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Post by vio on Jul 10, 2012 18:20:03 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Greet the tealblood.
You can hardly believe you're about to spend time with a motherfucking TEALBLOOD.
But, desperate times.
You hammer on the door to Veraxe's hive.
CAEGAR: v Open the motherfuck up, tealblood. v |
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Post by veraxe on Jul 10, 2012 18:39:23 GMT -6
==> Veraxe: Let her in
You walk up behind Caegar and open the door. You gesture towards your room with your PATENTED 5X DASHING SPY LOPSIDED SMILE. [/center] VERAXE: Sarcastic awe: After you, most highest of bloods.
VERAXE: Gentle barb: Or, rather, highest of us landdwellers, anyhow.
VERAXE: Openly blasphemous: All hail before the fishkings, after all.
You are having ENTIRELY TOO MUCH FUN at this.
Really, you should've interacted with these trolls ages ago.
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Post by vio on Jul 10, 2012 18:53:57 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Take her shit.
Hell fucking no.
CAEGAR: v FUCK YOU v
CAEGAR: v I'M NOT HERE TO TAKE SHIT FROM YOU v
You barge into Veraxe's room.
CAEGAR: v So. v
CAEGAR: v How are we doing this? v |
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Post by veraxe on Jul 10, 2012 18:57:42 GMT -6
==> Veraxe: Be put in your place
You chuckle and follow her into your room. If you'd known she was going to be this entertaining, you'd have done this years ago. [/center] VERAXE: Genuine suggestion: Well, I've been recently perusing the adventures of HUMAN JAMES BOND.
VERAXE: Admiring appraisal: He is very nearly as interesting and dashing as TROLL JAMES BOND.
VERAXE: Disappointed addendum: Though he doesn't have any horns at all.
Your own horns are damn magnificent and sexy, and you know it. It is just another of a long list of things you have in common with the incomparable TROLL JAMES BOND, to whom you have a small shrine in the back of your room.
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Post by vio on Jul 10, 2012 19:06:32 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Hang out.
You are very bad at this.
It's imperative that you not reveal this to the tealblood.
Oh who are you kidding she's laughing at you already
CAEGAR: v Fine. What the fuck ever. v
CAEGAR: v So how does this shit work? v |
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Post by veraxe on Jul 10, 2012 19:28:57 GMT -6
==> Veraxe: Observe niceties
You give a curt nod of your head while your lips curl into a sardonic grin, shutting your door lightly and approaching your HIGHLY ADVANCED AND EXPERTLY CUSTOMIZED AUDIOVISUAL NARRATIVE VIEWING APPARATUSCREEN. You insert your HIGHLY CUSTOMIZED MULTIPURPOSE INFOGRUB into the DATA ACCEPTANCE PORT. [/center] VERAXE: Honest suggestion: If you're new to the adventures of James Bonds Troll or Human, I'd recommend we watch the Human James Bond film Casino Royale.
VERAXE: Eager anticipation: I have been enjoying the adventures of Human James Bond.
VERAXE: Strategic gambit: And I think it best to be as informed about these humans as possible.
VERAXE: Casual revelation: Do you know that human technology short-circuits when it comes into contact with liquid?
VERAXE: Cold observation: It would be easy to disrupt their communications and computational equipment, given such.
VERAXE: Excited turnabout: But Human James Bond is a rarely competent human, I admit.
VERAXE: Lewd comment: And despite his lack of horns and abnormally bright skin, his various incarnations are suitably attractive.
You WISTFULLY DREAM of James Bonds both TROLL AND HUMAN.
MAN you'd love to jump their bones. Human James Bond seems like he EXCHANGES GENETIC MATERIAL like a tiger.
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Post by vio on Jul 10, 2012 19:44:37 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Don't buy it.
You never even considered buying it.
You sit down on a handy BENCH.
CAEGAR: v Sure. What the fuck. Hit me. v
CAEGAR: v Blow my motherfucking think pan wide open, wicked sister. v
A quick trip into your CATALOGUE MODUS leaves you with a bag of crunchy GRUBFLAKES and a FAYGO. You usually reserve what FAYGO you have left for CEREMONIAL PURPOSES, but by the fetid corpse of dead Troll God are you going to need one for this. |
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Post by veraxe on Jul 11, 2012 16:37:38 GMT -6
==> Veraxe: Engage charm
The unfortunate truth is that your UNDENIABLE AND OVERWHELMING CHARM is something you are NOT IN FULL CONTROL OF. you are not responsible for the POOR MISGUIDED SOULS TRAPPED IN THE HEADLIGHTS OF THE WILDLY CAREENING CAR THAT IS YOUR SHEER ANIMAL MAGNETISM.
You CASUALLY SIT ON THE BENCH and lounge on it, crossing one leg over the other and casually reaching out with one arm and resting it on the back of the bench, lightly touching Caegar's shoulder with easy and frankly unintentional intimacy. You grab the remote and flick on the APPARATUSCREEN with all the SMOOTH COOL of a REPEAT PRACTITIONER. A MIGHTY ROARBEAST GREETS YOU as the EXCELLENT HUMAN AUDIOVISUAL NARRATIVE DISPLAY BEGINS.
There is no end to how much you love this shit. [/center] VERAXE: Excited chatter: Sweet merciful bloodstained trolls I love this movie so much.
VERAXE: Overjoyed observation: The first part of the movie is in black and white and Human Daniel Craig almost looks like a troll.
VERAXE: Open lusting: Man can you imagine a pair of horns on that sexy spybeast.
It occurs to you that Caegar will probably have a hemospectrum fit over this.
You GRIN LIKE A LAZY SHARK.
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Post by vio on Jul 11, 2012 17:58:09 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Grumble
What Veraxe just said is blatant HERESY and TREASON.
But you've spent the entire time since losing the game CONSTANTLY ENRAGED. You are almost COMPLETELY BURNT OUT.
Veraxe's heresy BARELY REGISTERS.
It doesn't help that the opening cut reminds you of your LUSUS.
What the hell kind of film has a title like Casino Royale anyway? It's only two motherfucking words. What the fuck. [/center] CAEGAR: v Humans don't have the right motherfucking teeth. v
CAEGAR: v It's like they're part motherfucking udderbeast, nawmsaying? v
CAEGAR: v Digusting. v
You casually lean into Veraxe, crunching on some grubflakes. |
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Post by veraxe on Jul 11, 2012 18:07:16 GMT -6
==> Veraxe: Enjoy film
You DO.
The other girl might as well not be there, safe for her speaking. You casually slip a few grubflakes from her bag and pop them in your mouth. Tasty. You laugh when Caegar criticizes Human James Bond's teeth--well, human teeth in general--and look at her, baring your own set of razor sharp fangs with a sleepy, easy grin. [/center] VERAXE: Wry retort: Well, I never said the human was perfect.
VERAXE: Cocky one-liner: That honour goes to me.
VERAXE: Gentle nudge: C'mon, you have to admit that the human's at the very least got style.
VERAXE: Open admiration: I mean, breaking into his boss' home like that?
VERAXE: Continued enthusiasm: That CAVALIER DISREGARD FOR AUTHORITY just makes my skin crawl.
You WIGGLE YOUR EYEBROWS AT CAEGAR, having a bit too much fun with teasing her. She's just kinda easy to get going; although, on the other hand, so is EVERYONE on this asteroid. You look back at the movie, wishing you had something with alcohol in it, but the supplies on the asteroid are limited and you don't want to waste what little you have.
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Post by vio on Jul 11, 2012 19:10:36 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Grudgingly enjoy film.
You'll admit that you do tense up with interest whenever the Bond human goes murdering.
And the relationship between the Bond human and the Vesper human is a passable facsimile of turbulent troll romance.
And Veraxe really does have great teeth. [/center] CAEGAR: v An Alternian espionagent would have been culled motherfucking sweeps ago. v
You gulp down half the Faygo at once.
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Post by veraxe on Jul 11, 2012 19:16:33 GMT -6
==> Veraxe: Audibly snort
You DO.
This girl knows next to nothing about espionagents OR badassassins.
SUCH AS YOURSELF. [/center] VERAXE: Dark suggestion: The Alternian espionagent who can't survive a few culling attempts per lunar cycle isn't worth having.
VERAXE: Disgusted elaboration: If a badassassin gets caught by one of you zealots--er, no offence--then they deserve whatever grisly fatepit they find themselves writhing in.
You think back to the GOOD OLD DAYS, when HIS HONOURABLE TYRANNY would hatch DAILY MURDERPLOTS and you would RESPOND IN KIND. Ah, that had been bliss.
How were you supposed to expect the old crustaceous bastard would go and let you kill him?
You lapse into a moody silence, though the only mood evident on your face is COOL DISINTEREST.
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