The Olive Watcher has always been herself, and she clearly does not comprehend this command. She does know this, however. Humans can be dang sneaky when they want to.
She hadn't even noticed when he got on her ship, but one of the humans who was the guardian of one of the 'players' of the game she had snuck her way into was sitting next to her in the cockpit of this ship. She was certain he had not been there when she took off.
It didn't matter much, anyway. He was here now, and she was certain he'd be a help. Her new plan was to do as much as she could to help her descendant and his team succeed.
Man, that planet in the center was a lot further away than she expected.
==> Mage: Wake up already!
Danwer leaned back in his chair, and stared at the purple ceiling. "I alway2 ha7ed 7hi2 r00m... 7hi2 2hade 0f purple i2 20 depre22ing..."
His palshouter client went off, informing him that he had new messages.
EO: HEY EO: um EO: I Could re4lly u5e 5ome kind of help EO: I… m4n4ged to get my5elf 4 bit lo5t on my pl4net EO: I went for 4 run EO: Don't 45k EO: Ok, I won't 5top you from 45king, but I don't re4lly fully know how I'd 4n5wer EO: 4t 4ny r4te, I re4lly don't know how to get b4Ck to my hive EO: I'm not re4lly 5ure how you Could help, but it ju5t 5eemed like the only option. EO: 4l5o, C4ni54 mentioned 5omething 4bout EO: um EO: oh right EO: eCtobiology EO: whiCh i5 4pp4rently my job EO: Though I h4ve no ide4 wh4t it i5 EO: I'm 5ure you've been too bu5y to worry over it, but 5he did m4ke me Curiou5 EO: i5 there 4ny Ch4nCe th4t you know wh4t th4t i5?
CC: "I'd l0ve 70 help y0u 7uluch, bu7 I'm a bi7 pre0ccupied being al2eep. 7ry 70 ge7 Baikal 70 build up y0ur hive 20 y0u can 2ee i7 fr0m wherever y0u are." CC: "H0ne27ly, 7he running d0e2n'7 2urpri2e me, 20 I w0n'7 a2k ab0u7 i7." CC: "Ec70bi0l0gy... I d0 recall reading 20me7hing ab0u7 7ha7, bu7 I d0n'7 have my n07e2 0n me righ7 n0w, y0u'll have 70 wai7 un7ill I wake my a22 up bef0re I can 7ell y0u wi7h cer7ain7y wha7 7ha7 en7ail2. All I can remember i2 7ha7 i7 ha2 20me7hing 70 d0 wi7h 7he fir27 player being 7he 0ne 70 en2ure 7ha7 we all exi27ed in 7he fir27 place 70 even play 7hi2 game. I'll ge7 back 70 y0u wi7h 7he re27 la7er."
He closed the chat with Tuluch, Danwer would have liked to help him more, but until he woke up, that was the best he could do. He knew he should have made sure to keep those files on his computer here, but there had been too much risk of a Dersite Agent getting at his computer while he was awake.
Anyway, Canisa messaged him back while he was dictating his response to Tuluch.
MO: ..! MO: Oh, that is wonderful news indeed..! MO: Thank צou Danwer, I reallצ appreciate צou moving me.. ;u; MO: I don't mind at all being in צour tower, if I go to sleep and צou're still there we'll finallצ get to meet in person, and I think that'll be terriblצ exciting.. MO: And hm, mצsteriouslצ appearing journal of צour Ancestor does make for prettצ convincing proof that צour Ancestor is here with us, but is that even possible..?
CC: "Cani2a, we're playing a game 7ha7 7ran2p0r72 u2 70 an07her dimen2i0n. Any7hing i2 p022ible." CC: "And i7'2 really n0 pr0blem, m0ving y0u here, 7ha7 i2. I'd ha7e 70 leave y0u 20mewhere 7ha7 Jack c0uld 27ab y0u in y0ur 2leep. He'2 n07 all0wed in 0ur 70wer2, bu7 7here'2 n07hing 270pping him fr0m 27abbing y0u in 7he 27ree7." CC: "As f0r mee7ing in per20n, I'd like 70 wake up 200n, bu7 20me recen7 devel0pmen72 are cau2ing me 70 be unable 70 quie7 my 7h0ugh72, 20 I pr0bably w0n'7 be waking up 7erribly 200n. If I weren'7 20 u2ed 70 7hi2, 7hi2 w0uld be 7erribly c0nfu2ing. A7 lea27 n0w I have pe0ple wh0 believe me when I 7alk ab0u7 7hi2... N07 en0ugh 20p0r 2lime my a22."
Danwer was really glad Canisa wasn't mad or creeped out at him. He had to contain a happy dance when she mentioned finally meeting in person.
He then realized that Baikal had messaged him. He wasn't sure how he had missed that. Ignoring a fuschia blood... could have dire consequences. Although, he highly doubted Baikal would live up to the repuration of Alternian fuschia bloods. Which was a good thing.
--PP to CC-- PP: I have a problem. PP: /-|nd if you ask no, it's not the fact I am covered in shark blood. +hats a story for another time. PP: I have a stow away and I have no idea what it is or what to do with it. Danwer sighed. CC: 2eri0u2ly, I d0n'7 kn0w wha7 y0u expec7 me 70 d0 ab0u7 i7. I can'7 c0nnec7 70 y0u righ7 n0w, 20 I can'7 even 2ee wha7 y0u're 7alking ab0u7. Anyway, y0u're a fu2chia bl00d, a natural b0rn leader. Figure i7 0u7. I'm 2ure 20me7hing will c0me 70 y0u if y0u l00k a7 i7 in 7he righ7 ligh7."
He closed the chat with Baikal. The guy really had some growing to do if he had expected to lead anybody. Not that it matters much now, though.
For now, he stood up from his computer, and looked at Canisa lying on his bed. Yes, bed. Danwer did not own a recuperacoon. Sopor slime did him no good, so he'd gone for the comfort of a human mattress. When you don't dream, but wake up in another body, no amount of sleep aides can keep the nightmares and horrorterrors away. He'd tried everything.
Danwer sighed deeply, and walked over to his balcony, and leaned on the railing. "Wha7 n0w? Zaviga'2... g0ne. I need 70 c0me up wi7h a new plan... I'll ju27 have 70 h0pe we d0n'7 have any 07her mi2hap2..."
==> Mage: Be Spades Slick.
Jack Noir cannot be Spades Slick. Although, that name does have a nice ring to it. He may remember that if he ever decides to change his name and start some kind of mafia. But right now, he was more focused on the troll lying quietly in the slime tank in front of him. This trolls horns weren't symmetrical, like the others he'd seen.
The Archagent knew he shouldn't be here. The Mage had seen to that. That damn Mage had convinced the Queen to order Jack not to enter the towers of the Heroes. But he needed to stab something. He had too much paperwork to deal with, and he hadn't been able to get a good stab in in a long time. He drew his new sword. He had gotten it due to the new uniform rules the Queen had imposed. They were.. not the worst set of rules he could imagine, but he still hated her for it. Ooooh, how he hated her. His hatred was the frozen passion of a billion frozen suns. Someday, he was going to wring her neck until she stopped breathing.
But today, today he was going to stab this damn troll. He didn't even care which one it was. He wanted to stab the Mage, but the Mage had the audacity to be awake right now. The Mage was too good at watching things for his own good.The Mage needed to be stabbed again. He was practically begging for it. Moving in on his girl and all.
What was that? No, the Archagent wasn't thinking about that right now. Just about how he was going to stab this troll in front of him SO GOOD. He was going to stab this troll until he was DEAD.
And that is precisely what he did. Honestly, he expected the troll to wake up when he stabbed him. Huh. The troll bled purple. Was that normal? The Archagent knew that the Mage bled some kind of ugly green color. He decided to chalk it up to that trolls are weird. He placed his sword back on his belt, and left the room. He doubted that troll was going to be coming back. He had stabbed it a lot. He's pretty sure there's more blood in that tank than slime now.
The Archagent stumbled to one side. He suddenly had an urge to drink copious amounts of rum. He wasn't sure what rum was, but he really wanted to know why it was all gone.
Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 10:10 pm
Jenn was annoyed. She really had no clue what she was doing and... What was that noise in the hallway? She was sure she was alone. Quickly, she called her fireaxe out of her strife specibus and captchaloged her laptop. Time to see what was out there.
The door swung inward with a creak, letting in three inky black creatures. One had on a very comfortable looking pants, and two were wearing leather. They came at her, baring their fangs. Okay, no, that was just not on. Jenn swung her axe at the nearest, pants-wearing one, and it burst into a bunch of oddly shaped things. Weird, but not the problem right now. She lunged at the next one to her right, the blade of her axe missing it and sticking into the wall. Both of them rushed at her, and Jenn wasn't quite sure what to do. Dropping low, she tried to slide out between them, but one's huge hand closed on her ankle.
Twisting didn't help, but yanking her body up closer to the black thing allowed her to grab it's vest in her hands. Throwing her weight back like she's seen in movies allowed her to land on the floor on her back and use the momentum toss the the thing over her head. It hit the corner of her desk and spattered into a bunch of the little colorful things. The last one tried to kick at her, but Jenn rolled away, reaching up above her to find... The axe handle! Yes! She pulled herself up from the floor and yanked it out of the wall, loving the feel of it in her hands. She threw it at the black thing clumsily (but didn't hurt herself, thank ********), and watched as it, too, exploded into bits of color.
Well. Okay then.
She put her axe back, and opened her syladex. Luckily the laptop she wanted was only valued at three rings, and her ring draw totaled up to five. She opened the laptop back up and checked her Palshouter. Two flashing windows- she replied to the one already open first.
derivativeTestimony [DT] replied to perniciousCatalyst [PC] PC: PC: PC: PC: PC: DT: O ok DT: Yea this game thing seems p dangerous DT: Sleepin mite not be a thing DT: Well if every1 is as clueless as there may be a problem haha DT: & thanks btw
Jenn sighed, and clicked over to BI's now-flashing screen. She was really, really worried about Seth and this weirdo who was typing for him.
derivativeTestimony [DT] replied to blackoutInfection [BI] BI:he’s unconscious? i actually don’t know, now that i think about it BI:but that’s not important BI:have you found out anymore information? DT: Is he hurt? DT: How is that not imprtant u a** DT: -Yes I found a wlkthru on the net- DT: No of course not I no nothin
There's absolutely no way you're getting off the top of this pillar without injuring yourself. You've spent a good while now trying to get a firm grip of the sand and climb your way down. You also scooped off an impressive chunk of sand from one side in an attempt to create a slide to take you down. Surprisingly, there isn't enough sand on the top of the tower to fill the sea beneath you. You feel your brain pleading for mercy as you try to find a solution to this predicament. But you ultimately give up the ghost on your adventure and make yourself comfortable in your tent.
The tent is definitely feeling the cold now. The cloth you were using was meant for camping in a hotter climate. Torn pieces of the tent have frozen solid and no longer move with the breeze. Because of your slide idea earlier, you've cause the entirety of the summit to slowly lean to the right. Eventually, gravity will claim your abode. But you're exhausted from all this thinking for now. Seriously. You've had to do more thinking in the past few hours then you have all week. You wouldn't have let your friends talk you into this had you known it'd involve continuous strategy. Clever bastards.
"==>Solmie: Check on the others."
You bring your piece of crap netbook into the lopsided tent. There are very few sources of entertainment up here. Might as well talk with these losers. It's not like you've got anything else to do.
You're flooded with messages the second you connect to the enigmatic wifi hotspot. Another mystery you want solved once you get down from here. Some of these characters have even personally messaged you. You decide to take it one conversation at a time.
blackoutInfection
BI:who the HELL are you? BI:what happened to Zavgisxhjmkl BI:vsfpbng
This kid's already hilarious to you. You haven't the slightest idea what he's talking about, but his desperation is comedic genius. It never crosses your mind that he may actually be desperate over something. And it certainly doesn't cross your mind before you respond to blackoutInfection
tarnishedGallantry
TG:--> damn kid cool ur jets. --> TG:--> ill be ur Zavigisxhjmkl or w/e if u like. but only if u give me some respect. --> TG:-->so how about i promis not 2 take ur rude words to heart if u stop bein such a lil puke. cool --> TG:--> it aint 2 late to start over. so il give u 1 more try before i introdoos my bad self. --> TG:-->make it count punk. wink
Mastermind. That's what you are. A tactitian beyond your kickass years. You're looking forward to whoever this is losing their cool at you. You start wondering what the chances are of this person taking you in a fight before you realize how silly that question is. Nobody can take you.
ballisticAdversary
BA : Rightsothereseemstobeafewnewmembersinthegamehere BA:Iwouldsaywelcomebuthonestlyidontthinkitwouldbeworthit BA:Thoughifthereisasingleoneofthemthatsnotahugeassthenfeelfreetoletmeknow BA:Nowontotherealproblem BA:FirstwherethehellisZa-
You lose interest quickly due to the lack of you present in the message. You continue scrolling down without finishing and make a mental note to skip these 'everyone' messages whenever they come up.
meekOmega
MO: Guצs..! MO: Something terriblצ exciting just happened..! MO: A lockbox I got some time ago just unlocked, and inside it was what I think is a message from my Ancestor..! MO: It'll be something incredible for all of us if I can work it out..! ;u;
This crap makes no sense to you. Sure enough, after double-checking, you see that this was sent to everybody. You scroll further down through your feed, but something manages to catch your eye. You think you saw your text color inside of this person's post. Sure enough, they did. And without your permission as well. Despite the rule you just made, you finish reading MO's message.
meekOmega
MO: I just now went through the other public messages, and I want to first welcome this new person..! MO: So welcome,TG..! MO: Secondlצ, I'm sure that this isn't TG's fault, BI, and there must be a logical explaination for this.. ;n; MO: Let's not lose our heads and keep calm, and I'm sure if anצone gets anצ answers about what's going on theצ'll tell us! ;u; MO: And lastlצ, BA, I think that was mצ dreamself you saw..! MO: If it's.. er.. MO: Well, if צou wouldn't mind, that is, could צou see if she's dead..? MO: I fell out of the skצ when I was flצing for the first time.. ;n;
Well, it was going somewhere, then it wasn't. Seems like all they wanted to do was welcome you. Where's the fun in that? You come to the educated conclusion that this person will never be fun to talk to. You also come to the conclusion that the only way to get this person to loosen up a bit is by harassing her. For now, however, you don't really see a reply being worth your time. If she's really stupid enough to message you again with such meaningless banter, she will deserve every bit of fun you poke at her.
crazyC0llec70r
CC:"I'm... n07 2ure wh0 y0u are, bu7 i7 2eem2 fa7e ha2 c0n2pired 70 pu7 y0u in 0ur gr0up. I have p027ed a mem0 per7aining 70 20me alchemy 7ip2, and y0u 2h0uld make 2ure 70 check i7. My name i2 Danwer, I'm 2ure y0u'll meet every0ne el2e in due 7ime."
They used their quirk in the spelling of their handle... classy. a fair amount of air blasts out of your nostrils when you first see that. This message has done nothing but leave you confused. First of all, what the hell is alchemy? They're talking nonsense. Throwing around stupid terms like 'fate,' 'conspire,' and 'tips.' This guy's just making no sense. You're actually going to ignore this one for the time being. He sounds rather unstable.
A rushing sound is followed by the tend tilting further to one side, almost taking your sleeping bag and piece of crap netbook with it. It's only a matter of time before the frigid sea consumes both you and your possessions. This wasn't the motion that'd make it all give way, but the tower won't be able to handle much more sand seeping away. It'd really be a good idea to get back to work and try to find a way off the top of this pillar before you die a cold, untimely death in the waters below. You look at the next message.
perniciousCatalyst
PC: < Hello. I'd like to say a proper introduction, but I suppose common curtousey would be beyond your area of expertise. > PC: < Perhaps I should assume this is a mass-black pick up line, which I'll have to confess doesn't seem to be doing it's job so well. > PC: < Honestly, you have me a bit stumped. >
You're on the fence over this one. They threw a snide remark your way in an underhanded way that only a prodigy like you would be able to catch. But to directly follow that up with relationship speculation is a big no-no in your book. They seem well to do like the others, which seems to be a reocurring theme with these pansies. Still, they messaged you one on one. You suppose you might as well message perniciousCatalyst back
tarnishedGallantry
TG:--> ha ha ha. look at u pointing out the obviyus. razz --> TG:--> yep. bein polite is ovurayted. i like to keep things small simple and real. --> TG:--> so i aint interested in black romance with u. keep it in ur pants. u could only wish 2 get something like this. besids. i dont go for that sort of thing anyway. xd --> TG:--> stil. the others all sound rly lame so far. so like it or not im gonna have 2 say your not that bad by komparisin. i just want 2 know y im where i am and how i can go home. --> TG:--> if u cant help. im gonna have to ask u 2 step off. -->
Almost to the end of your pile. It's been a long while since you've talked with anybody outside of your annoying circle of friends. Conversation isn't really an easy activity to jump back into. Especially since you were never good at it to begin with. The last few weeks, you'd been on the road. Cruising through the Mojave desert on your way to Las Vegas. The coast was nice, but the smog of L.A. was starting to get you down. So, as usual, you dropped everything and went on a road trip. A road trip you'd really like to finish once you can figure out why you're stranded in the arctic. Asking around to see what these guys know couldn't hurt. You might as well think about it while you read your last message.
Oh man. This one must be the most pompous of all. This guy takes normal annoying manners and bumps it up to pretentious proportions. You crack your knuckles and neck, and get to work on a reply to silverPegasus
tarnishedGallantry
TG:--> glad 2 see u hav enough manners 4 both of us. --> TG:--> u think ur out of my leeg? rly? u dont even know who i am. and i never said i was trolling u. pls. u dont know me. stare --> TG:--> i bet ur gona b all hoity-toity this whole time so its up 2 me 2 be the bigger person and reach out 2 u --> TG:--> hello good sir. im only the coolest piece of a** uve ever talked 2. im a human demon in troll form. sent from human hell to smite any bitches his unholyness deems boring. cool --> TG:--> ur looking pretty boring right now urself. i dont tell my story to boring people. so let me make u a deal. --> TG:--> u wanna know me that badly. earn it. show me ur someone worth talking 2 and ill tell u everything wink -->
Holy ******** s**t. You are so intense. These people have no idea who they're talking to. If you told them, they probably wouldn't be able to handle it. On that note, you decide to power off. They've had enough Solmie for now. Don't want the poor things to hurt themselves.
"==>Solmie: Find a way off of this."
The tent's been sliding further then you thought. The cliffside was almost visible from the inside. You can see one of the spikes dangerously close to the edge. Good thing Rusty's propped up on the opposite side of the tent. You don't know what you'd do without that thing. The problem is, you might have to find out if you're not quick on your feet. Still, nothing is sliding out from under you. That means you've got time to find a safe way down. Behind the tent, there's asphalt bridge about seventy feet below you that could maybe be reached. That's not a jump you want to try and make though. But besides that, there's almost nothing but freezing cold seawater surrounding the pillar. There are icebergs here and there. Nothing you'd consider accessible. You decide to scout out the bridge underneath you. It's obviously manmade. Maybe there's somebody down there.
You feel the pillar shift.
Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 11:33 pm
The restlessness had set in a while ago. He knew it would, too. It wasn't like he was surprised, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it either. It wasn't that he couldn't just lay there for hours either, he had always been more than capable of entertaining himself- especially when he had his cell phone with him. The difference now what that he actually felt like he needed to be somewhere. Somewhere other than where he was. Nearly ANYWHERE seemed more productive than where he currently was. He had run across a few imps, and gathered a bit of grist (not that anyone would notice the difference in his now rather vast bank account thanks to Mantiprawn). He'd also answered a few messages as they came in (though, not the one he was actually hoping for). The first had been sent to edveryone, from Baikal… or, well, sort of.
piratePhilosophy
PP: Hello. I have lost my commanding officer. Would you direct me to him? PP:Why there are turtles on this ship?
Tul… hadn't been sure what to think of that situation. It was clear that it was really Baikal, but… he had absolutely no idea what the rest of it meant. Or why Baikal wasn't the one using his chat client.He had wanted to send a message, but he seriously couldn't think of ANYthing that wouldn't just complicate matters since he didn't know what was going on. The next one was actually for him, and this one he definitely knew what to do with.
yesterdayScribbler
YS: Wèll, Nïck ï§ wörkïng ön bûïldïng mè ûp tö thè gätè äppärèntly, YS: bût ïf thèrè'§ §ömèthïng ïn thè mèmö thät cän hèlp I'll täkè ä löök för §ûrè. YS: And I knèw I §höûldn't hävè mädè thät lïttlè jökè, hèh, YS: bût öh wèll, töö lätè nöw
EO:Oh, it'5 mo5t DEFINITELY too l4te! You C4n bet on it! EO:I'm tot4lly going to t4ke you on 4 long quiet 5troll on my pl4net. Ju5t 45 the 5t4r5 begin to 5how up. EO:4nd it'll be 5O TOT4LLY ROM4NTIC, ju5t beC4u5e I know you LOVE th4t 5O MUCH! EO:H4h4, 4NYw4y, ye4h, it's 4 good ide4 to Check it out! I keep forgetting to 4dd the thing5 I m4ke to it, but 5o f4r I don't think it'd m4tter… I've only m4de 5ome 5word5, 4nd I don't know if 4nyone el5e u5e5 them.
He also saw a post from Kyanos to everyone, but he hadn't been trying to get a hold of him, so it wasn't a big deal. Very little else had occurred since Tuluch had sent his plea for help to Danwer. In all truth, not a great deal of time had passed, but due to a sense that he was likely missing something important by not being home, it certainly felt like a long time. He was… more than a little worried about his hive. And his belongings. Well, what was left of them, anyway.
I'm sure Sonicsprite can handle it… it's not like he's never dealt with this kind of thing before. But… I can't help but wonder if he'd know which things were worth something and needed protecting and what wouldn't.
--> HEY! BE THE BLUE BLURRY ONE!
"Woah, NOT cool! Step away from the chili dog, and no one gets hurt!"
The imp holding the half eaten chili dog in question (wait, sprites can eat?!) looked nervously at his comrade, who simply gave him a quick nod and a thumbs up. Or, well, as close to a "thumbs up" and a Dersite with very basic hands that barely qualify as hands can give. The thief looked back and Sonicsprite with a bit more confidence and proceeded to stick out his tongue. Sonicsprite looked a bit surprised, but only for a quick instant. Then he just grinned.
"Heh. Well, ok! I tried to give you a chance! Don't say I didn't warn ya!"
And then he was no longer there. The imp looked around frantically, tongue still hanging out, and tried its best not to get dizzy. The next thing it knew, it ceased knowing anything as it had been reduced to a pile of grist, sending the chili dog flying toward the late imp's former partners in crime. It smacked the lead imp in the face, making it flinch and leaving a bit of a mess, before falling into a pair of surprised hands. The imp blinked sauce out of its eyes and looked dumbly down at its food born assailantBy the time realization dawned on that shiny black face, it was far too late.
"So… thought you'd see how brave your friend could be, huh? Maybe it'd be funny to dare him to steal my chili dog? Well, I guess we can all see how that turned out for him…"
The imps looked nervously from one possible escape route to the next, but to no avail. They knew it was hopeless. Tentatively, the imp held out a very shaky hand and offered the glowing hedgehog his lunch. A very shaky hand. Well, a very shaky, very basic hand that barely qualifies as a hand. I mean, he can barely give a proper thumbs up. Another thing it can barely do is maintain a proper grip on a hot dog bun, even when steadiness isn't an issue. And this was a VERY shaky barely qualified hand.
"Well, looks like some of you have some common--!"
And just like that, the chili dog was on the floor. Upside down. Chili and sauce splattered everywhere. On a pile of broken glass. Sonicsprite just stared in the general direction of the carnage. He didn't really see it. I didn't really see much, as his eyes weren't focused. He let out a deep sigh and looked at the wall to his right.
"Right. That's how it's gonna be, huh?"
The imps were trembling as he turned to face them once more, his look of frustration doing nothing to help their nerves. At this point, they knew it was all over. They looked from each other's faces back to his and made a break for the door behind them. The three of them never managed a second footfall. Hey, it wasn't their fault. They no longer had feet. Or selves, for that matter. Meanwhile, Sonicsprite trudged back into the kitchen. However, his grumbling was interrupted by a loud noise from upstairs. "Wha-?!" He started in the direction of the stairs, but hesitated for a moment. The hot dogs were still out… and so was all the chili. If he didn't put it somewhere safe…
About two and a half seconds later, he arrived upstairs to see what had caused all the noise. The sight he took in when he rounded the corner to Tuluch's room made him slip and start to fall--
--> LISTEN! ANSWER YOUR PHONE!
"Oh, FINALLY! Looks like Dan messaged me back!" Tul opened his phone to find a new message, but not from Danwer.
meekOmega
MO: I trust צou, and if צou fell out of the skצ recently then צou sure hide it well..! MO: I've heard of the both of those movies before but I've never watched them, and I doubt I'd even want to watch the Alternian version.. MO: I don't know if the ectobiologצ of the game is in anצwaצ connected to those movies, though it's alwaצs possible.. MO: ;o; MO: He has..? I hope he's not feeling too stressed bצ the role assigned to him as being one of the most knowledgeable on the game, and thus the person most looked to for the answers.. MO: Um, I hate to sound nosצ and ask personal questions, but.. are צou his moirail..? MO: Because if so then I'm sure he will reallצ need צour support..! MO: And if not, uh.. ;n;' MO: Then I'm sorrצ..?
"Ah, yeah, not what I was hoping for, but that's ok. So far, MO's been nice to talk to! I KNOW that I know your name… ugh… it'd be so awkward to have to ask. I'm sure I'll… like not remember it. I'm also sure a better opportunity'll come up where I can ask that just suddenly 'oh, hey, I don't remember your name… sorry if that makes you feel like nobody cares, but yeah.' Best not to go with that one. So yeah. You're MO for now."
EO:Heh, ye4h, I did, 4Ctu4lly… EO:it… w45n't f4nt45tiC. I don't reCommend it. EO:Re4lly ever. EO:4NYw4y EO:I'm 5till w4iting for 4 reply from D4n, 5o I'm 5ure I'll know 4bout it 5oon enough! EO:4nd ye4h, h4h4, I gue55 you Could 54y we're moir4il5, though I don't think we've ever 4Ctu4lly Come out 4nd re4lly 54ID 5o… EO:but ye4h, we both definitely fill th4t role for e4Ch other! EO:4nd I C4n pretty e45ily 54y, neither one of u5 would h4ve it 4ny other w4y! EO:I'm 5ure you're prolly right, thi5 kind of thing i5 never e45y… but if there'5 4nyone who C4n h4ndle it, it'5 Cr4zy! He i5, 4fter 4ll, CR4ZY!
And with that, he closed his-- er, opened his phone…
"Oh, FIN4LLY! Thi5 one I5 from D4n!"
crazyCollec70r
CC: "I'd l0ve 70 help y0u 7uluch, bu7 I'm a bi7 pre0ccupied being al2eep. 7ry 70 ge7 Baikal 70 build up y0ur hive 20 y0u can 2ee i7 fr0m wherever y0u are." CC: "H0ne27ly, 7he running d0e2n'7 2urpri2e me, 20 I w0n'7 a2k ab0u7 i7." CC: "Ec70bi0l0gy... I d0 recall reading 20me7hing ab0u7 7ha7, bu7 I d0n'7 have my n07e2 0n me righ7 n0w, y0u'll have 70 wai7 un7ill I wake my a22 up bef0re I can 7ell y0u wi7h cer7ain7y wha7 7ha7 en7ail2. All I can remember i2 7ha7 i7 ha2 20me7hing 70 d0 wi7h 7he fir27 player being 7he 0ne 70 en2ure 7ha7 we all exi27ed in 7he fir27 place 70 even play 7hi2 game. I'll ge7 back 70 y0u wi7h 7he re27 la7er."
"Oh… um. Right. Th4t'5… right. Ok. W4it… 45leep? How 4re you… OOH, right… gotCh4. Bl4rg."
EO:4h. Ye5. EO:I 5ee. EO:Well. EO:TH4T 5uCk5. EO:Bl4rg. EObiggrinon't worry 4bout it, th4t'5 h4rdly your f4ult EO:B4ik4l… I gue55 I 5hould've me554ged him in the fir5t pl4Ce, re4lly… I think I mu5t've ju5t been 5o u5ed to me554ging you EO:it didn't re4lly even Cro55 my mind to try him fir5t. EO:I gue55 I c4n do th4t. EO:4nd… th4t eCtobiology-i5h 5tuff 5ound5… pretty import4nt. Ye4h. I think it'd be be5t if you did get b4Ck to me… No ru5h, I'm not thinkin it'5 gonn4 be 5omething I need to do too 5oon, but 5till, ple45e do. EO:4nd… good luck with the w4king up? EO:Ye4h. Th4t.
Ok, so, Baikal. Tuluch really hadn't thought of that, and after having it pointed out, he felt pretty dumb about it. Seriously, WHY hadn't he thought of it? Well, it didn't matter at this point, he just needed to do something about his ridiculous LOSTNESS attribute. Because he was only just managing to keep it at its current level. He knew that if he left Mantiprawn's clearing, the attribute would only rise even further. He'd heard plenty of stories and seen enough movies. You try to get unlost and make it worse. Almost without exception, really. So, rather than unlost himself, he messaged Baikal. Hoping Baikal would be the one who actually answered this time.
egoOptimist to piratePhilosophy: EO:HEY HEY HEY EO:Wh4t'5 up? EO:erm… I h4te to 54y hi 4nd then immedi4tely 45k for 5omething, 4nd you know I wouldn't u5u4lly do th4t, but… EO:Well, I 5eriou5ly need 5ome help. EO:I went for 4 run, 4nd, EO:ye4h, I know th4t doe5n't 5eem like 5omething th4t would put me in th4t b4d of 4 po5ition… EO:But 45 it turne5 out… EO:4pp4rently, I h4ve 5ome 5ort of 5uper 5peed. EO:Which i5 mo5t Cert4inly not 5omething th4t I'd need 5erio5 help with either… EO:ExCept th4t now I'm horribly 4nd hopele55ly lo5t. EO:5omewhere on my pl4net. EO:Oh my goodne55 help me before I die of utter 4nd Complete boredom I've been lo5t in thi5 Cle4ring for 4 Couple of eternitie5 4nd 4 few extr4 d4y5 you h4ve to 54ve me 5oon ple45e for the love of 4ll th4t i5 good 4nd green in thi5 world you h4ve to 54ve me even if you didn't get th4t hum4n Lord of the Ring5 referenCe I C4n't t4ke muCh more of thi5 ple45e hi how 4re you. EO:erm… I don't re4lly know wh4t would work… EO:I ju5t need 5ome w4y to find my w4y b4Ck home EO:Like m4ybe… EO:I dunno EO:M4ke 4 re4lly t4ll 5tick for me to 5ee? EO:But ple45e u5e 5omething Che4p… you never know when you might need to m4ke 5omething expen5ive…
Well, I guess that'll have to do it… I really hope he gets back to me soon.
Lohi was dozing in and out of consciousness on her couch when a beep from her communicator woke her up. It woke her from a half-dream of her past reminding her of a time-locked box she had received ages ago. Instead of checking her messages, Lohi hopped up off the couch and ran to her bedroom closet to see if the box was still there.
It was. She picked it up and looked at it, noticing the timer was now at 00:00:00. Carefully she opened it, almost reverentially. Inside she found a book and what appeared to be a clock device, along with a note that read as follows:
NOTE
LOHIKÄÄRME,
This is a gift from me to you. This device has allowed me to ensure that you kids had a safe world to grow up in, so you would live to go on this adventure you are now on.
I don't truly know the nature of your adventure, but I know it is important, and know that I have done everything in my power to ensure that the people of this world survive the meteor rain that you and your friends barely escaped.
I am sorry for not being around for the last few years of your life. I truly wanted to be, but I had things I had to do. Things that were very important.
I am not sure how these will help you, but that is not for me to know. A friend of mine assures me that you will need them, and I trust her wholeheartedly.
Please, be safe, and be successful. We may never see each other again, but know that you were always in my thoughts.
Your Mother
Lohi stared at the contents stupidly for a moment, blinking ineffectively. Then she finally actually started to examine them. The book was "The Complete History of Alternia, Beforus, and Earth," a hefty tome containing, supposedly, the entire histories of all three planets and their respective peoples. Which actually sounded rather useful, she would probably read it. The other thing was, well, it basically looked like a broken clock with several buttons on it. She pushed all of them in sequence, waiting for something to happen each time, and each time nothing came of it. Definitely a broken clock. How had this clock helped her mother? she wondered. How could such a thing help her?
Lohi opened her message, finally, and gave it a quick read.
egoOptimist
EO:Oh, it'5 mo5t DEFINITELY too l4te! You C4n bet on it! EO:I'm tot4lly going to t4ke you on 4 long quiet 5troll on my pl4net. Ju5t 45 the 5t4r5 begin to 5how up. EO:4nd it'll be 5O TOT4LLY ROM4NTIC, ju5t beC4u5e I know you LOVE th4t 5O MUCH! EO:H4h4, 4NYw4y, ye4h, it's 4 good ide4 to Check it out! I keep forgetting to 4dd the thing5 I m4ke to it, but 5o f4r I don't think it'd m4tter… I've only m4de 5ome 5word5, 4nd I don't know if 4nyone el5e u5e5 them.
Lohi had just asked an alien for help with a broken clock. She had no idea what her life had become now.
Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 4:04 pm
⇒ AP: Be a proper Dersite soldier.
As a proper Dersite you have been trained since birth to be a soldier who respects both authority and brutality. So far, your new and obviously not Dersite commander has showed that he has neither. He merely said go that way and then said something about taking a nap. No other commander you have ever seen has ever taken a “nap” on the job. It leads to weakness! With the sleepy eyes and the yawning! Does he not know that that’s when he gets you?! When he stabs you repeatedly and won’t stop until you’re nothing but stab wounds? You wouldn’t put it past him to stab his own eyes out if they were to become sleepy. Sleepy is merely a weakness. Or maybe... Maybe he is acting like he is showing weakness! To make it so than those unloyal in this crew of non-derse conspirators! Genius! You would have never guessed that behind that lazy exterior that you’re commanding officer was so devious. After all the perfect time to strike is when someone... is... napping... Quickly you look around to see if anyone of the conspirators has moved from their positions.
You notice that no one is in proper positions! Quickly! Count the shells!
1 shells
2 shells
3 shells... Do you even know how many turtles are on this ship?!
⇒ Ap: Remain calm and composed.
QUICKLY FLIP s**t! For the saftey of all non-turtle crew!
…
…
…
Isn’t that just you and the captain? You must act! But if you act too loudly you may disturb the Captain who may or may not be napping. But if he is napping he wouldn’t notice! But if he isn’t napping and simply waiting for the first person to walk in so he could... didn’t he have sharp teeth? That obviously leads to him being a carnivore...
He is waiting for one of the turtle crew to wander into his chambers so than he may secretly make them into a fine turtle stew and feast! It’s so obvious! With the yelling and the so called “Napping”! But what if napping is a code word for something even more vile? The plot thickens.
⇒ AP: Be the First mate.
You are now the first mate, who as of a few hours ago was once the captain of a ship. Which was sunk by the forces of evil. Or something like that. You also feel that you are completely expendable and so therefore you will remain alive for far too long.
⇒ First mate/ex captain of the turtle ship: One of these things isn’t like the others.
As the first mate and ex captain you once sailed the world and often raided other ships with your paint cannons. You are obviously the most painted Ex captain on this ship, so you have an eye like a hawk. Whatever that is. Now, anyways you’ve been playing your favorite game of “Obviously there is something different today than yesterday that isn’t a date or some form of time” but of course thats a childish game so you have kept it secret from your crew for years. But after all this time today you have discovere that you’re old crew of Turtles are all still stellar sea-men. Most of them have once again been turned upon their backs. They always make you so proud. But anyways thats normal, what really is different is that the newest and most odd recruit is standing still in the center of everything waving its arms around franticly. Odd. It wasn’t happening yesterday was it? No? You win!
As you observe it wave it’s chitinous limbs around you muse that it might be thinking that your new captain is some form of super predator planning on eating you, and something about how pots thicken over time. But you guess that thats once again simply a fabrication. I mean after all, sharp teeth means herbivore right?
⇒ First mate/Ex captain: Be the frantic recruit.
As the frantic recruit who is really the Armed Partisan you burst into action. Use those chitinous arms for something other than frantic flailing!
First you calm yourself. No reason in being frantic while you take your course of action. So you take a few step towards the closest crew member. Reach out and grab him. His blank turtle like eyes stare into your very soul, you do the only thing that comes to your highly trained mind.
You use your immense strength and throw him. Your soul is your own. They will not take it!
⇒ AP be Commanding officer.
You are now Baikal Stanom, current captain of this ship and you WERE taking a nap. You woke up a few minutes ago, read Tuluch’s message and began building his house out of the most expensive material you could find. Due to the sheer amount of it, you have decided to make him a throne out of gold. Of course you can’t physically make a throne with curves or anything, so you decided to go good old fashioned minecraft style. Gold cubes. Yes, you have begun to create a golden throne for Tuluch. Of course you have yet to tell him and you are still trying to figure out how to work the whole system. But Golden throne is definitely on the top of your list. Wiping the sleepy out of your eyes while yawning a bit you continue on your small project.
Of course that was what you were doing until a turtle came flying through your wall almost hitting you. Of course you don’t care about the turtle because it is obviously very expendable and frankly really lazy. Walking out to the deck you find that your new Dersite crew member throwing your other crew members. When it... no she, looks feminine enough. You think... Well if not whatever. Now anyways, time to stop whatever is happening.
“|)on’t throw them to far now. | just woke up.”
Nevermind, uh. Do that I guess.
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 8:33 pm
She met him mid run and threw her elbow sharply into the center of his spine. The two of them collapsed onto the sandy ground and a flustered and heavily panting Malina said nothing. She reached down and held her hand palm up -- almost expectantly. The sharp frown on her face screamed bloody murder for the SOB of a lizard who made her run almost half a mile for a stupid COIN!
"Shiny... colorful... thing. I. Want. It."
She growled through her bared teeth, the almost foreign emotion making it's home among her palatte of expressions in a way the old Malina would have jokingly referred to as her "< hi-blood! face >" yet the point of mindless chatter had past it's expiration date. The old Malina was replaced with a sweating and tired Cerulean blood with a sudden urge to take what she wanted and not ask questions. This lizard was getting to her in the worst way.
It worked.
In a way, she was almost surpised to see the small hand clutching the coin reach towards her and stick the round sphere into her open hand with a silent tremor of fear. Was it for what happened to those imps earlier? Was it the hidden threat to her words, a silent promise of pain? Or was it because she asked simply and the attitude never phased it one bit? It was as hot as she was, possibly.
She pulled herself up to her feet and pocketed that coin without a word. Her lizard had walked off as she became lost in thought -- for she was no longer in a barren environment. Nor was she turned about and back at her Hive. All around her was a barrage of color and movement. Tents softly danced to the breeze of an unfamiliar wind, and similarly attired lizards walked and lurked from tent to tent. All things imaginable were held as wares placed upon simple carpets and the feel of daily living permiated the bubble around her.
She had entered a society -- a bazaar of strange lizards. In this world, she was the only of her kind around.
Her feet led her to a place of shade some distance away. An umbrella of straw clumsily put together, resting in a pot off to the side. She slumped down into the humble coolnessx of it's shade and watched the procession of quickly moving feet and livliness, and of a society that she had only just scratched the surface of.
The coin in her possession was... nothing special. She almost felt worried for a moment at her almost unwarranted hostility. The idea of maybe becoming into what her ideals were was both an invigorating and horrifying thought. The past was the past for a reason and cultures adapt to changes because of necessity. Not without purpose.
Her thoughts dragged her back around into a 180 and with her hand clutching her handheld device is what she quickly turned to.
==> Reply: Kyanos
PC: < Puple bloods... Oh. > PC: < Have you ever tried just... > PC: < Putting strange things into his Faygo? > PC: < Like maybe if he drinks a bug or something, they might not be so obsessed with it. > PC: < ; -- ; >
==> Reply: Canisa
PC: < !! > PC: < Those words of yours are making me into a very strange blueberry... > PC: < I am happy to hear I can help your performance, even slightly. > PC: < Aha. I'll let you know when the loot gets into somewhere past the one's digit. > PC: < I'll send over one of these rediculously expensive bottles of water they have here... > PC: < ; D > PC: < As for my lusii and sprite, well, that may take awhile. But the sentiments are greatly appreciated. >
==> Reply: Jenn
PC: < Okay... > PC: < That second nap seems pretty tempting... > PC: < Well, if ten minute naps were like a thing, I'd be out cold now. > PC: < ; _ ; > PC: < Watch yourself, out there. > PC: < I am literally only getting myself more lost the more traveling I do. >
==> Malina: Sass Attack on Solmie
Oh. It was that grub, whatever his name was. Maybe he ingested expired faygo?
PC: < I've played games for quite awhile... > PC: < Often the players who make the most enemies gets it in the back sooner than one could say 'is this grub sauce?' > PC: < So please mind you, I offer my words not for my own gain, but your own personal benefit. > PC: < ; u ; > PC: < Oh my. > PC: < Your insistence on not forming a black relationship with me seems rather forced. Is this that infamous reverse psychology I have heard so much about? > PC: < "Lame (adj) A description of a person or persons who continuously demonstrate weak behavior showing little or no integrity or respect for others wishes due to their own self indulgent obsession with a particular situation." > PC: < Perhaps you are correct... > PC: < Returning home so soon? Maybe this game has been a bit much for you... I can understand. This situation is probably very hassling and stressful. > PC: < I'll request Kyanos to send you over a human pacifier. Supposedly they carry a soothing effect when jammed into the mouths of the screaming and irritated. > PC: < Going now! Take care of yourself! > PC: < : D >
The smile wormed itself into her face. She was almost longing to see his reaction to her message.
Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 5:02 pm
Mako stretched out his staff, willing at it furiously. Riyu fed off of said willpower, transforming from "really long staff" to "BITCHSLAP YOU WITH THE CHRYSLER BUILDING, JACKASS" in a flash, allowing its owner to bring it down with a very satisfying crunch onto whatever-the-hell-this-thing-was.
Despite Chrysler-Building-sized-bitchslapiness, however, the beast was unfazed, merely looking annoyed at the assault. At least, he thought it was annoyed. Kinda hard to tell when it didn't have a face. Or much of anything. Hell, it was hard to look at without getting a headache.
I've-seen-enough-hentai-to-know-where-this-is-going wound up another tentacle and slammed it down toward the surviving pair of players. Both easily dodged, though they knew it wouldn't last long. Cthulu here seemed not to tire at all, while a pair of gods still seemed to eventually succumb to exhaustion, though at a much slower rate.
Useless-a** god powers.
After yet another dark blast of energy skipped across the monster's... skin? Hide? Form? Exterior? Mako suddenly felt as though he had been hit with a wrecking ball. A surprisingly gentle wrecking ball. As he landed and skipped across the ship's deck like a stone, he realized what must have happened. He tapped the stem of his glasses, standing up sharply.
apogeeLycanthrope (AL) began pestering zealousWitch (ZW)
AL: Hannah? Hannah, what th3 holy h3ll--
He stopped as the ship lurched beneath him, and suddenly it all made sense.
No. NO. NONONONONONO.
AL: Hannah? Com3 on, baby, don't do this. W3 can still win, just l3t m3-- ZW: We b0th kn0w that's a lie, dear. AL: Hannah, don't-- ZW: This is the 0nly way f0r 0ne 0f us t0 make it 0ut, Mak0. Every0ne else is g0ne- I w0n't l0se y0u t00. AL: You won't hav3 to if you stop this ******** boat! ZW: I l0ve y0u, Mak0. Be str0ng. AL: NO!! I won't let this happ3n! Not you too! HANNAH!!
The last word echoed out in the ether as the ship suddenly rocketed away, the fate of his girlfriend spelled out in one short message:
zealousWitch (ZW) is offline.
==~==
apogeeLycanthrope (AL) began writing in the memo Captain's Log.
It's b33n about a month sinc3 the lov3 of my lif3 d3cid3d to turn our bas3 of op3rations into a ******** Gurr3n Lagann spac3 pirou3tt3 with my a** still plant3d firmly on it. As far as I know, I'm th3 only on3 still aliv3 from our s3ssion. I saw most of th3m di3 mys3lf- J, Naomi, Luci, Savag3, N3ro, H3nd3rson... and th3n Hannah. Pr3tty sur3 sh3's d3ad too. Glad I didn't hav3 to s33 it, in a way.
Luckily w3'r3 still up to our 3y3balls in grist. I'v3 us3d som3 of it to alch3miz3 som3 mor3 of the MR3's I brought with m3. Not th3 tasti3st things in th3 cosmos, but if you'r3 3ating an MR3 for tast3, you'r3 doing it wrong.
Or mayb3 you're just stupid.
3ith3r way, thank J3bus this thing do3sn't run on movi3 spac3 physics. Still maintaining a st3ady sp33d, if th3s3 instrum3nts ar3 working right.
Lucky m3, trapp3d on my sp33ding d3ath-knob toward parts unknown. Thank you so much, Hannah. Lov3 you too.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 6:00 pm
apogeeLycanthrope (AL) began writing in the memo Captain's Log.
==~==
Two months sinc3 my last 3ntry. A lot has happ3n3d in that tim3, so b3ar with m3- this is gonna b3 a long one.
...Who th3 h3ll am I kidding, no on3 is going to r3ad th3s3 things but m3.
...So, I should probably start with how I got h3r3.
W3ll, w3 all know th3 story- 3vil vid3o gam3 brings forth m3t3or apocalyps3, bunch of kids b3com3 gods and hit the r3s3t button, world sav3d, wh33. Which we did- the D3niz3ns w3r3 b3at, the Black King was d3ad, gam3 ov3r, a winn3r is you. W3 w3r3 at th3 door to the Ultimat3 R3ward. My hand was on th3 doorknob. As in, on th3 doorknob. I WAS TOUCHING TH3 ******** DOORKNOB.
And it all w3nt to s**t.
R3d Simon com3s right th3 h3ll out of nowh3r3- you know, buddy buddy, lik3 h3 usually do3s, no worri3s- spouts out a Zalgo r3f3r3nc3, and all of a sudd3n, w3'r3 staring down th3 busin3ss end of too many t3ntacl3s for anyon3 to b3 comfortabl3 (3v3n N3ro, th3 p3rv), and th3n J is a r3d past3 on th3 floor.
And th3n it 3ats the door.
Do you und3rstand this? IT AT3 OUR ******** DOOR.
And th3n R3d Simon skips off singing ******** Trololo, l3aving us to fac3 off with flipping Yog-Sothoth.
It do3sn't 3nd w3ll.
So now I'm h3r3. I suppos3 I should consid3r mys3lf lucky- w3 us3d this thing as a bas3 aft3r Hannah got a hold of h3r Spac3 pow3rs. Th3n H3nd3rson got in on th3 act with h3r Br3ath asp3ct, and BAM. Stylish sonic spac3ship.
H3nd3rson stopped "h3lping" aft3r sh3 asc3nd3d and almost ripp3d th3 3ntir3 st3rn off of th3 ship. Hannah was mor3 than capabl3 of doing it h3rs3lf by that point, anyway.
...Off topic. As I was saying, th3r3's suppli3s on this h3ap. Alch3my 3quipm3nt, comput3rs, 3v3n som3 3ctobiology stuff. Not that I n33d it- apart from food, I don't n33d to alch3miz3 anything, and w3 alr3ady br3d a univ3rs3... thing. I'd wond3r why sh3 didn't shoot m3 off in that dir3ction, but rul3s ar3 rul3s- No R3ward, no 3ntry.
I just play3d Cr3ator for ******** nothing.
==~==
Six months out. Finally a n3w d3v3lopm3nt to talk about. Gl33.
About two months ago, I start3d g3tting w3ird transmissions. At first I didn't pay '3m any mind, but th3y b3cam3 mor3 fr3qu3nt th3 furth3r along in this dir3ction I w3nt. It occur3d to m3 that mayb3 I was r3-3nt3ring populat3d ar3as.
So, y3ah. Kind of a big d3al.
Turns out, though, it's still not good n3ws. If I'm right, onc3 I d3cod3 th3s3 transmissions...
W3ll, I'll l3t that though hang ominously for now.
==~==
It's a s3ssion. A s3ssion. ANOTH3R ******** S3SSION.
Appar3ntly w3 ar3 not alon3 in th3 univ3rs3. Too bad th3y'r3 all just as dumb as w3 ar3.
3v3n so, th3r3 ar3 som3 diff3r3nc3s. Th3 play3rs s33m divid3d b3tw33n two rac3s- humans, lik3 mys3lf, and som3 kinda horn3d sp3ci3s. From what I've b33n abl3 to d3cod3, th3y call th3ms3lv3s trolls.
...I s**t you not, that's what th3y call th3ms3lv3s. Lov3ly. R3d Simon would fit right in h3r3.
Still no sign of th3 crimson b*****d, by th3 way. I don't 3v3n know if h3 was head3d this way. R3st assur3d, Riyu is still itching to giv3 him a warm w3lcom3 wh3n w3 find him.
...By that I m3an I'm gonna shov3 a utility pol3 up his a**.
Okay, I n33d to g3t back to d3coding th3s3 transmissions.
==~==
Aft3r many months of obs3rving th3s3 transmissions, I hav3 r3ach3d a sci3ntifically sound conclusion:
Trolls ar3 ******** w3ird.
==~==
This may or may not b3 my last log. Probably, y3ah. I m3an, 3ith3r I mak3 contact with a fri3ndly sort of dud3 and I stop giving a s**t about this log...
Or th3y blast m3 out of the ******** air and I g3t to s3ttl3 in a nic3 dr3ambubbl3 with Hannah and... I dunno, mak3 ghost babi3s or something. I dunno how it works, on account of not b3ing d3ad.
Anyway, what3v3r. I'v3 manag3d to singl3 out th3 p3rson who is most lik3ly th3 l3ad3r of th3 oth3r s3ssion. Mor3ov3r, I'v3 manag3d to r3v3rs3 3ngin33r th3ir chat cli3nt... thing. It wasn't r3ally that hard- it 3v3n still us3s th3 voic3-to-t3xt program that J put into my glass3s.
And h3r3 I thought w3 w3r3 b3ing original. Ah, w3ll.
W3ll, 3ith3r way, I'm probably not coming back to this h3ap again aft3r this. Fing3rs cross3d.
Mako Moritomi, shitti3st captain in paradox spac3, outta h3r3.
==~==
Mako stood up and stretched, making sure everything was still operational. Then, with a deep sigh, he tapped the stem of his glasses, and selected the one person who might be able to explain to him what the hell was going on.
"Cli3nt: begin shouting at crazyC0llec70r."
apogeeLycanthrope (AL) began shouting at crazyC0llec70r (CC)
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AL: H3llo? AL: Is som3on3 th3r3? AL: Pl3as3, for th3 lov3 of God, som3on3 h3ar this. S33 this. What3v3r. AL: My nam3 is Mako Moritomi. My s3ssion is d3ad, my fri3nds ar3 d3ad, and I sw3ar, if th3 first s3ssion I com3 across in ov3r a y3ar is anoth3r d3ad on3, I will b3gin ******** 3V3RYTHING. AL: ...So, y3ah, som3on3 picking up would b3 nic3.
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:32 pm
He felt a very sudden lurch, wrenching him out of his nap quite forcefully. He leaped straight from his resting place to land on top of another passenger and began beating the Prospitian's chest until he heard cracking sounds. Unfortunately, they were coming from his own fingers' shells, not that of his would be attacker. The assailed assailant began crying out in terror, in hopes that help would come bursting through the door just to his right, but they were very quickly muted. The Prospitian fell silent as the large piece of wood fell from BM's hand. WHEW! THAT took too long… What did? You wouldn't understand. Aww… DON'T start. The Battalion Mediator stood and looked around. There wasn't much to see… just a bunch of wooden crates full of… wait, what WAS in those crates? CANDY!? CEREAL!? "BOBBLEHEADS!?" FINGERS!? No, it-WHAT? Are you DEMENTED?? UGH. Why me? Anyway, bent down at the crate he'd broken that piece of wood from and tried to peek at what was inside. He couldn't see much, mainly just a bunch of straws. Ah, wait, I meant to say straw. NUUP! It's straws! Yeah! Like, the ones you STRAW with!! How the HECK do you straw?? With STRAWS! SHUT UP! IT'S STRAW, OK?? It's simply-- wait… that… those ARE straws. The crates are full of drinking straws. Why in SKAIA are the crates-- "I guess they have a drinking problem!" I think my strawing group has a drinking problem. I think your THINKING group has a FAILING problem. Yeah?? Well… well, I think YOUR… um, has a problem with… um, you're a PROBLEM! You… huh? NO! NONONONONO! SHUT UP! I am NOT kidding, Shut UP! Upon realizing that the crates had nothing but straws in them, BM LEFT the ship he'd stowed away on! NOW! Leave the ship! This story needs to PROGRESS! MOVE YOUR CARAPICIAN BUM! Good. As he walked toward the door, he-- HEY! Why did you feel the need to kick that guy in the head? You already tackled him to the ground, tried to beat him to a pulp, knocked him unconscious with a board, and now you kick him as you walk by?? He didn't even DO anything! He was just… THERE!! "Wait… only… UNCONSCIOUS?? Can't have THAT…" CAN we!? NUUP! You… wait… What are… oh. Seriously...? Uhm. BM walked casually away from some small pieces of grist that he had apparently no interest in. The landscape was… not quite what he had expected. Not that he would have been able to expect what he saw. The night sky was covered with clouds, the moon and stars almost completely nonexistent. The darkness would have been absolute, if not for the eerie multi colored glow that seemed to permeate everything. Upon closer examination-- WOOOAAAHHH TRRIIPPYYYYY… Don't you-- Trip? Don't worry! I WON'T! Shut up. BM looked around a bit more, and realized the glow was coming from-- "Glow sticks! They're EVERYWHERE!" TRIIIPPYYY!! … Yes. Glow sticks. They really did seem to be… everywhere. Though some were just littered on the ground, most of them looked to have been planted in some manner or another. They adorned the trees like some bizarre fruit, stuck out of the ground, hung in bunches from each bush, even from the center of any flowers. The glow wasn't the onl- "WOOAAH! Hear THAT?" Sounds like we gotta go join the RAAVEEE! TRRRRIIIIIPPYYYYY!!! No. You are NOT going to the rave. That will stall SO MUCH-- Can't you HEAR IT THOUGH!? The MUSIC, MAN! Unfortunately, the music abruptly STOPPED as the rave was suddenly cut short by a group of bloodthirsty… gristthirsty? Angry imps. All of the consorts at that rave died that night. Onward to other things. What? Hey! Aww… sounds like we missed a REALLY great party then! You'll get over it. Not too far away, BM actually managed to notice something useful. I strange structure that most certainly didn't fit in with the rest. He entered immediately, of course, his head being the tub of sludge it is. "WHAT? DON'T start THAT again!!" YEAH! YOU DON'T GET TO SAY THINGS LIKE THAT! You better not-- Just walk in already. As he wandered around, he noticed a Troll. He didn't know that's what he was looking at, but I don't care. Well you SHOULD! DO IT RIGHT! Yeah, you supposed to… do it RIGHT! Real well said. Thanks! NO. You know what? JUST SHUT UP. This is NOT going to continue happening. I'M telling the story, I'll do it how I want! BM saw the freaking Troll! It had grey skin and stupid tatoos! BM walked into the room! STOP THAT! DON'T TELL THE STORY LIKE THIS AGAIN! I CAN'T HEAR YOU! The Troll was killing imps! BM was dumb! Scratch that, it's in the wrong tense! It should've said IS DUMB! BM failed to stop being dumb! Cytyrn succeeded to continue killing imps! Not that it's all that hard to do! BM looked a little irritated! Wah! Get OVER IT! Cytyrn got tripped! No one cares! BM jumped--
Wait… what… what are you… OH MY-- STOP! You're… Good… LORD… "Describe it." I… EVERY DETAIL. DESCRIBE IT. FROM T"H"EMOM"E"NTYOU LEFT"O"F"F." I can't… you… why did you…? "N"OW! HT! I…! Um… R-right. Ahem. BM jumped onto Cytyrn's prone form, and before he had a chance to react, BM picked up a jagged… I think it was a bone, and bashed Cytern in the head. At first, he seemed unfazed, but Bm just kept… hitting him. Over and over. At one point, one of his horns snapped off. Cytern looked like he was getting pretty angry, and was trying to get the bone out of BM's hand. But… he wouldn't stop. He just bashed and bashed until finally Cytyrn succumbed and fell face first to the ground. Just as Cytyrn was turning himself over, clearly not dead yet thanks to his strong blood color, BM grabbed a hook, disinterested that it was still connected to an imp, and plunged it into Cytyrn's left eye. He left it there so he could rummage around for something else, and found the troll's broken off horn. Bm… he smiled. It was… so wrong… but… it was such a wide smile. He raised the horn high and rammed it through Cytyrn's right arm. Then he pulled back out and… stabbed him through the neck. With his own horn. Purple blood began to puddle, but… apparently BM wasn't satisfied. Sitting on top of Cytyrn's heaving chest, BM grabbed the imp's free hand and raked its claws across Cytyrn's face, leaving three evenly spaced diagonal lines across it. He… He grabbed the bone again, and… he ran the jagged end… right through Cytyrn's chest, pinning him to the floor. Then he stood up and k-kicked him in the sides. I-I don’t know how many times… so many times… he… I lost count. Then he… he grabbed the grandfather clock… and he… he pulled it over… when it landed… the SOUND… the sound was… indescribable. I've never… in all my life… I've never seen anything…
The ship rocked as each one of the eight side cannons fired seconds apart from each other. Huge billows of smoke shooting from them as the cannon balls cut through the air and into the Dersite ship not 100 feet from them. They had yet to be in proper broadside position, showing only a portion of their side to his vessel. Making two shots sour off into the ocean while six blew holes into it and shot out the other side, grist shooting everywhere as they did. Baikal’s main hope was that he took out some of their cannons. A few agonizing seconds later the opposing ship had showed their entire side to them, and lo and behold 8 hatches opened and 8 cannons emerged. Baikal felt ice shoot down his spine.
“ (,3+ |)()VV| |!!”
And every turtle that heard him did, he wasn’t sure if they knew the danger they were in or if they were just too stupid to disobey him. Either way, they did. The sound of wood splintering and damn near explode made Baikal’s stomach churn. God, this was the most terrifying and coolest thing ever. After their barrage was finished Baikal popped out of cover and started to bark out commands.
“/-|lright, move us closer! | don't care how you do it! |3ut be prepared for boarding maneuvers! | want every available turtle on that ship now!”
The sail shot open and several turtles fell from their perches around it. Not that it mattered. They were obviously fine with how they instantly began to wriggle around on their backs unable to get up. He motioned for others to help them up. He began to make his way down the main deck towards the bow looking for his Dersite stowaway. He heard the cracks of muskets from the distance and ducked a little bit. Grist shot towards him as he hurried across several torn up sections of ship. At the other side he saw it just standing, it was the picture of calm even in this mess. it looked towards him and he motioned for it to come closer. It complied and moved in a quick pace to meet him halfway. when it did it snapped a salute and stood at attention. His mind reeled, what the hell was it? It seemed like what they were fighting, but different, more… trained? Whatever it was it was valuable. He needed it’s help on this ship.
“VVe are weeding out traitors you understand? | don't care what they say you got it?! +hey broke deserted! +hey are the enemy here! | expect you to eliminate with extreme prejudice!”
⇒ Corsair: Become the ArmedPartisan
Ap hesitated at this. No one had ever rebelled in Derse. The Queen made sure of it. Anyone who had thoughts of it were… executed. Was this the will of the Queen? Traitors. The word disgusted her. no one has the right to disobey their commanding officer. It was… she didn’t even know how to explain it. All it did was make it twitch a little bit. She eyed the ship they were closing in on. Her eyes narrowed. She snapped a salute quickly and made her way to her quarters. Uncaring as the ship was once again traded cannon fire with the other. Both ships rocked hard as the projectiles tore through each other with ease. Grist once again exploding from each. She went below deck and saw the holes going through each side of the ship. She moved to the cargo area and dug through several crates. After several seconds she pried a crate open, when she saw the contents she nodded and began to drag it to the upper deck for her captain. These “Crewmates” needed fire power, and she knew just how to give them that.
⇒ AP: Be the Corsair
Well, more like captain but right now he’s a tad busy. Baikal stared intently at the other ship, they were coming close now, only a minute or two before they boarded. God, this was awesome. Heh, looks like you’re about to do something stupid huh? It’s just a game right? But it feels so real… A smile found it’s way on his face as he tipped his hat over his eyes.
--PP to SP--
PP: |_ook. | don’t even know why |’m calling you but… PP: | just wanted to say | hate your pathetic guts.
Man, that always helps stress ya know? A small poking at his back made him lift his hat and turn around and look down. It was back, with a crate of Flint Lock rifles… Baikal’s face lightened up and a smile creeped on, his teeth showing a little. He gave it a pat on the head and yelled to the crew.
“3very one grab one!VVe're going on over!”
Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 7:02 pm
==> Kyanos: Skip past boring stuff and get to the important part!
The Mayor is anything but boring! That is pretty much the opposite of what The Mayor is! To skip past his introduction to our Hero of Hope would be a great disservice to literary convention!
==> Kyanos: Fine. Summarize previous events.
To summarize would be a great disservice to the awesomeness that is The Mayor!
==> Kyanos: I don't care.
Obviously not. But you know what you DO care about? The Mayor.
Shortly after passing through your gate and re-opening communications with the rest of your team, you came across a strange fellow who insists upon being called “The Mayor”. You assume he means the Mayor of whatever this strange board game themed neighborhood is. You also assume he's a little insane because so far he is the only other living thing you have run across since entering that didn't automatically attempt to gnaw your legs off; instead he insists on talking to inanimate cards with people drawn on them and treating pewter dogs like animate objects.
Oh, and protecting his bank vault full of fakey bullshit play money. This is actually how you found him initially. After attempting to abscond with some worthless cash, The Mayor revealed himself and demanded to know if you were “The Banker” or not.
You have no idea what he meant so you just kind of nodded and went along with it. After your declaration of indeed being “The Banker”, The Mayor was more than happy to let you take as much of it as you wanted. You kindly decline. The money is worthless.
Afterwards you discovered a return gate and brought The Mayor back to your hive to help you alchemize a bunch of junk you don't really care about. Maybe you'll get slightly less useless junk out of their combinations. You hope.
==> Kyanos: Alchemize with your new best friend!
You already have been! You eagerly anticipate the outcome of your first experiment in Alchemy!
Gutsticker&&Pair of Six-Sided Dice = Gungfarnir
What a handsome weapon! The length of its blade changes depending upon the dice rolled at its hilt. That could prove useful! Look how happy the Mayor is! Gay, even! He is most impressed by the length of your fine, manly staff!
==> Kyanos: Answer Danwer?
Huh. You can't actually recall the last time you and your team leader had actually spoken since the game started. This is probably important!
-- crazyC0llec70r [CC] began trolling silverPegasus [SP] -- CC: Hey, Kyan02, are y0u 7here? SP: Thαt dεpεnds υpοn whεrε "thεrε" hαppεns tο bε. SP: Ι wαs jυst ιn thε prοcεss οf mεssαgιng yου, ιn fαct. CC: Well, 7ha7 i2 qui7e f0r7ui70u2. CC: Wha7 did y0u need, 7hen? SP: Whιlε ιt wουld tεchnιcαlly bε my plαcε tο pοsε my ιnqυιrιεs fιrst, Ι αm nοt αbοvε αllοwιng yου α rεprιεvε frοm sυch εtιqυεttε. SP: Wαs thεrε sοmεthιng yου wιshεd tο αsk mε fιrst? CC: M027ly, I wa2 w0ndering h0w y0u were faring, game wi2e. SP: Ι hαvε pαssεd thε fιrst gαtε. CC: 7ha7'2... ac7ually pre77y 2pec7acular. I d0n'7 7hink any0ne el2e ha2. I wa2 ab0u7 70, bu7, well, I'm kinda a2leep righ7 n0w. SP: Pεgαshιrε, οr shουld Ι sαy, Rοckεtshιrεsprιtε, hαs ιnfοrmεd mε thαt thιs ιs my lαnd? SP: Αnd yου αrε αslεεp? SP: Thεn hοw αrε wε mεssαgιng οnε αnοthεr? CC: Ah, ye2. I f0rg07 n07 many pe0ple kn0w ab0u7 7ha7 ye7. CC: Well, each 0f u2 ha2 an ex7ra life, 20 70 2peak. CC: Called a Dream 2elf. CC: When y0u 2leep, y0u wake up a2 y0ur dream 2elf. CC: Unle22 y0ur dream2elf ha2 ye7 70 awaken. CC: Which i2 7he ca2e 0f m027 0f 0ur 7eamma7e2. SP: Ιsn't thαt α bιt cουntεrιntυιtιvε? CC: Perhap2, bu7 I d0n'7 make 7he rule2. SP: Ι dο nοt rεcαll hαvιng sυch α "sεlf", αwαkε οr nοt. CC: In any ca2e, my dream 2elf, being 7he me wh0 i2 curren7ly 7yping 70 y0u, ha2 been awake l0nger 7han I can remember. SP: Pεrsοnαlιtιεs αppαrεntly αrεn't thαt dιvεrgεnt. CC: 7hey can be. SP: Ι nεvεr wουld hαvε knοwn hαd yου nοt tοld mε. CC: I'm n07. CC: I'm kinda a 2pecial ca2e, I 7hink. SP: Ι mυst αdmιt Ι fιnd ιt slιghtly dιffιcυlt tο bεlιεvε. CC: Having been awake my wh0le life, my 7w0 2elve2 have had much m0re 0f a chance 70 even 0u7. CC: Hard 70 believe, ye2. I under27and. I've deal7 wi7h 7ha7 my wh0le life. Bu7 in 7hi2 ca2e... y0u need 70 believe me. CC: 0ur dream 2elve2 will play a vi7al r0le in 0ur que27. SP: Ι wιll hαvε tο tαkε yουr wοrd οn thαt. SP: Thεn αgαιn Ι hαvε nοt slεpt sιncε thε gαmε bεgαn. SP: Whαt kιnd οf plαcε dο yου gο whεn yου αrε αslεεp? CC: I7'2 a plane7 called Der2e. CC: Der2e i2 7he f0rce generally 0pp02ing 0ur que27. SP: Ι sεε. CC: I7'2... I've been 27abbed 0n a number 0f 0cca2i0n2 here, bu7 I've managed 70 c0nvince 7heir queen 7ha7 I'm 0n 7heir 2ide. SP: Αnd ιs my drεαmsεlf thεrε αs wεll? CC: 7h0ugh, I 7hink my influence i2 2lipping. SP: Αlsο thαt dοεs nοt sουnd vεry hεαlthy. CC: Y0ur dream2elf... Le7 me 7hink. CC: I7'2 hard 70 remember, 20me7ime2. 7he 2pire2 we live in... are hard 70 c0ncen7ra7e 0n. CC: N0, I d0n'7 recall 2eeing y0u in 0ne 0f 7he 2pire2. Y0u likely dream 0n Pr02pi7. SP: Whεrε? CC: Pr02pi7 i2 7he 0pp02ing f0rce 70 Der2e. CC: I've never been 7here, bu7 I'm 70ld every7hing i2 g0lden. SP: Dοεsn't bειng αslεεp ιn αn αdvεrsε εnvιrοnmεnt pυt οnε ιn α grεαt dεαl οf dαngεr? CC: Ye2. Which i2 why I wi2h 7here wa2n'7 20 much g0ing 0n, 20 I c0uld relax and ge7 my2elf 70 2leep 0n 7hi2 end. CC: I7'2 n07 y0ur faul7. CC: I7'2 Zaviga'2 di2appearance. CC: I7 pu72 a pre77y big den7 in my plan2. SP: Hε hαs dιssαpεαrεd? CC: A2 far a2 I can 7ell. SP: Αlsο, hοw mαny οthεrs hαvε αwοkεn οn yουr drεαm plαnεt? CC: He'2 n07 0n 7he ma27er li27 0f 0nline handle2. CC: Hmm... 7w0? Cani2a and Nick, I 7hink. SP: Cαnιsα hαs nοt spοkεn tο mε οf thιs αs οf yεt. CC: 2he men7i0ned i7 in 0ne 0f her gl0bal 2h0u72. CC: 70 which I will a22ure y0u her dream 2elf i2 perfec7ly 2afe, and unharmed. SP: Αh! Thε bαfflιng cοnvεrsαtιοn Ι dιd nοt ιnqυιrε αbουt, yεs. SP: Ι sυppοsε thαt mαkεs sεnsε nοw. CC: Yeah, i7'2 a l07 70 7ake in. 7he magni7ude 0f wha7'2 g0ing 0n here. CC: I've had my wh0le life 70 prepare f0r 7hi2. I can'7 imagine wha7 i7'2 like f0r every0ne el2e. SP: Sο wαιt SP: Ι jυst rεαlιsεd SP: Yου dεcιdεd tο tαkε α nαp? CC: N0. I 7hink 20me7hing hi7 me 0n 7he head. SP: Υnfοrtυnαtε. CC: Unf0r7una7ely, I'm really n07 2ure wha7. SP: Αm Ι tο αssυmε ιt ιs dιffιcυlt tο αwαkεn? CC: I d0n'7 kn0w. CC: A2 I've 2aid, I've been awake my wh0le life. CC: I 7hink i7'2 u2ually 7riggered by 20me7hing. CC: Bu7 I d0n'7 kn0w wha7. CC: I wi2h I knew wh0 wa2 awake 0n Pr02pi7. We c0uld 27ar7 c00rdina7ing. SP: Cοοrdιnαtιng ιs cεrtαιnly sοmεthιng Ι cαn gεt bεhιnd. SP: Dο yου knοw whο ιs αslεεp οn yουr plαnεt? SP: Ι sυppοsε ιt wουld bε α mαttεr οf εlιmιnαtιοn ιn dιscοvεrιng whο wουld bε οn thε οthεr. SP: Υnlεss thεrε αrε mοrε thαn twο. SP: Αrε thεrε mοrε thαn twο? CC: Hmm... Well...L0hi... SP: Plαnεts Ι mεαn. CC: 7rying 70 recall. A2 I've 2aid, i7'2 hard 70 c0ncen7ar7e 0n. I kn0w h0w many 70wer2 7here are, and wh0'2 in 7hem, bu7 20me7ime2 reali7y play2 7rick2 0n my mind. CC: N0, n07 m0re 7han 7w0 plane72, 20 far a2 I kn0w. CC: Jenn... and Cy7ryn, I 7hink. CC: Ye2, I 7hink 7ha7'2 every0ne I recall 2eeing here 0n Der2e. SP: Ιt mαy bε sαfε tο wαgεr α gυεss thαt thε οthεrs yου hαvε nοt sεεn αrε οn thε οthεr plαnεt. CC: I w0uld a22ume 20. SP: Thουgh Ι αm rεlυctαnt tο αttεmpt tο slεεp αt thε mοmεnt tο sεε ιf Ι cαn αwαkεn. CC: I w0uld be, a2 well. I7 will happen when i7 will happen. SP: Fοr nοw Ι wιll fοcυs οn thε tαsks αt hαnd. SP: Ι wιll αsk yου, hοw mυch dο yου knοw οf thε "Lαnds"? CC: Very li77le, 2adly. 7hey were ei7her l0cked 0r n0n exi27an7 un7il we en7ered 7he Medium. CC: I7'2 hard 70 kn0w f0r cer7ain. CC: 7here i2 inf0rma7i0n ab0u7 7hem here n0w, bu7 I have ye7 70 ge7 a chance 70 g0 7hr0ugh i7. SP: Thεn Ι wιll sεε αs Ι gο. SP: Rοckεtshιrεsprιtε hαs bεεn spεαkιng ιn tεrrιblε hοrsε rεlαtεd pυns αnd rιddlεs, bυt whαt lιttlε Ι cαn tεll, thεrε ιs sοmε kιnd οf "Qυεst" αt hαnd. CC: 7here 2h0uld be. SP: Thαt ιs, ιn fαct, whαt Ι wαs gοιng tο αsk yου. CC: A2 far a2 I can 7ell, each 0f 0ur que272 will be differen7. SP: Αbουt thε Lαnd, tο sεε ιf Ι cουld gεt mοrε ιnfοrmαtιοn frοm yου. SP: Thαt wουld mαkε sεnsε. CC: Ba2ed 0n 0ur per20nali7ie2 and d0main2 0f p0wer. SP: Spεαkιng οf whιch, Ι hαvε dιscοvεrεd whαt Ι bεlιεvε wαs cαllεd by my fαιthfυl hοοfbεαst cοmpαnιοn α "Rεtυrn Gαtε". SP: Ι hαvε αlsο dιscοvεrεd α rαthεr εnεrgεtιc rεsιdεnt οf thιs plαcε. CC: 0h? SP: Hε sεεms tο wιsh tο gιvε mε strαngε οbjεcts thαt αrε rεlαtεd tο bοαrd gαmε pαrαphεnαlια. SP: hε αlsο sεεms tο nοt wαnt mε tο gο ιn thε dιrεctιοn οf thε brιght flαshιng lιghts οn thε hοrιzοn. CC: Well, 7hen 7he wi2e27 c0ur2e 0f ac7i0n i2 clearly 70 7ake 7h02e i7em2, and figure 0u7 wha7 7hey are f0r. SP: Ι thιnk Ι hεαr wεαpοns dιschαrgιng. SP: Ιn thε dιstαncε. SP: Αnd Ι hαvε cοnsιdεrεd thιs. SP: Thαt wαs whαt εlsε Ι wαs gοιng tο αsk yου. CC: Hmm. SP: Hοw bεnεfιcιαl dο yου bεlιεvε thαt υsιng thεsε ιtεms wιth οthεrs ιn thαt strαngε αlchεmιtεr dεvιcε wουld bε? SP: Ι cοnfεss Ι hαvε hαrdly tουchεd οr tιnkεrεd wιth ιt. CC: M027 beneficial, if d0ne c0rrec7ly. CC: Y0u may wan7 70 check 7he alchemy mem0 I have 2e7 up. 7here are 20me very u2eful c0de2 in 7here, a2 well a2 20me 7ip2 0n u2ing 7he device2. SP: Ι hαvε. Ι αm cοnsιdεrιng αttεmptιng nεw "rεcιpεs" thουgh Ι αm rεlυctαnt tο wαstε rεsουrcεs sο flαgrαntly. CC: Well, I'm fairly cer7ain we will be prac7icall7 dr0wning in gri27 bef0re l0ng. SP: Pεrhαps. Ι wιll αttεmpt α fεw. Thε rεsιdεnt hαs fοllοwεd mε bαck tο my Hιvε. Hε sεεms vεry εαgεr tο dιrεct mε tο υsε thεsε ιn sοmεthιng. SP: Οh. SP: Ι sυppοsε Ι shουld dεscrιbε hιm. CC: 7ha7 may help. CC: Y0u... are 7aking ra7her a l0ng 7ime. SP: Hε αppεαrs tο hαvε skιn mαdε οf sοmε kιnd οf chιtιnουs mαtεrιαl? Hε ιs αlsο thε pυrεst blαck Ι hαvε εvεr sεεn. Thε cοlοr, nοt thε εmοtιοn. Hε ιs αs dιαmεtrιcαlly οppοsεd tο thε lαttεr αs Ι hαvε εvεr sεεn. Ι αssυmεd hε wαs α αn εnεmy αt fιrst. Bυt Ι thιnk hε ιs α gαmε cοnstrυct οf sοmε kιnd? CC: Wai7, he'2 a Der2i7e? SP: Hε ιs αlsο wεαrιng α shεεt. Αnd α gιαnt mεtαl hαt. SP: Dοεs thαt mεαn hε cοmεs frοm yουr slεεpιng drεαm plαnεt? CC: Ye2. CC: 7he Der2i7e2 are black and carapaced, a2 y0u de2cribed. CC: Bu7 if 0ne2 0n y0ur w0rld... SP: Αlsο, thε hαt ιs vεry clαssy. Ι mυst αdmιt Ι αm α bιt εnvιουs οf ιt. Ι thιnk hε ιs α fιgυrε οf αυthοrιty. CC: 7here have 0nly been... 7w0 0rder2 f0r Der2i7e2 70 g0 70 0ur land2... And nei7her 0f 7hem were 70 y0ur2. SP: Αrε thεy nοrmαlly nοt mεαnt tο gο tο ουr lαnds? CC: Well, m027 0f 7hem 27ay here 0n Der2e unle22 7hey have 0rder2 70 g0 el2e where. 7here are a bunch 0n 7he Ba77lefield, 20ldier2, all 0f 7hem, bu7 7he en7ire plane7 0f Der2e, 2mall 7h0ugh i7 i2, i2 a ci7y. Fully p0pula7ed. I 2up02e 20me 0f 7hem c0uld leave... CC: Wai7. CC: Y0u 2aid he wa2 a friendly fell0w? SP: Vεry mυch sο. CC: Hmm. SP: Hε hαs tαkεn αn ιntεrεst ιn ουr cοnvεrsαtιοn, by thε wαy. CC: 0h, he ha2? SP: Hε ιs prεtεndιng nοt tο rεαd οvεr my shουldεr, yεs. CC: Well, if i7'2 wh0 I 7hink i7 i2... 7ell him 7he Mage 2aid hell0. If he reac72 well, he'2 a friend, if he ge72 mildly 2cared, 7hen he c0uld be anyb0dy. If he ac72 aggre2ively, back away 2l0wly. SP: Hε sεεms tο hαvε gοttεn sοmεhοw εvεn mοrε chεεrfυl. Hε ιs wαvιng. Ι thιnk hε wαnts mε tο tεll yου thαt hε ιs wαvιng. Αnd sο Ι hαvε. CC: 7hen he i2 m027 defina7ely a friend. 7ha7 guy ha2 20me grea7 idea2 ab0u7 h0w a g0vernmen7 2h0uld be run. A li77le naive, bu7 g00d. He'2 0ne 0f few Der2i7e2 wh0 I w0uld ac7ually 7ru27. SP: Thεn Ι wιll dο sο αs wεll. SP: Ι hαvε bεεn εncουrαgεd tο cοmbιnε ιtεms υsιng thιs mαchιnε. Ι thιnk ιt pεrtιnεnt tο dο sο bεfοrε Ι ιnvεstιgαtε thε lιghts οvεr thε hοrιzοn οf my lαnd. CC: 7ha7 may be 20. 7ry c0mbining 20me7hing wi7h y0ur weap0n. Y0u may make an even be77er weap0n. CC: I, my2elf, have a 27aff 7ha7 can 2e7 7hing2 0n fire, 0cca2i0nally. SP: Ι hαvε tο kεεp tεllιng hιm Ι dο nοt wαnt Skιttlεs. Hε kεεps οffεrιng mε Skιttlεs. SP: Wοndεrfυl. CC: 7ake 7he 2ki77le2. 7a27e 7he 2pec7rum. SP: Nοw Rοckεtshιrεsprιtε αnd thιs strαngε lιttlε mαn αrε shαrιng Skιttlεs. SP: Nο. Ι wιll dο nο sυch thιng. CC: Ye2, I kn0w. 7hey are mildly creepy. I'm ac7ually kinda 2urpri2ed 7hey never g07 pha2ed 0u7 0f pr0duc7i0n. SP: θ~θ CC: Are y0u... crying? CC: I2 7ha7 a crying em07e? SP: Nο. Ι mοst cεrtαιnly αm nοt. CC: 0kay. SP: Ιt ιs dιstrεssιng. Ι cαnnοt brιng mysεlf tο bε αngry wιth thιs lιttlε mαn. CC: He ha2 7ha7 effec7. SP: Ι αm, hοwεvεr, tεllιng Rοckεtshιrεsprιtε whεrε hε cαn shοvε hιs frυιty pεllεts οf dιsgυstιng mοckεry. SP: Thουgh Ι dο nοt knοw ιf hε hαs sυch α plαcε αnymοrε, bειng α ghοst. CC: 0h, yeah. Every0ne el2e'2 2pri7e ha2 a gh027 bu77. SP: Α crυdε vεrnαcυlαr thαt mαybε οnly pεrtαιns tο hυmαn αnαtοmy. CC: Perhap2. SP: Αnywαy, pεrhαps Ι shουld fοcυs οn thιngs hεrε. SP: Ι wιll rεpοrt mοrε whεn Ι hαvε vεntυrεd fυrthεr. CC: 0kay. 20und2 like a plan. If y0u wake up 0n Pr02pi7, le7 me kn0w. SP: Ι bεlιεvε Ι mαy dεsιrε tο kεεp thιs strαngε ιndιvιdυαl ιn my Hιvε fοr nοw. SP: Αnd Ι wιll. CC: I w0n'7 270p y0u. SP: Αlrιght, whεn Ι hαvε lεαrnεd mοrε Ι wιll lεt yου knοw. Fοr nοw, Ι αm gοιng tο cοntιnυε thε gαmε prοpεr. Ι hοpε thε rεst οf thε tεαm wιll bε εntεrιng thειr lαnds sοοn αs wεll. CC: 200n, m027 likely. Fir27 7hing I'm g0nna d0 when I wake up. SP: Οh! Οnε lαst thιng. Wιll yου rεmεmbεr thιs cοnvεrsαtιοn υpοn wαkιng? CC: Ye2. My 7w0 2elve2 have had en0ugh 7ime 70 even 0u7, and really ju27 be 7he 2ame guy. CC: And if I d0n'7 I have 2h0u7 l0g2. SP: Gοοd. Thεn wε wιll cοntιnυε dιscυssιοn lαtεr fοr cεrtαιn. CC: 0f c0ur2e, f0r n0w, I have 70 c0n7inue f0rmula7ing my new plan. -- crazyC0llec70r [CC] gave up trolling silverPegasus [SP] at 01:33 –
==> Kyanos: Answer the Pirate
A new buzz alerts you to the incoming message of your rival. You thought he wasn't going to be talking with you for a while. Unfortunate. Oh, look, an insult! At least you think it's meant to be, you're not entirely sure. The sheer maddening incompetence of your kismesis never ceases to amaze you.
-- silverPegasus [SP] began trolling piratePhilosophy [PP] -- SP: Yου cαn dο bεttεr thαn thαt. SP: Α hιghblοοd οf yουr stαtυrε shουld bε αblε tο thιnk οf fαr mοrε εlαbοrαtε αnd ιnflαmαtοry lαngυαgε. SP: Υnlεss οf cουrsε sυch mιnιmαlιstιc scαthιng wοrds αrε α dεlιbεrαtε ιnsυlt tο my οwn lοwεr stαndιng αs αn Ιndιgο thαt yου dο nοt fεεl α nεεd tο wαstε yουr vαstly sυpεrιοr lιngυαl skιlls. PP: VVhat do you want. SP: Ιf thαt ιs thε cαsε thαn pεrhαps Ι hαvε sεvεrεly υndεrεstιmαtεd yουr αbιlιtιεs ιn thε sυbtlε αrt οf blαckrοm, αnd wιll cοmmεncε α rιgοrουs slοw clαp ιn yουr hοnοr. PP: ()h yes, because your pathetic arm muscles have atrophed to the point of near uselessness when it comes to locomotion. PP: $top talking you worm. SP: Ι wιll hαvε yου knοw thαt my αrm mυsclεs αrε thε εpιtοmε οf my rαnkιng. PP: ()f course. ()f course, so thats why you can only muster a slow clap. PP: VVhat? SP: Wουld yου rαthεr thεy bε α spεεdy cαcαphοny υpοn yουr fαcε, εlιcιtιng α rαthεr lυrιd dιsplαy οf flυsh? PP: |-|mmm. | would also enjoy your rotting corpse, but | don;t think | can achieve that when your so far away. SP: Αll ιn dυε tιmε. PP: | will enjoy when | see you the frst time. PP: $mall fry. SP: Spεαkιng οf whιch, ιt hαs cοmε tο my αttεntιοn thαt Ι mαy hαvε bεαtεn yου yεt αgαιn by εntεrιng my οwn Lαnd bεfοrε yου hαvε εntεrεd yουrs. PP: (ongrats. PP: |'m so very happy. PP: $o very ******** happy. SP: Dο Ι sεnsε α hιnt οf jεαlουsy? PP: |_ike you could see anything past your own imaginary supremacy. SP: Ιmαgιnαry οr nο, οnε οf υs ιs ιn thειr Lαnd. Αnd thαt sοmεοnε ιs nοt yου. SP: Ιs ιt? PP: VVhats the world like. /-|re you drowning yet? SP: Nο. Ιt ιs α wοrld οf stαrs αnd tαctιcαl gαmεs. Ι thιnk. SP: Ι hαvε εvεn mαdε α spεcιαl frιεnd. PP: (ongradulations. SP: Hε ιs thε bεst frιεnd yου wιll nεvεr hαvε. PP: VVonderful. VVho is he? SP: Hε ιs α fιgυrε οf αυthοrιty. Dαnwεr hαs ιnfοrmεd mε thαt hε ιs α Dεrsιtε. hε ιs thε fιrst Ι hαvε sεεn. PP: ()h like my first mate? SP: Yου hαvε α fιrst mαtε? PP: | am the captain of a ship. PP: /-|nd recently destroyed an opposing ship. SP: Ιs thαt sο? PP: '/es. PP: |'m sure you would have loved how we tossed the survivers over board than blew the ship up to gather more grist, SP: Αll bεfοrε yου εntεrεd yουr Lαnd? PP: /-|fter | entered. PP: | wouldn't be waging war on allies | SP: Αh, sο yου hαvε ιndεεd εntεrεd yουr Lαnd prοpεr? PP: '/es. PP: |3een here for four hours. PP: (ommandeered a ship and have set sail. SP: Thεn yουr rυsε wαs wεll plαyεd. SP: Tο cοrnεr mε ιn α sεnsε οf sυpεrιοr cοnfιdεncε, οnly tο υnvειl α trυth thαt yου ιn fαct, hαd bεαtεn mε. PP: ()f course | SP: Thεn pεrhαps Ι wιll hαvε bεttεr υsε fοr thεsε nεw ιnstrυmεnts Ι αm crαftιng thαn Ι οrιgιnαlly cοnsιdεrεd. PP: (,ood, | would like to meet you at least once before you die small fry. SP: Ι dο nοt ιntεnd tο dο sο bεfοrε wε mεεt. SP: Dιε, Ι mεαn. PP: (,ood. PP: |f anyone is to kill you. |t will be me damnit. SP: Ι wουld εxpεct nο lεss. PP: (,ood, at least you know you're place. PP: | |ow |'m busy. (,ood bye. SP: Αnd fοr yου tο dιε bεfοrε wε mεεt wουld bε εqυαlly α dιssεrvιcε tο οnε οf yουr rαnk. SP: Ι dο nοt bεlιεvε yου wιll, bυt dο nοt dιsαppοιnt mε αnywαy. PP: | won't be like my worthless ancestor | SP: Yου kεεp spεαkιng οf thεm αs ιf thεy οffεnd yου. PP: |v|y ancestor did nothing |PP: |-|e was only a hindrance to our people. SP: Α lοfty gοαl tο brιng prιdε bαck tο yουr stαtυs, thεn. PP: | |o. PP: |t's not that. SP: Thεn whαt ιs ιt? PP: '/ou wouldn't understand. PP: | |ot this. PP: |'m busy. (,ood bye. SP: Pεrhαps nοt. Ιt ιs οf lιttlε cοncεrn tο mε, hοwεvεr. Αll thαt mαttεrs ιs thε hεrε αnd nοw, αnd ιt wουld bε bεst ιf yου rεmεmbεr thαt. Fυschιαs αlwαys lιvε ιn thε shαdοw οf thειr prεdεcεssοr, grεαtεr thαn αny οn thε hεmοspεctrυm. Bυt αll thαt mαttεrs tο mε ιs yουr οwn pεrsοnαl sυccεss. SP: Οr fαιlυrε. PP: |... don;t know how to react to that. SP: Οf cουrsε yου wουldn't. SP: Ι wιll lεαvε yου tο yουr tαsks. PP: '/ou better not be talking down to me agin. PP: (,ood. SP: Fαr bε ιt frοm mε tο dο sυch α thιng. Bυt wεrε Ι tο dο sο, thε thrιll οf skιrtιng dαngεr wουld bε fαr tοο εntιcιng tο pαss υp. PP: | hate you. PP: $o much. SP: Οf cουrsε yου dο. SP: Fοr ιf yου dιdn't, Ι wουld hαvε tο kιll yου fοr bειng spιnεlεss ιn αddιtιοn tο bειng gεnεrαlly dιchοtοmουs tο yουr plαcε οn thε hεmοspεctrυm. PP: |f | didn't rip your weak spine from your body first. SP: Wε shαll sεε, wοn't wε? PP: |f | dont rip your eyes out first, SP: Spοkεn lιkε α trυε fαkε lεαdεr. PP: $poken like a traitor. PP: |;m sure you know the /-|lterinian policy when it comes to traitors yes? SP: Οf cουrsε. SP: Ι wουldn't bε α schοlαr οf sυch thιngs ιf Ι dιdn't, nοw wουld Ι? PP: (,ood, than you know what to expect if you keep saying these things. PP: | can never be too sure, if your your arms have atrophed your mind might have as well. SP: Sυch ιs thε dαngεr οf ουr sο-cαllεd rεlαtιοnshιp. Ιt mεαns yου αrε fιnαlly tαkιng yουr pοsιtιοn sεrιουsly. PP: | have time | SP: Ι sοmεhοw dουbt yου wιll fιnd αnοthεr qυιtε αs dεdιcαtεd tο yουr αscεnsιοn ιn yουr lιfεtιmε. Yου wιll bε α trυε Αltεrnιαn lεαdεr οr yου wιll bε bεαtεn tο dεαth by mysεlf ιn thε prοcεss. PP: | will have to be something more than just an /-|lternian leader | SP: Trυε. Α lεαdεr οf αll ουr kιnd. Pεrhαps εvεn thε hυmαns. PP: +hey will always lead themselves. |f they ask | will only guide them. SP: Ιf yου sαy sο. PP: | |ot just say it will be so. SP: Ιn thε εnd ιt wιll bε υltιmαtεly yουr chοιcε hοw yου rεlαtε ουr rαcε wιth thειrs. PP: | know. SP: Thε qυεstιοn thεn wιll bε hοw thεy dεcιdε tο rεlαtε tο ουrs. PP: +hey have done admirably so far, but the individual is always different than the group. SP: Ι αm spεαkιng οf thειr rαcε αs α whοlε. Ι αm sυrε yου hαvε stυdιεd thειr cυltυrε. Hοw vιοlεnt thεy αrε tο thεmsεlvεs. Αdmιrαblε, bυt dεαdly tο α cοddlιng stαncε. PP: $urvival takes precidance. | know this. |v|y plan if it ever came to it was to relocate everyone on the beforan asteroid and jettison it into earth. SP: Dεstrοy thε εntιrε plαnεt? PP: |)rastic. |3ut, if it came to it. | |ecessary. $ome species need to be put down before they hurt to many others. PP: +he planet would survive. PP: +he planet would go on. PP: 3verything on it. | |ot so much. SP: Nο οffεnsε, bυt Ι fεαr thε gαmε wε αrε tαkιng pαrt ιn wιll bεαt yου tο thαt εxtrεmε. PP: |t already has. SP: Ι αm sυddεnly nοt sο sυrε αbουt thαt. PP: |3e that as it may be. | will assume the worst so as to be prepared for it. SP: Οnε οf υs mαy hαvε tο. PP: | will make sure we win this game. | |o matter the cost. SP: Οptιmιsm frοm Pεssιmιsm. SP: Ιn trυth Ι lοοk fοrwαrd tο hοw yου ιnεvιtαbly hαndlε thιngs. PP: | hope it doesn't come to it. SP: Sυccεss οn yουr pαrt rεflεcts οn αll οf υs. Jυst rεmεmbεr thαt. PP: | always do. SP: Gοοd. Yου αrε shοwιng prοmιsε. Ι αm εvεr mοrε εαgεr fοr υs tο crοss spεαrs. Trαιls οf cοlοr wιll flοw frοm ουr bοdιεs αs wε clαsh, Ι αm cεrtαιn. PP: |v|ay blood be shed, and swords be crossed | SP: Εnουgh sεntιmεntαlιty, Ι hαvε my jοb tο dο, αs dο yου. Ι fεαr Ι sυspεct α dεlαyιng tαctιc αt thιs pοιnt. Ι hαvε thιngs tο crεαtε αnd α Lαnd tο εxplοrε. PP: (,ood, get out of my face before | become cross $mall fry. SP: Ι wιll cοntιnυε tο dεfy yου lαtεr. Εnjοy yουr αdvαntαgε whιlε yου stιll rεtαιn ιt. -- silverPegasus [SP] gave up trolling piratePhilosophy [PP] –
==> Kyanos: Answer... Wait, who is this?
You have absolutely no idea who this guy is. But it seems they want to talk to you out of the blue, and who better to do that with than one of your stature? You could say your very blood color demands it the best way and time to be spoken to.
-- apogeeLycanthrope [AL] began trolling silverPegasus [SP] -- AL: ...H3llo? AL: Is this an accurat3 handl3? AL: Or am I just making an a** of mys3lf? SP: Thιs ιs αn αccυrαtε hαndlε ιnsοfαr αs ιt ιs mιnε, yεs. AL: Ah, y3s, th3r3 you ar3. AL: Danw3r gav3 m3 th3s3, so I couldn't confirm wh3th3r or not th3y w3r3 accurat3. AL: Anyway... I suppos3 you'r3 wond3ring who I am. SP: Υnυsυαl. Ι αm υnfαmιlιαr wιth thιs hαndlε. Thεn αgαιn ιt ιs dιffιcυlt tο kεεp trαck οf whο εvεry plαyεr ιs sιncε thε gαmε hαs stαrtεd. AL: I don't think you'd b3 familiar with m3. AL: I'm not... from this s3ssion. SP: Hm. Αnοthεr frοm ουtsιdε thε sεssιοn hαs jοιnεd ουr rαnks thεn? AL: You m3an th3r3's anoth3r cross-s3ssion play3r h3r3? SP: Ι cαn οnly αssυmε sο, yεs. AL: Int3r3sting. AL: But I forg3t my mann3rs- I hav3n't 3v3n introduc3d mys3lf. AL: I am Mako. Mako Moritomi. SP: Nειthεr hαvε Ι, sο Ι mυst αpοlοgιzε. SP: Kyαnοs Εlpεsε, bυt yου mαy sιmply cαll mε by my fιrst nαmε. AL: Pl3asur3 to m33t you, Kyanos. SP: Lιkεwιsε. SP: Ι shουld αsk: Αrε yου Hυmαn οr Trοll? AL: Human. AL: I must warn you, b3for3 I cam3 to this s3ssion, I didn't know your sp3ci3s 3xist3d. AL: So, if I should do som3thing unint3ntionally insulting to your cultur3, f33l fr33 to corr3ct m3. SP: Υnυsυαl. AL: V3ry. SP: Ι αm υnsυrε whαt tο mαkε οf thαt. SP: Wεrε thε Mεtεοrs nοt prεsεnt bεfοrε yου bεgαn yουr sεssιοn? AL: Oh, th3r3 w3r3 m3t3ors, but only aft3r w3 start3d. AL: ...As I'm sur3 you'r3 awar3. SP: Αgαιn, υnυsυαl, αnd Ι knοw οf whαt yου spεαk, yεs. SP: Bυt Ι spεαk οf thε Mεtεοrs thαt bοrε ουr spεcιεs tο οrbιt thε hυmαn plαnεt οf Εαrth. AL: Ah. Th3n no, sorry, th3r3 wasn't anything lik3 that. SP: Wουld yου ιndυlgε mε tο tεll mε α bιt αbουt bοth yουr plαnεt αnd thε sεssιοn yου wεrε οrιgιnαlly α pαrt οf? AL: W3ll, from what I'v3 gath3r3d, sp3aking to your compatriots, my plan3t is about two hundr3d y3ars b3hind yours, chronologically. SP: Ι fιnd thαt εxtrεmεly dιffιcυlt tο bεlιεvε. SP: Hοwεvεr, ιt mαy pοsιt α thεοry. SP: Οnε Ι wιll hαvε tο εxαmιnε mοrε clοsεly bεfοrε jυmpιng tο αny cοnclυsιοns. AL: Uhuh. AL: Anyway, as far as I know, th3r3 wasn't anyon3 of your sp3ci3s on my world. AL: Or around it, as it sounds. SP: Sο thιs ιs thε fιrst tιmε yου hαvε εvεr spοkεn tο αny οf υs. SP: Ι nοtιcε thαt yου mαrk yουr wοrds αs wε dο, hοwεvεr. AL: W3ll, y3ah. I gu3ss som3 things ar3 kinda constant, y3s? SP: Pεrhαps. Ι αm cυrιουs αs tο why, hοwεvεr. AL: I don't know. I was surpris3d as w3ll, onc3 I start3d picking up your transmissions. SP: Hm. Wεll, ιn ουr cυltυrε ιt ιs α rεlαtαblε qυιrk. Thε wαy wε typε rεprεsεnts υs ιn sοmε wαy. SP: Οn αn ιndιvιdυαl lεvεl αt lεαst. AL: I s33. SP: Ι fοrsεε α grεαt dεαl οf cοnfυsιng mαtεrιαl αhεαd fοr yου. SP: Ι hαvε yου αt α dιsαdvαntαgε αs Ι αlrεαdy knοw α lοt αbουt hυmαn bιοlοgy αnd psychοlοgy. SP: Bυt yου knοw nοthιng οf υs yεt, yεs? AL: I'm inclin3d to agr33. AL: I'v3 only h3ard what Danw3r and Baikal hav3 had to say. AL: Apart from that, I'm at a loss. AL: Still trying to wrap my h3ad around th3 blood thing, r3ally. SP: Sο yου knοw οf thαt αlrεαdy? SP: οr αt lεαst α smαll αmουnt? AL: A bit. AL: From what th3y told m3, you'r3 a highblood, right? SP: Yεs. SP: Αn Ιndιgο. AL: Cool. At l3ast I got that part right. SP: Οnly α mεrε twο stεps bεhιnd thε hιghεst tιεr. AL: Must b3 quit3 an honor, th3n. SP: Yου cουld sαy thαt. SP: Hοwεvεr, Ι αm αfrαιd ουr lεαdεr ιs α bιt sοft. Dεplοrαblε. AL: That's always disappointing. SP: Thε nυαncεs οf ουr cυltυrε αrε pεrhαps dιffιcυlt tο grαsp, bυt αs α Fυschια blοοd ουr lεαdεr hαs α prεdιspοsιtιοn tο bειng lεss thαn Αltεrnιαn. SP: Οh. SP: Pεrhαps yου αrε υnfαmιlιαr wιth thαt pεrtιcυlαr thιng αs wεll. SP: Thεrε αrε twο kιnds οf υs αt thε mοmεnt. AL: Oh, I know about that. AL: Baikal told m3 about th3 Alt3rnians and... what3v3r it is h3 is. AL: Wait, is that who you'r3 talking about? Baikal? SP: Bεfοrυs Trοlls. SP: Αnd yεs. SP: Bαιkαl. SP: Ι tαkε ιt yου hαvε spοkεn tο hιm? AL: For a littl3 whil3, y3s. SP: Ιt ιs gοοd tο knοw yουr tεαm mαtεs, αs Ι fεαr yου αrε ιn thιs wιth υs whεthεr yου lιkε ιt οr nοt. AL: You wouldn't happ3n to b3 his... oh, what was th3 word... scr3w it. His hat3-boyfri3nd thing? SP: yου αlrεαdy knοw οf thε qυαdrαnts? AL: I know of two. AL: H3 us3d on3 word to d3scrib3 my girlfri3nd and I, and anoth3r for him and som3 guy h3 lov3-hat3d, or som3thing. SP: Hε ιs my Kιsmεsιs, yεs. Ιt dοεs nοt sυrprιsε mε thαt hε dιd nοt mεntιοn mε by nαmε. SP: Wαιt, yου hαvε α "gιrlfrιεnd"? AL: ...Had. AL: Sh3 di3d to g3t m3 h3r3. SP: Υnfοrtυnαtε. Ι wαs gοιng tο αsk ιf shε hαd crοssεd οvεr ιntο ουr sεssιοn wιth yου. AL: Sadly, no. I'm th3 only on3. SP: hεr εffοrts wεrε αppαrεntly nοt wαstεd, hοwεvεr, Ι mυst εxtεnd my cοndοlεncεs. Ι knοw hοw dιffιcυlt ιt ιs tο fιll α qυαdrαnt. AL: I'm still not sur3 what that quadrant thing is, but thank you for your compassion. AL: I appr3ciat3 what sh3 did for m3, of cours3. I'm just sorry it cam3 to that. SP: Hυmαn rεlαtιοnshιps αrε nοt αs nυαncεd αs ουrs, sο Ι cαn υndεrstαnd thε cοnfυsιοn. AL: Y3ah, I gath3r3d. You trolls ar3 pr3tty compl3x. SP: Bυt pεrhαps hοpε ιs nοt yεt lοst fοr yου. Wε wιll hαvε tο sεε hοw ουr sεssιοn plαys ουt. Ι dο nοt bεlιεvε thαt yου wεrε brουght hεrε by mεrε chαncε. AL: Starting to doubt that mys3lf. SP: Ιt ιs tοο εαrly tο sαy, Ι fεαr. AL: It all s33ms... too p3rf3ct to b3 a coincid3nc3. AL: W3ll, you said th3r3 ar3 oth3rs lik3 m3, right? SP: Οnε οthεr Ι αm αwαrε οf, yεs. AL: S33ms to m3 lik3 th3r3's som3thing happ3ning und3r th3 surfac3 of all of this. AL: Lik3 I said, it's all just a littl3 too p3rf3ct. SP: Yου mαy shαrε sοmεthιng ιn cοmmοn, thεy αrε tαrnιshεdGαllαntry ιf yου wιsh tο spεαk wιth thεm. Thουgh bε wαrnεd, thεy sεεm fαr lεss αmιαblε thαn yουrsεlf. AL: I s33. Thank you for th3 warning. SP: Ι wιll try tο kεεp yου αbrεαst οf αny ιnfοrmαtιοn αs ιt αppεαrs tο mε. AL: So, from what I'v3 gath3r3d, th3 lot of you ar3n't v3ry far into your s3ssion. Hav3 you discov3r3d your asp3cts y3t, any of you? SP: Ουr whαt? AL: Asp3cts. 3v3ry play3r has a class and an asp3ct. SP: Αnd nο, οnly mysεlf αnd my Kιsmεsιs hαvε stεppεd thrουgh tο ουr rεspεctιvε Lαnds. SP: Αs fαr αs Ι knοw. AL: Hmm. Th3n l3t m3 shar3 what I know. SP: Plεαsε dιvυlgε whαt yου knοw, αs Ι αm υnfαmιlιαr wιth thιs cοncεpt, yεs. AL: At som3 point, you'll discov3r what rol3 you play in th3 gam3. This is your class and asp3ct, what sort of play3r you ar3. AL: For 3xampl3, in my s3ssion, I was th3 Mag3 of Doom. SP: Whαt εxαctly dοεs thαt dο? AL: Th3 Mag3 class is som3on3 who b3n3fits th3ms3lv3s with th3ir asp3ct. AL: Doom, asid3 from doing th3 obvious, is a pow3r that d3als in 3ndings. AL: Fat3, d3stiny, both of th3s3 fall und3r th3 purvi3w of Doom. SP: Αrε thεrε αny ιndιcαtοrs αs tο whαt οnε's clαss αnd αspεct wιll bε? AL: Usually som3thing to do with your Land. SP: My Lαnd ιs fυll οf stαrs αnd Ι thιnk wαr gαmεs. SP: ιs thιs sοmεthιng thε Sprιtε wιll dιvυlgε? AL: Wh3n it's r3ady, y3s. SP: οf cουrsε. SP: Dο yου knοw hοw mαny Clαssεs αnd Αspεcts thεrε αrε? AL: I know of 3ight. AL: Of 3ach. SP: Hm. Whαt αrε thεy? AL: Th3 class3s I know ar3 Mag3, Knight, S33r, Sylph, Witch, Bard, Maid, and AL: Dang. AL: Th3 last on3 I kn3w is H3ir. SP: Hm. Αnd Αspεcts? AL: Th3 Asp3cts I know of ar3 Doom, Lif3, Br3ath, Tim3, Spac3, Rag3, Blood, and Void. SP: Ι wοndεr ιf Dαnwεr knοws οf thιs? AL: D3p3nds on what his sprit3 has told him. SP: Sο yου hαvε nοt tοld hιm thιs yουrsεlf. AL: No, I hav3n't. SP: Sο Ι αm thε fιrst tο knοw? AL: You'r3 th3 first on3 I'v3 told, y3ah. SP: Thεn Ι wουld αsk thαt yου ιnfοrm Dαnwεr οf thιs αt οncε ιf yου cουld. Sεε ιf hε knοws αnythιng αbουt ιt. AL: W3ll, Danw3r alr3ady s33m3d to know about this. AL: H3 3v3n comm3nt3d that w3 w3r3 both Mag3s. SP: Sο hε dοεs knοw. AL: Y3ah, I gu3ss. AL: I just don't know what 3xactly h3 knows. SP: Ι wουld cοnvεrsε wιth hιm rεgαrdlεss thεn. Ιf hε οnly knοws οf thε Mαgε clαss thεn hε shουld knοw οf thε οthεrs. SP: Hε ιs ουr οrgαnιzεr, mοrε οr lεss. AL: All right. I'll s33 what 3ls3 h3 knows about th3 rol3s. SP: Wαιt. Ι mυst cοnfιrm sοmεthιng. Ι thιnk Ι mαy hαvε hαd α rεαlιsαtιοn. AL: All right. I'll b3 h3r3 if you n33d m3. AL: Wait, you m3an now? SP: Pεrhαps. SP: Sοmεthιng Ι rεαd εαrlιεr. AL: If you hav3 a qu3stion, I might b3 abl3 to answ3r. AL: What was it you r3ad? SP: Ι dο nοt knοw whαt tο mαkε οf thιs. Ι fεαrεd thεrε mαy hαvε bεεn sοmε υndεrlyιng mεthοd tο thιs lεttεr. Ι rεcειvεd α gιft frοm α tιmεd lοckbοx. Ιn ιt wαs α spεαr αnd α nοtε. Thε nοtε mεntιοnεd bειng "thε bαckbοnε οf yουr frιεnds' mοrαlε". Α clυε pεrhαps? AL: P3rhaps. L3t m3 think on that. SP: Ι bεlιεvε thιs tο bε frοm my αnscεstοr. Sεε, wε Trοlls hοld α strοng bεlιεf ιn αnscεstοrs. Οnεs whο cαmε bεfοrε υs. Thεy shαrε ουr blοοdlιnε sοmεhοw. Ι knοw Bαιkαl bεlιεvεs mοst vεhεmεntly ιn hιs οwn. Αlsο, yου shουld nεvεr mεntιοn hιs αnscεstοr tο hιm ιf yου cαn αvοιd ιt. Αs hιs Kιsmεsιs Ι αm thε οnly οnε whο cαn dαrε brοαch sυch α sεnsιtιvε sυbjεct. AL: I s33. AL: W3ll, b3ing th3 backbon3 of th3ir moral3... AL: I think that may hav3 som3thing to do with a combat class. SP: Αnd whιch αrε thοsε? AL: Though, all things consid3r3d, th3r3 may b3 class3s I do not know of. AL: Anyway, th3 on3 I think is clos3st to that m3ssag3 is Knight, at th3 v3ry l3ast. AL: "Som3on3 who prot3cts with th3ir asp3ct," as it w3r3. AL: Consid3ring your land, it fits that as w3ll. AL: Of cours3, th3 oth3r option, going by your land, is S33r. SP: Why wουld thαt bε wιth thε Lαnd? AL: Th3y'r3 a mor3 passiv3 class that act as th3 s3ssion's tactician. AL: Of sorts. AL: "On3 who shar3s th3ir knowl3dg3 of th3ir asp3ct with oth3rs," is th3 rough rol3 of th3 S33r. AL: Th3y usually 3nd up knowing th3 most about th3 gam3 b3caus3 of how th3ir class aff3cts th3ir asp3ct. AL: It d3p3nds. SP: Ι sεε. Tαctιcιαn. Thαt ιs cυrιουs. Ι lιkε tο fαncy mysεlf α Tαctιcιαn οf sοrts, αctυαlly. My εnjοymεnt οf tαctιcαl cοmbαt gαmεs ιs α pαstιmε thαt gοt mε ιntεrεstεd ιn thιs sεssιοn ιn thε fιrst plαcε. AL: That could m3an som3thing. AL: If you ask your sprit3, th3y should b3 abl3 to t3ll you mor3. SP: Ι bεlιεvε Ι wιll. Thαnk yου fοr thιs ιnfοrmαtιοn. SP: Αnοthεr qυεstιοn cοmεs tο mιnd: Whεrε αrε yου nοw? AL: On a ship, just outsid3 of your incipisph3r3. AL: Though, at th3 sp33d I'm going, not for much long3r. AL: ...Which b3gs th3 qu3stion of how I'm going to stop this thing. SP: Ιncιpιsphεrε? AL: Th3 incipisph3r3 is lik3 th3 solar syst3m your s3ssion tak3s plac3 in, with Skaia as th3 "sun." SP: Sο wε αrε lιtεrαlly ιn αnοthεr υnιvεrsε thεn. Ιs ιt α gαmε cοnstrυct οr rεαl? AL: It's both, as far as I know. SP: Hm. Sο yου αrε hεαdεd whεrε, εxαctly? AL: As far as I can t3ll, I'm h3ad3d for op3n spac3, which m3ans 3v3ntually Skaia. AL: Unl3ss anoth3r plan3t d3cid3s to orbit into my path. SP: Thαt wουld bε υnfοrtυnαtε. Whαt αrε thε plαnεts, αnywαy? AL: Th3 plan3ts ar3 th3 lands. AL: 3v3ryon3 has on3. SP: Sο my Lαnd ιs αlsο α Plαnεt. AL: Corr3ct. AL: As is 3v3ryon3 3ls3's. AL: It's part of what mak3s th3 Gat3s so vital. AL: Can you imagin3 g3tting around without th3m? SP: Hm. Ι sυppοsε thαt wουld mαkε sεnsε. SP: Ι αm jυst gεttιng thε hαng οf thιs gαtε thιng mysεlf. AL: It always tak3s a whil3. AL: This gam3 can tak3 months, if not y3ars, to finish prop3rly. SP: Hοw fαr dιd yου gεt ιn yουrs? AL: W3 won. W3 got all th3 way to th3 3nd. AL: W3 b3at th3 Black King and found th3 Door. Th3 Door to th3 Ultimat3 R3ward. AL: And th3n a fri3nd of ours show3d his tru3 colors, and w3 lost 3v3rything. AL: All that work for nothing. AL: Wors3 than nothing, actually- 3v3ryon3 3ls3 di3d. AL: D3finit3ly not on3 of th3 highlights of my short 3xist3nc3. SP: Dο yου thιnk εαch sεssιοn ιs thε sαmε? Wιll wε fαcε thιs sαmε Blαck Kιng? AL: Do you hav3 D3rs3 and Prospit? SP: Yεs. Ι hαvε jυst lεαrnεd οf thεm frοm Dαnwεr. AL: Th3n y3s. AL: Thos3 prototypings s3rv3 thr33 rol3s. SP: Dαnwεr ιs οn Dεrsε whεn hε ιs αslεεp. AL: Ah. A D3rsit3 dr3am3r. AL: You'll find out who you ar3 onc3 you wak3 up th3r3. SP: Ι bεlιεvε Ι knοw οf οnε οf thοsε rοlεs fοr thε prοtοtypιngs. Thε εnεmιεs chαngε dεpεndαnt οn thεm, cοrrεct? AL: Corr3ct. Thos3 sam3 chang3s aff3ct th3 royal famili3s of both Prospit and D3rs3. SP: Thαt ιs gοοd ιnfοrmαtιοn tο knοw. Ι αssυmε thαt thε wεαknεssεs αnd strεngths gαιnεd by thε prοtοtypιngs cαrry οvεr tο thε Kιng? AL: Y3s. But all at th3 sam3 tim3. AL: Unlik3 th3 imps, th3 royals, or who3v3r hav3 th3 rings of orbs manyfold, gain th3 advantag3s and disadvantag3s of 3v3ry prototyping at onc3. SP: Αh. Thαt mαy prοvε dιffιcυlt. SP: Αlsο, Ι mυst εxprεss my dιsmαy αt thε ιdεα thαt yου hαvε lοst αll yουr frιεnds nοt tο thε gαmε, bυt tο αn ιnsιdε fοrcε. AL: It was... distr3ssing, y3s. AL: It's part of why I'm glad I cam3 h3r3. SP: Fοr whαt ιt ιs wοrth, Ι αm sοrry tο hεαr thαt. AL: I appr3ciat3 that. AL: Anyway, th3 man who b3tray3d us- R3d Simon- ran away aft3r summoning th3 thing that kill3d us. AL: I f3ar h3 might hav3 com3 into anoth3r s3ssion. AL: P3rhaps to do it again. SP: Wιth lυck ιt wιll hαvε bεεn ουrs, αnd wε wιll bε αblε tο rεpαy hιm ιn kιnd. AL: Tak3 not3- if you m33t a human-looking individual with dark r3d skin and whit3 hair, kindly kill him d3ad. SP: Nοtεd. SP: Sο. Bαck tο thε tοpιc οf spεεdιng tοwαrds thε cεntεr οf ουr gαmε sεssιοn. SP: Ι fεαr thιs ιs sοmεthιng thαt cαnnοt gο ιgnοrεd. Hοw lοng dο yου hαvε υntιl yου rεαch υs? AL: I'm starting to g3t a visual on Skaia. At this pac3, I'm a littl3 ov3r an hour b3for3 I br3ach th3 out3r orbit of th3 sph3r3. SP: Thαt ιs nοt α lοt οf tιmε. AL: No, no it is not. SP: Αrε thεrε αny mεthοds tο stαll yουr cοllιsιοn? AL: Not lik3ly. I'm not actually controlling th3 ship. AL: I'm not too conc3rn3d about mys3lf. I doubt dying by collision would b3 just, and it's hardly h3roic. SP: Whαt dοεs thαt hαvε tο dο wιth αnythιng? AL: I'm a god. It's som3thing that happ3ns to c3rtain play3rs partway through th3 gam3. AL: Th3 only thing that can kill m3 p3rman3ntly is dying a h3roic d3ath, or if my d3ath is justifi3d. AL: So, r3ally, I'm just conc3rn3d about wh3th3r or not I'm about to com3 down on som3on3 lik3 th3 hamm3r of God. SP: Yου αrε α Gοd. AL: W3ll... y3ah. AL: ...It's complicat3d. AL: That's th3 b3st way I can d3scrib3 it, anyway. SP: Ι fιnd thαt dιffιcυlt tο bεlιεvε. AL: Join th3 club. AL: T3chnically, I'm just a god-ti3r play3r. SP: Hοwεvεr, ιf thαt ιs thε cαsε, cαn't yου sιmply υsε yουr pοwεr tο stοp yουr ιnεvιtαblε cοllιsιοn? AL: I don't hav3 that kind of pow3r. If my asp3ct was Spac3, probably. AL: But my asp3ct is Doom. 3ndings, d3ath, laws of natur3- that's what I do. AL: B3ing a god, as it turns out, isn't all it's crack3d up to b3. AL: All it r3ally do3s is mak3 m3 strong3r and k33p m3 from dying in an incr3dibly stupid way. AL: Which, giv3n wh3r3 w3 ar3, happ3ns a lot. SP: Thεn Ι sυppοsε thεrε ιs thαt. SP: Stιll, thε cοllιsιοn pοsεs mοrε thαn sιmply dαngεr tο yουrsεlf ιn thεοry, dοεs ιt nοt? AL: Y3s, which is what I'm worri3d about. AL: I don't fancy landing on som3on3. It might push my d3ath into justifi3d t3rritory, anyway. AL: And th3n I would f33l v3ry bad. SP: Αnd thεrε ιs nο wαy οf wrεstιng cοntrοl οf ιt tο yουrsεlf? AL: Uhhh. No. AL: Truth b3 told, I can fly. But that still b3gs th3 qu3stion of a battl3ship b3aring down on som3on3 or som3thing. AL: ...Right, th3r3 is that. SP: Wουld αlchεmιzιng sοmεthιng οn yουr εnd hεlp? ιf yου hαvε α wαy tο dο sο, thαt ιs. AL: I do, but I can't think of anything I could mak3 that would h3lp. AL: So, uh... this is slightly unn3rving. SP: Ι hαvε α fεw ιtεms. Ι mυst αdmιt Ι αm nεw tο αlchεmιzιng. rεsυlts hαvε bεεn... vαrιεd. SP: Αnd whαt ιs? AL: Oh, just th3 whol3 "ship crashing" thing. AL: ...I do hav3 som3thing that might h3lp. AL: On3 of my w3apons can chang3 siz3 and shap3. It's also compl3t3ly ind3structibl3. AL: It' AL: It's a stupid id3a, but pot3ntially I could brac3 my w3apon b3tw33n th3 plan3t and th3 ship, pot3ntially slowing my impact. AL: ...It's not a gr3at plan, I admit. SP: Yου mαy nεεd bεttεr mοmεntυm αgαιnst thε shιp. Sοmεthιng rοckεt prοpεllεd pεrhαps? AL: P3rhaps. AL: G33z. It's b33n a whil3 sinc3 I alch3miz3d som3thing b3sid3s MR3s. SP: Ιt mαy bε wοrth α shοt. Ι αm αfrαιd αn hουr ιs nοt εnουgh tιmε tο try αnd hεlp ιn αny mεαnιngfυl mαnnεr Ι knοw οf. AL: I appr3ciat3 it 3ith3r way. AL: Mayb3 I could salvag3 som3thing from th3 ship's 3ngin3s... SP: Thε shιp ιs bειng prοpεllεd by εngιnεs. AL: Actually, no. AL: That's why I can salvag3 som3thing from th3m. SP: Υnfοrtυnαtε. Ι wουld hαvε sυggεstεd tο sιmply dεstrοy thεm tο slοw yουr αrrιvαl. AL: Th3 ship is prop3ll3d by my girlfri3nd's Spac3 pow3rs and in3rtia. AL: Sadly. AL: P3rhaps I could mov3 th3 3ngin3s. AL: Do you think that would work? SP: Mοvε thεm hοw αnd ιn whαt mαnnεr? AL: Mov3 th3m to th3 front of th3 ship. Turn th3m on. Slow th3 ship down. SP: Wιll thεy stιll wοrk? Ιt ιs wοrht α try AL: I'v3 n3v3r had a r3ason to us3 th3m b3for3, sinc3 you don't slow down in spac3. AL: It's worth a shot, 3ith3r way. AL: W3ll, th3n, I hav3 to stop mys3lf from crashing onto a plan3t. AL: So I shall bid you adi3u. AL: Nic3 to m33t you, Kyanos. SP: Lιkεwιsε. Ι wιsh yου thε bεst. SP: Plεαsε kεεp ιn cοntαct. AL: Thank you. I will. SP: εspεcιαlly ιf yου αrε sυccεssfυl. SP: Ιn thε mεαntιmε Ι mysεlf wιll cοntιnυε my εxplοrαtιοns οf my Lαnd. AL: All right. AL: S33 you around. SP: Pεrhαps wε wιll bε lυcky αnd chαncε tο mεεt εαrlιεr rαthεr thαn lαtεr. SP: Gοοd byε. AL: P3rhaps. Far3w3ll. -- apogeeLycanthrope [AL] gave up trolling silverPegasus [SP] –
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 5:43 pm
==> Kyanos: Answer that gallant fellow.
Yet another person you don't know. Oh well, at least they took your initial greeting in stride! However, you are starting to believe their handle is an accurate description of their personality.
Looks like she could use some advice? You must admit that your mind is currently processing a lot of new information, but you may as well try to at least give some words of encouragement.
...Wh-what? Why would you say that? Er.. why would I think that? No, no. Stop it. Ignore the voice.
==> Fine, ignore me, see if I care. Just don't die before even getting anywhere.
Not listening, lalala..
Canisa was interrupted from her thoughts by the encouraging nudge from the nose of her lusus/sprite against her back, and she closed her eyes and nervously tightened her grip on the handle of her bone scythe. Deep breaths, Canisa. After taking a few deep breathes to calm herself, she re-opened her eyes and focused them on the imp messing around in her Food Preparation Block. She could do this, she needed to do this, for both herself and her teammates. All she needed to do was charge and swing, it was an easy enemy, it shouldn't be too hard.
And yet, she found it difficult to move her legs forward towards the inevitable first fight. Fortunately for us and unfortunately for Canisa, she didn't get the chance to delay it by talking herself into it, as her lusus nudged her a bit more insistently, causing her to stumble a few steps forward and get the attention of the imp. It took note of her focus on it and the lame attack stance she was sporting, and figured that was its cue to pick up a chair and leave her kitchen to attack.
A growl behind Canisa spurned her into stepping forward, raising her weapon in offens-- oh, there she goes into defense. Just in time, too, as the imp thrust the chair legs towards her. She managed to block one of the back legs with her weapon, but the other three knocked into her and dealt a little bit of damage as well as managing to push her over with a frightened squeak. She looked up from her spot on the floor and saw the imp raise the chair, and she knew that she could dodge a swing if she rolled out of the way--. But alas, that'd be too easy. At the moment she was tensing up to move, text flashed over her right eye from her headtop and distracted her long enough for the imp to swing the chair down. It smacked her right on the head, and like the weakling she was, the force of it was enough to knock her out. Her Dogmomsprite jumped to her rescue and took care of the imp, showering her unconscious body in its grist.
==> OH COME ON.
......
Canisa woke up with a flinch, though her eyes were still shut tightly. So that was a huge failure. She could feel tears of shame welling up, and she opened her eyes to help blink them away, only to be surprised by the copious amount of purple in the room. What was-- oh, right. Derse.
The reminder that she was on Derse also brought forth memories of her recent messages regarding it, specifically ones with Danwer. He had said that he brought her to his room. ...Oh no. Remember when she said she was looking forward to meeting him? That was only in the comfort and safety and text, but with it so real and close, all her fears about actually interacting with other people swarmed over her and threatened to choke her with the lump that formed in her throat, and even more tears filled her eyes at the thought that she might-- no, definitely would screw up and get him to hate her--.
Oh god. Now that she was actually looking around the room, her eyes were drawn to the back of a man looking over the city, leaning on the railing of his tower's balcony. There was an extremely brief moment of hope that swelled in her chest, before it was quashed by the fear of rejection washing over her again. She gripped the sheets of the-- bed? How odd-- and let out a quiet whimper.
After being sent to another session Kizen scrambles to his feet to rush to the controls. Not worrying about what had just happened to his teammates.
"Good krewe but they were not wise. Lets see what we can find here!"
====> Notice the New Handles
Looking at his arm mounted communication device Kizen decides to pester one of the newly added people.
====> Pester piratePhilosophy
Using the device thoroughly attached to your arm you Pester the closest person to you, having found this through Pester Name GPS.
-- holyMindz [HM] began pestering piratePhilosophy [PP] -- -- piratePhilosophy [PP] changed their mood to PROTECTIVE  --
HM: Ah someone to pester arrives. Greetings!
-- piratePhilosophy [PP] changed their mood to PERKY  --
-- holyMindz [HM] changed their mood to DISTRAUGHT  --
PP: ()h hi!
-- holyMindz [HM] changed their mood to PLEASANT  --
HM: Ah, a troll. Huh didn't think I'd talk to one of you. The last bit where annoying and idiotic. I hope you do not fall in line.
PP: '/ou started to talk to me first, soooooo....
HM: Honestly my bloody conversational device got damaged. I had no choice, everyone else appeared offline.
PP: ()oooh, ok. |v|aybe they haven't added you to their list? PP: $o, how'd you get my handle?
HM: Ha! That is funny young one. So tell me, how are you liking your ships? I know all, I see all, I could explain but I feel we shall meet fairly soon.
PP: |*retty cool. /-|ir's dry though. |
HM: Ha! A smart man! Who would have known that a world of pirates had smart people on it. Yes I did, and alas though my group failed, I am far stronger then you could ever imagine.
PP: /-|h man, lost did ya? /-|ctually |'m not from this world, came from |3eforus. |3ecore it was |)estroyed and all. PP: $o you |-|uman?
HM: Ha! I'm not that stupid. I'm known as a Asuran. Such inferior races, please don't lump me together with them.
HM: It sounds as if you had a very rough time. I'm glad you are safe. It means that our eventual meeting will lead to a higher understanding. Please, if you do anything don't slow me down. You are trusting me with your name already? Huh, oh well I guess not all trolls can be so..... anti-social as the ones I met. I am the Snaff Savant Kizen Andel. You can call me Kizen though.
PP: ()kie dokie |
HM: Please do.
PP: |3aikal $tanom |=uschia |3lood |=uture 3mporer of the /-|lternian and |3eforan 3mpires.
HM: A fuschia huh? Very very good! Pleasure to meet you!
PP: /-| pleasure! PP: |-|onestly | don't even know wht to talk about.
HM: We will talk soon enough. I'm sorry there is a massive power failure, I must go.
PP: /-|ight $ee ya |
====> Have Extreme Power Failure
Kizen puts on his Extreme Power Failure hat, causing his ship to decide that his fashion sense was bad enough to begin barreling towards the Land of Ships and Waves.
====> Remain Calm and Find Another to Pester.
Laughing at his idiotic thoughts Kizen begun to search the handles he knew to find SOMEONE else to talk to in hopes that this will all blow over.
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