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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 8:50 pm
"==>Solmie: Get up."For the sake of keeping your introductory post from dragging on, you don't fight against the command or call it out for being manipulative and mysterious. The humid, cold air forces you awake. The drop in temperature is nothing like the desert nights you were getting used to. Somehow, you've moved. You don't mean moving in your sleep or kicking off the blankets. The entire climate feels off. Confused, you unzip your tent to see just where you are and what on Earth has happened. "==>Solmie: Stare in awe at the beautiful horizon."What the ******** is this!? Snow? Ice? OCEAN? Holy s**t! Never in your life have you felt more confused. Talk about a shocker. This is some paranormal stuff going down on this sandy pillar. That's right. Pillar. The desert sand your tent was pitched on is still underneath the tent. Even the earthy soil underneath the sand. Not just a few feet of it either. This pillar seems to be stories higher than the rest of what you can see. Something plucked you right out of reality and threw you into this nippy new world. Not that bad of a world though. It looks like it's mostly water from what you can gather. Icebergs and small islands of ice can be seen floating far below you. The larger of these islands appear to have civilization on them. Streets stay suspended in air above the cities, spanning as far as the eye can see. At least you'll be able to make good use of Rusty. Thank goodness you've gotten over the initial shock. Almost lost your cool. Nobody saw it though, so that's a plus. Regardless, you promise to yourself that you won't repeat this mistake if you're transported to a fictional planet ever again. After silently surveying the landscape for a good five minutes, you confirm that there's no way off of your happy little mound. Unless you're willing to jump, but that'd mean leaving your belongings stranded up here. Your friends will have some explaining to do. This 'game' they got you to play is not what you had signed up for. You head back into your measly little tent to fire up your laptop. "==>Solmie: Demand an explanation."Or. At least. You would if you could. It's a miracle that this place has wifi connection. The freezing weather is also working wonders for your piece of crap netbook's performance. However, none of your friends are online at the moment. A rarity for that crowd. They're a bunch of ditsy rich kids and spoiled douchebags. They literally have nothing to do other then annoy you with reckless abandon. Though you're slightly (but only slightly) worried, you're also relieved. Silence is a beautiful thing to somebody as badass as you. Your day gets even stranger though when you see you have been messaged by people you don't know. Apparently, you were invited to some group chat by a bunch of nobodies. You shrug to yourself and open it up. Friggin' Everybody CC: bhagvuoBI: okay guys. i have know idea what's going and still not sure if i want to know, but what happens now?MO: Um, just a little report.. MO: I also passed out on entering the Medium, but I ended up flצing out of mצ tower's window and falling out of the skצ.. MO: I woke up before I hit the ground, but I think my dreamself is done for.. MO: I'm sorrצ if I ruined things a bit, I wasn't expecting to react like that at being so high for the first time.. MO: ;n; SP: Sο. SP: Ι jυst hαd tο pυt dοwn my οwn Lυsυs. SP: Αnd thαt ιs αll Ι hαvε tο sαy οn thε mαttεr.CC: Magic i2 20 707ally real. And I can 20 707ally u2e i7. And 7hi2 i2 20 707ally awe20me.YS: I dön't knöw YS: whät thè fûck YS: I'm §ûppö§èd tö bè döïng hèrè. YS: I jû§t YS: I jû§t kèèp èndïng ûp bäck whèrè I §tärtèd YS: I gö ïn änÿ dïrèctïön YS: änd I ènd ûp rïght bäck hèrè ät mÿ äpärtmènt. YS: Whät thè fûck؟ YS: I'm lègït ät ä lö§§ öf whät I §höûld dö bècäû§è nöthïng I dö lèäd§ mè änÿwhèrè. YS: Anÿ §ûggè§tïön§؟ ...uh. Yeah. You don't really know how to respond to that. So you don't. Some dweeb talking about magic and a plethora of others being lost isn't really something you could reply to properly to begin with. You got a real kick out of the guy crying over killing his lusus though. Probably some other sheltered p***k not worth talking to. This whole thing looks like a waste of your time. They won't tell you what you want. "==>Solmie: Reconsider."Your finger hovers over the 'X' on the page. You would have clicked it already if it weren't your minuscule brain's pathetic cogs whirring as hard as they could manage. Most of the people in this chat were also commenting on being lost. Your friends had said something to you regarding a 'game world.' But you weren't paying attention. You'd have listened if they mentioned that you'd, you know. ACTUALLY be brought to a game world. These people are probably also playing the game. No clue why they invited you though. Perhaps it'd be best to ask them what's going on first before you close the window. There's no need to be friendly with these people. In fact, you're going to try to be extra harsh. Let them know you mean business. Without putting proper thought behind what you're typing, you leave a message for EVERYBODY, asking for assistance. tarnishedGallantry TG:-->lol you guys sound so pathetik--> ...Or not. Whatever.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 10:00 pm
==>Eric check on friends
Sitting back down, he pulled up the multiple chats he was in. The first one he noticed was Jenn’s. Amazing, she actually replied. It wasn’t a surprise if she messaged someone else or completely ignored something. After all, she was horrible with computers. Anyway, he opened up the chat.
derivitiveTestimony[DT] shouted at blackoutInfection[BI] DT: Wat DT: Where is he then DT: & who the hell r u? DT: I rlly dont get this game
Eric laughed at that. The only one of his friends that knew he had DID/MPD was Zaviga. He generally let people figure it out for themselves. Hell, Seth thought he had narcolepsy. Why should he have to tell anyone anything if Seth didn’t even know? Maybe he’d make an exception.
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?
Okay, so maybe he wouldn't tell her. He liked it better with people not knowing. It was funny to watch them flail and be confused. Not that he’d ever tell them that, though.
==>Finish checking on friends
More messages. Just what he needed.
ballisticAdversary[BA] shouted at blackoutInfection[BI] BA: Hey i seem to have run into a problem BA: I am not conscious right now it seems and i could use your help BA: Would one of you mind connecting to me and checking to see if im dead BA: I seem to have been hit rather harshly in the head with the back end of a rifle
Well, then. How was he supposed to do that? He vaguely remembered something about view screens and server players. Do I have one of those? He looked at the different windows open on his computer, eventually finding one that showed some redhead lying on the floor with a sprite floating over him. “Well, I guess that’s him”
BI:you’re alive BI:your sister-dog-I’m-not-even-sure-sprite is guarding your body BI:so no worries
He decided to keep the window open in the bottom corner, just so he'd know if anything suddenly changed. All that was left was the group chat, which didn't have much in it to be honest. He quickly skimmed through everything, pausing when he spotted familiar green text. His excitement quickly died though, when he realized that it wasn't his moirail. Who the hell is this and where is Zaviga? He thought, pulling up his previous chat with him. Instead an error message came up.
ERROR: solicitousHemopath[SH] does not exist
==> Eric start panicing
“What?” He went back to the group chat and checked the master list. There were still twelve users, but he wasn't one of them.
“That's not possible! How...wha...I was just talking to him!” He started shouting.
“Zaviga's gone?” A quiet voice said in the back of his head, which started to hurt.
“No! That's...”
“I don't like this dream,” the voice started to keen.
“It's not a dream, dumbass.” Another voice said.
By this point, Eric's skull felt like it was going slip in two. Black spots where clouding his vision. The voices were still talking, but they were blending together, sometimes they were really loud others just barely a whisper. By this point he was the one keening.
Biting his lip, he tried to message the others.
blackoutInfection[BI] shouted at Everyone BI:who the HELL are you? BI:what happened to Zavgisxhjmkl BI:vsfpbng
Nothing good ever came from trying to do three things at once. Part of him was typing, while the other part was trying not to cry and the last part decided to push away from the desk, causing them to smack their head into the keyboard and face plant on the floor. Of course everything went black after that.
==>Seth wake up
Of course he wasn't waking up in his bedroom. The golden room hurt his eyes at first. This was the place he told me about right? What was it called? Prospit? Seth rubbed at his eyes. Thinking about Zaviga reminded him he wasn't around anymore. At least not where he could talk to him. He sighed and lied down.
==>Be someone else
Eric's head was still killing him and the gold that was literally everywhere did not help. “What happened?” he asked himself. Carefully, he got up and went to one of the windows. “Or better yet, where the hell am I?” He said, staring out the window. He thought he saw little white people walking around, but he couldn't be sure.
==>Be the uncaring guy
Rail sighed after realizing where he was. At least he didn't have to listen to the others whine and cry anymore. Getting up he looked around the room. Not the color he'd prefer, but it could be worse. Realizing he was dressed in the same color might classify as that. If he gave a damn, that is.
Now he just had to figure out how to contact everyone from here.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:05 pm
Nick sighed, still watching the world outside the window of his Derse tower room. Things were moving around down below, little strange figures with black shiny shells that he assumed were supposed to be the chess piece like people that he vaguely remembered someone mentioning before he had started the game. Other than that he really didn't see anything of interest, and began to pull away to go back to his laptop. Something caught his attention at the last moment however, something that was wearing similar clothing to himself. However it seemed to be simply laying there in front of a few chess piece guys who didn't seem to know what to do. Narrowing his eyes to try and get a better look he realized that whoever it was had the typical horns and gray skin of a troll. With a sigh he shook his head and headed back towards his laptop, opening up the palshouter just as he received a few message notifications. For the moment he simply minimized the chat with Blackout and opened the group one to see a message from him there as well.
He froze in place, reading over the line once, twice, then a third time before he actually reacted. Moving the pointer to the list at the side, he scrolled through it quickly looking for Zaviga, only to find with a slight feeling of dread and confusion that he wasn't on the list of 12 players. Then something clicked in his mind and he went back and looked at the text the other had typed in. The first thing he noticed was that the color had started to change which confused him at first but he simply shrugged and clicked over to the private chat between him and Blackout. If he was remembering correctly BI was the trolls moirail, and he would probably have taken it hard. Scanning over what he had said, he felt only a small feeling of relief over the fact that he was still alive, but it fell away again as he started to type.
ballisticAdversary began shouting at blackoutInfection
BA : Well its good and all that im still alive but BA : what about you Are you alright BA : Wait stupid question im going to assume you arent seeing as you just got news that you probably didnt find pleasant BA : I know im not usually the most social person here but feel free to talk to me if you need to BA : Oh and thanks for checking if i still have a pulse
Okay...so Nick wasn't the best at comfort but it was probably because he wasn't used to having to help anyone in that manner, not with his sister anyways. They always argued and if she did cry, she would hide herself away in her room and no matter how much he tried to coax her out, she would still find a way to get him away from her. Whether it was by throwing something sharp or heavy at him when he opened the door, or by her screaming at him. She didn't like people seeing her cry apparently. So this was a sort of first for him. It wasn't necessarily awkward for him, just different.
Moving back over to the group chat he scanned over the other messages, his gaze lingering for a moment on the new highblood's text and then on the jade blood's who had replaced Zaviga apparently. He didn't feel that he cared for either of the two, and scrolled away from them till he reached the bottom, and started to type again.
ballisticAdversary began shouting at (Everyone)
BA : Right so there seems to be a few new members in the game here BA : I would say welcome but honestly i dont think it would be worth it BA : Though if there is a single one of them thats not a huge ass then feel free to let me know BA : Now on to the real problem BA : First where the hell is Zaviga BA : Second has anyone lost a dream self somewhere on the streets of derse BA : cause there seems to be a dream self lying on the ground in front of a few confused chess guys if thats even what they are BA : Third BA : Well to be honest i dont remember what the third thing is cause i have a massive ass headache or perhaps its more of a migraine who even knows
After a moment he nodded to himself and then suddenly remembered through his now growing migraine that Lohi had messaged him at some point. Cursing he opened up his chat with her and read over the message. At least it wasn't something too hard to respond to.
ballisticAdversary began shouting at yesterdaysScribbler
((Continues, bare with me please Gaia is being an a**))
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:08 pm
BA : Hey sorry i didnt respond like i should have BA : I seem to be pretty bad at communication at times BA : Anyways i dont have much i can do for anyone right now cause i seem to be rather unconscious at the moment BA : Ill try and work on your path to the first gate again BA : Seeing as you have a lot more grist now BA : Hey i might actually be able to complete your tower this time around BA : Just give me a moment
'Hey wait a moment, what is this about? Oh, how did I miss that. Maybe it was because I was too busy running from my sister and then being knocked out by a giant imp....hmm...It seems to have been resolved though.'
ballisticAdversary began shouting at silverPegasus
BA : Hey hmmm i know this is probably odd coming from me but BA : Look i got the message late due to some issues and i wish i could have said something sooner BA : Im sorry you had to go through that BA : Loosing a parent er lusus is pretty tough i know BA : I guess though it is good that you at least have them back as a sprite though right BA : even if its not quite the same thing
After a moment he sighed, shaking his head and minimizing all of the chat windows before opening his view port. He could see Lohi sprawled on her couch, but he shifted the view to the roof where he would continue to build up the path to the first gate as far as he could without exhausting her resources. If he continued as he had before, he should actually be able to complete it this time around. It seemed Lohi had a chance of being one of the first to get through their gates. He wondered where it would take her, though it was a vague thought in his crowded mind. He was becoming slightly frustrated, because all of it was clouded a bit by a nagging pain in his head.
==> Nick be that other person again if you will
Nick sighed, still not totally sure what it meant and honestly, no longer caring. If he could be someone else, he would allow himself to be someone else. No complaints, no arguments, not like he could think of something to say back anyways in his condition.
He is now someone else, a someone else who is crouched by her unconscious younger brother who now had bandages haphazardly wrapped around his head. It covered one of his eyes, most likely the amethyst one if she remembered correctly, which would be his right eye. Or his left. She couldn't remember, but that didn't matter. Whichever eye it had been, had been damaged in the hit from the shotguns back end to the side of his head. Blood had dripped into it, which she could only clean so well on her own with him being basically dead weight. With a sad, but determined look down towards her brother, the sistersprite pulled a box with a lock seemingly out of nowhere, setting it down next to him before pulling away. With a nod, she turned and drifted back towards the stairs, looking out for any other possible too high level imps she might have to crush, before she headed towards the sitting room downstairs. The room was a mess, more so than it had been before but that didn't matter to her as she glanced around taking in the sight of the room.
After another moment she sighed looking back up towards the room where Nick lay unconscious.
"If only I knew he'd actually be okay. He may be a stubborn horribly tempered kid but he's still my brother. Cheh...you better not die on me."
She muttered before drifting through the solid front door and to the outside world.
==> Okay, be yourself again.
HONESTLY HE WAS NEVER ANYONE ELSE TO BEGIN WITH....had he been? Well that was an unnerving thought to say the least. As Nick had built the tower further and further up for Lohi to travel on, he had actually felt himself calming down some. The ache in his head was still there, but it was more of a slight, dull throb compared to the constant agony that had pulsed at the right side of his head the whole time.
After a few more moments he actually had the whole thing built to the first gate, having spent just a few pieces more of grist than he had planned to to complete it. It wasn't much more which was why he allowed himself to spend a little more than he had the first time. Not though he should at least let Lohi know that she could start on her way if she wanted.
ballisticAdversary began shouting at yesterdaysScribbler
(Once again continues.)
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:32 pm
BA : Hey if you want go ahead to your roof and check it out BA : Ive managed to get the tower built to the first gate BA : Not too many stairs and it should be pretty easy going except for BA : well the imps of course which seem to get bigger the farther up the tower goes BA : Good luck and be careful BA : Let me know when you find out where it takes you
((OOC: Right so I wish this was better but I got something out. If I missed anything or if you'd like Nick to communicate with someone let me know. I had wanted to post earlier but the computer had been taken over for pretty much the entire day letting me lose the entire plan I had set out for this post. I had to start from scratch which kinda sucked but oh well. It's not that great but blah. Also, Meulin if you'd like Nick to save Canisa's dream self let me know. I can have him do so I guess. If it's not too late that is. XD
Oh and I am going to have to do something about what I multicolor cause this is ridiculous. Any thoughts will now be in purple, and possibly speech outside of the chat as well.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 1:15 pm
 ;Canisa Renees; The Maid of Life Once every piece of grist from around her hive was collected, Canisa made her way to the fireplace Dogmomsprite was sniffing around. The first thought that came to mind was that an imp was hiding in the fireplace, but it was quickly discarded as soon as Canisa noticed that her lusus was sniffing around the mantle, and not the base. More specifically, the lusus' sniffing was directed to the lockbox that the troll girl had gotten quite a long time ago, and put there both to decorate and have it waiting in the open for her to notice when the box finally unlocked. Dogmomsprite gave a huffy little bark before floating off to patrol the house and the surrounding area, leaving Canisa to check on the box. Picking the box up, Canisa noted that it was indeed unlocked. Considering all that has happened so far, the excitement of finding out what was inside was a little muted. It'll be hard for the contents to live up to this whole game thing! So Canisa headed on over to the couch and sat down, setting the box in her lap before opening it. Inside was.. a lot of papers. Holy s**t that is quite a lot of paper. They were stacked up and held together with a thin cloth, though one loose sheet was left on top of all them. Canisa picked it up, looking over the familiar yellow color with growing interest and surprise. Canisa,
You will receive this package long after I have died. In the later years of my life, my research turned to that of extending the lifespan of humans and those lower on the hemospectrum, perhaps in a subconscious attempt to extend my own lifespan beyond the normal years of one of our bloodline. This is all of my research. Yes, all of it. All of the research I have done over the years. Everything from my research in the Mothergrub cloning project, to all of my personal projects that didn't pan out as well. You get everything. Please, finish my work someday. That is all I can ask of you.
-The Yellow Scientist ... ==> Canisa, hey. What're you doing?...Eeeeeeee ohmygod I think this may be my Ancestor!!!! ==> Okay, take some time to have your quiet, excited squealfest. Then respond to your messages so you can copy those papers onto your husktop for safekeeping.Canisa does just that, even throwing in a few excited bounces on the couch cushion. After she's done, she sets the box and note aside before replacing its spot on her lap with her husktop. Before she even checks her messages, she sends a public message for everyone. meekOmega [MO] shouted at EveryoneMO: 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;Still hyped up on her excitement, she went ahead to read the newest public messages. ..One from someone she didn't recognize, another from one of the human players, who seemed very upset, and one from one of the other humans, who mentioned her dreamself. Though she knew little of BI and the Jadeblood of their group, she did know that they had been moirails. Oh dear, this could be a problem. She opened her public message back up, and added on to it. meekOmega [MO] to EveryoneMO: 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; Canisa feels bad for the human, though she's not completely sure what his name is. She thinks she has to have heard at least 3 different ones at some points whenever he was brought up, and she doesn't know which is his name. So she simply calls him by his handle. Regardless, Canisa is sure whatever is going on will be solved soon. She figures Danwer is going to look into it, if he doesn't already know now. He is so reliable when it comes to things like that! So the next order of business for her is to read her own messages and respond to them. This time, in order from when she got them. --MO to CC--MO: I'll be sure to check it right awaצ, the reason I haven't done so earlier was that I've been trצing to decide what things need done right awaצ and which ones can be put off until a better time.. MO: But right now, I don't have anצthing pressing left to do gamewise, so I can check it..! MO: I want to copצ all the notes I got from mצ-- well, I'm not sure if it is my Ancestor, I just think it is, but.. MO: Uh, where was I..? MO: Right, I want to copצ all the research notes she gave me onto mצ husktop for safe keeping, so that if anצthing happens to the phצsical copies then I'll still have all those important notes.. MO: I'll also captchalogue the whole box and get the punch card code for it for better securitצ..Talking about it got her excited all over again about it. Anyways, who is next? Oh, this is Tuluch, the first one in! She hadn't really talked to him before, but she did have some things she wanted to discuss with him. --MO to EO--MO: Oh, thank צou..! MO: I suppose צou're right about that, mצ dreamself shouldn't do a thing if it's basicallצ just an extra life for me..! MO: I got a little out of hand when I sent that message in the first place, because it was still fresh in mצ mind at the time.. ;u; MO: But it's good צou messaged me, because I wanted to talk to צou about צour dutצ as the first plaצer in..! MO: From mצ research into the game itself, I found some things mentioning that the first plaצer in has the responsibilitצ to do something called ectobiologצ, and it is apparentlצ a big job..! MO: Do צou or Danwer know anצthing about it..?All finished with what she wanted to say and ask, she moved on to the next message, which was from.. Malina! She was very kind, and Canisa enjoyed talking to her. What the message from her says, however, has her flushing yellow in an odd sort of pleased embarrassment. --MO to PC--MO: Oh mצ, thank צou verצ much..! MO: I don't mind at all, and in fact I share צour feelings on the matter..! MO: I was just thinking about how nice צou are and that צou're an enjoצable person to talk to.. MO: I know that might be weird since we don't know each other all that well, but I just thought צou should know..! ;u; MO: And exploring for things on צour land is actuallצ a prettצ good thing to do, because צou are more likelצ to find hidden quests for neat things..! MO: Thank צou for צour concern, I'll do mצ best to be safe..! MO: Mצ lusus/sprite is with me, so I'm not too worried mצself about it..==> Canisa: Apologize to everyone for this post being so long.Wait, what? What post, you mean this message to Malina? She's the only one who will be reading it! ..Right? Who am I even talking to? Hello???? When she doesn't get an answer, Canisa chases away the crazy thoughts and begins to actually worry about herself. She doesn't remember having weird thoughts like this before all this game stuff. She uneasily moves on to the next--and last-- message. It's from Kyanos! Before reading it though, you pull up your view of his hive and look around a bit for him to see how he is. He.. doesn't look to happy. And is that a bit of blood she sees leaking from his mouth? Oh dear! She reads his message over quickly to see if anything is wrong. --MO to SP--MO: Uh.. MO: ... MO: I don't mean to be nosצ, but Kismesis..? MO: I guess that explains quite a few things.. MO: I'm sorrצ for mצ involvement, I reallצ didn't know..! ;n;After some internal arguing over not getting involved beyond this, she settles for sending a short, quick message to Baikal, after noticing that he still hasn't responded to her last message. --MO to PP--MO: I'm sorrצ if I made things worse between צou and Kצanos, I didn't mean too..! ;n; MO: Are צou okaצ..?That was so worrysome, that Canisa forgets to both check the Alchemy memo, and copy the notes from the Yellow Scientist onto her husktop. Though she does at least remember to captchalogue it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:18 pm
==> Mage: Defend Yourself.Danwer dodged to the side as the ogre brought it's massive pillarclub down where he had been standing only a moment before."Well, 7hi2 i2 g0ing 70 be a bi7 m0re c0mplica7ed 7han I an7icipa7ed..." He mumbled to himself. The ogre's thick carapace caused most of Danwer's attacks to simply slide off, and those that did manage to deal some damage only made the ogre angrier.
Fortunately for Danwer, the ogre was slow, and Danwer had been able to dodge the creature's attacks so far, but this was wearing him down, he needed to get on the offensive.
Danwer had been trying to figure out a way to make the ogre pay attention to something else, but nothing had presented itself. He didn't have anything in his inventory he was willing to abandon, and he hadn't put anything up here that would be useful.==> Mage: Go Invisible! An idea suddenly came to Danwer from... somewhere he couldn't pin point.
He tapped the end of his staff on the ground, and focused his energy around himself. The ogre looked around confusedly, as though it had forgotten why it was there. Well, not quite invisibility, but it'll do. While the ogre puzzled over why it was up on this roof, and why it's heart was pumping it's fluid's so quickly, Danwer snuck around behind it, he raised his staff over his shoulder like a baseball bat, and readied himself to swing with all his power.The ogre roared in pain as the back side of it's knee erupted in flame, right between where two pieces of chitinous carapace fitted together. It's leg buckled forward, bringing it's colossal body down with it. It caught itself on on of it's elephantine hands, and looked around to find whatever it was that had struck it. His attacker, which he now remembered he had been fighting, was already on his back, weapon raised above it's horned head, ready to bring it down on the soft spot between his neck and torso. The ogre felt his eyes go wide, as the strike came down. Danwer brought the end of his staff down on the weakness in the ogre's neck plates, exalting in the second gout of fire to erupt from his weapon. The ogre crashed the rest of the way to the ground, and exploded into grist, however, on it's way down, it's massive arm flailed, and crashed into Danwer hard enough to send him flying to the side, almost far enough to knock him off the top of his hive. It was, however, far enough to knock him out.
Danwer awoke in his room on Derse. His first thoughts were quite simple. He swore several expletives that he would not have been proud of someone hearing, the sighed deeply. "Well, I gue22 I can g0 check 0n Cani2a'2 dream2elf like I 2aid I w0uld..." He walked over to his window, and leaped from the flying buttresses of the Dersite building. Finding Canisa's dreamself wasn't hard. There were a large number of Dersites, in various costumes, gathering around her. "Hey, 7ha7'2 en0ugh, n07hing el2e 70 2ee here!"
When Danwer shouted at them, the Dersites looked at him nervously before scattering. He landed softly next to her, and leaned down. He could see her chest rising and falling slowly with her breathing. He closed his eyes, and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He should probably get her out of here before any of the Agents showed up. No telling what Jack would do to an unconscious troll. "Man, I h0pe y0ur n07 injured... bu7 I'm pre77y 2ure y0u're n07." He placed his arms underneath her, and gently lifted her off of the purple ground. He had never cared enough to find out what it was actually made of. This was, of course, the moment he realized he had no idea which tower was hers, and finding the tower he wanted was always difficult when it wasn't his own. They almost seemed to move to avoid letting him know for certain which was which.
He sighed one last time before lifting up off of the ground, and floating as quickly as he deemed was safe back to his own tower. There would be time to figure it out later.
When he reached his tower, he placed her on his bed, and scratched the back of his head. "Man, I h0pe n0 0ne ge7'2 7he wr0ng idea ab0u7 7hi2..."
Danwer walked over to his computer, and sat down. His dreamself lacked any alchemy equipment to make his headtop computer, so his Dersite tower would have to do.
It was time to check his messages.--MO to CC--MO: I'll be sure to check it right awaצ, the reason I haven't done so earlier was that I've been trצing to decide what things need done right awaצ and which ones can be put off until a better time.. MO: But right now, I don't have anצthing pressing left to do gamewise, so I can check it..! MO: I want to copצ all the notes I got from mצ-- well, I'm not sure if it is my Ancestor, I just think it is, but.. MO: Uh, where was I..? MO: Right, I want to copצ all the research notes she gave me onto mצ husktop for safe keeping, so that if anצthing happens to the phצsical copies then I'll still have all those important notes.. MO: I'll also captchalogue the whole box and get the punch card code for it for better securitצ..Well, that was certainly interesting news.
CC:"Well, 7ha7 20und2 pre77y amazing, bu7 I have 20me g00d new2 f0r y0u." CC:"Well, I w0ke up 0n Der2e, and like I pr0mi2ed, I wen7 70 check 0n y0ur dream2elf." CC:"Y0ur dreeam2elf i2 ju27 fine. Ju27 unc0nci0u2, m027ly due 70 y0u being awake. I pulled y0u 0ff 0f 7he 27reet, didn'7 wan7 7he Archagen7 c0ming al0ng and deciding 70 27ab y0u in y0ur 2leep. I... d0n'7 kn0w which 70wer i2 y0ur2, 20 I br0ugh7 y0u 70 mine, I h0pe y0u d0n'7 mind." CC:"0n 7he n07e 0f ance270r'2, 7h0ugh... I 7hink mine i2 here in 7he Medium wi7h u2. I f0und a j0urnal 0n my en7rybl0ck, i7'2 my ance270r'2 j0urnal, and i7 wa2n'7 7here bef0re we en7ered."==> Mage: Stop before you make this awkward.
Danwer did just that. And that is, of course, when he noticed the message to everyone from Zav... That is not Zaviga. Danwer did a quick check through the Master online list for Palshouter, only to find that not on ly was the session cut off from everyone outside of it, but Zaviga had been replaced by... someone else.
Danwer opened a new chat with this person.
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."
Danwer rubbed his temple, and contemplated how much of a complication this was. Zaviga had been Seth's moirail, Seth was likely freaking out right about now, and Zaviga probably was, as well, wherever he was. Danwer leaned back in his chair. He needed to wake up now, his waking self was not in a very secure position, but unfortunately, his mind was too active to switch between dreaming and wakefulness. A psychiatrist would likely go nuts trying to understand what was going on right now.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 1:47 am
The sun speckled the ground under his feet, the leaves danced along the gentle breeze only to be swept back as the rushing wind tunnel signaled his passing. Tuluch weaved through the trees effortlessly, almost as though he could feel where they were going to be before he could even see them. The wind his speed was bringing about seemed to precede him, as his feet never found so much as a twig to snag. He breathed deeply, pulling in the smell of truly clean air, the pungent perfume of aged wood, the sweet and crisp scent of the still green leaves… He couldn't stop the smile from spreading over his face. Tears streamed backward along his cheekbones, and he no longer had to convince himself it was just from the wind. He was sure it was, there was no way he could hold anything but joy at this moment. Everything was too serene. Surreal even. Odd that despite everything that had happened, this is what he took to be surreal.
At the beginning of his run, he had been too distraught to care how or why he was moving so fast. Now that he was truly enjoying it, he couldn't bring himself stop long enough to worry over it. He just needed to run. Nothing else needed to matter. At least… not right now. He'd worry about things that needed worrying about when he was done. Right now, he may as well have been on cloud 7. Or whichever cloud humans usually referred to when they were completely happy.
With his head in the clouds and his feet miles from the ground, he was starting to feel adventurous. There was a tree up ahead, a relatively big one. He figured it was about time to see just how quick he could be, so he headed right for it.W4nn4 pl4y ChiCken?He waited much too long, sending his vascular pump into a frenzy and filling every vein with excessive amounts of adrenaline. But he didn't flinch. He started to take in a breath. His left foot skidded out in front, gathering a pile of dirt as it did. All he could smell was the musk of the tree's bark. He leaned his weight backward and forced all of his momentum into his leading leg. The mustiness of the bark began to mingle with the sweet, somewhat tart smell of sap. He swept his right foot behind him and to the left, and the tree's bark filled his vision. He shut his eyes as he emptied his lungs, and pushed off with his right foot. As he turned, almost a perfect right angle, he felt a dull, hot pain spread across his left cheek. He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder for an instant. There was cerulean splattered in a streak across the tree's trunk. He snapped his head back to the front, grinning widely."WHOOOOOOO!!"He could feel his pulse in his horns.Th4t w45 4M4ZING! Wh4t 4 RU5H!He preformed the maneuver three more times, each time very nearly losing his face and each time feeling more free and lightheaded. he hadn't noticed at first, but he had started laughing after that last tree. Clearly, the adrenaline was starting to get to him, so he decided to slow down a little and just see where he ended up. He'd been running now for what felt like ages, but then, he'd lost track of time almost instantly when he ran off. Thoughts of the door hanging open as an invitation to anyone and anything that wanted to go in were shoved out of his conscious mind with a little irritation, he was trying to regain some semblance of peace of mind here. He took a deep breath and picked up his pace slightly once more. He just needed to--"Wh4-- 444444GH!!"By the time he realized what had happened, it was far too late. There hadn't been any warning, no signs of any kind, and for the first time, he hadn't been able to 'feel' anything wrong with the path ahead. Because it simply wasn't there anymore. There was no path. which would be because there was no ground. If Tuluch had thought he was on an adrenaline high before… he looked back, his pupils tiny and his eyes big as circular dining platters, at the cliff he had just run off of. He was now tearing through the sky, still heading, to his absolute horror, upward. The sensation was nothing short of senses shatteringly terrifying. The higher he got, the further he'd fall, and falling had always been one of his less outwardly spoken fears. It wasn't even a fear of what would happen once he landed… it was truly a fear of the feeling that overtook the body during the fall.
His head spun, his skin crawled, his brain felt suspended rather than resting in its fluids as it should, his lungs convulsed from sheer anxiety, but worst of all was his stomach. When it lifted slowly from its resting place was utterly nauseating, but he knew that it would be worse when he began his descent and it hit the back of his ribcage. THAT WAS NOT WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE. Unfortunately, he had been moving with such blinding speed that he still hadn't hit his down curve yet. He was truly on the verge of a severe panic attack, only held off by the fact that he wasn't feeling the discomfort of falling just yet. The increasingly tiny trees below him were only serving to intensify this issue. Any second now, he'd make his way down, and his mind would retch, throwing up all over his brain… honestly, he anticipation of it only made it worse. Not to mention the fact that he could NOT manage to yell. His lungs just wouldn't work. He wasn't even entirely sure he'd be able to hear his own voice over the pounding of blood in his head anyway. He wasn't sure what he was going to do… he'd had fleeting dreams of this happening, when he DID dream that is… but he was fairly certain this would hurt much more than it did in his little dream snippets. He could hardly stand his unchanging trajectory… it was--
Oh.
No.
NO! "no"
"NO!!"This was it. Nothing could stop it now. He had finally run out of momentum.==> HEY! TULUCH! WATCH OUT! DESCEND! "NO! NO NO! 44444GGGH!!"As the ground grew steadily closer, his eyes stretched wider and his mouth opened far enough to show all of his teeth. He couldn't manage to decide if it was from the terror or the wind. He didn't have much longer before he'd likely become a gray-blue heap on the-- wait… what was that? On the ground… there seemed to be a very large pile of… something. VERY large. It looked… it looked like maybe it could break his fall! If he landed there, it just might soften things just enough that-- Oh. Oh no. It was grist. That wouldn't help at all! Not only was it hard and sharp, but it'd disappear once he touched it anyway! It would only make things worse-- he was going to splatter all over the ground like a water balloon launched from a cannon.. and there was nothing he could do, there was nothing he could-- He crossed his arms in front of his face instinctively and winced, dreading what was next-- he inhaled sharply and his breath stuck in his throat, his vascular pump simply stopped, and his thinkpan shattered.
The weirdest part of it was that it didn't hurt. He had been sure just before his end that it would be the most extreme pain he'd ever felt, but instead he just felt utter nothingness. It was the most bizarre experience he'd ever dealt with before. The strangest part was…
HE WAS STILL EXPERIENCING IT.
He opened his eyes and was struck with the realization that his eyes could still open. He gasped, one because his face had gone from grey to deep purple-- and two, the ground was still below him. Not growing. Just… there. Kind of just sitting there. Unmoving. He had 'collected' a large amount of the grist- and it was truly a LARGE amount- but he never hit the ground. It was like time was standing still. Only he was fully perceptive of every minute detail, like he was the only thing that was still moving. Only he wasn't moving. He was… waiting? Or… what? Floating?W4it…Was he really… floating?! He looked around and realized that he was in fact… floating. Time hadn't stopped, it wasn't his perceptions that were off, he simply hadn't landed yet. His relief was extraordinary, but immensely fleeting. With oxygen returning to his system came clarity, and the panic that he'd felt less than a second before suddenly assaulted him once more. He couldn't handle this reality, and would've done just about ANYTHING to replace it with Danwer's favorite freaking ham sandwich like he was always joking about. As his entire thought process was invaded by fear once more, he lost all concentration on anything else and face planted into the ground. He groaned and began getting up, as it was most definitely a multiple step process. He got himself to his hands and knees and just stayed there for a bit, panting and waiting for the inevitable. He figured he was probably green in the face, and he was amazed that he wasn't retching yet.Heh...He couldn't help but laugh at that thought… this had to have been his face's most colorful day ever. Once he started laughing, however, he realized just how bad the idea had been… as his stomach convulsed, he regretted it profoundly. But at least the worst of it was over. His muscles shaking and his breathing ragged for the first time all day, he pulled himself to a full standing position. Looking around, he couldn't help but wonder… all this grist… what could have possibly--?
It would've taken nearly an hour for a normal troll to collect it all. But collect it all he most certainly did, thanks in no small part to his newfound speed. He was a little neurotic about that sort of thing, especially when he knew that what he was collecting would be very useful. With the area cleared out, he stopped to take another look around. At first he didn't notice it, he just sort of skimmed over it… but after a quick double take, he saw what was unmistakably his Lusus and some sort of purple… fishing ship. Parked on land. In a large valley, in the middle of a forest that stretched for miles as far as the eye could see. The only answer that brought to him was where all the grist had come from. Of COURSE Mantiprawn would be the only one who could fill such a huge clearing with such a mountain of grist. It had been at least two miles across at any point, and more than a story tall at its peak. Heck, she probably cleared out the trees just for that purpose. But… what in the WORLD was with the boat? And… wait. Why was she getting ON the boat?? That didn't sit well with Tuluch at ALL. He had just found her! He had nearly died in the process! Didn't she even hear his yelling!? Was she seriously just going to ignore him and go mess around in a beached fishing boat?? He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled to her as loudly as he could manage."HEY! W4IT! Wh4t 4re you doing?? W4IT! Where--"It was too late, she had boarded the ship, and the door closed behind her."Gre4t! Now wh4t?" I gue55 it wouldn't t4ke too long to go-- WH4T in…?!"The ship took off from the ground and aimed itself slightly upward, leaving behind only crushed vegetation behind to prove it had been there at all."You h4ve GOT to be kidding me."He sighed deeply and decided he should probably make his way back home."… Oh. Oboy."He never did have the best sense of direction…"Um. M4ybe D4n c4n help me out…"Once he had his phone out though, he remembered why he'd ended up here in the first place. He was behind in his messages. How did he always manage to let that happen? With a sigh, he started looking over the ones he hadn't yet responded to. Not surprisingly, there were more than before, so he decided it would just be best to start with the oldest and make his way up to the present. In his current position, it wasn't like he had anything else to do. He figured he'd probably make it through them all before too terribly long. The first one was Dan."H4H4! Ye5, D4n, m4giC i5 5o tot4lly re4l! I w45 trying to tell you th4t e4rlier with my 5word, but NOOOO… H4h4, I don't think I need to re5pond to th4t right now, funny though it i5, there might be 5omething more… pre55ing w4iting for me. I won't be m4king th4t mi5t4ke 4g4in."Next on the list was another one from Lohi, and it looked like it had been posted just a while ago. She was commenting on being confused and not knowing what to do, and it looked like she had one response so far. Tuluch figured he might as well give what little insight he could muster, since he was likely going to have a response from her about what he said earlier anyway.EO: Wellp, it'5 pretty h4rd to 54y, I'm 4fr4id. I know your 5prite'5 not the be5t… but I C4n rel4y 5ome of the thing5 mine h45 told me if you'd like! He'5 kind of 4 h4m… 4nd he'5 t4king the "IMM4 TELL YOU RIDDLE5 4ND THING5" 5htiCk pretty 5eriou5ly, 5o there'5 th4t… BUT I C4n 5till tell you if you're intere5ted. I don't know how pl4yer 5peCifiC the 4dviCe i5, 5o it'5 up to you.As he closed that chat and looked at the next unanswered one on the list, it actually looked like he'd managed to catch up with the ones that he had missed from before. The next few he had were replies, so he got ready to... well, reply. First one in was again, Lohi.EO: 4h, Cool then! He'5 4lre4dy turning out to be 4 bit better then! NiCe! EO: 45 f4r 45 the w4lking in CirCle5… I dunno. Re4ding through 4ll the publiC Ch4t5 everyone'5 been opening, I've notiCed 4 lot of t4lk 4bout g4te5 4nd th4t you h4ve to build up to them. I don't know for 5ure, but 5oniC5prite mentioned 5himmering port4l5 in one of hi5 riddle5… EO: I think th4t'5 wh4t he w45 t4lking 4bout, now th4t I'm 4Ctu4lly thinking 4bout th4m 4t the 54me time… EO: 4nyw4y, wh4t I w45 gonn4 54y 4bout th4t i5 EO: M4ybe you're not 5uppo5ed to go 4nywhere till you go through th4t "g4te" EO: 4nd your l4nd i5n't letting you get 4nywhere EO: or 5omething? EO: M4ybe? EO: I me4n, it'5 ju5t 4n ide4 EO: Cuz I tot4lly left my hou5e EO: But in your 5peCifiC C45e, it 5eem5 th4t w4y to me EO: OH HEY EO: On th4t note EO: well, kind4 EO: D4n 4Ctu4lly po5ted 5ome 5tuff in the memo th4t would 5eriou5ly help with the building p4rt! EO: Only re45on I h4ven't u5ed it my5elf yet i5 beC4u5e I w45 h4ving too muCh fun with the imp5 EO: But you 5hould re4lly CheCk it out! EO: 4l5o, I'm not gonn4 forget th4t rom4ntiC w4lk5 Comment! EO: Ju5t 5o'5 y4 know EO: Cuz I'm EVIIILLLL EO: It will Come b4Ck to H4UNT YOOOOO!! EO: But no, no 5peCifiC que5toin5! You told me lot5, 4Ctu4lly!There, that looked good. He was pretty sure that disk Danwer had made would be pretty helpful. He was also pretty sure Dan didn't even know that Tuluch had been checking in on the Alchemy Memo. At any rate, with that done, he noticed a reply from Canisa was next.EO: You're very welCome! EO: 4nd hey, don't worry over th4t, I C4n under5t4nd wh4t it feel5 like to f4ll out of the 5ky… EO: erm… EO: Ye4h… EO: tru5t me on th4t one EO: 4nyw4y, I don't think you were out of h4nd! EO: OH EO: um EO: eCtobiology… th4t 5ound5 5u5piCiou5ly like 5omething out of hum4n Gho5tbu5ter5… or from Four 4lterni4n5 with Protein B4Ckp4Ck5 Di5Cover th4t 4 Demon w4nt5 to Kill 4ll theTroll5 4nd Hum4n5 Until They 5trike 4 De4l With The Demon to Only Kill the Boring H4lf of the Troll5 4nd 4ll the Hum4n5 in Return For Not Cro55ing the be4m5 of their 5uper High Pre55ure Protein Filled 5n4Ck B4Ckp4Ck5 WhiCh Would De5troy The Demon'5 Teeth Forever EO: In 4ll hone5ty, I 5till C4n't deCide whiCh of tho5e movie5 w45 5tupider EO: 4nd n4tur4lly, I love them both EO: except the p4rt where the Befor4n5 end the Hum4n5 4ll fre4king die EO: The movie w45 4Ctu4lly re4lly funny till it got to th4t p4rt EO: 4NYw4y… EO: I'm 4fr4id I don't know 4bout it EO: But I'm 5ure D4n doe5 EO: 4nd I'm 5ure he w45 pl4nning on telling me 4ll 4bout it EO: But he'5 been going kind4… well, Cr4zy, 4Ctu4lly EO: 5inCe he'5 been Coordin4ting 4ll thi5, he'5 been 5UPER bu5y EO: I w45 pl4nning on me554ging him in 4 minute 4nyw4y, 4Ctu4lly EO: 5o I'll 45k him 4bout it when I do th4t!And with that, all that was left were the newest shouts that had come up either while he was running or while typing his responses."4we5ome! Th4t w45n't too b4d 4fter 4ll! I ju5t need to m4ke 5ure I don't do th4t 4g4in. Th4t'5 gonn4 be import4nt."He checked out the first of the new messages, and… he did not recognize that name or typing style. What in the world? Dan said something about fate… but what did that even mean? He took a second to quickly scroll over the other public messages after this one and found that they were all basically about this.EO: Um, wow, th4nk5. We're 4Ctu4lly doing pretty well, Con5idering the F4Ct th4t we liter4lly only ju5t 5t4rted. EO: 4nyw4y, I'm not 5ure how you ended up in our p4rty, but here you 5eem to be, 5o welCome. EO: Don't be 5o quiCk to judge u5, we're not 4 bunCh of pu5hover5!And with that, he decided he was done. The other shouts he didn't really have any kind of reply for, so he figured it was best to call it good. At least he'd read them, so he knew this time rather than just ignoring.egoOptimist began shouting at crazyC0llec70r 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?He hit send and plopped down in the grass. He may not know which way was home, but he refused to let it worry him. The sunlight on his skin and the breeze on his face felt too good to be in a bad mood. Plus, he was alive. That was always a plus.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 6:41 pm
Something was wrong with this, she had just arrived and she already felt out of place. First of all she was the only Dersite on the ship, the rest being Fuschia sea turtles. Then it just so happened that the captain was strangely missing and when she would ask anyone of the Turtles they would cower in fear because of her. Everything about this confused her, but this ship was obviously of Derse origin which means she had come to the right place. Fixing her own bandana she began looking for the highest rank. With her slow and deliberate pace she began from the front of the ship and slowly scanned down to the back. Every time she got close to a turtle they would simply back off and give her more room. It didn’t really matter, they weren’t ranked. Once she reached half way she found an extravagant hat just sitting on the ground. Without much thought she grabbed to and began her mission to find whoever would speak to her.
Unfortunately no one did. She tried to talk to everyone on the ship, even the ones below deck. No one would speak to her. Looks like she will have to depend on herself this time. She was after all trapped on this ship. She was much too heavy to swim not that she even could. So she did the first thing that came to mind, find a comfortable place to sit down. With hat still in her hand she did just that. After a time the sun began to glare directly into her eyes, without much thought she put on the hat that was far too large for her so as to block the sun. Her entire head fit in it, all the way down to her chin. What she saw was not the inside of a hat though, but that of a computer screen. With a chat client open. Hmmmmm, maybe they had an answer for her. It took her some stumbling about but she eventually found the “Shout to all” button.
PiratePhilosophy began to shout to All
PP: Hello. I have lost my commanding officer. Would you direct me to him? PP:Why there are turtles on this ship?
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 2:31 am
The golden spires glinted in the light of dawn, the sun just beginning to rise on this particular side of Prospit. The few white carapaced figures who were out at such an hour all stopped what they were doing to marvel at the golden rainbow of colors brought on by the sunrise. The spectacle was appreciated by all those who dotted the streets, with the exception of one. The brilliant display wasn't so much ignored as it was simply overlooked. He was in a hurry, and it didn't even occur to him to bother looking. ==> BM: check out dat sunrise! Hey! Now, is that any way to treat a womsunrise? A what? ==> erm… DON'T check out the sunrise. Right. "Don't what? I don't like chinese food." … um… what? I don't… Chinese food stinks! Smells like eggs. AND MSG! What does that even… Extra sugar, extra salt! Extra oil and EM ES GEEEE! Nah, I don't want any cake. "I want cake! Cake is good!" NO! THE FREAKING CAKE IS A FREAKING LIE! SHUT UP! … … … "…" Good. Um. Oh, right. He walked down the uncrowded street, headed toward the shipyard where a number of Prospit ships were to make their way to certain planets. Not too terribly many Propitians knew about that. As a matter of fact, it was only because of his title that he knew about it at all. He was, after all, the Battalion Mediator. Not that he was very good at that job. His mediation never seemed to turn out all that well, and SOMEONE always ended up dead. Or worse. Uhm, Maybe it's better if we just leave it at that. HEY! Who are you calling not very good?! Yeah! And those guys all deserved it! "Got some and then some…" Some what? I want some! Hey, why do you always leave me out? huh!? What? What are you EVEN talking about?? You wouldn't understand. Aww... you don't understand either? That stinks. I totally understand how that is. I never understand. I guess when you don't understand, and I don't understand, then we just gotta not understand together so we can really understand, right? I… you… I truly do not understand. I'm just gonna pretend that whole exchange never happened. OOH! What are we exchanging, New Buddy? Stories? Gossip? Secrets?? How can you exchange secrets with him? Nothing you say is secret! How would YOU know!? It's not like you can read my mind! I don't have to! Oh yeah? And why's that?! You wouldn't understand. Oh. Ok. GAHH! STOP! I have a JOB to do here, and I WON'T let you screw with it! CUT IT OUT! Hey, if you can't do your job, that ain't my fault. NO! JUST STOP! SHUT UP AND LET ME TELL THE STORY! Kay! YOU-- huh? Oh, well, ok. Good. Let's see… Oh yeah. BM's medi-- I'm really good at being quiet! AAAUUGHH!! NO! NO YOU'RE NOT! YOU FREAKING SUCK AT IT! YOU ARE THE MOST HORRIBLE ONE THERE IS AT BEING QUIET! SHUT UP!! As the freaking narrator, I feel it's necessary to inform any potential listeners that I am going to pause here, to see if my message got through. Also… I can't even begin to tell you how powerfully I pity you right now… I am truly sorry you're being subjected to this. Ok? Shutting up now?
Yeah? Good. I… don't even remember where I was. In most circumstances, I'd be ashamed, but in all honesty I feel pretty justified. Gimme a second to get my bearings. Oh, right. Ok. So, Bm sucked at mediating, I have no freaking idea how he got his title, as he clearly doesn't deserve it, but since he did have the title he knew about the ships headed out to other planets, and that's where he was headed, his reasons are unknown because his head's a freaking tub of sludge, I doubt HE knows why he's headed there, he ignored the sunrise because again- tub of sludge, he bumped into some other Prospitian because he wasn't paying attention where he was walking and blamed the other guy and eviscerated him, and then he got where he was going, looked up at the doorway, likely in mock dramatic awe, or because tub of sludge, and waltzed in and casually walked onto the first ship he came to for no freaking reason. Oh wait, tub of sludge. Right. All the reason he needs. There you go. That's what happened. "Um…" That… Um. That was, without a doubt, Err… the WORST Um… storytelling I have EVER heard. Bar none. Yeah. Bite me.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 4:53 pm
==>Baikal: EAT IT! EAT IT! EAT IT!
It seems as if Baikal is busy right now, please leave your message at the tone. ..............................................................................................................Beep.......
==>Baikal: Where did you go. I can’t see you through the bloody water.
Wait, did the bold text just loose Baikal?
==>......... Maybe, it happened really fast.
Ok, so uh we lost him. Me and the bold text have lost a protagonist people this is a code..... What’s his blood color again? It isn’t red is it? Please don’t tell me it’s red. Well uh small recap, Baikal flipped his s**t all over the place left his computer AGAIN and when we last saw him was fighting a shark with his teeth. Why someone would do this I don’t know. I honestly have no idea why anyone would do that. But thats besides the point! We lost him in the now huge smoke screen of what we think is blood. Oh wait! This just in his blood is Fuschia not red! And fortunately the blood is only red! Sheesh hahahahahah.... Crisis averted. I mean I almost lost a protagonist there, who does that? Oh hi sir! Uh, what is it?
What do you mean?
I don’t need a vacation, I need to find him! This is my job!
NO! NO I HAVE TO FIND HIM! I DON’T NEED A VACATION!
For the purpose of continuity please disregard all that has happened here and return to reading as if this is the beginning.
For the past half an hour Baikal was in what could only be considered an underwater Deathmatch between two underwater super predators. Him as the Fuchsia blood although Beforan and thus far calmer to what his Alternian counterpart could be but just as capable of being a super predator. The other being a Large and very imposing shark, the numerous scars that slithered their way across it’s leathery grey skin told of a life of hardships and strife. It’s numerous teeth like daggers pointing in every direction meant to hurt someone only gave this creature a more violent visage. Neither really knew how it started, but both of them knew exactly how it ended.
With Baikal Sinking his numerous and very sharp teeth into its back, six or seven inches above it’s dorsal fin and began to thrash his head around violently. No matter how hard the how hard the shark shook itself it just couldn’t get him loose. It’s blood spread slowly into the ocean making it block out anyones vision. After some time Baikal shot out of the cloud towards the direction of his ship, not caring for anything else.
It honestly didn’t take too long to get there and once he did he swam deeper. Than once he got far enough he turned and swam directly up and shot from the Ocean soaring high into the air and onto his ship. Landing perfectly on his feet, he walked over to the mast and grabbed his hat and put it on his head. His face completely neutral when he saw the small figure that was hidden underneath said hat. It was maybe three feet tall and was wearing a purple bandana, white baggy shirt and purple pants just as baggy. All in all, it seemed as if all of it’s clothes were made for someone two or three sizes bigger than it. It’s large white eyes stared at him curiously. Frankly, it seemed harmless.
PP: vvho are you. |v|ore importantly why are you on my ship.
After saying this it made an adorable squeaking sound and scrambled to stand up as fast as possible. It nearly fell over itself twice while doing this, and finally when it did stand up it gave a salute. He had to bite his knuckle just to keep himself from laughing at the small display. After a few seconds of staring at one another he motioned for a response, it didn’t move. It didn’t do anything no matter what he said.
A small pinging sound came from his hat, awesome. New mail. Hopefully not from him. Slipping the hat down over his head he frowned, damn... he made Canisa worry. Making her worry was easier than breathing and made him feel like he was dying a bit. So here it goes.
--PP to MO-- PP: |-|ey uh... sorry about that. PP: I kinda exploded, don't worry everythings good. PP: $eriously stop worrying.
Now.. who would know what to do? Danwer, although paranoid always had an idea on what to do. Even if it was complicated sometimes.
--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.
Once sent he lifted his hat over his eyes and stared at the small creature again. It was still saluting him.
==>Baikal: Say “Jump”. Baikal scratched his head a little and wondered where the thought came from, but ok.
PP: ulump. | |ow.
And with that it jumped. His eyebrow raised up a bit when he noticed it hadn’t stopped saluting.
PP: $tand on one foot.
It stood on one foot instantly. Maybe he should tell Danwer... with his hat once again over his eyes. He noticed something he didn’t before. The little thing had texted his friends! It was asking them where it’s... commanding officer was? Baikal quickly lifted his hat and said.
PP: /-|m I you (ommanding ()fficer?
It nodded very slightly, still saluting. His smile could have been seen from space.
PP: /-|t ease.
With that it finally stopped saluting him and sat right back down.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:19 am
Lohi got a couple of messages while she was vegged on the couch in her once proud living room. Though it still contained most of the things that made it proud, it was a shambles, and had clearly seen better days. The messengers beeping startled her out of a daydream. She took a peek at who was talking to her and read over the messages. It was BA and EO, that was all. "Ah, well. At least people are talking to me." She muttered.
yesterdaysScribbler replied to ballisticAdversary
YS: Yöû thïnk yöû cän؟ YS: Böy I höpè §ö, mäybè I'll §tärt gèttïng §ömèwhèrè. YS: löl YS: §èrïöû§ly thöûgh, I thïnk I'm göïng tö mè§§ äröûnd wïth älchèmy §ömè mörè.
Eyeing the Alchemiter Lohi replied to her other friend.
yesterdaysScribbler replied to egoOptimist
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
Chuckling to herself, Lohi took a peek at the memo.
yesterdaysScribbler replied to ballisticAdversary
YS: Hèy §ö I jû§t chèckèd thè Alchèmy mèmö änd äppärèntly thèrè ï§ ä dï§k §ö thät I cän bûïld för my§èlf؟ YS: Dïdn't knöw ïf yöû §äw thät yèt ör nöt, bût ïf yöû lïkè I cän täkè övèr my öwn bûïldïng rè§pön§ïbïlïtïè§ nöw. YS: Jû§t wäntèd tö thröw thät öût thèrè.
With that Lohi made her way to start her alchemization. She made the altered SBURB disk first, and then started messing around with other combinations again. She tried mixing things with her books, not trying for anything in particular, just seeing what she could come up with. A few of the things she tried were; a clock and a book of sheet music an empty journal and an ipod a digital watch and a copy of H. G. Wells' The Time Machine the same digital watch and the book of sheet music a psychology book and an old toy Pokedex the digital watch and the empty journal the copy of H. G. Wells' The Time Machine and the old toy Pokedex
After a while of messing around just with the combinations, Lohi decided to install the disk and start working on building herself up a bit.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 9:27 pm
It was becoming repetitive. Move three yards, wait for messages. Move three yards, wait for messages. As you can plainly tell, Malina was getting a bit anxious.
She'd killed 12 imps already, and yet to see any hint that she was getting somewhere - she may as well be walking in circles herself! She'd eventually return back to her hive in order to do some alchemizing or something, but right now there is a challenge and Malina never gives up!
...unless it's in an RPG and bam! Out comes the Action Replay. But that's a whole different subject...
What was she doing again?
SP: Ι wιll mοst cεrtαιnly dο thαt. SP: Αs fοr bοttlιng thιngs υp, Ι thιnk ιt's sαfε tο sαy my bοttlε ιs vεry fιzzy rιght thιs sεcοnd. SP: Lιkε α jυg οf thαt cαndy flαvοrεd swιll pυrplε blοοds lοvε tο drοwn thεmslεvεs ιn sο mυch. SP: Αnd α cεrtαιn hιghblοοd ιs flαιlιng sαιd bοttlε οf pεnt υp cαrbοnαtεd jυggαlο jυιcε αrουnd lιkε sοmε kιnd οf ιnεpt εαrth bαbοοn. SP: Whιch wιll cαυsε ιt tο εxplοdε ιn α frυιty fυckιng gεysεr οf hαtεlοvε αll οvεr hιs υgly pιrαtε wαnnαbε fαcε.
PC: < Um, that sounds very sticky... > PC: < Does soda even stain clothes? > PC: < Because I mean, who'd bathe in Faygo anyways? > PC: < ;_; >
It was easier to pretend ignorance in this kind of situation. The next message was catching her attention in the worst way.
TG: -->lol you guys sound so pathetik--> 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. >
This guy seems like the kind to be a major annoyance in the future. His first words and he's already bitching. Malina already feels bad for his client. Whoever they are.
She really hates how she ends up so polite all the time. This is a rather slght change from the norm. In fact, it's rather enjoyable...
But back on the main subject. Ohgogsshtopthisinfernalwalking! She was getting pretty tired of running after some silly lizard.
She took a look at bA's message and decided to comment would be rather silly -- she had nothing to contribute.
But...
Canisa! Yay!
MO: Oh mצ, thank צou verצ much..! MO: I don't mind at all, and in fact I share צour feelings on the matter..! MO: I was just thinking about how nice צou are and that צou're an enjoצable person to talk to.. MO: I know that might be weird since we don't know each other all that well, but I just thought צou should know..!
;u; MO: And exploring for things on צour land is actuallצ a prettצ good thing to do, because צou are more likelצ to find hidden quests for neat things..! MO: Thank צou for צour concern, I'll do mצ best to be safe..! MO: Mצ lusus/sprite is with me, so I'm not too worried mצself about it..
...would it sound a bit too desperate if she called Canisa a friend already? What if she assumed it to be an attempt to squeeze into her pale quadrant or something. That'd be very awkward.
Also, metaphorical imp blood shall spill.
PC: < ^_^ > PC: < I feel the same. I'm pretty fortunate you are here, else I would have gone a bit crazy awhile ago. > PC: < I can taste the sweet loot already! I am so psyched for this, in fact. > PC: < Tell your lusii I said "Hi!", okay? >
A mass of buildings and small tent-like homes were appearing within sight. It wasn't much longer until she had that shiny coin in her possession. Another message to read? Wut?
PiratePhilosophy began to shout to All
PP: Hello. I have lost my commanding officer. Would you direct me to him? PP:Why there are turtles on this ship? PC: < Um, I'm sorry that I cannot be any help. > PC: < Nice to meet you, ah, whomever you are. >
... If she were a person of lesser manners, she'd have been saying "Who's this douchebag?" But Malina is VERY polite, thank gog.
Now where is that thief?
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 11:27 pm
==> Kyanos: Return from two month hiatus in narrative to inconveniently and irritatingly start being someone who isn't you.
You have absolutely no idea what that means. You have never been anyone else but yourself. As the WANDERING VASSAL, you are as “you” as you can be. Though honestly you never thought about it much. Until just now. As if something is calling attention to your thoughts.
That's weird.
==> WV: Continue being yourself.
Actually, you're laying low, so being yourself might be detrimental to your own well being. But even so, you cannot escape who you really are: A tired, war addled Dersite just trying to squeak by on a foreign planet.
==> WV: Take inventory of yourself.
As far as Carapacians go, you're about as average as they come, but you sport some pretty fancy duds to make you stand out from the crowd! Okay, so they're just some dirty stained sheets you cover yourself with to hide your true identity, but they're comfortable!
Sadly, they're about all you have on your person.
==> WV: Look at surroundings.
You have holed yourself up in a rather comfortable hovel that's really just a giant plastic game piece shaped like a house. You stumbled across a lot of them as well as some others of various types like giant pewter cars and abnormally sized top hats and shoes. They're all over this place you found.
Speaking of which, you're not entirely sure if where you are now has a name, but it provides more than ample refuge from the Battlefield. This is actually a bitter irony since the inhabitants of this new world are as focused on ridiculous games of martial prowess as the land you just escaped from. You have also never seen the sun rise. Ever. The land is shrouded in perpetual night. This makes gauging how long you've actually been here difficult.
The locals here are a bunch of rancorous, grouchy blue crocodiles that make it perfectly clear that they do not tolerate your presence. You have also discovered they respond to peaceful salutations such as handshakes by angrily snapping at your outstretched hand. Jerks. Sadly, the Carapacians you've seen are always Dersites so you have never dared make contact for fear of being discovered as a deserter. It also doesn't help that these two factions are constantly at war with one another.
You sigh. Okay, so maybe it isn't all that different from the Battlefield.
Regardless, you have exiled yourself to a corner of these lands filled with strange discarded memorabilia and have constructed a neighborhood from the numerous house and hotel game pieces you have found. Shortly after two hours of hard work erecting the great and mighty MAYORIAL HOTEL you donned the title of MAYOR OF GAMEVILLE. If only you had a fancy sash to commemorate the occasion.
==> WV: Drive to the MAYORIAL HOTEL.
The car is made of pewter, and it also is very heavy and does not run because it is not a real car. It is fakey and bullshit. You kick the tires in disgust, then immediately regret doing so as your bare foot slams into SOLID PEWTER. The pain is very real; the car is not.
==> WV: Walk to the MAYORIAL HOTEL.
It's a friendly neighborhood, if not a bit quiet. You wave to PROFESSOR PLUM along the way! He's such a jolly fellow, but you always suspect he's up to some kind of mischief. Deadly mischief. He doesn't return the salutation because he is an inanimate game card propped up against one of the hotels.
Oh look, there's MRS. WHITE! Oh... And she has her giant pewter dog today. You and dogs don't get along. In fact, you're not entirely sure why you set up that game piece in her yard. Dogs terrify you. The pewter scotty dog stares ominously in your direction like it wants to stab you. Or thrust its fore paw through your stomach. But that would be silly and would never happen. Ever.
You feel a cold sweat breaking out. Doubling your pace you make a roundabout path to the MAYORIAL HOTEL. Whew. For good measure you duck behind the duo of giant plastic CANNONS you placed outside the building. They also don't function because they are fake, but they nonetheless make you feel safer while you're in your office. You even put up some STRATEGO BOMBS for good measure. Woe be to the poor clod who tries to navigate YOUR minefield!
==> WV: Enter MAYORIAL HOTEL.
Ah, time to get to your MAYORIAL DUTIES! With a little effort you lift the game piece's side and slip into your humble home away from home.
You first check on your pile of FAKE GAME MONEY. The MAYORIAL HOTEL doubles as a bank of sorts in addition to the numerous Mayorial duties to which you attend beneath its brightly colored roof. Exactly two hundred dollars! You've been saving it for the first person to pass by. You're not entirely sure why, though. Perhaps adherence to esoteric board game jokes is a natural intuitive trait amongst those gifted with your Mayorial talents. You're the best Mayor ever.
Wait. What was that noise?
==> WV: Check out what the big to-do is outside. You are the Mayor!
Sounded like some kind of crash. Perhaps someone has run a red light! Oh no! This could even be the beginning of some kind of Gameville crime wave! It is your duty as a Mayor to see what's up!
… From a safe distance, of course. Crouched behind one of your cannons, you peek to see-
==> Kyanos: Land in your Land already.
Well you finally did it. You passed the first gate. Go you. And all it took was you to focus your frustrations on the enemies blocking your path. Straightening your sleeves, you observe the crater around you. You haven't had a chance to do it in a while, but you do know that those of your blood caste are notorious for “stronging” big dents into things after leaping. This would be cool if you weren't still in a bit of a negative mood. Still, being able to use your new weapon WAS fun.
You take in your surroundings and finally let out a breath you didn't realize you had been holding. This place sure is strange. Are those giant plastic houses? Playing cards? Looking down at your feet, there's a winding path painted upon a soft, barely durable surface. It is divided up into colorful squares. Is this... cardboard?
It's night, too. A sense of calm washes over you, as you realize you are now alone with your thoughts. Off in the distance you can swear you see flashing lights illuminating the horizon at times.
Your attentions are suddenly drawn to your Pipboy; the Palshouter is vibrating.
==> Kyanos: Answer messages.
You've been letting them pile up. You haven't even opened it since your little angry message to Baikal. You suppose you've left them hanging long enough.
==> Kyanos: Answer Canisa.
She's usually the first you talk to, and you feel bad for just kind of cutting it off with her for... How long have you been silent now? Time is so wonky in this place. You couldn't keep track of it very well, even if you tried. Either way, it's been a while, and you find yourself typing away a bit more than usual.
SP: My αpοlοgιεs fοr thε sιlεncε. SP: Ι hαvε pαssεd thrουgh thε fιrst gαtε αnd Ι bεlιεvε Ι αm οffιcιαlly ιn... SP: αctυαlly Ι hαvε nο ιdεα yεt. SP: Εvεrythιng ιs gαmε thεmεd? SP: Kιnd οf lιkε thοsε Εαrth bοαrd gαmεs. SP: Αnywαy, Ι'm dοdgιng yουr qυεstιοn, αnd Ι αpοlοgιzε. SP: Jυst fεlt lιkε Ι shουld lεt οff sοmε stεαm bεfοrε αnswεrιng my mεssαgεs αgαιn. SP: Bυt Ι αm fιnε! SP: Bαιkαl αnd Ι hαvε α... SP: Cοmplιcαtεd rεlαtιοnshιp. SP: Ιt's dεfιnιtεly οf thε cαlιgιnουs vαrιεty. SP: Bυt sοmεtιmεs Ι bεgιn tο wοndεr ιf ουr rαcιαl dιffεrεncεs mαkε ιt ιmpοssιblε fοr υs tο αctυαlly rεcιprοcαtε prοpεrly. SP: Hε jυst dοεsn't "Gεt ιt" sοmεtιmεs.
Your eye spies someone you've never seen before messaging you. Who is this?
SP: Hοld οn. SP: Whο's thιs "tαrnιshεdGαllαntry" gυy?
==> Kyanos: Hail tarnishedGallantry.
SP: Ι rεgrεt tο ιnfοrm yου thαt αttεmptιng tο Trοll α bυnch οf Trοlls mαy bε α bιt ουt οf yουr lεαgυε. SP: Bυt ιn thε bεnεfιt οf αttεmptιng tο bε cιvιl, Ι wιll εxtεnd α frιεndly grεεtιng bεfοrε αskιng yου whο yου αrε. SP: Sο hεllο! SP: Αnd whο thε Hεll αrε yου?
==> Kyanos: Check other messages, then message everyone.
SP: Ι αpοlοgιzε tο εvεryοnε whο mαy hαvε bεεn wαntιng tο gεt ιn cοntαct wιth mε. SP: Ι wεnt sιlεnt rυnnιng fοr α whιlε thεrε. SP: Οn pυrpοsε. SP: Nεεdεd tο clεαr my hεαd. SP: Thε gοοd nεws ιs Ι hαvε pαssεd thε fιrst gαtε! SP: Ι αm nοw ιn α lαnd οf bοαrdgαmεs αnd plαstιc? SP: Ι thιnk Ι sεε flαshιng lιghts ιn thε dιstαncε. SP: Gοιng tο chεck ιt ουt.
==> Kyanos: Message... Him.
Baikal. Ugh. You guess he deserves a response.
SP: Sο yου αctυαlly dο hαvε α bαckbοnε. SP: Gοοd fοr yου. SP: Ιt αlsο αppεαrs thαt my gοαdιng mαy hαvε snαppεd yουr brαιn. SP: Ιf sο, Ι dο nοt αpοlοgιzε bεcαυsε ιt wουld bε tοο dαmn fυnny. SP: Αlsο kιnd οf sαd. SP: Ιs thιs thε pαrt whεrε Ι swοοp ιn tο sαvε thε hαtε οf my lιfε frοm thε scαry scαry tυrtlε mοnstεrs? SP: Sεrιουsly thουgh, gοοd fοrm. SP: Αlmοst hαd mε ιntιmιdαtεd fοr α sεcοnd thεrε! SP: Thεrε mαy bε hοpε fοr yου yεt. SP: Bυt Ι'm nοt hοldιng my brεαth.
==> Kyanos: One last response. To Malina.
Heck, why not? She seemed to take the comment in stride.
SP: Twο wοrds: Pυrplε Blοοds. SP: Sο dαmn cαprιcιουs.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 2:28 pm
 ;Canisa Renees; The Maid of Life There were a few moments of wringing her hands together in worry before Canisa remembered her promise to check the Alchemy memo to Danwer. Oh, right! Though she was concerned about her involvement in message sending between two kismesis, it really was none of her business and nothing to waste time over. Hatemates will do what hatemates do, after all. With this in mind, Canisa settles comfortably against her couch and pulls up the Alchemy memo to scan over. There were a couple of things that she found interesting, so she memorized their codes. Once she was finished catching up in the memo, she stood up with her husktop in her arms and went over to her Sgrub/Sburb given machines, and first punched in the code for the modified Sburb server disk. She was pretty sure that would be very useful sometime during her adventure, so she created it and then stored it for safe keeping. The next thing she did was put in the code for empty captchalogue cards themselves, as she now only had one free, and made herself 10 more which she immediately captchalogued one at a time to add them to her usable syladex. Now with plenty of space, while looking from her husktop to her Punch Designix, she punched in the code for Lohi's Hello Kitty headband. She really needed a hands-free computer, so this would work perfectly. Or rather, it would with just a few modifications. But before she did that, she also snagged the code for the wireless hub and created it, as well. Might as well update her husktop before she makes it into a headband computer. Finished with that, she next went into her syladex modus to retrieve one of her dog plushes, taking the time to dig it out and some of her cleaning materials to clean it and her hands off. Now to work on those Alchemi-- WAIT! Oh man, she nearly forgot to download the modified server disk to her husktop. She wasn't sure she would be able to do that on the headband computer, so she went ahead and downloaded it now while she still had her husktop handy. Now time for the actual Alchemizations! (Note, I still had to give these to another crew member to give me the resulting alchemizations, I just went ahead and asked for them early so I could have them in the same post!)Wireless Hub && Husktop = Wireless Husktop Hello Kitty Headband || Fluffy Brown Dog Plush = Hello Brown Puppy Headband Wireless Husktop && Hello Brown Puppy Headband = Wireless Hello Brown Puppy Headtop Yessss! Finally, she had herself a hands-free computer. Canisa happily place the Headtop on her head and fixed it into place before activating it. This would be so much more convenient for her now. She set on the task to gather up the grist of the imps her Dogmomlusus was killing, all while putting down the codes for all the items in her syladex in the Alchemy memo, including the box from her Ancestor. If anyone was interested in checking them out and possibly helping her do the sciencey stuff to make it a reality, of course she was going to share it! Unfortunately, she didn't think to remove her.. more secret favorite books from the card with the piles of books. Hopefully no one finds out about them. After she was done with that and collecting all the more current grist, she settled down to look over her messages and answer them. Time to get cracking at this big mess! She noticed that Kyanos had responded during her busy time, and was reminded about her earlier worry. Canisa eagerly clicked over to the message and scanned it over. With a small sigh of relief, she responded rather leisurely. --MO to SP--MO: Oh it's quite alright, no need to apologize..! MO: I understand if צou're busy, צou shouldn't have to feel bad about plaצing the game..! MO: I'm sure all of us will go quiet multiple times during the game as we complete certain quests and such, because while it is a game that emphasizes teamwork, there is also a lot of independent work צou need to get done to plaצ the game right.. MO: צour land sounds verצ interesting, perhaps צour land quest will have צou following a game path and have pre-determined encounters until צou reach the finish line..? MO: That sounds like loads of fun, actuallצ.. MO: Ah, I see.. MO: I can see how that might pose as a problem, but I like to think that if it's meant to be, it will find a waצ to make it work..! MO: And I am not sure who that is, but it seems that theצ maצ have swapped places with one of our plaצers..! MO: I'm not exactlצy sure on the details of that either, but I don't know if anצ of us are yet.. MO: Let's hope it all works out..! ;u; MO: But looking back on what I said about plaצing the game right.. I still have צet to kill an imp for mצself, I've just been letting mצ lusus do it for me while I get things done.. MO: ;n; MO: I will have to learn to fight sometime or I will be no use at all, so after I respond to mצ other messages I'll start trצing to fight..Feeling a little guilty and disappointed in herself at the realization, she minimized out of the chat and moved on to her next one. She didn't even realize that she had immediately unloaded something that bothered her to Kyanoz, it just seemed natural to. If it had been someone else, would she have still done that or kept it to herself? Those questions will probably be answered some other time, but now she's busy feeling disappointed and she still has messages. Who's next? Danwer! Whatever Danwer had to say would probably pull her out of her funk! --MO to CC--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..?Well, that definitely did cheer her up considerably, though it also did interest her on the last matter. It would all be explained sometime though, so might as well focus on the now and her next message, which is from Tuluch. Ooh! --MO to EO--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..?Awkwaaaaard. Best to not think to much into it and move on. Next person on the list of messages to respond to is.. Baikal! --MO to PP--MO: It's not צour fault, it's.. to be expected I suppose..! MO: From what I've read Alternians are reallצ good at making the people theצ hate verצ, verצ mad.. MO: But if צou saצ so, then I'll trצ not to worrצ, צour roצal highness..! ;u;It was nice be respectful to the heir to the throne, and it was fun to be able to talk to him and be playing this game with him. She considered herself lucky to be in this kind of position to speak with him! Last but certainly not least on the list of people to respond to, was Malina. Man, she really likes Malina, she's friggen nice. --MO to PC--MO: Heehee, צou're too kind.. MO: It's easצ for mצ mood to drop because of worrצsome things, but since we've started talking צou've been a big part of mצ mood being lifted..! MO: Good luck to getting said sweet loot, and I will definitelצ tell her that..! MO: Send mצ regards to צour lusus and/or sprite for me as well..? ;u;And finally, that finished it. Now she could focus on her newest main concern: learning how to fight. So she search out her lusus, told her one of her friends online said hi, and then told her lusus-sprite her plans.
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