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Post by lofora on Jun 24, 2012 22:47:29 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Wake up.
You do. You just had the king fucking nightmare. You look alone. You're alone. Thank Jegus. You hit the back of your head a couple times on the floor beneath you. You cover your face with your hands. You almost cry. But you don't. Because fuck crying, that shit sucked.
You prop yourself up onto your elbows a bit. Your little room is currently littered with cacti and your clothes are a rumpled mess. Your head is throbbing. You crack open another cactus and drink its contents. You're getting used to them, and that terrifies you. You can't tell, but your room smells sweet from the scent of cactus juice.
You've had too much of this crazy meteor shit. You're done. Isn't there a quit function on this game? It was nice and all, but you beat the final boss. You won. Through a glitch you lost. Okay, that's cool. Can't you quit? Can't you... Fuck, load a save? You let yourself fall. You don't even care to clean up. You convince yourself that whoever sees all these cacti will just think you had a violent night by yourself. That shit doesn't matter.
You acquire your husktop and put it onto the ground, rolling over a bit to access it. Your vision is blurry. That, combined with your pictureshades, makes it hard to see anything. You click on a name you think is Caegar's. You have no idea you clicked the wrong name. The wrong name that also happens to be the troll you may or may not have a palecrush on. You're going to flip your shit later.barbaryShaman [BS] began trolling posthumousParadigm [PP] at --:--
BS: ✯ ii'm iin myy r∞∞m.
BS: ✯ c∞mee hheeree.
BS: ✯ pleeaasee. You deem that good enough and fall back over, laying on your back and staring up, surrounded by your spiny, green, broken friends. [/font] |
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jun 25, 2012 1:35:39 GMT -6
==>: PP: What the fuck is so important?
That Lofora would ask you for help? [/center] Baltyr stared at the screen for quite some time, slightly confused. Yeah, he knew Lo. He knew she was out of it most of the time. Sopor slime maybe? He had no idea, nor did he really care. As long as she kept it away from him she was cool. The troll brushed his disheveled hair out of his eyes, rubbing them, and exited his hive, leaving a mountain of mutilated paper and ink. As he left he pulled in his overshirt, only buttoning it up partially. He made his way towards the teleporting device thing and with a static shock he found himself in the circular room that they all led to.
In seconds he found himself outside of the other troll's hive. He made his way through, shivering- his button-up was thin and the Veil was cold as shit. His eyes came across Lofora. In a mess. Surrounded by cacti.
What the hell happened here? Baltyr moved forward quickly and dropped to his knee.
BALTYR: l0 are y0u 0kay?
BALTYR: real deal y0u d0nt l00k s0 well
BALTYR: y0u said y0u needed me and im here- whats up
BALTYR: y0 purple wake the fuck up
Damn, I had a feeling I'd have to watch out for you. Lofora hadn't exactly been normal, and he had no idea what exactly she did, but it didn't look healthy. She might be just as dangerous as Caeger, yet in a different way. She needed help.
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Post by lofora on Jun 25, 2012 5:55:44 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Lower shades.
Oooh fuck. You lower your shades, squinting a bit. Yep, that's Baltyr. Fucking what? You turn to look at the screen. Yep, you messaged Baltyr. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You push your picture shades up. You gotta keep a straight face. Don't flip the fuck out. Just fucking breathe.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ whhaadduup, b.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm, uuhh, yy'kn∞w.
LOFORA: ✯ chhiilliin.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm ffiiiiiinee, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ iit's aa beeaauutiiffuul neew daayy, aand ii'm hheeree, wiithh aall myy ffriieends, aand-
You accidentally cut yourself off. You were going to list off something else. But you can't think of anything else. You could have swore you just had something, but... Shit. Just slipped your mind. You turn away from Baltyr. Sure, you have a palecrush on the guy, but this is getting too real, too quickly. You give a stifled, bitter laugh. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ ...yyeeaahh, ffuuck thhaat.
LOFORA: ✯ n∞.
LOFORA: ✯ thhiis shhiit suucks, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ thhiis shhiit suucks hhaardc∞ree.
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jun 25, 2012 22:15:26 GMT -6
==>: PP: Make things easier.
Work with your friend. [/center] The troll dropped down beside the other troll, analyzing her health. Fuck that, what was there to analyze? She was a troll who he suspected had a little too much fun on most nights that was now having great difficulties. He had no idea what he could do to help her. He didn't know if she was willing or wanting help. In other words, the ball was in her field.
BALTYR: im here n0w
BALTYR: tell me what sucks
His blue eyes closed as he sighed. He wished he could do something other than use auras for fighting but noooo. The Knight was a weird passive class- it allowed the user to use his aspect in a very literal sense. While he couldn't change anothers' aura he could use it to his advantage. Thus was the way of passive classes. They would benefit the user but couldn't actively be used against another. If this post got any shorter Baltyr might have to shoot himself with his own burstbladekind.
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Post by lofora on Jun 25, 2012 22:41:52 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Tell him.
He wants to know so fucking bad? Then you'll tell him. He wants you to tell him your feelings? You'll fucking tell him. And not only because you're so pale for him. But this shit has been bottling up. You give another bitter laugh and cover your face with your hands, dragging them down, stretching it out. Eventually your hands find your neck, then your chest. They remain there.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ...reeaallyy? whhyy d∞ thhiings suuck?
LOFORA: ✯ aa beetteer ffuuckiin quueestii∞n w∞uuld bee, "whhaat d∞eesn't suuck?"
LOFORA: ✯ eeveeryythhiing's ffuuckiin g∞nee.
LOFORA: ✯ wee'ree ∞n aa meetee∞r iin ffuuckiin spaacee beeiing chhaaseed d∞wn byy aa hhuugee aass ffuuckiin deem∞n.
LOFORA: ✯ aand wee caan d∞ shhiit aall aab∞uut iit.
You seem to be the only one who cares. You seem to be the only one who gets it. Slaier's busy trying and failing to get people "in line", whatever the fuck he needs them in line for. Caegar's doing Caegar things. Adonis is breaking bones. Anguis is being weird to you for no fucking reason. You don't think you'll ever connect with Failow. You lose your chill. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ ii juust caan't st∞p thhiinkiing.
LOFORA: ✯ ii waas aalwaayys thhee ∞nee whh∞ laaggeed beehhiind.
LOFORA: ✯ whh∞ diidn't kn∞w whhaat thhee ffuuck shhee waas d∞iing.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'vee hheeaard pee∞plee biitchh aab∞uut hh∞w thheeyy'ree thhee reeaas∞n wee ffuuckiin l∞st.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm n∞t ffuuckiin bliind aanyym∞ree, ffuuck n∞.
You pause. A cactus drops from the air. You smash it and hastily drink the juices, a bit of juice going down the sides of your face, a bit onto your shirt. You throw the cactus as hard as you can and it embeds itself into the wall right next to you. You push your husktop away, letting it slide across the floor, using the cleared spot to put your head on, face first. So you don't have to look at him. Him, who probably still is doing things. Your voice breaks. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ ii'm aa n∞blee ffuuckiin seeaadweelleer.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm suupp∞seed t∞ bee aa m∞deel ∞ff aa peerffeect tr∞ll.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm aa ffuuckiin ffaaiiluuree, baaltyyr.
LOFORA: ✯ aa ffaaiiluuree aas aa plaayyeer aand aa ffaaiiluuree aas aa tr∞ll.
The tears flow freely. You didn't expect this. You're supposed to be strong, a pillar of society. All that you're doing is disgracing your blood, the blood of your ancestor, and, fuck, everything else. With a shaky hand, you reach out to grab the cactus. A few of the needles puncture you. You need pain. You need something. You drop the cactus, looking at your wound, then you close your fist. This is the most painful part to say. You hope, hope to everything that has ever existed, that Baltyr will be your moirail. You couldn't imagine how much everything would change if he wouldn't. Quietly, shakily, you speak again, pointing a trembling finger at the bloodied cactus. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't st∞p, baaltyyr.
LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't ffuuckiin st∞p aand iit scaarees mee.
You let your tense body fall limply, sobbing, hoping that he's still going to be there for you. You know you probably wouldn't.
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jun 25, 2012 23:08:15 GMT -6
==>: PP: Remember the past.
She reminded him so much... [/center] Baltyr watched her without emotion as she broke down, releasing the fears that every one of the trolls was too afraid to admit. Something Baltyr had only recently admitted himself. But she was dealing with it the wrong way. Those cacti, whatever they were, were not helping the situation. They were becoming her problem just as much as her emotions. He watched her hide from him but knew what to do. In no time he let out a pulse with his aura- the cacti were pushed away from the two, leaving them alone on the floor, spared from the prickles of the strange plant. He found her trembling shoulders and leaned down beside her, wrapping his arms around her.
BALTYR: i kn0w y0u need me here
BALTYR: y0ur heart tells me
BALTYR: i d0nt believe in b0ssing pe0ple ar0und
BALTYR: ßut n0 m0re cacti
BALTYR: deal?
It wasn't easy for Baltyr to be emotional. He didn't want to remember the last person he let himself close to- welcome to the fucking apocalypse. Live with him for years only to let him die as you disappeared into another fucking dimension. So he just snuggled against her, doing his best to pacify her in the only way he knew how- to be her escape. Instead of worrying she could just be here with him. just d0nt g0 dyin 0n me n0w, kay?
BALTYR: were all afraid l0
BALTYR: and 0ut 0f that fear each 0f us c0pe in diff ways
BALTYR: were just as scared as y0u are
BALTYR: and thats all there is t0 say ß0ut it
BALTYR: ßut it d0esnt matter ßecause were fucking ßadass
BALTYR: and n0 matter what time is m0ving
BALTYR: thats why pe0ple mess with the kids
BALTYR: ßecause theyre the 0nly pe0ple we can ask...
BALTYR: f0r help
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Post by lofora on Jun 25, 2012 23:39:23 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Keep going.
You're a seadweller. You're used to being wet. These tears should be nothing new. The juice isn't. But the tears...
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ thhaat's s∞ ffuuckiin eeaasyy t∞ saayy.
LOFORA: ✯ beeliieevee mee, ii'vee saaiid iit aa miillii∞n, triillii∞n ffuuckiin tiimees beeff∞ree.
LOFORA: ✯ ii uuseed t∞ bee aablee t∞ g∞ aa daayy wiithh∞uut.
LOFORA: ✯ n∞w iit's eeveen ffuuckiin leess, baaltyyr.
LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't d∞ iit. ii'm s∞ scaareed.
You feel him against you, and for some reason that strengthens your tears. But the tears of despair, perhaps, have turned into tears of something else. Something better. You move a bit and you wrap your arms around him, the tears still flowing. You hug him tightly, something you're not used to doing, but you make sure not to kill the guy.
He then promptly explains that the kids are all they had. Yeah. The kids who don't know what they're doing. Who probably don't know the severity of what's really going down yet. Sometimes you think it would have been better to not play the game. If there was another seadweller out there who could take your place... But that's not what happened. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ yyeeaahh... thhee kiids.
LOFORA: ✯ buut ii'm aaskiin yy∞uu ff∞r hheelp riighht n∞w, maan.
LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't ffuuckiin d∞ thhiis ∞n myy ∞wn.
LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't shh∞vee thhiis shhiit ∞n caaeegaar.
You pause, catching a breath. You want to stop crying, but you just fucking can't. That infuriates you. It makes you hold him closer. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu'ree n∞t stuupiid, yy∞uu pr∞baablyy kn∞w whhaat ii'm aaskiing riighht n∞w.
LOFORA: ✯ pleeaasee, juust...
LOFORA: ✯ bee thheeree ff∞r mee.
LOFORA: ✯ aalwaayys.
LOFORA: ✯ aand ii'll bee thheeree ff∞r yy∞uu.
You can't bring yourself to say the m-word. Moirail. You fucking hate the whole stupid process, and you hate even more having to be the one to say it. But it needs to be said, and you said it well enough. [/center] |
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jun 27, 2012 4:38:22 GMT -6
==>: PP: Have an internal thermonuclear reaction.
Derp. How do you moirail? [/center] He nodded, his dark eyes staring into hers. The shimmering blue seemed to glower- cold fire within the darkness. Baltyr always talked like nothing mattered but behind his eyes countless calculations and processes ran endlessly. If anything, providing and prioritizing his attention between everything that was going on was pointless- that was why he didn't care. The powder keg was about to explode and he felt he could do nothing about that. Nothing but interact with the couple of trolls who didn't scream death threats and a handful of humans, most of them being ridiculously lacking in the intellect department. But this was different. Why the fuck was it dragging on him so much to see her hurting?
And why the fuck was he so hesitant? Why was it such a big deal? He was the fucking king of this moirail shit- unless... the feeling before wasn't that of moiraillegiance, but of something much different.
BALTYR: ill ße y0ur m0irail
As soon as the words left his lips his aura froze, and even though Lofora couldn't feel the fear that was so static around him he felt his cheeks darken as blood flushed through him. Of course this is what she wanted- and what he wanted. Why was he so fucking embarrassed about it? If Caegar could build a fucking army of lovers why couldn't he get one passive gig going? The amount of fucks he was letting off inside of his head was beginning to give him a headache. He pushed down on his heart, attempting to flee from the emotion, to push it away. His heart pushed back. It made him falter and as quickly as the embarrassment had frozen him, it disappeared. He felt fear now, but it was slowly disappearing as Lofora held him. Always be there for me? He couldn't smile or frown- indifference seemed to be all he was capable of nowadays. But he let her hold him.
BALTYR: i will ße there t0 calm y0u d0wn
BALTYR: y0ur safe haven y0
BALTYR: the safest fucking place this side 0f pr0spit
BALTYR: my hive is y0ur hive
BALTYR: its like a fucking sleep0ver pajama party
BALTYR: where y0u calm d0wn and ße c00l
BALTYR: and i d0 whatever the fuck i d0 that i d0nt realize i d0
BALTYR: the main thing is--->
BALTYR:
BALTYR: if shit is g0ing d0wn y0u c0me t0 me
BALTYR: whether it ße slaier 0r caegar 0r anguis
BALTYR: 0r wh0ever the fuck y0u seem t0 ße smelling like lately
BALTYR: ßy the way y0u smell like slaier caegar and ßy extensi0n ang
BALTYR: ßut yeah real deal d0nt get int0 any fucking fights
BALTYR: with any 0f them
BALTYR: ßecause tw0 0utta three is ßatshit killer highßl00d
BALTYR: and they all seemed t0 ße intertwined
BALTYR: and y0u als0 smell like h0t tuß
BALTYR: that smells zetta fucking relaxing.
The blue-blooded troll sighed. Was that the right thing to say?
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Post by lofora on Jun 27, 2012 11:53:32 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Be happy.
You could say that this was the first time you've been genuinely happy in a long, long time. But you couldn't, because you're still just a little bit buzzed. You can't remember a time when you've been happy without buzzing at least a little. He says the dreaded "m" word. Moirail. You're now moirails with Baltyr. You choke out some words.
[/center] You don't sense a hint of faltering in Baltyr. You're too preoccupied turning tears of anguish and fright into tears of happiness. Someone is going to help you.
The whole "smelling like" other trolls was actually a bit odd, but you could see why you did so you just roll with it. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ naahh, ffiighhtiing iisn't mee.
LOFORA: ✯ n∞t g∞nnaa liiee, maayybee veerbaal ∞n ∞ccaasii∞n, buut phhyysiicaal iis aa meeaan n∞-g∞.
You let out a small laugh and bring yourself back. You still haven't located your domepiece, but that will come later. You smell like hot tub? Damn right you do. Wait, hot tub has a smell? Okay, whatever. You look into Baltyr's eyes, a small smile forming on your face. You wipe away some of the tears. You're getting better. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ ffuuck yyeeaahh, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ ii hhaavee aa p∞rtaablee ∞nee.
LOFORA: ✯ ffiits, liikee, ff∞uur ∞r s∞mee shhiit.
LOFORA: ✯ seeaadweelleers g∞ttaa staayy hhyydraateed, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ slaaiieer hhaas aa shh∞weer 'cuuz hhee's aa ffuuckiin l∞seer, buut ii hhyydraatee iin styylee.
LOFORA: ✯ iiff yy∞uu eeveer waannaa giivee iit aa tryy, aask aand yy∞uu shhaall reeceeiivee. liiteeraallyy whheeneeveer.
LOFORA: ✯ aals∞ saamee g∞ees ff∞r yy∞uu, iiff yy∞uu eeveer ffeeeel iimpeendiing d∞mee-l∞ss, ii'm yy∞uur chhiick.
Right now, you just smile and look at him. You're so, so glad how this all turned out. You hope he knows it, somehow, because you're not quite sure at the moment how to put that into words. [/center] |
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jun 28, 2012 3:46:07 GMT -6
==>: PP: Be broken.
This was the right thing to do for both of them. [/center] His hands went to her face as he wiped away the tears she missed. Baltyr closed his eyes and pulled himself up from the floor. He stared around at the cacti, not with his eyes, but with his nose. Sure enough, they didn't smell right at all. It was the cacti. Whatever they did, they seemed to inebriate the drinker. He didn't really care but it wasn't helping Lofora to constantly drown her sorrows in mind-bending cactus juice. He sighed internally. Damn he sucked as a moirail. But he did his best to clean up the area. He began to pick them up tenderly to avoid hurting himself. By submitting surface area evenly the pins wouldn't stick into his hand- the bed of nails trick.
He paused, shivering, and fell to his knees, his shoulders sagging.
BALTYR: I don't feel like me anymore.
Nothing was simple anymore. Offshoot timelines, dead dreamselves, horrorterrors whispering to him in his sleep- They were abandoned, playing hide and seek with an enigmatic demon from another universe bent on their destruction. And he had lost his moirail two times now. He was the only one he knew of that prototyped twice- he'd never really paid any attention to the other trolls' feats during the session. To be honest, he didn't give a shit about the game in general. It was a means for him to escape the doomed world they lived in and begin anew. I mean for fuck's sake, wasn't it obvious?! A planet at the pinnacle of its existence, their technological feats streamlined and constantly improving- Earth was theirs. It was their home, where they were meant to live. Not as gods, but as people.
But he fucked up. They didn't find the final frog. And made a bullshit throwaway universe that came back to bite them in the ass. Not to mention the race on it was now receiving a chance to make their own universe. That's why Baltyr was planning something different- and he wasn't sure how many others would be able to make it with him. Already Hearts were beginning to frenzy on the meteor. Only recently Slaier and Caegar flipped the fuck out at each other over who knows fucking what- he felt it. Felt the rage clashing. He was beginning to fear the meteor itself- a hiding place that was ready to implode at any moment. How many of them had reached God Tier? What would happen when they clashed? This meteor wasn't built for battle- Jack would be on them in an instant.
And what was he doing?
Being pathetic and moody- getting involved as a moirail to a person who was often by Caegar's side. She was pretty much the worst at causing people emotional trauma. He took a deep breath and sighed. This wasn't like him at all.
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Post by lofora on Jun 28, 2012 10:33:50 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Reverse role.
You slowly get yourself to your feet as Baltyr begins cleaning up your mess. You take a few that you know are empty. You've long since gotten used to picking up cacti. You know exactly where to put your hands. And if that doesn't work, you know you can pluck off the spines near the bottom. But Baltyr seems to be handling it fine.
Or, you think he does, until he falls to his knees.
[/center] It takes a lot for you to raise your voice even a little bit. During your rant you did. During your other rants you did, too. But never before that, to your memory. You did just then. You're concerned. You rush to his side and get on your knees as well, draping an arm over his shoulder and, with your other hand, holding his hand. [/center] You don't ask what's wrong. You don't ask why he fell. You know you didn't, and didn't on purpose, because the only message you want to get through is that you're here for him, and that entails every question Lofora could want an answer for.
You've stopped crying. You think it probably ended when Baltyr wiped away the rest of your tears. You feel at least a little bit in control, at this point. In control enough. You give his hand a gentle squeeze. You're probably the worst moirail out there in terms of taking care of someone else, but damnit you're going to try. [/center] |
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jul 1, 2012 21:13:41 GMT -6
==>: PP: Get A Message.
The handheld computer in your jacket vibrates. [/center] He felt Lofora's had squeeze his own and felt her soothing presence take effect. He didn't understand the powers of moirallegiance but he did know one thing: It was powerful. Moirails were able to do more than just pacify. The closest, perfect moirails were able to channel energies between them in the legends- muse, thoughts, anything; they were perfectly in sync with each other. He didn't know if he could be anything like that, but he knew he could do one thing.
BALTYR: l0 d0 y0u enj0y art?
His aura began to stabilize as his heart did and he stood up, meeting Lofora's gaze.
BALTYR: we sh0uld create s0mething
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Post by lofora on Jul 1, 2012 21:27:24 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Not see that coming.
You calmed him down. Or something. Regardless, he was okay again. You did that. You did that. You feel really, really good right now. Especially since he asked if you like art.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ shhiit yyeeaahh, aart iis liiteeraallyy mee, naawmsaayyiin?
Perhaps you're exaggerating a bit. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ duudeer, ffuuck yyeeaahh, m∞iiraaiil aart paartyy.
LOFORA: ✯ s∞uunds liikee, leegiit, thhee beest tiimee. reeaal taalk, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ whhaat's yy∞uur meethh∞d ∞ff creeaatii∞n, s∞ t∞ speeaak?
You're not sure if you could remember knowing something like that before. Baltyr and his art... Maybe, actually. Sounds sort of familiar. Or were you being weird again? Probably. Regardless, you're glad that you've found something to do with Baltyr when you two weren't losing your domepieces. The fact that it has to do with art makes things even better. [/center] |
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jul 7, 2012 23:16:42 GMT -6
==>: PP: Check Your Phone.
A human on Pesterchum... [/center] He sat in the center of the room, looking at the screen of his phone. His dark eyes were unreadable. His aura smouldered comfortably. These Kids... He severely disliked how they were so friendly. But he was comfortable with them. It was like, they were so easy to talk to, unlike his troll friends. The quadrant craziness kicking up in here was ridiculous. He felt so over dramatic about it all...
BALTYR: what are y0ur th0ughts 0n the humans?
It was important. They were important. He didn't think so at first but it was becoming so obvious now.
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Post by lofora on Jul 7, 2012 23:48:56 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Switch gears.
Because that's what you do. He doesn't tell you what he does to create. He completely shifts gears and checks his phone. You sigh. You also scamper over right next to Baltyr and try to steal a look at his phone.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ii thhiink yy∞uu shh∞uuld geet aa l∞ngeer aatteentii∞n spaan.
You grin. A joke. To lighten the mood that doesn't exactly need to be lightened much at this point. Still, you can't help but feel he's brushing off something. Oh wait. He's Baltyr. He brushes off everything. Failow would love him. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ thheeyy'ree c∞∞l.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'vee g∞tteen t∞ taalk t∞ aa c∞uuplee.
LOFORA: ✯ thhee caalii hhuumaan seeeems neeaat.
LOFORA: ✯ aand shhee kn∞ws whhaat shhee's d∞iing.
You hope it's not just a fluke. They need someone to lead them. [/center] |
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