Turgid does not harm us if we feed it! But the bone fish hate it, whup! They attack it all the time! And it gets things stuck, and then it makes us pull them out, whup! It's been so angry though that nobody wants to go!
CCC: So we need you to go instead of us.
CDA: Go a^d... remove thi^gs from its body? Is that what it wa^ts? Really?
CCC: Yes! And then it will sleep more, until it is hungry, or until you have to fight it, whup.
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] looks at the tiny cuttlefish dubiously. She's still rather uncomfortable around them and their tentacles. --
CDA: vvhat does it eat?
CCC: Usually us, whup.
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] nods a little. She should've expected that answer. --
CDA: vve'll do it. Do you wa^t to stay here? It's safe. vve'll fi^d you a bowl or somethi^g.
CCC: No, I want to come! I've never seen it up close! Nobody has...
CDA: I thought you said it ate you.
CCC: It is... difficult to see, whup.
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] stands, holding the cuttlefish close to her. It doesn't seem to be having any trouble surviving out of the water. She turns back to the hive's doorway. --
CDA: Sig^a? Sototh? vve have a missio^...
CBD: --?--
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] turns about. --
CCC: +->We do?<-+
CDA: Yes. This little guy came all this way just to tell us.
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] frowns when she recognizes the small cuttlefish. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] holds the cuttlefish out. It peers at them with its big gooey eyes and waves its tentacles in greeting. --
CCC: +->Is it safe to bring him out of the water....?<-+
CBD: --heyy--there--
CDA: He seems fi^e to me.
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] waves back --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] nods curtly at the little consort. --
CDA: He says the De^ize^'s bee^ attacked by the skeleto^ fish, a^d we ^eed to go... pry them out of it, I believe. It wo^'t attack us, right?
CCC: No, whup! It isn't time!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] narrows her eyes. --
CCC: +->Time...?<-+
CCC: Time for you to fight it, whup. You aren't ready. It would eat you too!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] sighs. --
CCC: +->So...we get to go help the monster we're supposed to kill later by prizing killer skeletal fish with huge fangs out of its body.<-+
CCC: +->Awesome.<-+
CBD: --...--
CCC: Yes, whup! Otherwise it will be angry, and eat more of us!
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] looks at the two of them, her lips pursed --
CCC: +->...<-+
CDA: Are you both ready?
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] doesn't seem pleased by that concept. --
CCC: +->...Yeah, let's do this.<-+
CBD: --yyeah--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] nods and sets the little cuttlefish back in the water, then slips in herself. The water tastes a little funny today, like something died in it. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] does a couple backflips just to get warmed up, then surfaces and watches her partners, grinning nervously. --
CDA: At least we'll get a^ idea of what it's like before we get to fight it for real...
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] decides that if she's gonna do this, she's gonna have fun. She bounds recklessly through the door and vaults over Aragua's head, landing heavily in the water behind her and making a tremendous splash. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] puts on his goggles and jumps in after her --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] circles Signa and Sototh playfully, then swims after the baby cuttlefish, which is already motoring toward the distance. --
CBD: --wait--up!--
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] has equipped her glowing swimwear and is powering after Aragua, marveling at the difference it makes to her speed. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] stops to wait for him --
CDA: You alright?
CCC: +->!!!<-+
CCC: +->I never made him a set of swimgear!<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] about-faces and paddles furiously back to the dock, hauling herself up with water splashing from her haphazardly. --
CDA: Oh... that's alr- Sig^a, wait!
CBD: --?--
CCC: +->Won't take but a moment!<-+
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] the baby cuttlefish stops and zips back to them anxiously --
CCC: We have to go!
CCC: It will be angry, whup!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] yells: --
CCC: +->I'll only be a moment!<-+
CCC: Be quick, please!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] frantically alchemizes a set of glowing hand and foot fins. To save time, she flings herself from the window into the water with a semi-graceful dive and powers over to Sototh. --
CCC: +->Hah...here, Sototh<-+
CCC: +->Put these on...<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] takes a moment to regain her stamina while she gives Sototh her newly made gear. --
CBD: --oh--
CBD: --sure--
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] puts them on --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] wonders how Sototh feels about now being even closer in appearance to a seadweller --
CCC: +->Hoh...okay.<-+
CCC: +->We should be good to go.<-+
CBD: --yyeah--
CCC: Please, quickly!
CCC: +->This should help us keep up with you, cuttlething.<-+
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] zips away, forcing them to swim as quickly as they can to keep up. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] has a little trouble, with her leg still slightly sore, but manages to keep it in view. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] flinches and pours on the power, racing to keep up (and still falling behind) --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] follows as fast as he can --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] the water above is completely empty, devoid even of the bone fish. That taste only gets stronger, bitter and rancid. Aragua gags. She's eaten some pretty rank stuff, but this is just vile. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] concentrates on swimming to shut out the taste and smell of the water; seriously, what the hell is the deal? --
CCC: +->So...hah...what in the name of all that is holy--<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] chokes a bit... --
CCC: +->is...cough...in this water?<-+
CBD: --yyeah--
CCC: It is the Turgid, whup. We are close.
CBD: --this--is--rank--
CCC: Shh, you will offend it!
CBD: --!--
CBD: --sorryy--
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] isn't sorry, but says nothing. --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] pauses over a huge chasm. --
CCC: Down there, whup.
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] peers down. --
CBD: --...--
CCC: +->...Down...down there...?<-+
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] to Signa and Aragua, there appears to be nothing below except a slight distortion in the water. To Sototh though, with his echo-based vision, it is a massive... thing, hundreds of feet wide and long. It has no discernible head or tail, just wavering protrusions like malformed tentacles coating its body, amid bulbous tumors and boils. It's seeping black fluid in many places, which seems to be what is flavoring the water --
CBD: --whoa--
CDA: vvhat? I do^'t see a^ythi^g...
CCC: +->I don't see it...but I can hear something.<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] strains her ears. What is that sound...? --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] swims slowly downward, trying not to taste the water. --
CCC: +->Wait, wait!<-+
CCC: +->Don't swim down!<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] pauses and paddles back up --
CBD: --that--thing's--huge--
CDA: It... wait, you ca^ see it?
CCC: +->...it's invisible!<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is putting the pieces together. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] frowns. That hardly seems fair, that her underwater denizen is invisible. How can she fight something she can barely see? --
CCC: +->Sototh can see it because he sees shapes, not images.<-+
CDA: Is it always i^visible?
CCC: Yes, whup. We have never seen it.
CBD: --reallyy?--
CCC: +->I hate to ask, but what does it look like...?<-+
CCC: But... you can!
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] flutters up and attaches his suckers lovingly to Sototh's goggles --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is unsettled by the little cuttle's actions. That's a bit freaky. --
CBD: --wuh--
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] makes happy whoopwhooping noises --
CDA: Sototh, ca^ you... how big is it? Is it a whale or a te^tacle thi^g or...
CBD: --it's--a--gigantic--blobbyy--mass--of--tentacles--
CBD: --please--get--off--
CCC: +->Typical.<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] makes a whuff noise. --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] withdraws its tentacles --
CCC: I am sorry! It's just a very big and scary thing, whup! And we're so close!
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] pulls her lips back from her teeth in disgust, glaring down at the thing she can't see. --
CDA: A^d we have to go ^ear it...
CDA: It's... alright if you guys do^'t wa^t to. I ca^ probably get it by myself
CDA: It's my De^ize^, after all.
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] frowns. --
CCC: +->Nope.<-+
CCC: +->Can't have you doing something so dangerous alone.<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] grins in what she assumes is a reassuring fashion. --
CDA: The squid said it would^'t attack us.
CCC: +->Yeah.<-+
CCC: +->So we can...we can do this.<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] looks at Sototh. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] hugs the little cuttle --
CCC: Whuuup!
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] tangles around his fingers --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] frowns. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] has decided she doesn't like tentacles. Nope, not one bit. --
CCC: +->Well.<-+
CDA: vve're all i^, the^?
CCC: +->If...if we're gonna do this let's do this...<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] raises a fist, her face showing a shaky confidence. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] takes a deep breath and immediately regrets it --
CBD: --yyeah--
CCC: +->So...um...fortune favors the bold!<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] orients herself down and begins swimming slowly, keeping her hands in front of her to ward off the unseen beast's tendrils... --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] nods and kicks her way down to the thing slowly, keeping her hands out so she doesn't run into it, similarly to Signa. She does touch it within a few kicks, though, and is surprised it was so close. Its flesh is pulpy and soft, and plunging her hands into it only releases another wave of rancid fluid. --
CDA: Ghhk! Augh!
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] follows --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] coughs at the sudden rush of foul tastes and smells! --
CBD: --BLUH--
CCC: +->Gg-g! Holy crap that's bad!<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] there seem to be no bones there, so she quickly swims away, looking for where it seems to be leaking black blood. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] bumps into the side of the beast, forcing herself to stop gagging and begin searching along its body for angry necrofish... --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] looks around for stuck bonefish and finds a rather big one --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] the fish is clearly dead, just wavering in the current, stuck up to its gills in the Turgid's flesh --
CDA: A^d we have to... get this out...
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] reaches under to try and find something she can grab on. The water is cloudy with the Denizen's blood, making it hard for her to see. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] has found her own fish, buried up to its dorsal fin. Gingerly, she seizes it by the tail. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] gives its tail a hard tug with his skinny arms --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] manages to get a grip on its gills and help him pull, trying to brace herself against the Turgid's body. Her feet sink in up to her ankles as well but she runs into something solid eventually. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] pulls angrily on her fish, paddling furiously away from the beast. To her surprise, it gives way and pulls out freely, blood flowing and coating her and the surrounding area... --
CCC: +->OH GOG NO<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] begins coughing uncontrollably and dizzily paddles away from the source... --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] it does more than flow, it /gushes/ splattering Signa in the face. It's even more horrible in concentrated form. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] looks over to her. --
CDA: Sig^a? Are you alright?
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is hacking up chicken salad brb later once stomach has inverted itself. --
CBD: --ooh--
CDA: Er...
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] isn't sure she really wants to get this fish out, but they have to if they want to complete the mission. She tries to dig the fish out and unhook its teeth from the Turgid's body. --
CDA: Sototh, go pull o^ it agai^. I've almost got it!
CBD: --okayy--
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] gives it another pull --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] finally finishes hacking her guts out and turns about. --
CCC: +->W...wait, guys...<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] there's a hideous, wet tearing sound and the large fish comes free, helped by the torrent of blood that comes after, filling the water with its horrible taste. Aragua clamps her hands over her mouth and quickly kicks away from the morbid fountain. --
CBD: --GBLUH--
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] coughs and covers his mouth --
CCC: +->Oh gog.<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] can't seriously believe what just happened. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] nearly vomits herself. The blood just keeps coming. She can barely see. --
CCC: +->We...we have to...do how many of those...?<-+
CCC: There are many, whup....
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] doesn't seem to mind the blood. --
CBD: --D:--
CCC: +->That shit<-+
CCC: +->Is without contest<-+
CCC: +->The nastiest substance<-+
CCC: +->that I have ever been in, and I fell into a lake of blood on Agatha's world.<-+
CCC: +->A LAKE OF FREAKIN' BLOOD.<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] can't reply for how badly she's gagging. --
CCC: +->Aragua, get out of there!<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] uncovers her mouth to breaststroke her way out of the cloud --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] does his best to follow --
CCC: +->...<-+
CCC: +->What're we supposed to do, guys?<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] pants, trying to get her breath back, once they're in the open. The Denizen lets out a massive sighing noise, vibrating the water around them. --
CCC: +->That shit has got to be toxic--HOLY CRAP.<-+
CDA: I thi^k we have to fi^ish...
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] slaps her hands over her ears... --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] grits her teeth and does the same. --
CBD: --!!--
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] does also --
CCC: It is happy, whup! You are all doing well!
CCC: +->What the hell ever!<-+
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] shrinks back, curling its tentacles shamefully --
CCC: Please... if we do not do this, my family will be eaten!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] thinks she can hear something over the massive rumbling, but it's fuzzy and unclear... --
CBD: --signa,--that--was--mean--
CCC: +->I<-+
CCC: +->I....know.<-+
CCC: +->I'm sorry.<-+
CDA: Guys... I ca^ fi^ish this o^e myself. Just go back to the surface.
CCC: +->Its just...holy crap that's bad...<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] promptly ignores Aragua's idea. --
CCC: +->Let's just get this finished.<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] steels her gut and rotates in the water, reaiming herself. YOU'RE NOT GONNA LET ARAGUA DOWN, DAMMIT. --
CBD: --we're--stayying--down--here--
CDA: Okay, but, a^ytime you feel like you're goi^g to be sick.. or sicker, you ca^ go back to the surface.
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] declines to reply as she has found her way back into the murk of filth and snared another fish. --
CDA: ...come o^. I thi^k it's just a matter of getti^g away from the blood quick e^ough, if it eve^ is blood...
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] grabs himself a small fish and tries to pull it out --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] nods curtly and this time speeds away from the ebon geyser after yanking out the fish. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] the small ones come easy. Some are even still alive, and it whips around to snap at Sototh's wrist --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] can't prevent a cough from escaping. --
CBD: --!!!--
CBD: --it's--alive!--
CCC: +->Kill it!<-+
CDA: ^vo, do^'t-!
CDA: Do^'t make them a^grier!
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] can't shoot it without hitting the Turgid --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] the monster lets out another low noise, as if asking them why they aren't getting it done more quickly. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC]Rockets over to Sototh and attempts to bite down on the fish's spine, violently plunging her fangs into its skin.
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] fidgets nervously --
CCC: Please, don't fight, whup! The fish do not mean you harm!
CDA: Sig^a, wait! Just leave it alo^e!
CBD: --!!!--
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] reluctantly releases the fish and goes back to searching for other bonefish. --
CCC: +->Plegh...<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] reaches over and gently pries the fish's jaws off Sotoths' wrist. It's left a collection of neat little puncture wounds. --
CBD: --ow--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] frowns at that --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] rips a strip off her shirt and ties it around his wrist to prevent any of that blood from getting in. Who knows what's in that stuff? --
CBD: --thanks--
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] tears another fish from the Turgid, gentleness not a concern. --
CDA: Of course... I thi^k I see a^other large o^e dow^ there.
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] swims over to it --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] this one is enormous, an eel-like creature with a long, swaying tail and jaws opened nearly 180 degrees. Aragua takes her place near its embedded teeth. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] has torn another fish out, and from the sound of it, gotten into a fang and claw fight with it. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] grabs its tail --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] works to help remove it. It tears a huge chunk of the Turgid's flesh out along with its hooked teeth, releasing another geyser of blood. She manages to swim away quickly enough. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] doesn't see it coming, and gets a lungful --
CBD: --!--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] sees him get caught by the cloud and paddles down to pull him away --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] has powered away from the beast to catch her breath... --
CCC: +->Jegus almight<-+
CCC: +->That's so bad<-+
CCC: +->You hear me, thing? YOU STINK ALL THE WAY TO DERSE.<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is clearly in a foul humor as she dives again. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] that gets a response out of it. It roars, rumbling like the shifting of the plates themselves, and actually sways its massive body in the water. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] freezes. --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] trembles and zips over to cling to Aragua's arm --
CCC: Don't make it mad! Don't!
CDA: Shh! Just...
CCC: +->Uh...easy....<-+
CCC: +->I'm sorry, I'm sorry...<-+
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is speaking in a placating tone. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] rubs her ear. That thing is LOUD. She's been right next to whales and they weren't a fraction as loud. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] recovers from his lungful of bluh --
CCC: +->Won't happen again...just calm down so we can get the rest of those fish out...<-+
CBD: --i'm--
CBD: --i'm--okayy--
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is very pale. Fear is evident on her face. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] the monster offers no reply. Aragua pats Sototh's shoulder and swims past him. They have a lot more fish to get. The mission takes hours as they comb the Turgid's bloated body, but finally it is placated and sinks back into the trench. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is covered in filth and rotted bits of flesh, and is having trouble staying at the same point in the water for all of the weight. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] feels like she'll never taste anything but this thing's rotting flesh again. She's exhausted and still nauseated despite having cracked midway through and thrown up as badly as Signa. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] shakes his head and swims back to grab some fish --
CCC: Thank you! Thank you thank you! Whup whup!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] can't even speak to the cuttlefish. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] fixes the poor thing with a stare some might consider murderous. --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] shrinks back, tentacles drawn up in fear --
CBD: --signa!--
CCC: I am sorry... I am sorry...
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] swims over to her side and puts an arm around her shoulders --
CDA: It's alright. It's over...
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] softens at Aragua's presence, regret on her face. --
CCC: +->I'm...I'm sorry.<-+
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] gives the little cuttle a hug --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] tangles with his fingers again --
CCC: We will reward you, now, whup! Please follow me back!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] orients herself silently and sullenly. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] follows his cuttlebuddy --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] trails them, breathing deeply to get the taste of that filth out of her gills. She still has the feeling it'll linger for days. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is breathing heavily herself, trying to cleanse her lungs. Not fuckin' likely, yo. --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] takes them back to the cuttlefish village, where the adults have gathered in the center to welcome them with open tentacles. --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] sighs at the sight of the village. All of those damn cuttles... --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] the little one zips down to whup excitedly at them. one of the adults scolds it and sends it back into one of the odd-shaped houses. --
CCC: We are so, so, so sorry, heroes!
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] all bow their heads sheepishly --
CCC: We did not discuss this! Randolph simply went off on his own!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] raises an eyebrow. --
CCC: +->Randolph? That's his name?<-+
CCC: We would never have sent you on such a horrible quest!
CBD: --oh--
CDA: So... what does that mea^? It does^'t cou^t?
CCC: Oh, no, we would never dream of letting you do all that and not rewarding you!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] frowns. --
CCC: +->...<-+
CCC: +->So...<-+
CCC: +->We just...<-+
CCC: We have things for you! Please, wait here.
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] barely restrains a look of raw fury and instead somehow diverts to a poker-face. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] sighs slightly in relief. At least they didn't do all that for nothing. --
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] darts into their homes to retrieve the reward. It includes: A whole pile of different types of Grist, including that odd glowing kind; a long whale jaw lined with teeth that Aragua can surely alchemize and make herself a better weapon with; and, oddly, a collection of cloudy glass bottles with wax stopping them up, covered in barnacles and clearly ancient. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] picks up a bottle --
CBD: --what's--in--these?--
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] is suspicious of the bottles. --
CCC: We have not yet found a use for them, whup! We did not open them in case they were dangerous, but there may be something inside useful to you!
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] shrugs --
CBD: --okayy--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] grins and picks up the grist and jawbone. If her own world had failed to reward her /again/ she might've gotten suspicious. --
CDA: Tha^k you... It's really ^o problem. At least we k^ow what we're up agai^st ^ow.
CCC: +->Something large<-+
CCC: +->Disgusting<-+
CCC: +->Rotting<-+
CBD: --veryy--unpleasant--
CCC: +->And filled with blood so nasty it makes the staunchest among us gag.<-+
CDA: Yes. It wo^'t be a plesa^t fight, but it's such a huge, awkward thi^g. I ca^'t imagi^e it eve^ tryi^g to hurt us...
CDA: It's more like eutha^asia...
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] speaks darkly: --
CCC: +->It wouldn't be a fight. It'd be a hiccup to that thing.<-+
CDA: vve have to kill it, though... If it's ^ot capable of a^y ki^d of reaso^. You said it speaks to you, though, right?
CCC: Well, yes, whup, but we don't know if you would be able to understsand it.
CBD: --does--it--speak--anyy--kind--of--language?--
CCC: We can speak to it, but it doesn't sound at all like we do now. You may have heard its roaring. We knew it was displeased, but also confused that you would help it when you were not required to. Whup.
CCC: +->So it speaks a language on it can speak, and we can't understand.<-+
CCC: +->Faaaantastic.<-+
CCC: We are very sorry, again!
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] grumbles: --
CCC: +->It's not your fault....<-+
CDA: It's alright. vve're supposed to be here for you, a^yway...
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] kind of awkwardly pats one on its back --
CBD: --yyeah--
CDA: I thi^k we should go back, though.
CCC: +->Agreed.<-+
-- CURRENT cuttlefishConsorts [CCC] all titter and retreat into their homes. --
CBD: --okayy--
CDA: ...I'm ^ever goi^g to stop tasti^g this.
CCC ceased responding to memo.
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] sighs deeply. --
CCC: +->Can we...let's just go...<-+
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] nods and kicks her way to the surface. The sun has dimmed and the moon is out, making everything silvery. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] follows and surfaces, happy to taste air again --
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] clambers up to the dock, shaking her arms... --
CCC: +->Dibs on the ablution trap...<-+
CDA: Go ahead. I'll be alright.
-- CURRENT crimsonCartographer [CCC] stumbles up the stairs...she's done for the day. --
CCC ceased responding to memo.
CBD: --i'll--get--to--work--tryying--to--get--these--bottles--open--
CDA: Are you sure that's a good idea? vve should try to get the bar^acles off, first, a^d maybe see i^side...
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] pulls her shirt off to wring the water out of it. Now it's short two inches and is only going to fray more. Maybe she can just make another. --
CBD: --oh--yyeah--
CBD: --do--yyou--have--a--butter--knife--or--something--i--could--use?--
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] averts his eyes --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] doesn't seem to register his discomfort, and uncaptchalogues one of her machete jawbones. She offers it to him. --
CDA: I have this.
CBD: --something--small--that--can--get--under--the--barnacles--
CDA: It's got the teeth. They might work.
CBD: --okayy--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] hands it over and slips her shirt back on --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] takes the machete, not looking at his crazy twig moirail, and heads off to the kitchen --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] follows him once she's decent, curious to see what might be inside the strange bottles. --
CDA: I do^'t thi^k they'd give us a^ythi^g da^gerous, would they?
CBD: --i--hope--not--
CDA: But... like you said, they're pretty dim.
CBD: --who--would--put--somehting--dangerous--in--a--bottle--anyywayy?--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] shrugs --
CDA: A lot of people. But it's stra^ge. There's just the squid a^d the bo^efish i^ there, a^d ^either of them have a^y use for bottled thi^gs, so we must've bee^ mea^t to recieve them.
CBD: --i--guess--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] takes another bottle. There are four, all different shapes and sizes. She uses her other machete to pick at the barnacles, chipping them away from the greenish glass. --
CDA: Looks like liquid...
CBD: --hmm--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] pries at the cork. It's covered in cracked wax and might've been really quite ornate at one point. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] sniffs sharply as some smell leaks out. It's not as awful as the Turgid's blood, just strong. --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] holds it out to Sototh --
CDA: vvhat's this smell like to you?
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] sniffs --
CBD: --whoa!--
CBD: --like--reallyy--strong--booze--
CBD: --or--diesel--fuel--
CDA: ...booze? Like alcohol?
CBD: --yyeah--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] sniffs it again. She's smelled it before, but much milder stuff she was offered by a traveler. --
CDA: vvhy would they give us that...?
CBD: --i--don't--know--
CBD: --theyy--probablyy--didn't--know--what--was--in--them--
CDA: But it's still all just a game. It seems like deliberate sabotage...
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] replaces the cork --
CBD: --...--
CDA: Is^'t it usually dru^k at parties a^d thi^gs?
CBD: --yyeah--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] tilts the bottle back and forth, listening to the liquid slosh --
CDA: I suppose it /could/ also be tryi^g to get us to loose^ up...
CBD: --hmm--
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] eyes the bottle cautiously, definitely not thinking about sloppy girl-on-girl makeouts --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] you boys are all the same --
CDA: Especially whe^ so ma^y of us are at high levels, but... I do^'t k^ow. I've ^ever eve^ had it. I do^'t k^ow how stro^g it is.
CBD: --this--stuff--is--prettyy--strong--
CDA: After pryi^g fish out of that thi^g's body, ^othi^g really seems like it'd taste good... ^vot for a day or two, at least.
CDA: I hope it is^'t goi^g to make a^y of us sick. Do you feel alright? You looked like you swallowed some...
CBD: --i've--had--worse--
CDA: Really? vvhe^?
CBD: --this--one--time,--i--found--a--tinyy--shoggoth--in--a--pickle--jar--
CBD: --it--tried--to--crawl--down--myy--throat--
CDA: Eurgh! vvhat was it doi^g i^ there?
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] laughs, recalling his past adventures --
CBD: --i--don't--know--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] leans her head in her hands, looking at him with her ears perked --
CDA: Did you fi^d a lot of stuff like that?
CBD: --yyeah,--actuallyy--
CBD: --there--was--this--one--time,--when--a--theater--troupe--was--tryying--to--do--a--production--of--'the--king--in--yyellow'--
CDA: ^vear your hive?
CBD: --in--a--cityy--a--few--hours--awayy--
CDA: vvhat happe^ed to them?
CBD: --theyy--ran--awayy--screaming--when--i--shot--a--few--holes--in--their--ceiling--and--snd--started--shouting--macbeth--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] blinks --
CDA: vvhy did you do that?
CBD: --the--playy--theyy--were--tryying--to--do--summons--a--horrorterror--
CDA: Good thi^g you saved them!
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] isn't sarcastic at all. --
CBD: --yyeah--
CDA: Sometimes they just do^'t believe whe^ you try to explai^ thi^gs ratio^ally.
CBD: --it's--luckyy--actors--are--so--superstitious--
CDA: I thi^k it might be more the fact that you were shooti^g at them that discouraged them.
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] grins, amused. There's still some dark slime caught on her teeth. --
CBD: --i--guess--
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] grins too, the tooth Jezron knocked out starting to grow back --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] snickers a little at it. He looks like a wiggler who's not done growing in his adult fangs. --
CDA: I ^ever met a^ybody like that... ^^ostly it was just o^e perso^ at a time, or them a^d their lusus. vvhe^ I was really lo^ely, I would^'t eve^ tell them about the horrorterrors, because I did^'t wa^t them to leave.
CBD: --...oh--
CDA: That was o^ly to those whose blood was high e^ough, though. I would^'t put a lowblood through that.
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] looks more subdued --
CDA: I'm sorry. That time i^ my life is over, so... it's probably ^ot worth talki^g about.
CBD: --...--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] pats his hand with hers, smiling sadly. At least she doesn't have to worry about scaring travelers away anymore. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] sadsmiles --
CDA: Oh, speaki^g of which... did you get to talk to them at all, last time you slept?
CBD: --yyeah--
CDA: vvhat did they say?
CBD: --theyy--knew--his--name--
CBD: --dianth--
CDA: Dia^th...
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] repeats it, trying to find anything familiar about it. --
CBD: --theyy--said--he--held--myy--ancestor--prisoner--and--used--his--dreams--to--fight--them--
CDA: Guess he did^'t wi^...
CBD: --i--guess--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] feels like she's heard the name somewhere, like the name of a friend one might've had in childhood but can't recall anything about, though of course, she didn't have any friends when she was very young. --
CDA: I'm sure you do^'t ^eed a^y reassura^ce that I would ^ever do the same to you...
CBD: --i--know--
CDA: I actually... A Gallia from a^other timeli^e co^tacted me.
CBD: --huh?--
CDA: ^vot that lo^g ago. She said I killed you a^d Sig^a, a^d... I just do^'t u^dersta^d how I could've do^e that, or why every alter^ate timeli^e has to be so tragic...
CDA: I would ^ever hurt either of you. I love you both... but somehow she murdered them.
CBD: --...--
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] is quite concerned --
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] squeezes his fingers a little --
CDA: I would ^ever... I'd just be all alo^e agai^.
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] squeezes her hand reassuringly --
CBD: --yyou're--not--alone--anyymore--
CDA: I'm ^ot sure why she did^'t see that...
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] sighs quietly and looks into his not-eyes --
CDA: Tha^k you, though.
CDA: I k^ow I'm ^ot.
CBD: --:)--
CDA: I thi^k... I might see what I ca^ make with the thi^gs they gave us. Do you wa^t to come too?
CBD: --sure--
-- CURRENT darkAtlantis [CDA] holds onto his hand to walk with him to the alchimeter, now relocated several stories up so the imps can't get it. Alchemy party time. --
-- CURRENT benthicDreamer [CBD] follows --
Last edited by Quincunx; 08-01-2011 at 12:45 PM.
CC: ∑ ^ owo it was a hyperbole you fuck
I still can't get over that.
Team ASS.
Pfffthehehehe.
TF2 Backpacks: Main 1 2 3
does this mean he reached Love Doctor?Also, my return to eyes closed stuff! Surprise: It's a fic!
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Oh good God what have I written. I love how I started off with perfect grammar and everything, but then it devolves into random caps and slashes and brackets.
I don't think you should be allowed back in...but that's up to CS.
Old log between Sototh and the Lord of All Woobies Quincunx
[02:34] -- weeAspect [WA] began pestering benthicDreamer [BD] at 02:34 --
[02:34] BD: --heyy--
[02:34] WA: hi again youre the one who told me about the singing monsters right
[02:34] BD: --yyes--
[02:35] WA: well the last time i went to sleep i was on the gold planet again so i flew to the purple one and went way up in the sqy
[02:35] WA: and i saw them there and listened for what you said
[02:36] WA: eqscept i qind of started throwing up blood when i heard it
[02:36] WA: it was qoming out of everywhere
[02:36] WA: and i thinq my dreamself died
[02:37] BD: --oh--
[02:37] BD: --oh--dear--
[02:37] BD: --that's--not--good--at--all--
[02:37] WA: no it really hurt !!
[02:37] WA: why did you maqe me do that ??!!
[02:38] BD: --i--didnt--know--that--would--happen--
[02:39] WA: it didnt even sound liqe a song it was more liqe a million angry bugs all sqreeching at me
[02:40] BD: --what?--
[02:40] BD: --that--can't--be--right--
[02:41] WA: it sounded horrible !!
[02:41] WA: it wasnt a song at all it was just noise for as long as my eardrums werent popped and running down my necq !!
[02:42] BD: --crap--
[02:42] BD: --i'm--sorryy--
[02:42] WA: its oqay
[02:42] WA: i guess you didnt qnow itd sound so bad to me
[02:43] BD: --...--
[02:45] WA: maybe its just beqause im a lowblood
[02:45] BD: --hmm--
[02:45] BD: --mayybe--
[02:46] WA: im sorry i yelled im not really that mad
[02:46] WA: i was tired of dreaming about that place anyway
[02:46] BD: --okayy--
[02:48] WA: maybe now i qan have nicer dreams
[02:48] BD: --mayybe--
[02:48] BD: --at--least--yyour--dreamself--can't--get--killed--anyymore--
[02:49] WA: no i guess not but its not liqe it was doing much in the first place
[02:49] WA: even flying was hard and i qept having to stop and rest
[02:50] BD: --oh--
[02:55] WA: i thinq im still in the game a tiny bit
[02:55] WA: liqe having a rash that still hasnt quite gone away all the way
[02:55] BD: --reallyy?--
[02:56] WA: yeah its weird
[02:56] WA: unless maybe you dont get a lot of rashes
[02:56] WA: and dont qnow what thats liqe
[02:56] WA: its not fun
[02:56] BD: --i've--had--rashes--
[02:56] BD: --but--i--don't--know--how--to--make--metaphorical--ones--go--awayy--
[02:58] WA: for not metaphor ones you qan roll in mud sometimes that maqes them feel better
[02:58] BD: --yyeah--
[02:59] WA: theres not really any mud here though
[03:00] BD: --i'm--not--sure--it--would--help--anyywayy--
[03:00] WA: no not for this but itll all be gone away soon i bet
[03:03] BD: --hopefullyy--
[03:04] WA: is your game going good too
[03:04] BD: --yyes--actuallyy--
[03:13] WA: i qind of wish i got to see more of my world though
[03:13] WA: i didnt even get to learn what the big monster was i had to fight
[03:15] BD: --yyou--probablyy--don't--want--to--know--
[03:16] WA: the regular helping qreatures were giant fish who tried to eat me so i bet the monster would be really bad
[03:19] BD: --yyeah--
[03:21] WA: still it was really nice for a world liqe a big laqe with waterfalls and stuff
[03:22] BD: --cool--
[03:22] WA: and there were trees and qlouds and b nnnnnnnn
[03:22] -- weeAspect [WA] has fallen asleep on his keyboard --
[03:23] BD: --...--
[03:23] -- benthicDreamer [BD] ceased pestering weeAspect [WA] at 03:23 --
HEY SWINDE WHAT'CHA BEEN UP TO
$ OH NOTHING JUST SOME SUPER AWESOME EXPLORING TIME. ¢
-- catConsort [CC] began pestering absoluteTruth [AT] at 15:41 --
CC: Lady!
CC: What are you doing out there!
CC: Quickly, in here!
-- absoluteTruth [AT] walks into the large glass pyramid. --
AT: $ What would you call this building we're in? ¢
CC: it's a biodome!
AT: $ This is a pyramid. ¢
CC: Mew!
AT: $ ... ¢
AT: $ Right. ¢
CC: It's the only place on the planet that hasn't been touched by the monster!
AT: $ I can see. This grass is quite lovely. ¢
AT: $ Is there a way to stop the *ahem* Monster from polluting your planet further? ¢
CC: Yes!
CC: But it is unthinkably hard to do~
AT: $ And this method is? ¢
CC: You have to *gulp*
CC: Kill them!
CC: Mew!
-- catConsort [CC] hides under a sofa --
AT: $ Erm... ¢
-- catConsort [CC] shivers --
AT: $ Excuse me? ¢
-- catConsort [CC] shivers --
AT: $ I can see you just frightened yourself, so I'll just ask for a sleeping bag and sleep here instead of my hive. ¢
AT: $ Thank you for your help. ¢
-- catConsort [CC] shivers --
CC: Y-
CC: Y-you'r-re
CC: w-w-welc-c-ome.
-- absoluteTruth [AT] ceased pestering catConsort [CC] at 15:59 --
CARRY ON THEN
$WITH PLEASURE. ¢
TF2 Backpacks: Main 1 2 3
does this mean he reached Love Doctor?Also, my return to eyes closed stuff! Surprise: It's a fic!
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Oh good God what have I written. I love how I started off with perfect grammar and everything, but then it devolves into random caps and slashes and brackets.
Aragua discusses her Denizen encounter with Gallia:
-- darkAtlantis [DA] began pestering equineReaction [ER] at 00:02 --
DA: I HAVE GOOD ^vEvvS, SORT OF!
ER: ouh?
DA: I GOT TO SEE ^^Y DE^vIZE^v.
DA: SO I K^vOvv vvHAT vvE'RE FACI^vG, AT LEAST.
DA: BUT IT vvAS... ^vOT PLESA^vT.
DA: I'^^ ACTUALLY FAIRLY SURE THAT vvAS THE vvORST vvAKI^vG EXPERIE^vCE I HAVE EVER HAD.
ER: ThaT is gooud news Tou hear. knouw your enemy, even if your enemy is a douchebag.
ER: oune day sooun, you'll have The pleasure ouf killing iT and ridding iTs influence froum The face ouf The planeT.
DA: I'^^ ^vOT EVE^v SURE vvHAT TO CALL IT. IT'S I^vVISIBLE, ^^OSTLY, BUT ACCORDI^vG TO SOTOTH, IT'S E^vOR^^OUS. BIGGER THA^v I EXPECTED A^vY ^^O^vSTER I^v THIS GA^^E TO BE.
ER: invisible? ouh dear.
ER: aT leasT you can loouk fourward Tou a challenge when you kill iT.
DA: vvITH SOTOTH ECHO-VISIO^v, HE SEE^^S TO BE ABLE TO SEE IT vvELL E^vOUGH. vvE ^^AY ALL HAVE TO vvEAR GOGGLES LIKE THAT vvHE^v vvE EVE^vTUALLY BATTLE IT. IF IT vvILL EVE^v BE ABLE TO BE CALLED A BATTLE.
DA: *SOTOTH'S
DA: THE vvAY IT IS... IT HARDLY SEE^^S CAPABLE OF ^^OVE^^E^vT. ITS FLESH IS SOFT AS ^^UD A^vD IT BLEEDS PROFUSELY IF YOU SO ^^UCH AS TOUCH IT.
DA: IT'S LIKE A GIA^vT CORPSE.
ER: ... houw hourrific.
DA: IT SEE^^S ^^ORE LIKE PUTTI^vG IT OUT OF ITS ^^ISERY THA^v ACTUALLY FIGHTI^vG IT.
ER: be careful. The Denizen is suppoused Tou be The sTroungesT, sou iT has Tou have soume hidden advanTage.
DA: IT DID^v'T SEE^^ TO vvA^vT TO HAR^^ US. vvE HAD TO RE^^OVE THE FISH THAT HAD ATTACKED IT A^vD GOTTE^v E^^BEDDED I^v ITS BODY.
DA: IT'S... I DO^v'T HAVE vvORDS. ITS BLOOD vvAS EVERYvvHERE. IT JUST ^vEVER STOPPED CO^^I^vG, A^vD IT vvAS THE ^^OST RA^vCID THI^vG I HAVE EVER TASTED.
ER: ... iT sounds paTheTic.
DA: IT CERTAI^vLY SEE^^S LIKE vvE COULD TAKE IT O^v ^vOvv, IF vvE HAD TO. IT vvOULD BE A^v E^vDURA^vCE BATTLE, AS IT CLEARLY HAD ^vOTHI^vG IT COULD STRIKE US vvITH. I SUPPOSE IT DID HAVE TE^vTACLES, BUT THEY vvERE FAIRLY SHORT A^vD vvOULD^v'T ^^AKE EFFECTIVE vvEAPO^vS..,
DA: ALSO, ^^Y CO^vSORTS REvvARDED US vvITH ALCOHOL.
ER: ...
ER: you proubably shouldn'T drink ThaT.
DA: vvE HAVE^v'T, YET, BUT IT HAS^v'T TUR^vED OUT A^vY USEFUL ALCHE^^IZED ITE^^S.
DA: DO YOU vvA^vT IT? vvE HAVE FOUR BOTTLES.
ER: ... really, ThaT sourT ouf Thing shouldn'T be anywhere iT can geT ouT and cause Trouble Through drunkeness... I'll Take iT The nexT Time we meeT, ouf course.
DA: IT'S SUCH A STRA^vGE THI^vG FOR THE^^ TO GIVE US THOUGH, DO^v'T YOU THI^vK?
ER: ouh, iT is.
DA: ^^AYBE IT'S I^^PORTA^vT THAT vvE KEEP IT, OR AT LEAST TAKE DOvv^v THE CODES.
ER: hmm... dou whaT you musT. buT Take care nouT Tou puT iT ouT in public view.
DA: THERE'S ^vOBODY HERE BUT SOTOTH, SIG^vA A^vD I.
ER: I mean laTer, ouf course.
DA: LATER vvHE^v? IS SO^^EO^vE ELSE CO^^I^vG HERE?
ER: nou, nou... in case you meeT up wiTh a larger group again...
DA: OH, I SEE. OF COURSE. I'LL KEEP IT CAPTCHALOGUED U^vLESS vvE ^vEED IT.
ER: gooud.
DA: HOvv HAVE THI^vGS BEE^v OVER THERE vvITH YOU?
ER: ouh, They have been... evenTful.
DA: ^vOT THE GOOD SORT OF EVE^vTUFUL I ASSU^^E.
ER: we have lousT anouTher player... buT luckily, iT was nouT oune I would mourn. we are currenTly in The proucess ouf Trying Tou fill ThaT houle...
DA: vvE DID? A^vOTHER? THAT'S... TOO BAD. vvHO vvAS IT?
ER: his name was Jezroun. you did nouT knouw him.
DA: I THI^vK I RECALL SOTOTH ^^E^vTIO^vI^vG HI^^, I^v REGARDS TO SO^^ETHI^vG PALLIDA HAD DO^vE...
ER: a greenblooud ouf The excavaTioun persuasioun. evenTs... happened. buT iT's all doune, nouw.
-- darkAtlantis [DA] can only remember Sototh saying Jezron had been crying over Pallida's injuries, or something akin to that. --
DA: THAT'S A SHA^^E.
DA: DO YOU HAVE A CA^vDIDATE I^v ^^I^vD? IS THERE A^vOTHER TI^^E LI^^IT?
ER: ... we have soumeoune, I Think.
DA: OH, THAT'S GREAT! THAT vvAS FAST.
DA: vvAIT, IS IT THAT SEADvvELLER vvHO vvAS TRYI^vG TO FI^vD A GA^^E TO GET I^vTO?
ER: The oune wiTh lighT TexT, like AgaTha's?
DA: YES, THE O^vE vvHO SEE^^ED VERY ^vERVOUS.
ER: The weak oune. I have my misgivings, buT... besT Tou geT soumeoune in as sooun as poussible. I dou nouT Think we'll find many moure sTill alive.
DA: HE DID^v'T SEE^^ ^vERVOUS BECAUSE HE vvAS PHYSICALLY vvEAK, THOUGH, ^^ORE THAT HE JUST DID^v'T vvA^vT TO HURT OR SCARE A^vYBODY. HE ^^IGHT BE FAIRLY CAPABLE.
ER: I'm sure I will find ouT when he enTers.
DA: vvE vvILL. A^vD IT'S GOOD TO HAVE A^vOTHER PERSO^v vvHO vvILL BE PSYCHICALLY RESISTA^vT...
ER: mm... regreTTably, ThaT is nouT soumeThing soumeoune like me can deal wiTh, nou.
DA: IT'S ALRIGHT. IT'S ^vOT YOUR FAULT.
ER: I knouw. Though iT doues sTrike me... I've been a louT moure eager Tou challenge These Things, laTely... heh, I should nouT really quesTioun The wisdoum ouf having moure seadwellers in our effourTs.
DA: CHALLE^vGE vvHAT THI^vGS?
ER: ouh, jusT highblooud capabiliTy... Though nouw I Think abouT iT, I was insTanTly defensive insTead ouf deferenT Tou ThaT oune blueblooud... heh, The game changes Things, I suppouse.
DA: YOU'RE AS CAPABLE AS A^vYO^vE HERE, FRO^^ vvHAT I'VE SEE^v, REGARDLESS OF BLOOD.
ER: Thank you, Aragua. I jusT doun'T wanT Tou geT Toou arrouganT, because afTer all, I am nouT a seadweller like you...
DA: ARROGA^vCE IS^v'T A^v ATTRACTIVE TRAIT I^v A^vYBODY.
DA: A^vD I K^vOvv I'VE KI^vD OF BEE^v... A BIT, I^v THE PAST, BUT I'^^ TRYI^vG TO BE ^^ORE AvvARE OF IT.
ER: you seem oukay Tou me, Aragua.
DA: THA^vK YOU. I'D HOPE SO.
ER: heh... if you did nouT, I would nouT TrusT you wiTh Signa sou easily.
DA: SIG^vA A^vD I ARE FI^vE! vvE TOOK A BATH TOGETHER TO vvASH THE STI^vK OF THAT THI^vG'S BLOOD OF US.
ER: ouh dear... I dou nouT need Tou knouw ThaT many deTails.
DA: IT vvAS JUST A BATH.
ER: ouf course... well, iT's gooud you're coumfourTable.
DA: vvE ARE! SHE'S REALLY VERY SKILLED.
ER: ... aT fighTing, I houpe.
DA: THAT'S vvHAT I ^^EA^vT. vvHAT DID YOU THI^vK I ^^EA^vT?
ER: nouThing, doun'T mind me, I'm jusT... prouTecTive.
DA: I vvOULD ^vEVER HURT HER.
ER: gooud.
DA: YOU CA^v REST ASSURED OF THAT... THERE ARE E^vOUGH THI^vGS HERE TRYI^vG TO HURT US ALREADY.
ER: gooud, iT's gooud Tou hear ThaT.
DA: THA^vK YOU AGAI^v, FOR THE CODES, BY THE vvAY. vvHAT vvE ^^A^vAGED TO ^^AKE vvAS A LOT TASTIER THA^v THE FISH!
ER: iT is nouT a proublem... everyoune should be well-fed, afTer all.
DA: I DO FEEL A LOT BETTER THA^v I DID BEFORE.
ER: gooud. you should dou.
DA: I'LL TALK TO YOU AGAI^v SOO^v, ALRIGHT? THA^vKSK FOR LISTE^vI^vG.
ER: nou proublem, Aragua. Take care.
DA: YOU TOO.
-- darkAtlantis [DA] ceased pestering equineReaction [ER] at 01:34 --
CC: ∑ ^ owo it was a hyperbole you fuck
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