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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 14, 2012 20:06:11 GMT -6
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Stepping onto the transportalizer to the hub, you can't help but have second thoughts. You can never be entirely sure about Caeger, never knowing when she's going to flip on you, so you tend to step carefully around her, if not trying to get her to talk about what's going on in that headball of hers. You're carrying a few sticks of incense you've made yourself to give to Caeger, using it as an excuse to go to her part of the meteor.
Appearifying into Caeger's section, you call out to her.
[/center] ADONIS: Caeger?
ADONIS: Are you here?
ADONIS: I've brought more incense for you.
You've always liked Caeger's place. Unlike the ruins she leaves behind whenever she throws a fit, this place is where she expresses herself fully. Your eyes linger over the rainbow of colors on the walls as you allow your head swivel around a little, taking it all in again.
You also wish to discuss Anguis, but you'll bring her up once you're sure about her current mood.
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Post by vio on Jun 15, 2012 16:41:19 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Wake up.
Your room is a wreck. Anything that could break has been broken. The walls have been repainted into wild, angry colors, circus tents, scenes of mass slaughter and clowns. After your rampage, you scraped some of the debris into a pile and slept in it.
Adonis's arrival stirs you. You sit up in your new pile. Your voice is hollow.
CAEGAR: ^ Light that shit up, wicked brother. ^ |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 15, 2012 18:49:17 GMT -6
==> Fire it up
You look for the little stand for the incense sticks you had given her the first time you made them for her, eventually digging it out from a pile and wiping it off with a sleeve. You light the incense and have it smolder, setting it on the floor not far from Caeger. It's another of your experimental recipes; sweet, while clearing the senses. You then go about tidying her room.
[/center] ADONIS: How are things, Caeger?
ADONIS: I hope things aren't too terrible?
You're speaking carefully, of course, more or less tip-toeing about the mess in her room, your attention never leaving her for more than a few seconds. You're taking any bits you can salvage and putting them in another of your large dufflebags from your syllidex, seeing if you can't repair the items later.
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Post by vio on Jun 15, 2012 18:59:36 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Be terrible.
You could never be terrible to Adonis. He's a jadeblood.
You're also so pale for him it hurts, but that's another matter entirely.
Oh wow that smells good.
CAEGAR: ^ The Emperor's up and lost it. ^
CAEGAR: ^ He threatened to cull me. ^
CAEGAR: ^ HE MADE A HUMAN THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD ^
CAEGAR: ^ AN ALIEN ^
CAEGAR: ^ A MOTHERFUCKING ALIEN ^
CAEGAR: ^ I'LL KILL HIM ^
CAEGAR: ^ But I can't just up and kill him. ^
CAEGAR: ^ HE DESERVES TO DIE SLOWLY ^
CAEGAR: ^ But he's the last tyrianblood. I can't just up and motherfucking excise part of the hemospectrum. ^
CAEGAR: ^ He's going to get us all killed, Adonis. ^
CAEGAR: ^ HE'S GOING TO GET US ALL MOTHERFUCKING KILLED ^ |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 16, 2012 20:07:24 GMT -6
==> Adonis: Be confused.
While turning to face her while she spoke, you stood there dumbly in confusion at the information she gives you. You frown, moving to sit next to her on her pile of debris.
[/center] ADONIS: What?
ADONIS: When was this?
ADONIS: Why would he do something like that?
Though dehydrated and somewhat hungry, it starts to sink in what she's saying.
[/center] ADONIS: Aliens? The humans?
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