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 Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:32 am
Blurry eyes open to see nothing but purple. Lots of purple. A soft moan comes from the barely awake form in similarly be-purpled pajamas. Hands pap to a forehead as the troll utters, "********. oW. Why doES my hEad hurt?"
Sitting upright much too quickly, the troll who can't seem to remember his own name right now hissed in pain as what felt like liquid pain sloshed around from the movement in his thinkpan, "fEElS likE a Sopor haNgovEr but yEt SomEhoW WorSE."
The currently nameless and clueless troll proceeded to stagger to the window of the room that seemed vaguely familiar if not completely purple-ized and proceeded to stare at the even more purple-ful landscape that made the horizon.
What is this troll's name? And please don't be mean, he's in a lot of pain right now.
==>Zaviga Astius.
Yes. Yes, that's his name. Of course it is.
Without even thinking oddly of it Zaviga flew out of the window towards what looked like black plastic skinned people walking around in very odd outfits. Halfway to them he paused.
Was someone whispering?
Zaviga looked up to see nothing but black. But more than nothing. Something? And that something was saying something?
A hand flew to catch Zaviga's head in it's palm as another rush of pain ran through the troll's brain. Whatever it was those things were saying and whatever it was those things were became the furthest things from Zaviga's mind as he remembered why his head was hurting.
Stairs.
And if he was dreaming then that meant he was asleep. With a concussion.
He looked up to find he had reached the figures. One of them was looking at him quizzically while most others continued walking. Zaviga opened his mouth to ask a question before a similarly confused look appeared on the troll's face. He smacked his lips a few times and then asked, "do you taStE miNt?"
And then he disappeared.
And at that instant Zaviga woke up in his house being drenched by what tasted like mint coffee but was glowing a bright green color. With a "bluh!" he got to his feet, an act that stopped the offending liquid. Floating before the troll was the Hogspressosprite with an eager look on it's face, snout dripping with the green liquid.
"thaNk you. iS my luSuS dEad?"
The sprite sagged and let out a very sad oink.
"thEN What arE you WaitiNg for? go prototypE hEr."
The sprite picked up at this and let out a happy oink. A very happy oink indeed.
While Zaviga waited he pulled out his biPhone and read the conversations which had occurred while he had been blacked out. After briefly reading through them he stopped for a moment and then ultimately decided that most everyone seemed okay. He just needed to message two people (technically four), then make it obvious that he was online and willing to talk to his teammates.
solicitousHemopath [SH] pestered crazyC0llec70r [CC]
SH: thaNk you for doiNg all thE hard alchEmizatioN Work for uS, daNWEr
SH: it'S alWayS imprESSivE hoW you SEEm to alWayS makE your plaNS Work.
SH: EvEN if thEy arE horrifically coNvolutEd. ;D
solicitousHemopath [SH] pestered blackoutInfection [BI]
SH: hEllo my cErEhumaN friENd. biggrin
SH: i hopE that by NoW oNE of you Will havE WokEN up to bEgiN playiNg thE gamE.
SH: alSo that NoNE of you havE coNcuSSioNS,
SH: i havE fouNd from pErSoNal ExpEriENcE that coNcuSSioNS Suck.
SH: immENSEly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:09 am
Lohi had managed to, so far as she could tell, clear the area surrounding her home of imps. She got quite a bit of grist out of it and made her way back to her apartment sitting in the dunes like a rectangle monument. On her way back she opened up some of the chats and started to reply.
BA: Lohi sorry i totally forgot
BA: Trying to deal with a nagging sprite who refuses to help me at all
BA: Im heading back to my computer now to start building up the house
YS: Okäÿ, lèt mè knöw whèn ÿöû gèt §tärtèd. I'm jû§t hèädïng bäck tö thè äpärtmènt nöw tö mäkè §ûrè thèrè ärè nö ïmp§ täkïng rèfûgè ïn thèrè fröm thè blöödbäth... Grï§tbäth؟ Thèÿ dön't rèällÿ hävè blööd, mörè lïkè än öözè thät gèt§ lèft bèhïnd ön thè §änd.
YS: Sö fär ä§ I cän tèll thï§ pläcè ï§ äll dè§èrt. I'm §ûrè thèrè ärè §ècrèt§ hïddèn ïn thè §änd§ thöûgh, thï§ wöûldn't bè ä gämè öthèrwï§è. Aftèr I cöllèct §ömè §ûpplïè§ I'm göïng öût tö fïnd §ömèthïng, I dön't cärè whät.
BI: okay guys. i have know idea what's going and still not sure if i want to know, but what happens now?
YS: Nöw wè èxplörè änd trÿ tö mäkè öûr wäÿ thröûgh gätè§ wäÿ ûp ïn thè §kïè§, äccördïng tö Gïlè§prïtè. Wè hävè tö gèt tö thè bättlèfïèld änd "kïck ä löt öf 䧧 ön thè wäÿ."
YS: Appärèntlÿ wè kïck äll öf thè 䧧.
YS: I wänt tö èxplörè mÿ wörld. Shöûldn't thèrè bè §ömèthïng hèrè för mè؟ It löök§ èmptÿ.
SP: Yεs, hεllο.
SP: Wε hαvεn’t spοkεn mυch.
SP: Ιt ιs οf grεαt rεlυctαncε thαt Ι mεntιοn my rεcεnt αwαkεnιng frοm αn υnwαrrαntεd nαp.
SP: Ι hαvε nοt vεntυrεd ουtsιdε οf my hιvε yεt, bυt Ι ιntεnd tο αftεr Ι hαvε rεspοndεd tο thε pιlε οf mεssαgεs thαt hαvε stαckεd υp dυrιng my lεαvε οf cοnscιουsnεss.
SP: Ι αm gοιng tο sεαrch fοr my Lυsυs οncε Ι αm fιnιshεd hεrε.
SP: Ι dο nοt knοw whεrε hε hαs gοnε, αnd ιt ιs bοthεrιng mε.
SP: Thεrε ιs sοpοr slιmε αll οvεr thε flοοr hεrε αnd ιf hε αtε αny οf ιt, thε lαst thιng Ι dεsιrε ιs fοr hιm tο wαndεr οff ιn α stαtε οf ιnhιbιtιοn.
YS: Yèäh thät wöûldn't bè gööd.
YS: Thät §tûff ï§ lïkè ä drûg rïght؟
YS: Or lïkè älcöhöl ör §ömèthïng thät ïnèbrïätè§ thè mïnd.
YS: Wèll, I höpè ÿöû fïnd ÿöûr Lû§û§.
YS: Çän ÿöû lèt mè knöw whät ÿöûr wörld ï§ lïkè whèn ÿöû §tärt èxplörïng ït؟ Mïnè'§ ä dè§èrt wä§tèländ §ö fär ä§ I cän tèll.
YS: I dön't knöw whät I'm göïng tö dö ïf I dön't fïnd §ömèthïng whèn I gèt bäck öût thèrè.
She reached her apartment and opened the door cautiously but found no imps. She would have to check the other rooms to be sure, but she entered the apartment with confidence to go about her work.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:28 pm
His phone bleeped. Looking down at it, he let his gaze skim over the words and blinked, thinking over what he had read, before moving on to the next persons. It was Lohi, finally, and it seemed that she was giving him the okay to start building her house up, which meant he needed to check how much grist she had so that he didn't over spend. Pushing open the door to his room he took a quick look around to be sure that there weren't any imps lying in wait for him, and when he saw that it was clear he moved into the room and closed the door behind him. He slid the phone into his pocket, dropping down into his chair and sliding it to the desk, instantly bringing up palshouter and clicking open the window to respond to the others.
BA: Actually im about to start here momentarily
BA: I simply need to make sure of how much grist you have at the moment so that i dont waste too much of it right away
BA: ...
BA: So you basically have a world covered in sand and i have a world that from what ive seen is covered in a storm of some sort
BA: Though it could be worse then what ive seen I just have to hope that there isnt any snow
Nick hated the cold, despised it actually, and it didn't help any that before he even entered the medium he had lived in Alaska, one of the coldest places on the planet that humans could survive in. He scowled at that fact, remembering how he had complained to his sister many times before about living there, and yet she had refused to move, because their home had apparently belonged to their parents or something. He didn't care about that really, he just cared about the fact that the place was ridiculously cold and that for the first few years of high school he had had to travel through that snow and ice and over the water to get to a small school on the mainland. It was horrible. At least his sister eventually got a clue and managed to home school him. Okay so maybe it wasn't actually his sister who had done the homeschooling, but you get the point right?
It wasn't like he ever really got visitors where he lived anyways. Not when their home was on some random little island off the side of the mainland. No one wanted to travel out that far.
BA: Alright then
BA: Good luck with that and let me know how it goes i guess
BA: Ill try and keep in contact so that i can let you know how the building is going
He was about to click away from the window when he remembered seeing the familiar yellow text that belonged to another of the few humans he knew were in the party. Scrolling back up a bit he read over the guys message and thought about it again. He had entered the medium without knowledge of what he was even doing? Then he paused, remembering something about the person behind the username. He was odd, and sometimes, got on his nerves, but otherwise, he never really spoke to him much. With a sigh he typed a message to him.
BI: okay guys. i have know idea what's going and still not sure if i want to know, but what happens now?
BA: Okay as pernicious says why dont you take a look out your window if you dont know what to do
BA: At least then youll know the basic look of your world
BA: Other then that i guess you could try and talk to your sprite to get information if yours is even any use to you
BA: I know mine isnt
"NICK WHERE ARE YOU?! Okay stupid question, you're probably up in your room but still. NO ONE SAID YOU COULD WALK AWAY FROM ME!! I WASN'T DONE TALKING TO YOU!!"
He cringed, shaking his head and moving the Palshouter to the side of the screen. Bringing up the game screen, he checked how much grist Lohi had and nodded, zooming out and away from the inside of the apartment. He caught sight of her just walking through the door as he readied himself for building up the place. After checking once more the amount of grist she had, he decided on the quickest, safest method he could use to get her to her gate without bleeding her dry. That would most likely cause a lot of troubles for her later on.
"Alright so let's see how this goes."
He muttered to himself before he started to work on getting her to the first gate. He only hoped that it would work out for her or they would have to start again. That would be a pain.
((OOC: Okay so I hope that works out. Let me know if I missed something, though I don't believe I did. Sorry if it's crappy.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 12:27 am
==> Kyanos: Respond to Malina!
silverPegasus [SP] responded to perniciousCatalyst [PC]
SP: Wε αll sεεm tο bε tαkιng strαngε αnd υnιntεndεd nαps.
SP: Ιt ιs dιscοncεrtιng tο sαy thε lεαst.
SP: Bυt Ι αm glαd yου αrε wεll!
SP: Ι wιll bε mοnιtοrιng yουr prοgrεss pεrιοdιcαlly, sο stαy ιn tουch.
SP: Αs fοr nοw, Ι wιll bεgιn εxplοrιng my sυrrουndιngs.
silverPegasus [SP] ceased shouting at perniciousCatalyst [PC]
==> Kyanos: Respond to Canisa Post Haste!
What luck! Your Server Player has contacted you!
silverPegasus [SP] responded to meekOmega [MO]
SP: Gαtε?
SP: Ι αdmιt Ι hαvε nοt hαd α chαncε tο lοοk αrουnd jυst yεt.
SP: Ι trυst ιn yουr jυdgεmεnt, sο αnythιng wιll dο.
SP: Αs fοr thε rεcυpεrαcοοn, Ι bεαr nο ιll wιll.
SP: Ι jυst wοrry my Lυsυs mαy hαvε εαtεn thε slιmε.
SP: Ι αm gοιng tο gο lοοk fοr hιm.
SP: Stαy ιn tουch αnd tαkε cαrε!
SP: θυθ
silverPegasus [SP] ceased shouting at meekOmega [MO]
Five seconds later, after seeing Canisa's shoutout to the team, you feel compelled to comment.
silverPegasus [SP] began shouting at meekOmega [MO]
SP: Οh!
SP: Αt thιs pοιnt Ι wουld nοt bε sυrprιsεd ιf ουr εntιrε tεαm blαckεd ουt υpοn εntεrιng thε Mεdιυm.
SP: Hοw εmbαrαssιng.
SP: Hοwεvεr, Ι wουldn't lεt ιt bοthεr yου.
SP: Ι αm cεrtαιn thαt thιngs wιll tυrn ουt fιnε ιn thε lοng rυn.
SP: Οkαy, nοw tο rεαlly gεt gοιng.
silverPegasus [SP] ceased shouting at meekOmega [MO]
==> Kyanos: Seek Your Lusus!
Time to go-Oh! A brief ping from that Scribbler guy. May as well keep him informed too...
silverPegasus [SP] responded to yesterdaysScribbler [YS]
SP: Ι αm αbουt tο fιnd ουt rιght nοw.
SP: Wιsh mε lυck.
silverPegasus [SP] ceased shouting at yesterdaysScribbler [YS]
Finally snapping his computer shut and Captchalogue-ing it in the process, Kyanos stood and examined his immediate surroundings. The main foyer was large and accommodating, the perfect welcoming hall were he to have any guests. Sadly, Alternian Trolls rarely entertained guests. Still, it was a monument to his skills in hivecraft that such a foyer befit one of his standing. A main staircase wound its way up to a second floor, immaculate in its design, even borrowing some from the human architecture he had observed while perusing its ancient history. He had been particularly fond of Greek collumns, and so they made the posts that lined the banister leading up the spiraling steps.
A small pooling of Sopor Slime had trickled to where he had parked himself previously, and he wrankled his nose. Guess I won't be getting any sleep in that for a while... Oh well. The Rocketeer statue was gone, leaving the center of the foyer rather bare and empty... save for the overturned Recuperacoon and the mess left by it.
Compelled by a need to find his Lusus, the Indigo blooded Troll was a bit perturbed to notice hoof prints near the slimey goop splayed across the floor. They led off out of the main foyer and to the deck he had built outside when he was barely out of his grub stage. Kyanos shook his head and grumbled. This wouldn't do.
==> Kyanos: Clean up this mess!
He didn't have to be told to do that twice. Besides, he wasn't being told to do anything! He was gonna clean it up anyway. But first he had to find something to put it in. No way the Indigo blood would ever let it just sit in his inventory, being all messy and unclean!
Kyanos made way to his hive's cordoned off Mastication Chamber. Which is where he stuffed his face with food every day. What did YOU think that word meant? A snack would be nice, so he grabbed some delicious looking Fruit By The Foot! That shouldn't weigh too much in the ol' PipBoy. There was something to be said about this strange Human snack. Whoever this Betty Crocker was, she certainly sounded like an upstanding and excellent confectioner of highest standing and definitely not evil. Evil definitely doesn't taste so good.
An empty bottle would also suffice for what he needed, so he quickly grabbed one and absconded back to the foyer.
==> Kyanos: Use Empty Bottle With Sopor Slime
There. All clean! Placing the brand new filled Bottle of Sopor Slime into his PipBoy, he felt accomplished. NOW he could find where his Lusus had scampered off to, and maybe get a good look at the situation outside. Of course, finding a potentially drugged up flying hoofbeast might prove... difficult.
==> Kyanos: Leave Hive
Right. Time to finally see what's outside. Following the hoof prints, Kyanos took one poignant step onto his front deck and halted immediately. This... Wasn't where he had been before. Blinking, he stared up at an endless expanse of starlight, practically overwhelmed by how vast and gigantic it all was. In fact, for a brief moment, he felt tiny. Infinitesimal.
He was, in fact, so wowed by the sight that he had failed to notice the tiny foes now surrounding him. The gabbing sounds quickly pulled the Troll from his stargazing, bringing him back to the situation on his front stoop. Imps. A lot of them.
With a reflexive twirl of his Lance, he readied himself for battle...
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 4:44 pm
CC: "Dude, mip0r7an7? Really? Did y0u ju27 7ype 7ha7? Wha7 d0e2 7ha7 even mean? 0bvi0u2ly y0u're que27i0n2 can'7 be 7ha7 imp0r7an7 if y0u can'7 even de2cribe 7hem wi7h pr0per 2pelling."
-"Y0u need 70... wha7? Rem0ve 7he... fake fr0m 20me7hing?"
-"0kay, I 7hink I kn0w wha7 y0u need 70 d0... Y0u need 70 fin2 an07her i7em 7ha7 ha2 a2 li77le in c0mm0n wi7h 7he i7em y0u wan7 70... unfakify, 07her 7han i7'2 fakene22. 0kay, 7ha7 2en7ence 20und2 20 27upid, bu7 anyway, 7hen y0u need 70 find 0u7 wha7 par72 0f 7heir c0de2 are 7he 2ame, and 7ake 0ne 0f 7h02e par72 0u7 a7 a 7ime, and 2ee wha7 happen2. Make 2ure y0u rec0rd which h0le y0u changed, and i7 2h0uld be 7he 2ame f0r all y0ur replica i7em2." -"Hey, I have 20me w0rk 70 d0. Y0u 7ry 7ha7, and 7ell me if i7 w0rk2 la7er."EO: It me4n5… More Import4nt! Th4t'5 why the M'5 in front! Ye4h! Jeeze. You 5hould know the5e thing5!
EO: 4nyw4y, ye4h, th4t 5ound5 promi5ing! Though… tediou5. VERY tediou5. Bl4rg. Oh well… I'll get to it I gue55.After sending off his last response, Tuluch went over to his big display shelf and looked for something fake that wasn't a sword. He ended up grabbing a Sonic the hedgehog figurine, and made a nice punch card with it. He did the same with his Master Sword replica and compared the holes. He picked a set of holes to remove from the punches and alchemized thusly, gaining him an equally fake… Bokoblin sword."Th4t… i5 NOT wh4t I w45 4fter. I… think I removed the "m4in Ch4r4Cter" 45peCt from the C4rd5. Guh."He stuck the square, beaten sword into his strife specibus in case he needed it later, and took another look at the cards. It was even more of a piece of junk than his current replicas, but it'd do if something happened to his others. He looked over the codes again, made sure not to mess with the same holes, and tried again. This time, the result was a nice looking, normal sword."Thi5 look5 more promi5ing! Though… it'5 not the M45ter 5word. It look5 re4lly 4ver4ge."Upon closer inspection, however, he found it to still be a cheap replica. Not real metal, no edge, if sharpened would amount to about as much as it does now. Still not a real weapon."4RGH! Re4lly?! Thi5 i5 5o FRU5TR4TING!"He decided that he could handle one more try and ran another set of changes through the machines. He was pretty sure about this one… the price was astounding. The most expensive thing he'd made thus far, beyond any doubt. It HAD to be real… But then, at this price, he wouldn't be able to make any more. At least for a WHILE, anyway.==>"HEY! LISTEN!" "The HECK?" He was pretty sure he heard… something. And he had a sudden urge to either MAIM AND KILL something small and shiny, or to listen closely to… someone. What was that all about?==> "MAKE THE BIG SHINY SWORD!" Tuluch had definitely… made up his mind? Yeah… he walked over to the machine and very definitively alchemized the VERY expensive sword. He still had SOME grist left, but not a great deal. Certainly not enough to make Excalibur.
Tuluch stepped up onto the pedestal and wrapped his left hand (to be cannonically accurate) around the pommel and heaved the unmistakable master sword from its perch. The metal shimmered for an instant, the glow running down the length of the blade and into the hilt, eventually finding its way into Tuluch's own fingers. As the seemingly living light made its way into his skin, a blindingly bright Triforce began to shine on the back of his hand, with his symbol very distinctly etched into the center. He suddenly realized the mistake he'd made and switched hands before the bond could be finalized, and the light very abruptly fled his left hand. As he tossed the sword from one hand to the other, a shimmering arc of light followed, nearly exploding as it clashed into his right hand. As the process repeated itself, binding the mystic power of the sword to his RIGHT hand, the Triforce faded only partially from his LEFT hand. Once the sword had finished, signaling its success with a sudden flash of pure white light, Tuluch whipped out his phone and sent off another message to Dan with somewhat shaky hands.EO: DUDE! You were RIGHT! It WORKED! You h4ve NO IDE4! I don't ju5t h4ve the m45ter 5word… I 4CTU4LLY H4VE 4 my5tiC4l 5word th4t hold5 the power of EVIL'5 B4NE! I will be FRE4KING UN5TOP4BLE with thi5 5word!
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:17 am
Danwer picked up the Glasses Headtop, and put them on. They powered up, and his glasses displayed the desktop his computer had, and did, in fact, have all the functionality of his computer, with the portability of his glasses. He smirked. "Ye2, 7he2e will d0 nicely."
Then, he turned back to the alchemy station, alchemized the other item, and got... A wrist worn, portable alchemy station! That.... happened to be a cheap knock off, and clearly had no real functionality other than looking all kinds of cool. He'd... have to ask Tuluch what he did to make his sword not fake, if he managed to succeed.
Just at that moment, as though on que, Tuluch messaged him on Palshouter. He had, in fact, succeeded. Danwer responded. CC: "Alrigh7, awe20me. N0w, can y0u 7ell me which par7 0f 7he c0de y0u al7ered. I 2eem 70 need 70 d0 20me7hing 2imilar, by rand0m happen27ance. I ju27 alchemized a p0r7able alchemy 27a7i0n, bu7 i7... ju27 20 happen2 70 be a 70y."
Right after finishing his message, he heard his doorbell go off. Which was odd for two reasons. The first was that he did not expect company other than imps, and imps really wouldn't bother ringing the doorbell, the second was... no one but imps should be able to reach him right now. He left his room, making sure that there were no imps between himself and the door.
Just a couple had made their way back into the house, and he dispatched them quickly with his staff. Despite the generally non-lethal nature of his abstratus, a swift crack to the head seemed to leave them rather gristsploded. That is now a word. Danwer didn't care whether it was or not. He was going to use it, and make it a word that everyone used. This was an indisputable fact. He liked that word.
He opened the door, to find no one standing on his doorstep. He looked around, and then looked down to find an overly large book that looked like it was very old, and a medallion of a stylized sun on a silver chain. He captchaloqued them in separate captchaballs. He would read the book and study the pendant later. He had more alchemizing to do, and Tuluch was liable to answer him soon.
But before he did, he got a message from Kyanos. Responding to... the message from when danwer had faceplanted on his keyboard. CC: "7ha7 mean2 7ha7 I face plan7ed 0n my keyb0ard. Pre77y much every0ne 700k an unexpec7ed nap af7er en7ering 7he Medium. D0n'7 feel bad ab0u7 i7. Y0u weren'7 0u7 l0ng. I7'2 0nly been a few h0ur2 2ince 7uluch en7ered, and he wa2 fir27."
Then he g07 an07her message, this time from Zaviga Astius. Oh, it was in response to his posts in the Alchemy Memo. CC: "I7'2 n0 pr0blem, Zaviga. 7he way I 2ee i7, I will likely need help wi7h 7ha7 kind 0f 7hing la7er, when every0ne el2e ha2 had a chance 70 find 0u7 c00l 7hing2. I cann07 p022ibly 7hink 0f every c00l 7hing y0u c0uld d0. Al20, if we all 2hare 7he c0de2 f0r 0ur i7em2, we are m0re likely 70 27umble up0n 7he c0de2 f0r 0verp0wered i7em2."
Then, all that was left to do was wait for Tuluch to respond.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 3:40 pm
Eric ran his fingers through his hair and winced when they grazed over the sore spot from his unexpected collision with the floor. It didn't help when Carlasprite started rubbing her face against his hair. Which was a normal thing, but very unhelpful. Sighing, Eric pushed her away, but not after she wiped her drool in his hair.
"This is why no one likes you," he said, whipping his hair with his sleeve. It was still damp, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
Carlasprite went back knocking things over on his shelves. Groaning, he went to stand up, but chiming from his computer distracted him.
silverPegasus [SP] responded to blackoutInfection[BI]
SP: Ι αm ιn thε sαmε prεdιcαmεnt.
SP: Ι οnly jυst nοw αwοkε tο α tοrrεnt οf mεssαgεs.
SP: Αftεr Ι wαs αppαrεntly αslεεp.
SP: Fοr αn εmbαrαssιngly υnknοwn αmουnt οf tιmε.
SP: Ιf Ι lεαrn αnythιng, Ι wιll lεt yου knοw.
SP: Rιght nοw Ι hαvε tο cοntαct my Clιεnt Plαyεr, αs Ι dο nοt sεε αny mεssαgεs frοm hεr.
SP: Ιf yου hαvε hεαrd αnythιng, ιt wουld bε wιsε tο kεεp ουr cο-plαyεrs ιnfοrmεd.
Eric raised an eyebrow at that. The terms 'Client player' confused him for a moment before he remembered who exactly that was. He had the nagging feeling that there was more to that, but couldn't remember. Maybe his client player would know something.
blackoutInfection[BI] responded to silverPegasus[SP]
BI: thanks for the info. i'll let you know if i figure anything out.
BI: nice to know i wasn't the only one sleeping on the job.
BI: anyway, good luck with your client player, whoever she is.
blackoutInfection[BI] ceased responding to silverPegasus[SP]
Something shattered and Eric suppressed the urge to scream. Another chim caused his eye to twitch, but he opened the message anyway.
perniciousCatalyst [PC] began trolling blackoutInfection [BI]
PC:
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PC: <;_;>
Eric glanced over at his window. It was wide open and he would bet money that Cuz had gone through it recently. He had no idea why but it seemed like the man didn't know how to use doors. What really got his attention though was how dark it was outside. He knew it couldn't be that late could it? There was something else off, but more chiming returned his focus to his computer.
derivativeTesitmony [DT] began shouting at blackoutInfection [BI]
DT: Seth
DT: Seeeeeeeeeeeeth
DT: Seth wat's hapning is this wat the game was sposed to do?
Eric smirked. Of course she was confused, but he wasn't exactly bursting with knowledge at the moment either. Quickly, he typed back a response. Hearing several beeps as he did.
blackoutInfection[BI] shouted at derivativeTesitmony[DT]
BI: sorry. seth isn't here at the moment. leave a message and he'll get back to you as soon as he's not indisposed.
If he found out something useful before that he'd let her know of course, but this way he'd have time to actually find something instead of walking her through everything. Honestly he was amazed she could even figure out how to respond to him in the first place.
The next couple of posts went on about "dreamselves" whatever that was. He decided to just ignore it and check the rest of his messages. He smiled when he notice that Zaviga messaged him. Maybe he had some answers.
solicitousHemopath [SH] pestered blackoutInfection [BI]
SH: hEllo my cErEhumaN friENd.
SH: i hopE that by NoW oNE of you Will havE WokEN up to bEgiN playiNg thE gamE.
SH: alSo that NoNE of you havE coNcuSSioNS,
SH: i havE fouNd from pErSoNal ExpEriENcE that coNcuSSioNS Suck.
SH: immENSEly.
Quickly, he responded.
BI: i'm awake and concussion free, but i still have a pounding headache
BI: the floor is an uncomfortable sleeping place and i do not recommend it. ever.
BI: how'd you get a concussion anyway?
BI: please tell me you didn't wake up on the floor.
BI: also, do you know what i'm supposed to be doing?
BI: i was not awake when instructions were being handed out and i can't remember anything from before i woke up.
He heard a thunk to his left and remembered Caralsprite was still wrecking havoc to his possessions and introducing them to the floor. Jumping up he chased her around his room. Eventually she went through the window and Eric snapped it shut. For now she could stay out there or at least until he got a useful response from someone.
A couple other people messaged him, but he didn't put to much confidence in it. There was no way he was talking to his sprite anytime soon and he had no idea who or what's a** he was supposed to kick. The only constant thing was everyone telling him to look out his window, but all he could see was Carlasprite and a few buildings. Buildings? That didn't sound right. Last he checked they lived in the middle of the woods, which was a horrible idea considering his Cuz had set them on fire at least three times in the last five years. What was really weird was that it looked like some of them were covered in slashes of paint. He debated whether or not he should go outside and check it out, but decided to wait for more information.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 10:34 am
 ;Canisa Renees;
The Maid of Life ==> Canisa: Decide whether or not to respond to Kyanos' response.Oh, but he already left the message, twice even! She didn't need to comment, though she felt the need to thank him. And not to mention he might not want her to distract him from cleaning up his hive. Yes, it would be best to just wait until he's done and she has something important to tell him other than thanks. But he did tell her to stay in touch, and he told her to take care, so she should tell him that too right? Maybe she should mess-- ==> Seriously, Canisa? Seriously?What? These are real concerns that trouble the mind. ==> Just don't waste hours pondering this and start building up his hive already.But-- ==> WITHOUT messaging him. Do that later. See, right now he's fighting. You'd only distract him now. You lost your window, so just wait for another.Only a few moments had passed when Canisa decided--was compelled/ordered to by herself?-- not to message him just yet. Why she even made it such a big issue was beyond her. Right now though, she needed to build up to her client's hive and also wait for news from her own server player, who was starting to worry her with her silence. Then there was the problem with her dreamself, maybe Danwer would know what she should do about it? She'd send him a quick message before starting on her building. meekOmega [MO] began shouting at crazyC0llec70r [CC]MO: Hello Danwer, צou maצ have alreadצ seen mצ post about it but I wanted to know what צou thought I should do about the problem of mצ dreamself..
MO: Should I just forget about it and take it as the first lost of manצ..?
MO: I had hoped I wouldn't lose a life like that so soon, but I guess that's that..
MO: ;n;
MO: Sorrצ for bothering צou about it, if I am..!She sighed and minimized the chat when she was done, hoping she hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe it'd be best if she just-- wait. She felt warmth behind her when she hadn't before. Was there someone, or something behind her? Oh god. Her fingers twitched as she nervously reached for her strife specibus, and--after setting her husktop on the couch cushion beside her-- she slowly rose. She only had a second to take the bone out of her deck before the thing attacked, so she had to be ready to whirl. The familiar weight of the bone landed in her grip, and she turned and raised it at the same time. "Eep..!" She squeaked in surprised relief when she only saw her sprite, Lanternsprite. Even if it had been an enemy, she probably wouldn't have been able to hit it with the couch between them. After dropping her hand with her weapon to her chest to calm her vascular pump, she remembered that she still had one more prototyping to do. "Oh.. right.. I nearlצ forgot all about that.. Sorrצ about being spooked sprite..!" Of course, Lanternsprite couldn't answer her, and only glowed brighter. Canisa gave it a small, watery smile and motioned for it to follow her as she headed for the front door. She had already confronted the scene outside it before she entered the Medium, but it was still upsetting to see the large body of her shaggy white lusus on the ground. Screwing her eyes shut, she waved her hand towards where she remembered her sprite to be and back towards her lusus. "If צou wouldn't mind, I'd like צou to absorb and proto-tצpe with Dogmom..!" Without ceremony or further ado necessary, Lanternsprite floated over Greatdogmom and proto-typed with her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 4:18 pm
==> Malina: Stop being so gog damn useless!
She was beginning to get rather sick of her laptop and a switch to the nearest touchpad handheld device was in order. Immediately upon logging onto the outdated, yet oh-so-retro, program of trollian, she was pestered by more messages.
perniciousCatalyst started trolling derivitiveTestimony
PC:
PC:
PC: <;_;>
That was rather awkward. She'd never spoken two words to her and somehow she gets mistaken for another person. This must be corrected. Her quadrants are particularly empty and this has been a disgrace as of late!
PC:
PC:
There. All finished.
Sergesprite was off killing some imps, and this little "quest" of his was really helpful. She pick up some grist and return back to your program for some more necessary socializing.
Is the Jadeblood even alive? She really should have been more worried, but Zav isn't the type to die so easily. He probably has contingency plans for this too.
Not that she'd know.
perniciousCatalyst started trolling solicitousHemopath
PC:
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PC:
PC: <;_;>
Not exactly very eloquent, but it will suffice. She's not exactly comfortable with speaking to certain people in the group and he is one of them. Must be the Beforan thing, she assumes.
Canisa's problem worries her.
perniciousCatalyst started trolling meekOmega
PC:
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Malina realizes that since she recently woke up, trying to go back to sleep now would be pointless. She just awkwardly closes that chat log and returns back to... Kyanos!
PC:
PC:
PC: <;P>
==> Malina: Check up on your lusus.
Oh gog damn it, Sergesprite is not an enemy!
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 6:48 pm
Jenn shooed Archersprite back. He was nice enough, but she needed her personal space. Especially when it involved glowing floaty things with ghost butts. She glanced back at her computer screen- ooh, lovely, she had some replies. But why were there two tab-y things on the Palshouter window?
Whatever.
blackoutInfection[BI] shouted at derivativeTesitmony[DT]
BI: sorry. seth isn't here at the moment. leave a message and he'll get back to you as soon as he's not indisposed.
DT: Wat
DT: Where is he then
DT: & who the hell r u?
DT: I rlly dont get this game
Lovely. She had absolutely no clue what was going on and Seth wasn't Seth. And also his typing was in a different color? Well, he did SPEAK like he wasn't Seth. Maybe she got the wrong user? That happened often enough....
No. That was blackoutInfection. What the hell?
The other tab-y thing in the Palshouter window started flashing. She clicked it experimentally, and saw that this one was, in fact, the wrong user. Whoops. But, her embarrassment faded a lot after the eighteenth time she started a chat with the wrong person, and she discarded it.
perniciousCatalyst started trolling derivitiveTestimony
PC:
PC:
PC: <;_;>
PC:
PC:
Well, she seemed nice enough. And Seth wasn't answering, either... May as well talk to the random nice person.
derivitiveTestimony[DT] shouted at perniciousCatalyst[PC]
DT: Oh heh srry
DT: My bad
DT: But actually I'm doin ok thx for askin
DT: I actuly slept well
DT: Hey u dont hapn to no anythin bout this game do u?
DT: I'm like rlly confusd & my friends not anserin me
There, yes, good. That was taken care of. But what to do now was the question. Maybe she should... Captchalog some more things? But Jenn had no clue what she might need. Maybe she should try to find her aunt. Usually she'd at least pop her head in whenever there was a loud noise, and popping the top off that machine-y thing hadn't been quiet.
But if she left to look around she might miss the game instructions for a second time. Which would be annoying. Maybe she should wait for people to message her back first?
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 10:33 pm
Tuluch just couldn't get over how cool this sword was. It was heavy, but somehow not more than he could handle. He even felt that the weight was useful when swinging it. And if he swung it just right, the blade actually shimmered as it slid through the air. If he put the right concentration behind the swing, it left after-images. No… concentration wasn't the word he was looking for… more like intent. It was like he had to FEEL it, to let it become part of him, if even for just that instant as it sliced through the air like a ship through calm water…
Heh… I bet if anyone could READ the ongoing monologue in my head, they'd think I was--
His thoughts- and internal monologue- were interrupted by a certain phone, which went off at the exact same time as his computer. Inundated by sudden and LOUD sounds as he was, he very nearly fell over. Though, his sword didn't budge from his fingers. It seemed losing his grip wasn't very likely with this one. He sat down at his computer to reply, as typing was considerably faster there than on his admittedly very smart phone.
CC: "Alrigh7, awe20me. N0w, can y0u 7ell me which par7 0f 7he c0de y0u al7ered. I 2eem 70 need 70 d0 20me7hing 2imilar, by rand0m happen27ance. I ju27 alchemized a p0r7able alchemy 27a7i0n, bu7 i7... ju27 20 happen2 70 be a 70y."
Well, that wasn't quite the level of excitement he was expecting… or hoping for, to be completely honest. Ah well, can't expect--
"W4it… he did WH4T? H4H4! Th4t'5 HY5TERIC4L! DUDE!"
EO: H4H4!
- How'd you m4n4ge th4t?!
- 4nd… wh4t g4ve you the 5troke of geniu5 th4t m4de you think to m4ke one of tho5e??
- Th4t 5eem5 like it'd be re4lly u5eful!
- 4t 4ny r4te, b45ic4lly, I figured out whiCh 5et of punChe5 involved the thing not being re4l, ju5t like you 54id. It didn't t4ke quite 45 long 45 I thought it would, either. Here, I'll 5end you 4 pic from my phone… I'll CirCle the hole5 you w4nt to remove, h4ng on
He got up from his computer to take the pic, and realized he'd forgotten to take his phone out of his pocket. It had turned off.
"OH, for…"
After turning his phone back on, and waiting for what seemed like half an hour for it to do finish its fancy 'boot up' animation and sequence, he then realized that the cards were all tossed together in a pile.
"Oh, COME ON! 5mooth."
Once he'd sifted through them and was totally SURE he had the right one, he sent the pic off and was done with it.
-http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc122/egoOptimistC45/NoFakePunchCard.jpg
- There y4 go, th4t 5hould work
==> STOP MESSING AROUND AND USE THAT SHINY NEW SWORD!
After that, he decided it was time to actually USE his amazing, shimmering sword of Evil's Bane. That… WAS him deciding, right? Yeah. Of course it was. But first, he felt he needed to address something.
"Hey, Sonicsprite… After making this sword, well, I don't have enough to make one for you. I know I said I would, but… it was WAY more grist than I expected it to be… would you be ok with still using the replica…? It's from your game and everything, it's just not… super shiny and full of magic."
"Hey, don't sweat it! I don't mind using that one, I've got plenty of magic on my own!"
"4WE5OME! 4wright then, 45 they u5ed to 54y b4Ck inn4 D4Y, let'5 DO IT TO IT!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 11:59 am
Danwer leaned back in his chair, and put his hands on the back of his head. Now, it was just a waiting- His Palshouter went off. Maybe it was Tuluch getting- Nope. It was Canisa. He hadn't talked to her since the game started.
MO: Hello Danwer, צou maצ have alreadצ seen mצ post about it but I wanted to know what צou thought I should do about the problem of mצ dreamself..
MO: Should I just forget about it and take it as the first lost of manצ..?
MO: I had hoped I wouldn't lose a life like that so soon, but I guess that's that..
MO: ;n;
MO: Sorrצ for bothering צou about it, if I am..!
Danwer smiled a little. Canisa was pretty cute sometimes.
CC: "I'm 2ure y0ur dream 2elf i2 fine, Cani2a. I7'2 n07 7ha7 far fr0m y0ur r00m 70 7he gr0und, and I've heard 7r0ll2 0f y0ur 2ign are pre77y hard 70 kill. I'm 2ure 7he Der2i7e medic2 will ge7 70 y0u quickly, 7hey have 70 be 0n 70p 0f 7heir game. Falling i2 n07 7he m0du2 0perandi 0f m027 injurie2 0n Der2e, bu7 2eri0u2 injurie2 happen m0re frequen7ly 7han m027 07her place2. I'll... be 2ure 70 check in 0n y0u nex7 7ime I have 7ime f0r a nap, 20 I d0n'7 2ugge27 g0ing 70 2leep un7il I d0. If y0ur dream 2elf i2 dead... I'm n07 en7irely cer7ain where y0u g0 while y0u 2leep."
After tabbing out of that conversation, Danwer stared at his ceiling for a while. The last few hours had been crazy. Danwer decided to read that journal he had found.
'The Journal of the Olive Watcher'. Danwer had heard of this troll, though what he heard had been sparse and far between. But he had heard enough to have strong suspicions that this troll was his ancestor from whom most of his genetic makeup was derived.
He began reading the journal. It was enthralling. He didn't even notice when his Palshouter went off again. This was a part of recent history that had not been told to anybody before. All the conspiracy and shadowy actions over the past two centuries were described in here. Some of these things, Danwer had heard of before, but this was conclusive proof. And he was the only one who knew. That realization gave him chills. At the very end of the book, the amulet he had received along with it was described, and it was revealed to him that the Watcher was, in fact, his ancestor. Or someone was playing a terrible prank on him, but judging by his current situation, that seemed highly improbable.
At last, he closed the book. And let out a long breath. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. He picked up the amulet, and decided to put it on, and tuck it into his shirt. It would likely be useful at some point.
That is when he noticed the tab on Palshouter that was flashing. Tuluch had finally responded to him, and he had missed it at first.
EO: H4H4!
- How'd you m4n4ge th4t?!
- 4nd… wh4t g4ve you the 5troke of geniu5 th4t m4de you think to m4ke one of tho5e??
- Th4t 5eem5 like it'd be re4lly u5eful!
- 4t 4ny r4te, b45ic4lly, I figured out whiCh 5et of punChe5 involved the thing not being re4l, ju5t like you 54id. It didn't t4ke quite 45 long 45 I thought it would, either. Here, I'll 5end you 4 pic from my phone… I'll CirCle the hole5 you w4nt to remove, h4ng on
-http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc122/egoOptimistC45/NoFakePunchCard.jpg
Danwer looked at the image, and compared it to the code for his toy alchemy station, and they did, indeed share the suggested traits. Danwer entered the new, altered, code for the toy alchemy station and proceeded to create the new item.
Danwer smirked. This was exactly what he had wanted. He now possessed a real Wrist Mounted Alchemy Station. Now he could move on to making things of a slightly more combat oriented nature.
Danwer grabbed the code for his Hefty Traveling Stick, and a code he had checked while he was combining all of his cards into one captchaball. The code was for his Counter/Burn deck. The deck focused on not allowing his opponents to perform any spells by using counterspells, and then burning them to death with the mana left over. He combined the codes in two different ways, to see what he got, and what he liked more.
Hefty Traveling Stick && Counter/Burn Deck
Hefty Traveling Stick || Counter/Burn Deck
==> Mage: Be the Other Guy
Danwer gets the strange urge to... be someone else. He's not entirely sure how to handle that. Besides he's far too busy being himself to be someone else-
==> MAGE: BE. THE. OTHER. GUY.
Danwer is now the Olive Watcher.
Amelia Tarapt, also known as the Olive Watcher, takes in the scenery on this new world. It was pretty bleak, to be honest. But she didn't mind. It had been her decision to come here, a decision which she made against the better judgement of her companions. She had needed to feel like she still had free will, and this was the first thing she thought of.
Before she had left the premises of her descendant's hive, she had been spotted by his lusus. It had reminded her of her own, who had died of old age several years ago. Snoleos were notorious for dying before the trolls they are bonded to.
The lusus had decided to follow her, and she had not argued with it. It was generally a bad idea to argue with a lusus that was not your own. Even an angered Tinkerbull could be quite terrifying.
The Watcher spotted a purple ship land in the distance, and several black creatures get off. She had dealt with some of these on her way to... wherever it was that she was, and they weren't much of a challenge for her. When the ship did not take off, she decided she wanted to take that ship, and use it to explore this place more thoroughly. She smiled a toothy, cat-like grin, and stalked her way closer to the ship, her descendant's lusus in tow.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 8:42 am
“^lright, guys really stay here. ^s in don’t move the damn ship anywhere. (,et it?” The first mate agreed Baikal jumped off the edge of the boat and begun making his way back home. It didn’t take long, he had been out of contact for too long. He needed to alchemize himself some way of actually talking with people on the move. Why he didn’t do that earlier? Oh yeah, Pirates. So much more important at the time. SO much more important. But anyways, reaching his house and swimming through his now shattered window. Assuring himself pirates were more important than his window once again. Sitting down in his chair he observed his new messages and shuttered. Kyanos...
==>Baikal: Prove you are superior!
No. No thank you. Seriously no, talking to him always dappens your mood. Buuuuuut..... it would be rude if you didn’t....
SP: Ι normαlly woυld υsε thιs opportυnιty to poιnt oυt how poorly thιs rεflεcts υpon yoυr lεαdεrshιp skιlls αs α Fυchsια Blood.
SP: Howεvεr, ιt αppεαrs thαt υnεxpεctεd nαps αrε α thιng thαt ιsn’t not hαppεnιng.
SP: So εnjoy α brιεf rεprιεvε from my scorn whιlε Ι αttεmpt thε ιmpossιblε tαsk of ιnιtιαtιng somε kιnd of cιvιl dιscoυrsε bεtwεεn υs.
SP: Ι jυst wokε υp mysεlf αnd fεεl thε nεεd, dεspιtε my υttεr loαthιng of yoυ αnd yoυr ιmpossιblε cιphεr of α typιng qυιrk, to bεcomε αbrεαst of thε sιtυαtιon.
PP: vvhile it is strange to hear you actually trying to talk to me in a civil manner I call a truce.
PP: |=or now, and only now.
PP: | have made some progress here, | secured myself a ship and crew. PP: 3ven while | loathe the mere sight of you'r colored text | can't bring myself to hate you more then the stupid turtles that live on my world.
| had to tell them not to move at least 100 times.
PP: 0h and normally | would have had some form of cruel and unusual comment about you but | am in such a mood | could care less.
Closing the program, he got up captchlogued the computer and went down to his alchemizer and started to ponder the ******** out of what he should use for mobile communication. Taking off his hat to run his fingers through his hair. Looking down at the hat Baikal Smiled, first making a copy of his hat and comp just in case.
Awesome Pirate hat && Computer
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:58 pm
After a while Nick found himself reaching a point in his building where he had to pause. He didn't want to drain the other of all of her grist, knowing she would probably need some for Alchemizing and such. Moving back from his computer a bit and stretching he tried to work out what he should do next. For a moment his gaze flickered over to the hole in his wall, and he debated on actually looking outside for longer then the few seconds he had earlier.
"Right, well no wonder the inside of my room is so cold. I should tear into my Server Player about that later. Though..I don't know..something seems a little off about him this time around. Not to mention his text color seems different then it had been. Ah whatever...Wait..what the hell was that?!"
==> Nick: It would probably be best to turn around now.
Wait, what? Wasn't that pretty obviously from the start? I mean, who hears a loud crashing sound and doesn't turn around? He would probably be an idiot not to right? Why was he arguing with himself anyways, and was that really a thought that actually crossed his mind? How stupid!?
As quickly as he could (in what little time he had to) he pushed himself and his computer chair forward a bit before launching himself off of it. Then using one foot to spin the chair so that the back of it faced whatever had made the sound, he slammed it hard with a kick that sent it flying in the culprits direction. Hearing something grunt and then growl along with the sound of the chair breaking against either it or the wall he snapped his head up, ready to bring his swords out in a flash if need be. However he barely had time to register the black form of the rather large imp and a blur of white before the butt of a gun was slammed across the side of his head.
The last conscious thought he had (At least for now, and in the waking world) slipped through his mind as his vision blurred, went black, and he felt himself hit the ground hard.
'Oh, great, just started the game and already I'm probably dead.'
However Nick found himself sitting up rather quickly on Derse, his head aching like crazy, vision slightly blurry and to top it off, he was dizzy and felt sick. It passed for the most part rather quickly though and he looked around himself. Well, at least he was alive still here. Shaking his head he pushed up off of the bed, desperately looking for a computer of some sort. Of course, he didn't find one.
"Great, just great. Oh wait, do I still have my laptop?"
Quickly he brought his laptop out, glad that he actually had one with him. How he had it here, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't complaining. Quickly he opened his palshouter and opened a chat with Danwer.
ballisticAdversary began shouting at crazyC0llec70r
ballisticAdversary began shouting at blackoutInfection
BA: Hey i seem to have run into a problem
BA: I am not conscious right now it seems and i could use your help
BA: Would one of you mind connecting to me and checking to see if im dead
BA: I seem to have been hit rather harshly in the head with the back end of a rifle
==> Nick: Be someone else for a moment please
Wait what? How does that make any sense, how can you be someone else? That's not physically possible is it? Nick was beginning to wonder if he had been hit in the head so hard that it was effecting his dream self. That would be horrible.
==> Nick: Just listen and do as you are told
He was still confused but he was willing to try, if it was even possible of course...which he doubted.
Nick is no longer himself, but someone, who in fact, just watched him get knocked out by an imp who shouldn't have even been there in the first place. A shotgun was gripped in her clawed ghost hands, her dog ears were back, and a snarl slid threateningly through her lips.
"WHO THE HECK TOLD YOU YOU COULD KNOCK MY BROTHER OUT YOU OVER SIZED FREAK OF NATURE!?!?!?! NO ONE BEATS HIM UP BUT ME GOT IT!? NO ONE!!!"
The shotgun was aimed at the imp and the trigger pulled, the sprite version of Nick's sister's eyes narrowed as she watched the bullets blow holes through the large imp. He, of course, was still standing. Go figure. He was, after all, a higher leveled enemy. What was he even doing there though? Eh, stupid question, it wasn't what mattered at the moment, because he had knocked her brother out, and she wasn't going to stand for it. Switching the shotgun out for a length of barbed wire that she pulled painfully tight in her fingers, she got ready to make her move, very aware that the imp was aiming the rifle at her and about to pull the trigger. Right before it did, however, she moved, so quickly she was almost a blurr, and stopped behind the thing. In one fluid movement she brought the sharp wire up and over its head until she had it wrapped around the things throat. Once it was in place she quickly pulled back on it, squeezing until the thing exploded into grist.
It was brutal, she knew, but she wasn't going to stand by...well, technically float, and watch her brother get killed by some black blob with a rifle. She quickly dropped the barbed wire and moved to Nick's side checking to be sure he was still alive. He was, though bleeding slightly. Probably would have a bit of a concussion, but otherwise would be fine. Man did he have a hard head.
Honestly, now that she had a moment to think back on the mini strife with the imp, she realized that she had never been able to move that quickly before. In the end though she simply decided to blame it on the fact that she was now a sprite. Or maybe it was the dog in her? Oh, yeah, that definitely helps the thought process. Ticking herself off by thinking about the fact that her unconscious, and possibly concussed little brother, turned her into a floating furry with a ghost butt was definitely the way to keep from wanting to make sure he didn't wake back up. She decided to let it go....at least for now.
==> Nick: Okay be yourself again.
He still had no clue what that even meant, when he was never really anyone else but himself in the first place, right? Man, he was beginning to understand how people with multiple personalities had to feel, constantly having to become someone else. Granted, for the most part the main personality never really knew about the others unless told, but the other ones knew right? Well...maybe, he wasn't a professional on the subject and honestly, he didn't think he knew anyone with that problem anyways, so what did it matter?
It didn't, that's how much it mattered.
Nick sighed and stood, leaving the laptop on the bed as he moved to the window in his room. Glancing out he took in the scenery, which, wasn't much really. All he could see were a few towers and the Dersites below ambling through the streets. He wasn't willing to leave his room yet, to be honest, so he remained where he was, just watching as things went on and waiting for some sort of response.
((OOC: Alright guys I edited the post a bit, whether for better or worse, I'm not sure, you go ahead and let me know. I included Seth/Eric/Rail this time, since I suddenly remembered that they were my Server player and Nick should probably at some point actually contact him other then to give him advice which wasn't very helpful. ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:52 am
BA: Actually im about to start here momentarily
BA: I simply need to make sure of how much grist you have at the moment so that i dont waste too much of it right away
BA: ...
BA: So you basically have a world covered in sand and i have a world that from what ive seen is covered in a storm of some sort
BA: Though it could be worse then what ive seen I just have to hope that there isnt any snow
YS: Hèÿ thänk§ för äctûällÿ bûïldïng ûp mÿ pläcè ä bït thèrè. I'vè mänägèd tö clèär thè ïmp§ öût öf mÿ äpärtmènt bût I'm göïng tö 䧧ûmè nèxt tïmè I cömè ïn hèrè I'm göïng tö hävè tö dö ït äll övèr ägäïn, §ö whätèvèr.
YS: I'm hèädïng öût ïntö thè dè§èrt tö èxplörè thï§ tïmè, nö gèttïng §ïdèträckèd thï§ tïmè.
SP: Ι αm αbουt tο fιnd ουt rιght nοw.
SP: Wιsh mε lυck.
YS: Gööd lûck.
Lohi made sure she had everything she needed captchalogued, her weapon upgraded to the Unspeakably Adorable Glaive, in her Start Wearing Purple Pinstripe Suit, and made her way outside. She stood for a moment trying, behind her dark-tinted rectangle shades, to figure out which way to go. Finally she held out her glaive pointing straight ahead of her and did a spin, spinning as many times as she thought would be enough before stopping and heading off in whichever direction she eneded up facing. Since she didn't know which direction was what she scratched an X into the side of her apartment signifying this was the direction she went in and then she went.
((ooc: all the sucks because im still wicked headachey sick and should not be online at all because my monitors and the light hurts my head but apparently someone was waiting on me so here you go i dont know what you were waiting for but here i am))
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