[LOC] Fluid Redistribution Station #365794

[Micillia]

"Huh." Chiara muttered, she really didn't believe him. He probably just didn't want to tell her his secret goals and stuff. Figures... no one trusts a blueblood. When he pointed out the valve tho, she leaped for it, turning it as far as she could. "There, maybe something will happen now!" She exclaimed. "Too bad it didn't come off tho right?"

Wizardy Herbert

 

[Wizardy Herbert]

Micillia

Sorry for the delay. Borrowed computer from Sypon for a time for tags tonight.

Adamaz stared at the valve, wide-eyed, in utter shock. "That's... that's not-" For a moment, he was beyond words. He was beyond incredulity. Not once, for even a MOMENT, had he ever considered anything in the Fluid Redistribution Center … well, fluid. Nothing changed in this building. Nothing ever needed to change. All was always where it should be. It was a place that had always known exactly what it was, and had stuck to its guns, through thick and through thin. Once it had strayed due to a drought a while back that Adamaz was only dimly aware of (it didn’t matter to him, anyway), but the station had found its way back to its roots: properly redistributing fluids. And yet, here was a girl who had unstuck those guns. She had made every principle of the FRS utterly undone by a simple turn of a single valve. She had defiled its inner peace, the principle of the thing. The tranquility of the noisy, humid, odd-smelling and eternally moist industrial complex was utterly shattered.

Adamaz gave Chiara a cold, hard look. His long gaze was honed, sharp. His movements: precise, as he lifted his hand, slowly, reaching, and placing it on the offended valve. Pointedly and moderately, he turned the valve once, twice-and-a-half in the opposite direction from which Chiara had defiled it. Then, slowly, he turned on his heels.


Points Total: 110  

[Wizardy Herbert]

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[Wizardy Herbert]

Find the guide. Get to the buttons. And get her out. Adamaz was a troll on a mission. This offense would not stand. He-

-needed to calm down. This was a BLUEBLOOD, and a bit of a snobby one at that if what she said about her brash offense meant anything. He would have to be cautious not to offend her, or else she might bring her ruin on the whole station. What if she removed a whole WIDGET. Perish the thought.

Points Total: 113  

[Micillia]

Chiara cocked an eyebrow at the orageblood. It looked like he wanted to challenge her for turning a valve of all things. She put her hands on her hips, and said rather aggressively "What are you doing? Don't you want one of those valve-y things?" He was walking away, it looks like she really upset him.

Chiara caught up to the troll and grabbed at his jacket. "Don't act all high and mighty. You already stole from this place." She glared right at him, still a hand on the other troll's jacket, forcing him to answer her.

Wizardy Herbert

 

[Wizardy Herbert]

Micillia

Adamaz: you come into MY house- .. x^D

Oh boy. This highblood was looking for trouble in more ways than actual lawbreaking.

Adamaz spun on his heels again. "And you're the one who wants to get in trouble," Adamaz hissed. "I came here to have a good time. My lusus took one from the ground. Once." Papa Roach chirped from his hair in self-defense or to calm his ward, but to no avail. "I'm taking you to some room with big red buttons. So come on."

Points Total: 117  

[Wizardy Herbert]

Adamaz spun back away from Chiara. That tour guide better show up soon. He could use a fresh water bottle to cool himself off. Or throw at Chiara's head.

Points Total: 121  

[Micillia]

Jeez this guy sure loved his little fluid redistribution station. It was infuriating. He would probably, given the chance, spend his whole life cooped up in here or in his dump, never accomplishing anything. She had tried to do him a favor by getting him that valve, and here he was scolding her.

The rage so typical in highbloods flared, and blood rushed to Chiara's face. "NO". Chiara declared, her voice quivered a little as she tried to contain her anger. This guy was just a disappointment. Here he had been nice and interesting, only to back-stab Chiara and show his true pathetic colors. "Im not going any farther with you. Your just going to hide in this hole your entire life, accomplishing nothing. You are the kind of troll that keeps this class system as it is.".Chiara turned back the way they had come, it was time to go.

"Come find me if you ever decide to actually live your life.".Chiara called as she stomped away. Still fighting her rage, Chiara muttered "pathetic" under her breath as she left.

Wizardy Herbert

razz

 

[Wizardy Herbert]

Micillia

Pathetic.

Adamaz stopped in his tracks. He knew when he was being called out. All the other slurs he could handle: this hole was plenty to someone like him; accomplishing nothing sounded like a dream to him, to be honest; I keep the system as it is because I can live in it. What did she have to avoid to prevent being culled?

Pathetic.

But one thing would not stand. It was not a matter of pride. Adamaz could endure something as petty as that. His blood was mud, after all. What pride could he have in anything but the air he breathed?

Pathetic.

Without turning, Adamaz called to Chiara: "I'll see you at the dump first, blueblood trash. Where you belong." His lip twitched into a sneer. His gaze, fixed at nothing, was cold and sharp. "Or has your see your spine already turned up there?"

Papa Roach froze on his head. He was primed and ready to protect his ward.

Points Total: 125  

[Wizardy Herbert]

Adamaz was only dimly worried. This is how highblood interactions tended to go for him; he'd do as they say, they'd say something offending, and he'd fling it right back. He'd been through it before... although.

Points Total: 127  

[Micillia]

Chiara paused, first of all the orangeblood's statement did not make any sense, secondly, he had actually talked back to her. Sure it was an insult, but he was less pathetic than she had originally thought. She turned around and walked towards him, her sinister grin plastered on her face. When she was within an arms reach of the orangeblood her grin grew, showing all her sharp teeth. "Well, if your not pathetic, then what are you? You said your only goal was to just live, no aspirations, no eye for the future, you just want to wallow in your little dump. So, if your not some pathetic troll that lives in a hole his entire life, then; what are you?" It had started out as a whisper, and slowly rose until at the end she was yelling into his face.

Wizardy Herbert

 

[Wizardy Herbert]

Micillia

Adamaz stubbornly stood his ground. This blueblood could become a real threat, but he stared her down as one stares predators in the eye to show they are unafraid.

"I'm a troll who means what he says and does as he means. You're a troll who says a lot of words with no meanin' at all and does no thing that needs doing. Callin' me pathetic when you think twistin' valves when you shouldn't makes you alive." Adamaz huffed. "Highbloods like you make no sense to me. Kickin' people down so they can't look you in the eye and see what you are, thinking that makes you strong."

Points Total: 129  

[Micillia]

Chiara cocked an eyebrow. When she was younger she might have reacted in anger, but she had experience dealing with lowbloods now. They were like deerbeasts; easily startled, they didn't understand simple words, and you often had to repeat things several times to them. Chiara sighed and stepped back. Obviously she had startled this poor deerbeast and he had reacted aggressively. Being a predator in a troll's body was hard. Chiara returned to a calm voice, trying to be reasonable. "First of all, have i really done anything like 'kicking you down' since we met? I have been nothing but nice and friendly. You are the one that overreacted." Chiara took a deep breath. She wanted to push this harder. Baby steps Chiara said to herself, lowbloods require baby steps

Wizardy Herbert

 

[Wizardy Herbert]

Micillia

Adamaz was less aggressive than when she had shouted at him. There was no more reason to ever let his guard down around this highblood again, as far as he was concerned.

"Called me pathetic Insulted my way of life. Called my hive a hole. That wasn't 'nice.'" Did Chiara know what nice is?

Points Total: 132  

[Micillia]

It was like talking to a potato. His way of speaking was disgraceful and he kept repeating himself and missing her point entirely. This was going to go nowhere. Chiara had been skeptical of the hemosprectrum at first, figuring that it was a blanket statement and there were sure to be unique and intilligent low bloods out there somewhere. This guy, on the other hand, reminded her why the hemospectrum was there in the first place.

Besides, this was boring and she had better things to do. Her exasperation growing she let out one more retort. "And you called me Blueblood skum. After I tried to get you a gift and everything. Looks to me like neither of us are nice at all." Well, this was a waste of time. "Good bye" That was far more of that then Chiara wanted. Talking to idiots was exhausting. It was time to leave.

Wizardy Herbert