|
Post by lofora on Jul 28, 2012 12:40:44 GMT -6
==> Lofora: FLIP OUT.
You already have. Anguis ruined everything. You're hoping, praying, that Caegar won't find out.
She will.
You fucking know this.
It's only a matter of time before she asks you if it's real, or whatever the fuck she wants to do in response to this situation. Anguis fucked up. You acknowledge that. But you kissed her too. You fucked up worse. You don't hate. But she took away everything.
Everything has been blurry for quite some time now. You staggered your way into a hall and threw yourself onto the ground. You're now on your knees, facing the wall. You headbutt it again. A bit of violet blood trickles down your forehead. You pause a moment, placing yourself on the meteor. Someone will find you eventually. You hope it isn't Caegar, or Anguis. You hit your head against the wall again. More blood. It streaks your face. You don't understand what you did to deserve all this, but your world doesn't care. Your life is crumbling before you, and you were supposed to be the one who knows all about life. The rogue of life. You aren't even god tier, you're a disgrace to trolls and a disgrace to your team, your friends, your love. You don't even know if you hate Anguis like that.
You hit the wall again. A few drops of blood hit the floor. The wall now has a blotch of your own violet blood where your forehead made contact with the wall. You feel lightheaded, dizzy almost. You let yourself fall a bit, leaning on your right arm, staring at your blood. You feel the warmth on your face, and a bit stains your shirt.
You're alone.
So utterly alone.
Worthless.
You slam your head against the wall and drag your nails down the wall, pressing your head into it as if it will give way.
|
|
|
Post by slayer on Jul 28, 2012 16:48:30 GMT -6
==> SI: Dance party! [/size][/b] Already on it! You have literally been dancing for hours, you're pretty sure you haven't stopped since your little adventure with Strern. Everything is good, you've got new friends now and you've managed to claw your way out of the dark place you were in. Normally this would be amazing if there weren't some persistent beating sound somewhere in the distance. You feel like it is probably some left over monster from before your group got here, not really something you couldn't handle on your own.
Eventually you happen upon the source of the noise. It goes without saying that the sight of one of your friends beating their head against a wall is no cause for dancing. What's more it's Lofora. You feel like this is going to take more troll duct tape than exists to fix.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Lofora? SLAIER: Are you alright? SLAIER: Uh...stupid question, you're obviously not alright. SLAIER: What happened, bro? SLAIER: Are you hurt? SLAIER: Ah. I'm winning at the stupid question troll olympics, aren't I? [/spoiler]
|
|
|
Post by lofora on Jul 28, 2012 17:11:23 GMT -6
==> Lofora: DENOUNCE BULLSHIT.
Slaier. He begins to talk. Or, more appropriately, ramble. You can only recognize him from his voice and the asymmetric blur on top of his head. You stand up, slowly and shakily, a bit of your blood forming little blots on your shirt. You look right into where you believe his eyes are, knowing that this message will get itself across.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ YYEEAAHH, IIT'S AA STUUPIID QUUEESTII∞N.
You call The Delta Defender, your only remaining cactus, and slam it into the opposite wall. It cracks.
LOFORA: ✯ IIT'S AA REEAALLYY STUUPIID QUUEESTII∞N, EESPEECIIAALLYY WHHEEN YY∞UU'REE TAALKIING T∞ S∞MEE∞NEE WHH∞SEE LIIFFEE IIS RUUIINEED.
You smash the wall again, causing the crack to grow. You then decide to explain. You can trust Slaier as far as you can throw him, and you believe you can throw him reasonably far.
LOFORA: ✯ aanguuiis DEESTR∞YYEED MYY FFUUCKIING CAACTII. LOFORA: ✯ aand KIISSEED MEE. LOFORA: ✯ iin ∞NEE FFEELL FFUUCKIING SW∞∞P II L∞ST MYY MAATEESPRIIT AAND GAAIINEED C∞NSTAANT PAAIIN. LOFORA: ✯ HHAAVEE YY∞UU EEVEER FFEELT LIIKEE YY∞UU'REE ∞N FFIIREE, BEEIING RIIPPEED AAPAART, BEEIING STAABBEED AAND BEEIING CRUUSHHEED AAT THHEE SAAMEE TIIMEE? LOFORA: ✯ THHEEN WEELC∞MEE T∞ MYY M∞THHEERFFUUCKIING LIIFFEE, SLAAIIEER.
This time you make sure you go right through the fucking wall. And you do. Then the pounding migraine you've had decides to rear its ugly head once more and your face contorts before you fall to your knees. It occurs to you that when you're not incapacitated with pain, you're swinging around your cactus and destroying shit.
As you damn well have every motherfucking right to do.
|
|
|
Post by slayer on Jul 28, 2012 20:38:59 GMT -6
==> SI: Console [/size][/b] You just know that this doesn't end well. You're not entirely sure how to handle this situation. Here Lofora is, feeling sorry for herself because of some perceived loss. You know her pain, of course you do, the only difference is that her matesprit is still alive to reconcile with. You decide not to bring that up, you did enough to bring her down the last two times you opened your dumkass mouth. This time you run damage control, you say as little as fucking possible, that's the plan.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: You've heard every lecture I can give you about loss and pain, Lofora. SLAIER: You know exactly what I have to say. SLAIER: Just tell me what you need from me, anything you want, anything at all. [/spoiler] You consider releasing your aspect to calm her, but that would only make her angrier given the situation. All you can do is talk her down.
[/justify][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lofora on Jul 28, 2012 21:01:24 GMT -6
==> Lofora: SCREAM.
You don't. You just continue to stare at him.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ii waant yy∞uu t∞ FFUUCKIING KIILL AANGUUIIS. LOFORA: ✯ ∞r. LOFORA: ✯ shhiit. LOFORA: ✯ II D∞N'T FFUUCKIING KN∞W. LOFORA: ✯ D∞N'T KIILL AANGUUIIS. LOFORA: ✯ juust. LOFORA: ✯ II D∞N'T KN∞W, FFIIND BAALTYYR ∞R CAAEEGAAR ∞R FFUUCKIING AANYY∞NEE BUUT AANGUUIIS. LOFORA: ✯ N∞ N∞T CAAEEGAAR, II'VEE D∞NEE EEN∞UUGHH T∞ HHEER AALREEAADYY. LOFORA: ✯ FFIIND AA CAACTUUS FF∞R MEE MAAYYBEE. LOFORA: ✯ FFUUCKIING AANYYTHHIING T∞ KIILL THHEE PAAIIN.
You fall onto your side and pain is all you know. You curl your hand into a fist and begin pounding the ground until your hand is as bloody as your face. For a moment, you forget about the pain over the rest of your body and are able to focus on your hand only. But that doesn't last long. You can feel your powers writhing within you, wanting to give the pain as you've taken and given in the past. You want to cry, at least that might let out some of the pain, but you can't.
|
|
|
Post by slayer on Jul 28, 2012 21:07:24 GMT -6
==> SI: Make an offer [/size][/b] You have an idea. As usual, it's a bad one. You take Lofora's hand in yours, as you expected, it makes you feel like you're being flayed alive. You can a lot of things, you can kill, you can destroy, and you can cause pain, but you've never felt it except for that one time.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: No one is going to die, Lofora. SLAIER: I want you to stop hurting yourself. SLAIER: If you have to hit something, hit me, hurt me. SLAIER: I can take as much as I give... I can do that much at least. SLAIER: I wont force anything on you, but I AM the Prince of Rage. You know I can do one other thing for you. But not without your permission. [/spoiler]
|
|
|
Post by lofora on Jul 28, 2012 21:14:44 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Be surprised.
He grabs your hand. You look at him, pleading with your eyes to get him to stop. The relief is there, but not total. You hurt significantly less. But you're appalled by his offer. Appalled and slightly relieved.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ slaaiieer, n∞. LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't d∞ thhaat. LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't briing m∞ree ffuuckiing paaiin ∞n tr∞lls whh∞ d∞n't deeseervee iit. LOFORA: ✯ shhiit, thhaat's aall ii ffuuckiing d∞, iisn't iit? LOFORA: ✯ m∞thheerffuuck. leet g∞, slaaiieer. LOFORA: ✯ N∞NEE ∞FF YY∞UUR PRIINCEE ∞FF RAAGEE SHHIIT IIS G∞IING T∞ HHEELP MEE N∞W. LOFORA: ✯ THHIIS IISN'T HH∞W II'M SUUPP∞SEED T∞ UUSEE MYY P∞WEERS. LOFORA: ✯ II'M RUUIINIING LIIVEES, HHUURTIING PEE∞PLEE.
You wish he kept walking and never paid you any heed. You attempt to break free of his grasp.
|
|
|
Post by slayer on Jul 28, 2012 21:34:18 GMT -6
==> SI: Refuse [/size][/b] Apparently she's completely unaware of the considerable strength tyrian blooded trolls have. You increase the pressure on her hand, unlike other weapons scythes don't have grip, one has to have a substantial strength to keep hold of the shaft without slipping. You've mastered underwater fighting with a weapon that has no business being used underwater, it has made you quite proficient in holding things for long periods of time.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: NO. SLAIER: You told me, not too long ago, that I was only good for one thing. Killing. SLAIER: But that I had to change that shit, fast. SLAIER: I listened to every word you said, I took your advice. SLAIER: But, I want you to know that I'm not doing this because I believe you owe it to me to listen. SLAIER: You're my fucking friend you fucker! SLAIER: That is ALL the reason I need to share your pain! SLAIER: Do you know how much it hurts? For the ones who care about you to see you in so much rage and sorrow? SLAIER: Physical pain is meaningless to me, give it all to me, I don't care. SLAIER: If it makes it easier for your heart to heal, then I'll take it all! [/spoiler]
|
|
|
Post by lofora on Jul 28, 2012 21:41:15 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Critical error.
So you start entertaining thoughts you really have no reason to entertain.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ whh∞ ffuuckiing caarees aab∞uut mee, yy∞uu aand baaltyyr. LOFORA: ✯ TW∞ ∞UUT ∞FF TEEN, FFUUCKIIN SUUPEER. LOFORA: ✯ IIN CAASEE YY∞UU HHAAVEEN'T N∞TIICEED, II'M ∞NEE ∞FF AA VEERYY SMAALL P∞∞L ∞FF N∞N G∞D TIIEERS. LOFORA: ✯ II BAAREELYY HHAAD AANYY FFUUCKIIN BUUSIINEESS BEEIING AAT THHEE EEND AAT AALL. LOFORA: ✯ II WAAS D∞IING FFUUCK AALL THHEE EENTIIREE G∞GDAAMN TIIMEE. LOFORA: ✯ BUUT YY∞UU KN∞W WHHAAT? LOFORA: ✯ IIN DUUEE TIIMEE CAAEEGAAR'S PR∞BAABLYY G∞NNAA FFUUCKIIN KIILL MEE. LOFORA: ✯ ∞R, SHHIIT, AANGUUIIS EEVEEN MAAYYBEE, II D∞N'T FFUUCKIING KN∞W. LOFORA: ✯ P∞IINT IIS YY∞UU W∞N'T HHAAVEE T∞ SEEEE MYY P∞IINTLEESS SHHIIT MUUCHH L∞NGEER.
You're angry now. You're angry at everything. You give Slaier all the pain you can possibly give him.
You're still absolutely brimming with pain and torture, even after dialing it up to eleven. If he doesn't let go you're probably gonna try punching him in the fucking mouth.
|
|
|
Post by slayer on Jul 28, 2012 21:54:27 GMT -6
==> SI: Wretch [/size][/b] You manage to hold everything back. You haven't ever felt this level of suffering, not even after becoming God Tier, you just kind of turned off your pain receptors at that point. You know that's not something you can normally do, but you decide that you're god tier, therefore you decide what is and is not against the rules.
Through the pain, you smile.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: N..now we're getting somewhere. SLAIER: Is that all you've got? SLAIER: Is your pain so weak that it can't even make me sweat? SLAIER: I wont let anyone kill you, Lofora. SLAIER: I know she's your matesprit, I've come to accept that, but if Caegar attacks you, I wont hold back on her. SLAIER: It is my absolute duty to keep everyone alive, but I wont guarantee her life. SLAIER: Bu-aa- [/spoiler] Your knees threaten to give out, your voice catches in your throat, it feels like your heart just clenched up and and started a fist fight with your other organs. You know this pain, it's one you never recovered from. You didn't think Lofora was that deep in the shit. You're still hesitant to remind her that you know what she's going through.
[/justify][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lofora on Jul 28, 2012 22:28:10 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Be the awful troll.
Not in the way that you're bad at trolling. You become the awful troll in the sense that you're a troll, and you're also awful. He gives his tough guy shit, but you can tell it hurts like a bitch. He stops talking. You can't do anything to release him from the pain. So you throw a right hook at his fucking mouth, the same one you threw at Anguis.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ LEET G∞. LOFORA: ✯ YY∞UU D∞N'T FFUUCKIING DEESEERVEE THHIIS SHHIIT.
You try to break free again.
|
|
|
Post by slayer on Jul 28, 2012 22:37:30 GMT -6
==> SI: Take the hit [/size][/b] You grit your teeth and take it. It barely fazes you. You have fangs like knives and, like every other aquatic being on Alternia, a jaw that could tear steel. Needless to say, Lofora's punch doesn't register that much, she should have realized. Maybe it would work on a troll lower in the hemospectrum, with their flimsy glass bones, but tyrians are made of tougher stuff, and you claim to be the toughest.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: You're absolutely right, I don't deserve this. SLAIER: I deserve worse. SLAIER: But, this isn't about me, it's about you! SLAIER: Don't you dare stop, don't let up, keep going. SLAIER: I wont let you sink any further. I wont let go until you let everything out. SLAIER: You are the only one who has ever told me that I can be more than what I am. SLAIER: If you want me to let go, you're going to have to cut my hand off, Lofora. SLAIER: And last I checked, cacti don't have edges. [/spoiler]
|
|
|
Post by lofora on Jul 28, 2012 22:46:31 GMT -6
==> Lofora: CUT OFF HIS FUCKING HAND.
If he let you, you could. One by one, hole by hole through his wrist with a single cactus needle. You could bludgen the wrist beyond repair, rending a grip impossible. But you won't do that. You're done hurting people. You sink down and stare at the ground. He's not going to let up. So you are. You concentrate and keep as much pain away from him as you can. You strain visibly and a new trickle of blood runs down your forehead.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ffiinee. LOFORA: ✯ FFIINEE. LOFORA: ✯ II'LL FFUUCKIING PLAAYY BYY YY∞UUR STUUPIID G∞GDAAMN GAAMEES.
You look at him. You stare him down. He's not winning this time. You know he doesn't deserve this kind of pain.
|
|
|
Post by slayer on Jul 28, 2012 22:54:37 GMT -6
==> SI: Tell a joke [/size][/b] What? How? You relax your grip on Lofora's hand by a few degrees, you're not entirely sure that she wont just pull away when she feels you let up, but it wouldn't be a problem for you to grab her again. You decide to try and defuse the situation.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: I just want you to realize that you don't have to shoulder your pain alone. SLAIER: We're friends, and in my book, this is what friends are for. SLAIER: But, uh, hey...ehh SLAIER: How are you and a used punching bag similar? SLAIER: You're both thoroughly beaten! [/spoiler] You're not funny, you never have been, you're okay with that. You just make your joke and smile, hoping that maybe your stupidity will rub off on her again.
[/justify][/size]
|
|
|
Post by lofora on Jul 28, 2012 23:22:37 GMT -6
==> Lofora: What.
He loosens his grip and you believe you won this. However, you don't bother trying to pull away. You're too unable to move to reliably keep yourself away from him.
He then makes a joke. Now is not the fucking time. But you look at him. Anger is still burning in your eyes, because this is not one of those times to joke.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ hh∞w aaree yy∞uu aand aanguuiis siimiilaar? LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu'ree b∞thh m∞st liikeelyy t∞ bee thhee ffiirst pee∞plee ii ffuuckiing maauul. LOFORA: ✯ ii'm n∞t g∞iing t∞ ffuuckiing hhuurt yy∞uu aanyym∞ree. LOFORA: ✯ iiff... iiff yy∞uu seeee caaeegaar, d∞n't t-teell hheer yy∞uu saaw mee liikee thhiis. LOFORA: ✯ d∞n't teell hheer yy∞uu saaw mee aat aall. LOFORA: ✯ ii juust. LOFORA: ✯ neeeed t∞ ffuuckiing liiee d∞wn.
You fall. You've lost a lot of blood, plus the absolutely debilitating migraine is just that. You're so fucking done with this shit already- but it isn't going anywhere.
|
|