AF: Steal game console and games. That shit be classic, yo.
AF: Steal game console and games. That shit be classic, yo.
This brief sequence is totally not an excuse to reveal more of AF's character before throwing her into the FLARP.
Totally.
HALF Adventures: A science fiction satirical serial novel.
: Interactive Post-Apocalyptic Noir Science Fantasy Novel
DESIGNATION: ξ - δ - Corporate funded adventures.
> CK: Proceed to appear from the ceiling of the room.
> AF: Take TV remote. Examine it. Maybe see if anything good is on the telly.
> DD : Get the feeling that your boy Dante is not keeping his cool, and therefore disappointing you.
> Dante: Flashback to when DD was teaching you how to maintain your cool
> Droog : Get the feeling that your boy Dante is not keeping his cool, and therefore disappointing you.
Yeah, you'll get on that when you're not so busy trying to bump off a few nosy gods. You swear, when you get done here there are going to be some changes around here. What a farce this is. Thanks to Slick you're gonna have to think of ways to kill ALL of the gods and take over just to save your own asses.
There's a silver lining, though. You think you got that EE kid to bump off the jade woman's kid. You're sure little DR and little DM will be pleased to here that you bothered to do their dirty work for them.
Damn kids. Can't even pull off their own revenge schemes. You are going to give them such a time out when you're done with all this.
On the bright side you do at least approve of your boy's philandering with royalty and commoners of his species alike. Dangerous, but very rewarding. Kid's got moxie there if nowhere else.
You like to think he slides into their room, his gait smooth as silk, his speech like butter. He saunters right up to them, telling them exactly what they want to here, turning their legs into quivering jelly. He offers them a smoke. He walks away with the keys to the kingdom and vast riches, and also possibly their underwear.
And then he takes a portion of those riches and showers it upon a commoner girl on the side. Magnificent.
...If the truth about what's actually been going on with the two tyrian sisters and one mutant male tyrian along with his fetish for that time goddess' genetic progeny is any different from this, you are going to give him such a whack with your newspaper.
You should stop monologuing, This ain't even your sequence.
> Dante: Flashback to when DD was teaching you how to maintain your cool
You'll do it later, when you're not busy being stuck inside AF's sylladex.
>AF: Look at the photo
You head over and look at the framed photo.
Hmm...
There's a eleven year old (of course) troll girl in this picture. Something about her looks exceedingly familiar...
Ah, right. She looks like DM and DR's mum, but she's got her hair up in a bun. She seems to be smiling in an excessively cheesy fashion and twirling a pair of...glow sticks? She's wearing a white t-shirt too, strange for your species. And a short skirt. And black stockings. And a red and black scarf. She's got the red Aries symbol, too. Huh...
...A silly theory crosses your mind. You think the boss mentioned something about the cueball head thingy his favorite doll represented having raised his now-lusus...mum's...ancestor? What if this fenestrated wall actually came out in that universe and time period?
Man. Stabbing her would be like stabbing the boss' granny. That'd be so weird. "Hey, boss, I went and hid in an another universe for a whirrle and stabbed your foxy grandma maiden. Hope that's coorrl."
You are almost entirely sure he would be completely understanding about that.
It probably doesn't matter anyway. You have a sneaking suspicion that you've temporarily wandered into a completely different narrative.
> AF: Take TV remote. Examine it. Maybe see if anything good is on the telly.
Being that there's not much else to do while you wait for Anilin to leave. Might as well see what they have on the television wherever the hell you are. You grab the remote and hop onto the bed, knocking the scrapbook open. You don't pay much attention to it at the moment though.
As you raise the remote in front of you to see how to turn it on...
...And are faced with something...Really...Really...Really weird...
Someone seems to have labelled some of the buttons on this remote with familiar looking symbols.
>AF: Press ARRLRRL THE BUTTONS!
>Alternatively: Press that black symbol. Have we even seen someone with that symbol?
Press Li'l Cal. Shit's 'n' gigles, amirite?
Hey there. I'm empatheticArtist.
>You there girl
>Be compelled by mysterious attraction to hit the equation of relativity generally associated with a Mr. Einstein.
>Why is there a Fef button when she's six feet under? Press it to find out.
This clearly being the most interesting button, you push it.
Instead of the television screen, the fenestrated wall changes to...
...
...A kitchen?
It's a very nice kitchen, you guess. Very clean.
A girl stands at a at the kitchen counter. She's clearly of Fuschia/tyrian blood, but she doesn't look like any you've ever seen outside of the horns looking like that dead Feferi girl. She looks to be about your age.
She's wearing a modest dress with a skirt about knee length. Her white apron has the tyrian symbol on it. She's wearing bright red shoes...
...Actually, upon closer inspection, whoever this girl is, she seems to have gone to deliberate lengths not to use the colors black or purple. Her shoes are bright red, her knee length stockins are of a somewhat human flesh-y color, her goggles are the same bright red, and she's wearing lipstick that is also red. That combined with the white clothes and apron seems to have been an attempt to look more human, you'd imagine; though in practice it just reminds you of Puppy, which you doubt this girl even knows.
There's a name tag clipped to the side of her apron.
It reads:
"HELLO.
MY NAME IS BETH CROCKER."
...Despite the faintly ominous name, the girl looks pretty content, even innocent. She's mixing dough. You don't even think it's made of anyone.
[To clarify, this was just a quick update posted. You can either post suggestions, or I'll get around to the other buttons already suggested anyway]
Last edited by Godfrey; 06-21-2012 at 03:33 PM.
> press the Cal button. Actually only press that button when your pursuers break into the room. Nothing good ever comes from Cal.
AF: Press the Lime Ophiuchus button. See how Dante's doing inside that sylladex of yours.
You press the Lime Ophiuchus button, which looks like the symbol Dante presently wears on his shirt.
The wall switches to a view of...an endless, black void. You don't really see anything.
That's kind of creepy. You guess. Kind of disappointing though. You were hoping it would be fancier.
Maybe you ought to invest in a sylladex with some kind of built in...living space for people in your inventory.
Do they even make those? You'll have to ask around after the FLARP.
>Be compelled by mysterious attraction to hit the equation of relativity generally associated with a Mr. Einstein.
You hit the E=mc2 button, but not because anyone told you to damn it. You are your own damn cat gangster. Gangsta. Gangstpurr.
You quite like that last one.
Anyway...
It now shows Einstein, and a couple of Knights Of Time squaring off against some...Big, hulking clown. One of the humans has his shirt off and appears to be ready to wrassle that clown. The other one - who you frankly can't tell whether they're a boy or a girl - is gripping a mace. Einstein's in the middle of a kickboxing pose.
They also seem to be fairly bloodied.
You know, that's a LOT of tyrian coloured symbols.
>AF: Wonder on that for a bit, then press more buttons.
Is this a callback to Kickboxing Einstein from 1984?
HALF Adventures: A science fiction satirical serial novel.
: Interactive Post-Apocalyptic Noir Science Fantasy Novel
DESIGNATION: ξ - δ - Corporate funded adventures.
> AF: Press ALL OF THE BUTTONS AT ONCE. OH MY GOD WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
> AF: Press radiation symbol.
AF: gnaw on the remote, see what happens
> AF: Press radiation symbol.
You push the radiation button.
You immediately die of radiation poisoning, you moron.
Actually, that's a lie. What REALLY happens is that the fenestrated wall switches to a view of someone's office. The plaque on the desk reads:
CHIEF OF MEDICINE
Marie Skłodowska-Curie - maliciousKeyholder
She appears to be doing paperwork. She also appears to be rather fancy. She's wearing a expensive looking dress with a long skirt, and extensive care seems to have been applied to subdued make up. Her hair is presently tied back, but there is clearly a lot of it. For a human at least. It's much better groomed than most trolls, though.
There's a black RADIOACTIVE TREFOIL SYMBOL on her blouse, which you suspect means she's radioactive? Or it could just be her symbol, you guess.
Of curious note is a picture of ragingVanguard, philanimistGuardian, itemExcavator, and...some other troll girl on her desk.
Meh. The lack of muffins just pisses you off. Booooooooooooooo.
>AF: Wonder on that (the tyrian symbols) for a bit, then press more buttons.
That is pretty curious, you think, especially seeing as most of the tyrians are dead. Or, well, officially disappeared, you know. What with the male becoming EE and the two other females vanishing. They're probably dead. Shame about Puppy, you guess. Boss was crushed about it. Was a sweet dame. Maybe a little pushy sometimes. ...Whip thing was kind of weird. Still.
Her sister, though. You didn't see her much, but god was she dramatic. I mean, you can appreciate some good drama and the occasional dragged out vowel, you guess. But the girl took it too far! And she kept punching people. I mean, not that you don't think a good greeting via a flying kick to the back of the head isn't hilarious, but geez, lady. Calm down! She was every bit as dramatic and theatrical as EE.
Frankly, you don't get why your Vriska sisters out there have gotta be so dramatic all the time. It's like, simmer down ladies. Maybe calm down and take things slow for once. Maybe not drag out vowel sounds or go all tsundere on your love interests. Maybe give the poor boys and girls room to breathe. Maybe toss knives at pictures of people you don't particularly like. Maybe force two people to kiss because it's hilarious. You know, relax!
...
You know, it occurs to you that a lotta tyrians seem to go missing around the boss. You idly wonder if there's a pile of dead tyrians in his supervillain basement.