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Post by rally on Jul 8, 2012 20:17:14 GMT -6
==> Strern: Locate The Highblood.
Sitting in the corner of the meteor's main hub, you wish you were someplace else. Any place else. Surrounded by the lowbloods and their incessant talking, their stupid questions and their miserable damn stench, you grit your teeth and, not for the first time, curse ever being stuck with this disgusting bunch.
You're a blue blood, you're not suppose to be stuck with this type of filth. You're stuck a team named after the very lowest caste, even this game has painted you in their disgusting colour. Messing around with time is awesome enough but still, it's barely worth the humiliation of having to wear those damn rags.
Growling to yourself, you angrily click out of trollian and force power-down your husktop. You have to get out of here, or you're going to snap.
With a huff, you abscond from the scene, transportalizing your way down to a quieter, more private area of the meteor. You're in the middle of some sort of strange upset stomping fit as you walk down the hall when you suddenly catch a scent. A wonderful scent.
The highblood.
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Post by lofora on Jul 8, 2012 20:39:39 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Be the highblood.
If there is one thing you do, it is that because if you didn't do that you wouldn't exactly be alive?
Regardless, you are the highblood. It is you. You aren't the highest blood, but if Slaier died then you would be. And there's another reason you really hope Slaier doesn't die. Real talk.
You hear a bunch of stomping. What the fuck? Someone's having a bad day. You poke your head out of the room you're currently in and see Strern. Looking positively something.
[/center] BS: ✯ yy∞, shhiit yy∞uu d∞iin, duudeer?
BS: ✯ yy∞uu'ree g∞nnaa weeaar ∞uut yy∞uur ffeeeet aand shhiit.
BS: ✯ reeaal taalk.
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Post by rally on Jul 8, 2012 21:06:00 GMT -6
==> Strern: Calm Yourself.
When the sea-dweller peeks out and sees you throwing yourself such a dramatic pity party, your ticker damn near skips a beat. You feel the rush of heat as your cheeks flush a deep blue of embarrassment, of surprise, and you hurriedly try to pretend like you weren't just taking out your anger on the floor like some peasant wriggler. Scuffing a boot along the floor, you grit your teeth before letting your arms uncross with a sigh and shuffling over a little closer, trying to seem a little less awkward. It doesn't work. Not at all.
SA: h-highblood1
SA: excuse my,
SA: err...
SA: outburst.
SA: i didn't realize
SA: you were
SA: near
SA: or i would have
SA: never engaged
SA: in such an
SA: inappropriate
SA: display...
You hurriedly decide you're going to change the subject, that this isn't really something you should be discussing with such a brilliant creature as the highblood.
SA: what
SA: are you doing
SA: down here all alone,
SA: anyways/
SA: there could be
SA: lowbloods
SA: around and you
SA: would be
SA: unprotected
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Post by lofora on Jul 8, 2012 21:16:33 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Head tilt.Now this dude is sketchy. Sketchball. Sketchbomb. He does a bunch of awkward things and you just kind of stand there and watch it. Oh wow. You're actually kind of happy. Someone else is awkward! It's difficult being an awkward troll, you know. But you feel like he probably isn't that awkward actually and you're just being too optimistic about it. [/size][/justify][/blockquote] You notice he changes the subject and all you want to do is thank him. You think what he changed it to is kind of weird, though. LOFORA: ✯ ii'm juust chhiilliin.
LOFORA: ✯ ii d∞n't reeaallyy thhiink aanyy l∞wbl∞∞ds aaree g∞nnaa hhuurt mee, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ ii'll bee ffiinee.
LOFORA: ✯ deeff.
LOFORA: ✯ buut uuhh, ii guueess iiff yy∞uu waant t∞ pr∞teect mee.
LOFORA: ✯ wee c∞uuld chhiill ff∞r aa biit?
You hope it's not too awkward. [/font][/center] |
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Post by rally on Jul 10, 2012 0:50:50 GMT -6
==> Strern: Stop being awkward.
Well, that was awkward. But hey, atleast you didn't get shot down completely. Even though you haven't foreseen any danger to any of the highbloods, you still feel a little uneasy just knowing they're around here unprotected somewhere. Just being here with one of the sea-dwellers, it's a damn privilage.
Those tablets you'd found in the lower reaches of your hive, your ancestor had described how the sea-dwellers smelled, but she'd missed so much. It was a delicate balance, the strength and the sweetness of the scent, and you could tell there was something chemical mixed with it. She'd never written about anything like that in the tablets...
You don't realize it, but you're blushing.
You're blushing so bright.
Damn it, keep it together. It's just a smell, get over it. You take a deep breath, a pretty poor attempt to clear your nose of the scent, and flash the highblood a genuine smile. Well, maybe it was a little toothy... but you doubt she cares too much. You just try to relax, try to calm yourself down a little. Let out all the awkward.
SA: s-sure1
SA: i could...
SA: i could chill
SA: for a bit,
SA: as long as you're
SA: cool with that
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Post by lofora on Jul 10, 2012 11:08:42 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Almost regret it.
You almost do. But you try not to regret things. Which, of course, fails most of the time. But for instances as petty as this? Regretting this would just be foolish.
But he's blushing. Jegus fuck it better be a highblood thing or else you're going to royally flip your shit, pun completely intended. He smiles and continues to be awkward. In response you flash a thumbs up. If he can't kill the awkward, then fuck it, you're going to. And hope he doesn't have any sorts of feelings for you, because you're taken in just about every sense of the word.
LOFORA: ✯ w∞uuld ii hhaavee ∞ffffeereed iiff iit waasn't c∞∞l wiithh mee?
LOFORA: ✯ beesiidees, eeveeryythhiing's c∞∞l wiithh mee.
LOFORA: ✯ c'm∞n, duudeer.
You head inside the room, coming to the stunning conclusion that you have no idea what you're going to do. Uh. Shit. That might be a thing that throws a wrench into the gears of your plans or whatever. Wait, you didn't have plans. Fuck, now where is that wrench going? You hope, you hope and hope and hope that Strern has interests. [/center] |
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Post by rally on Jul 13, 2012 14:02:37 GMT -6
==> Strern: Sit. Stay.
You trot along into the other room after the highblood, trying your best to keep your happy puppy-dog grin under control. There's some charred up stuff on the floor and you cock your head a little to the side, casting it a curious glance. Burnt up... paper? Hm. You make a conscious decision to clutch your sketchbook a little closer to your chest. Just the idea of fire being near your drawings... You shudder.
You don't much feel like sitting but you try to relax a little, letting some of the tension out of your shoulders, letting yourself feel a little more comfortable, and feeling your blush slowly dissipate.
SA: thank you
SA: highblood`
SA: this is
SA: where you've made
SA: your respiteblock/
You glance around the room, honestly a little curious. You've just been working to set up a respiteblock of your own and seeing another in a similar state of half-completedness is atleast encouraging.
SA: mine isn't
SA: too far from here
SA: actually...
SA: i thought i heard
SA: caegar
SA: and you
SA: arguing...
SA: or something...
SA: uhh
SA: awhile back...
Unfortunately, it's not until the words have already been said that you sort of add things up for yourself. Wow. Just, wow. How did you not realize that.
SA: i mean
SA: uhh
SA: n-nevermind
SA: forget i
SA: said that
SA: 9ohgog0
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jul 14, 2012 4:04:57 GMT -6
==>: PP: Enter.
You need your moirail. [/center] Baltyr had been going through problems lately. His moirail had really done something to him. He understood that part of the moirail was to pacify, but they held power beyond that. Specifically, Lofora had broken him open in more ways than he wanted. Fuck... He was such a prick now. He'd positively exploded on Alex, and wasn't even all that neutral to Cali. But... What was he supposed to do? Ask her to reverse it? Or maybe just pacify him? He was showing emotions. Motherfucking miracles, as Caegar would say. Now... Could she take the damn spell thing off? And let him chill?
All of this that was happening- the prototyping, green teleporting, radioactivity... He needed to be himself through all of this to help the kids instead of being a fucking douchebag. Well... He helped Alex somewhat. Cali? Not at all. And as for the trolls- he had mostly avoided them. The more he could pretend they didn't exist, the longer he could wait before he had to move. If anything, he was hoping the Kids would make a move before that happened...
He entered her respiteblock.
BALTYR: l0 thr0w me a ß0ne here kay
BALTYR: im having s0me fucking difficulties
BALTYR: that y0u have the p0wer t0 fix
BALTYR: and like uh
BALTYR: als0 s0me fucking c0mpletely plat0nic cuddling
BALTYR: s0unds kind 0f g00d right n0w
BALTYR: mayße a m0vie
BALTYR: i d0nt even fucking kn0-->
He didn't finish his sentence. It was at that moment that he saw Strern. And he was being completely fucking open.
His walls dropped immediately. His grin disappeared, turning into a disinterested scowl. His eyes narrowed. Another blue-blood in the house. His initial thought was that this was going to be a back-stabbing priss party, but he was hoping Strern was cooler than that. Well, he understood that it was like, troll nature or whatever, but he wanted no part of it... Hopefully Strern felt the same.
Wait- the wiggler had a fucking sketchpad. Maybe he wasn't so bad.
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Post by lofora on Jul 14, 2012 10:56:55 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Examine life decisions.
Everything is awful, and there is currently nothing in this world you enjoy. You and Caegar don't argue. What he heard was probably not arguing. You flush violet and cross your arms, listening as he takes everything back.
LOFORA: ✯ yyees ii wiill, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu neeeed t∞ chhiill thhee ffuuck ∞uut, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ reeaal taalk.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu'ree beeiing thhee skeetchhiieest ffuuck ii'vee eeveer seeeen iin myy liiffee, n∞ ∞ffffeensee.
You hope you let him down gently enough. You make sure your tone isn't angry at all, because you're not mad at him. You're just... Embarrassed, more than anything. Now you know you have to keep it down. Ugh. You'd rather not think about this!
Then Baltyr walks in. Baltyr walks in with a bright, shining light behind him, the wind rippling his clothes and ruffling his hair. None of that actually happens, but he's saving you from the intense awkwardness. Everything he says you want to say yes to, except then Strern is here, being awkward, ruining potential moments. What do you tell him? You decide on nothing. You watch as Baltyr notices Strern and his expression falls. Gog damnit. You could've made some progress. You pause. This is awkward. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ yy∞, hheeyy, guuyys.
LOFORA: ✯ raad ffuuckiin iideeaa, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ leet's aall waatchh aa m∞viiee...
LOFORA: ✯ t∞geethheer.
You grin and nod, the "SWAG" on your pictureshades scrolling to the right at the most appropriate time. You know Strern would be the awkward third wheel, and you kind of feel bad for putting that possibility out there as he was the one to ask to chill with you first. But, hey, you'll talk to him. And eventually, when the movie is done, he'll probably run away freaking out, and you and Baltyr can cuddle for however long he needs. Everyone wins, unless the dudes don't want to watch a movie together, which may, uh, be a thing. [/center] |
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Post by rally on Jul 14, 2012 17:32:55 GMT -6
==> Strern: Abscond.
Oh, you wish you could. That would be great, getting out of here, and you'd do it in barely a single beat of you ticker if you knew it wouldn't make you, one, look like even more of a fucking awkward ass creep and, two, didn't make you seem totally guilty of some "I'm alone with your moirail" sort of crime that Baltyr's gaze seems to be accusing you of. So you stay put, clutching your sketchbook a little closer, hoping neither of the highbloods notice the way your hands are trembling. Taking a slow breath, you manage a smile. Surprisingly, a genuine one.
SA: h-hey, baltyr
SA: sorry
SA: didn't mean to
SA: interrupt you two...
You're just about to motion over your shoulder, smile and politely bow out of the conversation, out of the room, and abscond the fuck away when a movie's suggested. Hm. Running away, you've already decided, is definately not your best option, but maybe staying and just silently hanging out for a little wouldn't be such a bad thing. Hey, and then you'd be able to make alot smoother of an exit, too! You know you'll be the awkward third in this moirail movie jam session but, then again, you're sort of sadly use to that.
SA: yeah a movie
SA: sounds cool
SA: i've never really
SA: watched a movie
SA: with anybody else
SA: before...
You laugh perhaps a little nervously and blush softly. Growing up all alone in the woods didn't really provide that many chances for meaningful social interaction, or anything even really resembling companionship. Needless to say, you had alot of time on your own to watch movies on your husktop, so you could honestly say that the idea of watching in a group... It was appealing, to say the least.
SA: but if you two
SA: want some time
SA: alone
SA: that's cool too
SA: i mean
SA: i could just go sketch
SA: or something
SA: no big deal
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jul 15, 2012 21:46:19 GMT -6
==>: PP: A Fucking Movie?
Fuck yes. [/center] It was going down. Baltyr walked further into the hive, unbuttoning his shirt partially. His bare chest was somewhat visible, and when he stretched it slipped past one arm, revealing a strange scar maiming the skin in the upper left of the left pectoral.
BALTYR: h0ld the fuck up
BALTYR: a m0vie
BALTYR: d00d
BALTYR: it has t0 ße avengers
BALTYR: its human shit
BALTYR: d0pe-ass weird title aside its a g00d m0vie
BALTYR: ive ßeen t0rrenting shit fr0m their side
BALTYR: and i went with the ratings
BALTYR: they have the perfect fucking ßlackr0m ßetween l0ki and th0r
BALTYR: and its even ßetter ßecause they were under the same lusus
BALTYR: fuck yes am i right
BALTYR: saucy shit right there
He kept his cool demeanor and a cruel smile blossomed. He pulled Strern closer into the room, smelling his cobalt blood as he drew closer to Lofora.
BALTYR: n0 w0rries m0f0 y0u can chill with us
BALTYR: we need s0me fresh meat
BALTYR: gettin ß0red 0f slai and caegar
BALTYR: and the fucking l0wßl00ds d0nt like l0
BALTYR: welc0me t0 the pajama party m0tha sucka
BALTYR: the film that y0u are aß0ut t0 see
BALTYR: will ßl0w y0ur mind
BALTYR: real fucking deal y0
From his pocket he pulled out a grub drive and handed it to Lofora, nodding. They were doing it.
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Post by lofora on Jul 15, 2012 22:01:01 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Have the best fucking moirail.
Real talk, though, dude's chill with anything. And he knows what you're saying. Fucking connections, you would say this shit is made of miracles if you hung out more with Caegar. Even though you kinda just did. But you didn't actually, so it's okay.
Avengers? That's it? Damn. But title aside, the movie sounds great.
LOFORA: ✯ ∞hh, w∞rd?
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm d∞wn, shhiit s∞uunds raad.
You laugh a bit at Baltyr's words. He sounds like they're about to inaugurate Strern into a cult or something. You walk over and casually lean into him. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ yy∞, baack uup, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ mee aand ffaaiil∞w aaree t∞taallyy c∞∞l.
LOFORA: ✯ ii thhiink.
LOFORA: ✯ aactuuaallyy.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu kn∞w, pr∞baablyy n∞t, buut whhaat thhee ffuuck eeveer.
LOFORA: ✯ giimmee thhaat.
You snag the drive and give Baltyr a grin before shoving that thing in. You pause. Oh, there it is. You bring it up and it casually begins to not play. You lean back, expecting it to play any second.
You need to hit the start button.
You don't realize the awkwardness of this situation. [/center] |
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Post by rally on Jul 15, 2012 22:45:40 GMT -6
==> Strern: Deep breath.
You try to take a slow breath, to calm yourself down, but it's just then that Baltyr hauls you in close, his arm wrapped up around your shoulders. In your surprise, your calming breath turns into a little yelp, which you manage to quickly cut off. This whole thing might've started out pretty awkward, but now you can't help but smile. Well, grin. Like an idiot. You're with the highbloods, sure you're probably going to fuck something up and ruin all of this somehow, but for now, you're damn near elated.
SA: avengers/
SA: that's the whole title/
SA: sounds cool though
You squirm a little to stand up a little taller under the weight of Baltyr's arm, fangs still bared in a grin. You're just as tall as the blue blood, but definitely nowhere close to as built as he is. Then you hear him sniff. Raising an eyebrow, you laugh, actually managing to relax a little. The highblood has a good sense of smell? Maybe you've actually got something in common after-all. Wouldn't that be a miracle.
What would the highblood say?
Oh, right.
Motherfucking.
Maybe this whole thing won't blow-up, after-all. By the sounds of it, the highbloods actually don't seem to mind too much having you around. Again, a miracle.
Watching Lofora set-up the screen, you slip out from under Baltyr's arm and put your sketchbook down on the floor, nudging it out of the way with your foot before sitting down on the lounger, watching the blank screen patiently for a second before giving the grubdrive player a curious look.
SA: maybe
SA: it's buffering
SA: or something../
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jul 16, 2012 3:58:15 GMT -6
==>: PP: Be Bored
You should have expected this. [/center] You watched your moirail saunter away from the machine and settle beside you. Did she really...? God damnit. These two. So fucking weird. They are so fucking lucky I am here to save the day. He pulled himself from his position and his toe jutted forward in an attempt to hit the play button.
BALTYR: 0kay just g0nna say it
BALTYR: y0u tw0 are ß0th fucking weird as shit
BALTYR: and i wanna watch this fucking m0vie
BALTYR: and l0 y0u can d0 m0irail shit
BALTYR: and strern can d0 c0ßalt-ßl00ded c00l friend shit
BALTYR: and ß0th y0u fuckers can enj0y the ßeauty that is human t0ny stark
BALTYR: and human captain america
BALTYR: the m0st ßeautiful ßlackr0m in human existence that vaccilates red at times
BALTYR: there are a c0uple 0f redr0ms ßut theyre scripted and ß0ring
BALTYR: ßut first and f0rem0st we g0tta get it w0rking
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Post by lofora on Jul 16, 2012 10:53:43 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Hey HEY.
You nod at Strern. That must be what it's doing. However, then, Baltyr starts messing with things. You frown. It's gonna play eventually, right?
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞ yy∞ yy∞ whhaat aaree yy∞uu d∞iing?
LOFORA: ✯ duudeer yy∞uu'ree g∞nnaa ffuuck iit uup.
LOFORA: ✯ d∞n't uusee yy∞uur ffeeeet bruuhh uusee yy∞uur hhaands jeeguus.
LOFORA: ✯ n∞ n∞t- yy∞uu'ree n∞t d∞iing- yy∞uu'ree n∞t g∞nnaa-
LOFORA: ✯ liisteen duudeer ii caan juust geet iit iiff- ∞hh.
Wait shit then he gets it to work.
You're just going to casually leave the technological shit to Baltyr from now on, real talk. You clear your throat a bit, scooting yourself under Baltyr's arm. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ myy sp∞t.
LOFORA: ✯ nyyeehh, myy naamee's baaltyyr aand ii kn∞w hh∞w t∞ uusee teechhn∞l∞gyy beecaauusee ii'm s∞ smaart aand shhiit.
Still, you lazily wrap your arms around him because gog damn if he isn't great for cuddling. [/center] |
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