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Post by lofora on Jun 3, 2012 14:59:58 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Curse Silence.
The section of the meteor you claimed as your own (unofficially, and without telling anyone, so nobody actually knows this yet) is silent. The lack of trolls besides yourself would be a surefire cause of this, and you do not talk to yourself.
You are sitting crosslegged, facing the wall, typing on your husktop at the speed of gogdamn light. You need to stay inspired in this miserable hellhole. You need to stay positive. You need to stay calm. If not for yourself, then for them. They need you.
All this pressure is getting to your head.
You begin to worry maybe you're starting to force them away. By turning yourself into a gogdamn hermit, maybe you're doing exactly what you should not do.
But it is what you have to do. You cannot stand this silence. You want to leave, but you can't stop typing. You're slowly dying. You know this for sure. You should leave.
But you can't.
Stop.
Making.
Beautiful.
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 5, 2012 14:26:00 GMT -6
======> Switch on some rocking music. |
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Post by lofora on Jun 5, 2012 15:22:16 GMT -6
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Haha, oh wow. You feel really stupid for almost straight losing your domepiece. It almost flew off your shoulders and down the hall and almost straight off the meteor. You're glad it didn't. 'Cuz now, there's some really sick jams currently being kicked.
Wow.
You lean back onto your hands and chill, grinning. This really worked out well for you. You're obviously the shit of shits. Top shit. Real shit. Grand shit of the shit republic. Okay, too far.
You briefly wonder what happened about the whole "working together" thing. You haven't really talked to... them... much yet. But you're on a first name basis with most of them. Is that creepy?
Probably, but once more your overwhelming apathy kicks in and suddenly you stop caring and go attempt to awaken them from their collective state of moroseness, finding yourself unhelpful as usual.
However, you are faced with a new challenge. A chance to prove yourself! You are helpful! Lofora Salema is helpful and not a liability!
Of course, this would require the jadeblood, Adonis, to troll you first, you believe. You did ask him quite politely to message you, so you think it would be kind of awkward if you messaged him. Ugh, fuck that. Waiting sucks.
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 6, 2012 18:12:54 GMT -6
======> Troll Adonis. He's obviously distracting himself talking about aliens. |
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Post by lofora on Jun 6, 2012 18:40:00 GMT -6
==>
You wonder why you were being so stupid, again. But, then again, how could you have known? He's a weird dude. Hell, everyone is. They're honestly losing their domes over some bullshit aliens... You can live without weird aliens in your life, thanks. Though, you figure that soon you'd have to troll one.
Ugh.
For now, you can settle for jadey jade broken-arm.
barbaryShaman [BS] began trolling solarApothecary [SA] at --:--
BS: ✯ yy∞ ii hheeaard yy∞uur aarm iis deerpeed preettyy hhaardc∞ree. 8)
SA: oh hey
SA: Yes, I think one or more bones are wanting to poke out.
SA: But it's fine, mostly!
SA: Just kind of worried about that fire on the motercycle!
BS: ✯ siincee whheen iis b∞nees p∞kiing ∞uut ffii- whhaat aaree yy∞uu taalkiing aab∞uut ffiiree whhaat?
SA: I am unable to move I am absolutely hurting all over.
BS: ✯ ∞hh g∞d whhaat shh∞uuld ii d∞
SA: And I think the shock is finally starting to wear off.
SA: Oh god.
SA: I can feel my tendons.
BS: ✯ iis thhaat aa g∞∞d thhiing?
SA: no
SA: it is bery bad
BS: ✯ ∞hh n∞ teell mee whhaat ii shh∞uuld d∞ ii hhaavee n∞ iideeaa aand ii'm staartiing t∞ ffreeaak ∞uut aa biit. 8(
SA: p[lease hurry here while i try uo relovate yo a sage dusyave
SA: i am missing keus all up in jere
BS: ✯ whhaat? whhaat aaree yy∞uu eeveen saayyiing ∞k neeveermiind thhaat stuupiid quueestii∞n whheeree aaree yy∞uu?
SA: GET DOWN HERE
BS: ✯ ∞mg ∞k ii'm g∞iing ii'm g∞iing ii'm
SA: wayy at the bottom
SA: didnyt exactly see where
BS: ✯ ffuuck ii triippeed ∞k ii'm baack uup
SA: careful on the steps
BS: ✯ hh∞lyy shhiit iit smeells aawffuul diid yy∞uu d∞ thhaat?
SA: mightve broke more than a gew
SA: that might be gas
BS: ✯ ∞k ii'm paaniickiing
BS: ✯ ii meeaan
BS: ✯ ii aam n∞t paaniickiing
SA: human fuel for the bike
BS: ✯ ii'm g∞nnaa puut d∞wn myy hhuuskt∞p aand scuurryy ∞veer t∞ saavee yy∞uu
BS: ✯ iiff yy∞uu seeee mee shh∞uut! 8)
SA: okkay'
Holy shit. You're freaking out. But you can't let that show. You need to be there for your buddy in need! You scurry down the steps, tripping on the last one and faceplanting hard. Fuck, again.
You stand up and look for Adonis. You realize you're not the most perceptive in the world. Fuck. A third time. Where is he?
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 7, 2012 18:16:05 GMT -6
======> Renounce human technology.
This is quite a pickle you've found yourself in. On top of possibly having a broken arm and flying off your motercycle and bouncing down the stairs the rest of the way down, the human machine is on fire and there's probably gasoline on you somewhere. So you scoot away as best you can. But everything hurts, so you kind of just wiggle on your back a little, not really accomplishing anything.
You're not entirely sure where the human motercycle came from. You found it with your other bikes in the little room you store them in, sitting at the front so it was the first that came to your attention.
Not only is your arm broken, you've rolled down the stairs at high enough speeds to render you useless. Thankfully your head's bounced off the stairs only a few times, so you're mostly remaining conscious.
I mean really. What on earth were you thinking? What must have been sixty-plus miles through these suddenly very tight corridors on a device that sounds like your lusus on a bad day? Honestly, you're completely surprised you haven't been stricken deaf by all that. Sure it was pretty sweet while it lasted, but without safety equipment and strange technology? Absolute madness. You're just as surprised it hadn't spontaneously combusted from all the racket it was creating.
But nope. You've learned your lesson.
Never again are you going to be trying to do a near vertical wheelie down a flight of stairs on the handrail. Backwards. Nope. Anytime soon, anyway.
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Post by lofora on Jun 7, 2012 18:49:56 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Be useful.
You look around, attempting to spot the jadeblood. Your eyes finally catch on a figure looking downright defeated. Aww, look at how pained he is. The sight of him hits you right in the feel.
You run toward him, slipping a bit on some liquid substance of dubious origin yet avoiding another incredibly embarrassing faceplant and crouch right next to the dude to get a closer look.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ w∞aahh hheeyy aaree yy∞uu ∞k?
LOFORA: ✯ neeveermiind shhiittyy quueestii∞n.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm g∞nnaa hheelp yy∞uu. iiff iit hhuurts shh∞uut ∞r s∞meethhiing s∞ ii kn∞w t∞ st∞p.
You forget you can do lifey shit, as you usually do. You're pretty forgetful. It might hinder the whole "useful" thing, but you figure you're fine enough. You almost won a while ago!
You bend down and slowly, caaaaarefully, pick him up. You're sure you're strong enough, as you are a seadweller, and he proves to weigh approximately less than nothing, but you hope he doesn't lose his dome. [/center] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 7, 2012 19:07:14 GMT -6
======> Adonis: Be thankful.
Besides your body feeling like one giant bruise, you've still got that sense of liveliness you get when driving at high speeds on powerful machines. You are simply more concerned about the motercycle exploding in your face, is all.
There she is. Nearly tripping and and coming to crouch next to you, you look up at her concerned face with glistening eyes. Ones that voice all the thanks and gratefulness you are currently unable to voice you knocked your head a little harder than you thought. In the midst of this moment of salvation, you suddenly think of how terrible you must look in such a posture with your clothes all a mess. That quickly ruined the moment, so, tossing your PDA aside, you grab her shoulder with a shakey hand.
[/center] ADONIS: Please.
ADONIS: Just get me the fuck away from here.
When she finally lifts you up, you're about to growl at her to hurry up before suddenly finding out that you're less like a giant bruise and more like a giant, stubbed toe, so you just grit your teeth and hang on.
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Post by lofora on Jun 7, 2012 19:24:52 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Scurry like you've never scurried before.
He seems thankful. You think that's neat. You don't believe that something like this would necessarily require thanks, but hey, thanks are always appreciated. You smile a bit, but not at him, because you definitely don't have the time to just kinda stand there, staring at him, disregarding how awful he looks.
There's a fire behind you. You're uncomfortable. You want to peace outie now or sooner.
You notice him throwing his little PDA thing. You think that's an unfortunate loss. He grabs your shoulder and speaks to you. You didn't see the whole "touching" thing coming, but you just roll with it.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ∞n thhee d∞uublee, caaptaaiin!
LOFORA: ✯ hhaahhaa ∞r whhaateeveer thh∞see duudeers saayy ii d∞n't eeveen kn∞w.
LOFORA: ✯ aanyywaayy whhaateeveer.
LOFORA: ✯ leegg∞ staaiirs!
Moment of truth. This is it. The final showdown. You versus stairs. You realize now that you have always grasped onto the side rail for extra stability, and you have never not used it. You already did a mean faceplant earlier, and you hope you're not bleeding.
The time has come.
You scurry up the stairs with little difficulty aside from a small stumble at the top.
You reign victorious. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ hheeyy, thhaat waasn't s∞ baad.
LOFORA: ✯ aactuuaallyy wee shh∞uuld pr∞baablyy skiirt t∞ aan∞thheer r∞∞m ∞r s∞meethhiing.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu kn∞w, juust iin caasee?
LOFORA: ✯ aactuuaallyy whhaat thhee ffuuck aam ii saayyiing ii'm caarryyiing yy∞uu duudeer.
You give a little chuckle. You then enter another room. This room is... Pretty bare, actually. Very boring. You have no idea what this room is used for, but it is the most convenient room you've ever been in. You're still holding Adonis. You're not sure what to do with him. So you hold him. You look around and kind of lose focus on things and...
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 8, 2012 18:11:41 GMT -6
======> Adonis: Don't lose lunch.
Too fast too fast too fast
You grab on tight to the seadweller as she ran back up the flight of stairs probably faster than you went down it.
You're half listening for the inevitable explosion that is surely to happen at the last moment, where a muffler would have implanted itself into your face if it wasn't for Lofora. But instead, all you really hear is a pop and a hiss. The small stubmle at the top of the stairs makes you grunt and hang onto the seadweller even tighter, looking about as she walks you into another room.
Whaaaaaat??
Then she just stands there, holding you. You have absolutely no idea what is going on with her, but you don't want to bother her, being a seadweller. You've always been wary of her, honestly, sitting between Caeger and Slaier on the hemospectrum, two of the most aggressive trolls. What made you extra wary of Lofora was because she was so quiet and so chill compared to the other two, especially Caeger. You never know what's going on with her. You've always been more comfortable approaching her than the others, though, not sensing as much intent to break your nose as the other two do.
Oh jesus. You hope to god that she hasn't brought you in here to rape you or something. Oh god.
You suddenly realize how tightly you're holding onto her, your claws puncturing her clothes over her shoulders. You quickly let go and quietly smile up to her in your presently uncoordinated fashion as she zones out. You busy yourself with dusting yourself off for a moment before quietly, unassumingly say to her as you smooth over the tears in her vest,
[/center] ADONIS: ah
ADONIS: Thank you a lot for that.
ADONIS: I'm not dead because of you.
ADONIS: I think I'm alright now.
ADONIS: If you can just put me down, I think I'll just rest a bit here...
Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.
You would have moved to the otherside of the room if you could, just to be safe.
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Post by lofora on Jun 8, 2012 18:29:16 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Return to the meteor.
Yo, meteor to domepiece. Domepiece, come in. You there? Shit, control?
Yes?
Domepiece isn't coming in. Should I wire the call to command?
Yes. Lofora, do you copy?
Command receives no response and presses the large, red metaphor of a button and aborts the mission, resulting in your return to attentiveness. Because even when your tunnel vision acts up and you fall into a brief, standing coma, you're still witty as fuck. Swag.
You then realize that Adonis has been attempting to rip off your shoulder or something but could only manage to get through your clothes. Super bummer. You briefly recall your lack of extras. Whatever. You can say you got in a fight with a monstrous beast or something. Battle wounds. Nobody will ever know. Sweet plan.
You look around, once more establishing yourself in the here and now, taking in your surroundings and the present situation. Adonis smiles and attempts to fix the vest. Yeah, no, that's not working. Normally, you would sigh and shift slightly to show your distress, but you do nothing of the sort.
You did scamper up those stairs something fierce. And that stumble at the end? Dude should've kept his arms in the vehicle at all times rather than claws strictly embedded into the vest. You return the smile, trying to lighten the moment, for both him and you. He almost died. Your vest is messed up a bit. You live a rough life. You listen to him as he speaks.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ d∞n't w∞rryy aab∞uut iit, duudeer. ii d∞ whhaat ii caan, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ ii meeaan thhee veest riips aaree aa meeaan meell∞whhaarshheer buut ii'll r∞ll wiithh 'eem chhaampstyylee.
LOFORA: ✯ paass thheem ∞ffff aas aan eepiic muurdeerffiighht wiithh s∞mee∞nee, ii duunn∞.
LOFORA: ✯ ∞hh, riighht. yyeeaahh, suuree, whhaateevs.
You, as gently as you can, let him down. And... What now?
You decide sit down next to him. You might as well talk for once in your life before everyone dies from motorcycle accidents. Unrelated, of course. Well, maybe slightly related. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ s∞ hh∞w'd yy∞uu d∞ thhiis aanyywaayy?
LOFORA: ✯ tryyiing t∞ buust s∞mee siickaass m∞vees ∞n thhee staaiirs ∞r s∞meethhiing?
LOFORA: ✯ 'cuuz, ffr∞m thhee l∞∞ks ∞ff iit, thheeyy weeree s∞ siick yy∞uu liiteeraallyy, liiteeraallyy wreeckeed thhee staaiirs.
You smile and laugh softly in an attempt to lighten the mood. You figure he almost died, why not make him feel better about almost dying? [/center] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 9, 2012 10:04:09 GMT -6
======> Adonis: Settle the fuck down.
Yes. All the excitement of crashing and possibly dying are just getting to you, is all. No need to get worried over nothing. Clearly Lofora's not the sort to do that, not that you're in that quadrant with her to begin with. My goodness, look at you. Sillier than a goose. If you weren't so beat up you'd be much more comfortable and relaxed, so you bring your arms and knees up to yourself protectively once she sets you down, scooting away from her half an inch just to be safe.
You smile and chuckle as she speaks, flushing with embarrassment and slight indignation she would try to pass off the tears as being received through murdurfighting instead of lifesaving.
[/center] ADONIS: I apologize, Lofora.
ADONIS: Things just got a little too exciting there, at the end.
ADONIS: I'll patching them up as soon as I can use my arm again.
You are really exhausted. You scrub your eyes with the back of your good hand, then turned and smiled to the seadweller, waving your hand casually as you answer.
[/center] ADONIS: ah
ADONIS: Yes, quite sick, if I say so myself.
ADONIS: It was perfect, up until one of the bolts sheared off somewhere and I went tumbling end over end under my motercycle.
ADONIS: It was a human motercycle that I found in my room not long ago.
ADONIS: Absolutely no idea where it came from.
ADONIS: I think it's the one called a "dirtbike."
ADONIS: And I was trying to do a backwards wheelie down the handrail.
ADONIS: I would have done it easily if it was one of my other bikes...
You drift off for a moment, huffing. You've never crashed that stunt before. Maybe it was just the handrail that was so worn down by now. Either way, you crashed and now you're stuck in a room away from the others with one of the seadwellers. You're starting to flip out again when you think about it too much.
oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god
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Post by lofora on Jun 9, 2012 10:22:50 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Think about subtly giving spiritual counsel.
Nah fuck that.
You can tell he's at least a bit on edge. You wonder why, but come up with no answer and then promptly stop thinking about it. He flushes a bit and it almost makes you laugh. Aww, he's embarrassed. No big deal. Lofora can keep secrets forever. No, five ever. Nobody will have to know he almost went and broke himself.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ taakee yy∞uur tiimee, maakee suuree yy∞uu'ree aall g∞∞d ffiirst, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ d∞n't waant yy∞uu breeaakiin aan aarm ∞veer seewiing ∞r s∞mee shhiit.
LOFORA: ✯ thhaat w∞uuld bee aawffuul.
LOFORA: ✯ n∞t t∞ meentii∞n yy∞uu'd neeveer bee aablee t∞ liivee iit d∞wn.
You chuckle, thinking of it. You, personally, would not be able to fix your vest if your life depended on it. So, you suppose you'd be grateful for Adonis to fix it. But, to be honest, the more you think about it, the more badass it looks. You might keep it! Actually, no. He seems like he wants to do this. You decide you'd let him, if it made him feel better.
He starts talking about bikes and how it would have been easy. Dude must style on stairs for a living or something. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ hh∞lyy shhiit ii pr∞bs w∞uuld hhaavee l∞st myy d∞mee thheeree, ff∞r reeaal.
LOFORA: ✯ aand, liikee, ii neeveer l∞see myy d∞mee.
LOFORA: ✯ shhiit, maan, reemiind mee neeveer t∞ eeveer geet ∞n ∞nee ∞ff thh∞see biikees, duudeer. ii'm n∞t thhaat eextreemee, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ g∞ttaa reetaaiin myy meell∞w aand shhiit.
LOFORA: ✯ naaw buut d∞n't w∞rryy aab∞uut iit thh∞uughh. ii meeaan yy∞uu'ree ffiinee n∞w, riighht?
You smile reassuringly, hoping he'll get comfortable. Damn, you don't know what you did. Wait. Duh. Dude almost died. He's probably going to pass out in a few seconds or something. Then you'd have to carry him somewhere else and ugh. [/center] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 11, 2012 20:58:09 GMT -6
======> Adonis: Think of the different patterns you can use to patch up her vest. Perhaps make it into a sash.
Yes. A nice sash or ponchillo or mantle. Hm. Or yes, a mantle would quite nice on her, you think. Swede? Silk? Perhaps even hand-knitted? So many possibilities. But only the finest for a highblood such as herself. Your brow furrows in contemplation as you look over her vest with a measuring eye, completely losing yourself in thought as you usually do. And in this sudden thought-tangent into troll fashion, you reach over to feel the fabric of Lofora's vest again, about to measure its collar with a hand when you realize you had forgotten to put on your glasses, which in turn brings you back to your previous concerns.
You blink and peer up at her again, leaning back to your spot when you realize you were practically falling on top of her (which wasn't very far at all). You blink again, trying to stifle your second flush of embarrasment when you begin to register what she said, answering with an awkward, guilt-ridden laugh.
[/center] ADONIS: Ah hahahaha
ADONIS: Like I'd ever do THAT.
ADONIS: That is what my sewbot is for, which I programed myself. ahum.
Just as easily your laugh turned to a genuine one, the kind that squishes your eyes shut and throws your head back. You've always enjoyed a good laugh, mostly forgetting about your previous concern afterwards. You're smiling now, a sense of giddiness of being alive and mostly okay replacing the shock and horror of a possibly near-death experience. Sure, your arm's broke a little, favorite skirt shredded to bits, and you still smell like gasoline, but it's nothing a little rest and patchwork can't handle. Nonetheless still feeling quite exhausted, you rest your head on your knees.
[/center] ADONIS: Yes, just fine now, I think.
ADONIS: And it's not so bad! It's quite fun, really!
ADONIS: Just, you know,
ADONIS: Wear safety equipment, which I wasn't doing just then.
ADONIS: I've quite a few other bikes, in fact, ones that I know won't spontaneously combust.
ADONIS: I can give you lessons.
ADONIS: At least something else to do for a while on this rock?
You readily return her smile, though your eyelids becoming quite heavy.
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Post by lofora on Jun 12, 2012 7:36:28 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Don't react.
You don't, especially when he starts feeling your vest again. It is pretty primo, and you'd be the first to admit it, but... He seems to really like it. He gets all into thought and seems to really focus on it. Oh, he must be one of those sorts. Some trolls just like fashion. You think you look cool enough. But whatever. He is... Pretty close, right now.
But he returns back to his normal position leaving you feeling... Chill. Damnit, you're always chill. Curse your chillness. Or something.
That's pretty neat. A sewbot, you think? Dude must have all sorts of technologies in that case.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ thhaat's preettyy neeaat.
LOFORA: ✯ d∞ yy∞uu hhaavee aanyy ∞thheer maagiicaal r∞b∞ts thhaat d∞ ∞thheer uuseeffuul thhiings?
LOFORA: ✯ 'cuuz thhaat w∞uuld bee neeaateer.
If he doesn't, you're not going to get all broken up about it. That would be ridiculous.
He starts to laugh and you almost contemplate joining in. But you don't. You have no idea what's so funny. So instead, you simply smile. You wouldn't want to make him feel uncomfortable about laughing.
He offers to give you lessons and you cringe.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ naaw, duudeer, s∞rryy.
LOFORA: ✯ ii g∞ttaa paass ∞n thhiis ∞nee.
LOFORA: ✯ t∞∞ eextreemee ff∞r mee.
LOFORA: ✯ buut, yy∞, iiff yy∞uu eeveer waant t∞ geet iint∞ thhee aarts ∞r s∞mee shhiit ii'm yy∞uur chhiick, naawmsaayyiin?
You shrug, smiling a knowing smile. You totally would be up to it if you could crack open a cactus and chugalug beforehand. But that would be so much more dangerous it's not even funny anymore.
You notice he's seeming to get tired. Huh. You're not. But you guess almost dying could wear a dude out. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu ∞kaayy? juust tiireed?
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