Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Apr 15, 2012 20:43:08 GMT -6
The meteor was gray. Gray everwhere. Gray floors, ceilings, walls, computers- The troll in the blue jacket sighed as he made his way through the wide corridors, his dark eyes searching the dark passages for a certain troll. Things were a little problematic, first off, and it was time to address these, no? Baltyr had volunteered for this so it was finally time to confront the problem face to face. Even if that face was covered in white makeup. Or less gray makeup. Baltyr's lack of care generally caused him to simplify things, making light grays white and dark grays black. It was his nature.
Just like the bitchiness was her nature. He stopped, his powers extending past his body- he could feel emotion. Directions? No. What emotion it was? Not even. But it was here somewhere, in one of the many rooms that seemed to delve into darkness, deep within the meteor. She was near.
He wasn't going to put up with any bullshit. In the past the savage had never given him as much problem- while she was just as bitchy to him as everyone else, she knew his place on the spectrum and thus excluded him from the torture that the lower colors were forced to endure. Or maybe it was the fact that he could care less what she said- if he said he was auspicing then that was the deal, no backtalk. Blood didn't matter for shit, she needed it and she knew it.
A little control was welcome even for the savage.
Just like the bitchiness was her nature. He stopped, his powers extending past his body- he could feel emotion. Directions? No. What emotion it was? Not even. But it was here somewhere, in one of the many rooms that seemed to delve into darkness, deep within the meteor. She was near.
ßALTYR: caegar, i kn0w y0u're here s0mewhere
ßALTYR: we need t0 talk
ßALTYR: i d0ußt that will ße t00 difficult f0r y0u since we are at least cl0se 0n the spectrum
ßALTYR: ßut y0u kn0w whats up
ßALTYR: y0ur snakeßitch, its getting a little ridicul0us
ßALTYR: and while i d0nt plan t0 push y0ur little relati0nship apart it still needs s0me c0ntr0l
ßALTYR: s0 we d0nt have t0 deal with y0ur little hatedates
ßALTYR: theref0re im g0nna put a st0p t0 the shenanigans and auspice
[/color]ßALTYR: we need t0 talk
ßALTYR: i d0ußt that will ße t00 difficult f0r y0u since we are at least cl0se 0n the spectrum
ßALTYR: ßut y0u kn0w whats up
ßALTYR: y0ur snakeßitch, its getting a little ridicul0us
ßALTYR: and while i d0nt plan t0 push y0ur little relati0nship apart it still needs s0me c0ntr0l
ßALTYR: s0 we d0nt have t0 deal with y0ur little hatedates
ßALTYR: theref0re im g0nna put a st0p t0 the shenanigans and auspice
He wasn't going to put up with any bullshit. In the past the savage had never given him as much problem- while she was just as bitchy to him as everyone else, she knew his place on the spectrum and thus excluded him from the torture that the lower colors were forced to endure. Or maybe it was the fact that he could care less what she said- if he said he was auspicing then that was the deal, no backtalk. Blood didn't matter for shit, she needed it and she knew it.
A little control was welcome even for the savage.
