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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 12, 2012 19:21:06 GMT -6
======> Adonis: Don't fall asleep.
Are you kidding? Looking back, you're probably going to think this whole this was a dream by now.
You do indeed find Lofora's vest to be quite primo as well, and normally you would leave it as it is. Maybe you could try making cashmere and using that. Really, you've got so much grist you could do whatever you wanted. You note her lack of reaction, and can't help but think that maybe you could try rope her into being your model some time. Robots and mannequins can only go so far. Your smile revives as you answer.
[/center] ADONIS: Oh, no. Not really. I've just been dabbling in robotics and computers a bit. Made smaller ones before. Finally figured out how to give this one a simple A.I.
ADONIS: Just have to keep him occupied.
ADONIS: Otherwise he starts to get bored and philosophic, where he starts asking questions about his existence and the like.
ADONIS: Still not sure how to answer him most of the time, especially when he's starting to express interest in being upgraded.
ADONIS: But I'd rather not risk the whole "machines take over for our personal safety" or being exterminated because they figure we're the badguys in the end or something.
ADONIS: Huh. I don't think I've ever heard of anyone making sentient robots before...
You've always had an easy smile and laugh, tending to laugh at even the smallest joke. You're even the kind of troll who likes a good bad joke. Even puns. Too bad you can't tell them worth diddly-squat yourself. But now you frown slightly, brows furrowing again as you think more of what the whole thing with the robot could mean. If it goes insane and somehow access your alchemizer and ridiculous amounts of grist, it could quickly become a problem. You turn your attention back to her after a moment, noticing her cringe, cringing a little yourself your smile becoming apologetic.
[/center] ADONIS: Oh, no, I understand.
ADONIS: I guess that whole thing back there didn't leave the best impression.
ADONIS: But yes, I'd love it if we did some arting together.
You smile and you blink a little sluggishly, half-heartedly shaking your head no to her when she asks if you're tired. But you know you're not convincing anyone.
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Post by lofora on Jun 12, 2012 19:33:26 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Quickly lose interest, then regain it.
You are a really fucking good fake listener. You tune out just about everything he says about sentient robots because you can probably beat the crap out of them anyway. You shrug. You got the basic gist, and that's good enough.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ii'm n∞t w∞rriieed.
LOFORA: ✯ iiff yy∞uur r∞b∞t eeveer geets seentiieent aand neeeeds aan aass kiickiing ii'm yy∞uur chhiick.
LOFORA: ✯ ∞r, weell, aactuuaallyy, aa l∞t ∞ff tr∞lls w∞uuld bee beetteer thhaan mee.
LOFORA: ✯ buut yy∞uu kn∞w whhaat ii meeaan, ii g∞t yy∞uur baack, naawmsaayyiin?
You then proceed to listen to him. He wants to art with you. Hell, you didn't even know art was a verb before today. Awesome. You grin. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ duudeer, t∞tees.
LOFORA: ✯ whhaat kiind ∞ff aart aaree yy∞uu iint∞?
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm uup ff∞r aanyythhiing. liiteeraallyy aanyythhiing.
LOFORA: ✯ ff∞r reeaal thh∞uughh, aart iis myy ffaav∞riitee thhiing.
You grin, starting to get pumped. Well, not pumped, really. But to you, it's pumped. To anyone else, it would appear as if nothing changed besides Lofora acquiring a grin. Which hasn't been that difficult. Adonis is a neat troll. And he likes art. Nobody who likes art can be bad. You believe that's obvious. [/center] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 12, 2012 20:42:11 GMT -6
======> Adonis: zzz.
Even if you weren't half asleep, you wouldn't have noticed her having tuned you out.
[/center] ADONIS: Hehe, yeah, I guess.
ADONIS: We don't have to worry all that much about robot insurrections and stuff, pretty much being gods, right?
ADONIS: Just thinking about old movies, I guess.
ADONIS: Like the one with Troll Will Smith.
You can't help but smile again as she grins, even if she has those shark teeth typical of seadwellers. You lift your head again, waking up a bit as she begins to perk up to you.
[/center] ADONIS: Oh yeah, lots of kinds.
ADONIS: Pencil, paints, charcoal, fabrics, knitting, arts n' crafts.
ADONIS: And then there's the kind on the computer.
ADONIS: Digital drawing, fractal art.
ADONIS: I've even been giving the guitar a try.
ADONIS: I've got more time that I know what to do with on my hands.
ADONIS: Otherwise, I kind of just like exploring the meteor and randomly drawing on the wall or something.
Of course, this is all to keep yourself occupied, otherwise you'd start thinking about your current predicament too deeply and get into another depressed funk. You've just dragged yourself out of one not long ago, cutting yourself off from everyone else for a few days. Wallowing in whatever trolls are supposed to wallow in.
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Post by lofora on Jun 12, 2012 20:53:25 GMT -6
==> Lofora: What.
Troll Will Smith? Did he say... Troll Will Smith?
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ iiff thheeree eeveer waas aan∞thheer tr∞ll wiithh styylee aand graacee paaraalleel t∞ tr∞ll wiill smiithh...
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu kn∞w whhaat, n∞.
LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't eeveen ffaathh∞m thhaat thh∞uughht.
LOFORA: ✯ tr∞ll wiill smiithh iis peerffeect iin eeveeryy waayy.
LOFORA: ✯ thhaat's reeaallyy aall thheeree iis t∞ saayy ∞n thhee maatteer.
You nod. You won't channel your inner fangirl. You've been keeping her in check. She was almost gone. Not today, damnit. Not today.
He then explains to you all his artistic pursuits and your jaw slowly drops. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ duuuuuudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ leet's aart liikee yyeesteerdaayy.
LOFORA: ✯ ff∞r reeaal thh∞uughh.
LOFORA: ✯ piick s∞meethhiing, ii'll g∞ aal∞ng wiithh whhaateeveer.
With all these different artforms, you honestly cannot just pick one. You put it all on him. You hope he doesn't crack under the nonexistant pressure. [/center] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 14, 2012 18:46:16 GMT -6
======> Adonis: Heckle the fuck out of Lofora.
Oh jesus. You've got a fangirl on your hands. You ROLL your eyes at her, maximizing the rolling with the rolling your head at her in quick succession, slamming the metaphysical hammer you are dropping on her head in your eye-rolling.
[/center] ADONIS: Oh PLEASE.
ADONIS: Troll Johnny Depp.
ADONIS: That is all.
ADONIS: Sure Troll Will Smith is pretty cool, but not really.
ADONIS: He's just some punky wriggler by comparison.
You fanboy right back at her, your tone even getting a little aggressive you adore Troll Johnny Depp so much. He's so handsome, you entirely know. You almost pity Lofora for being a Troll Will Smith fan. Almost.
[/center] ADONIS: Alright, let's try graffiti art, then?
ADONIS: These blank walls scream for love and affection.
Keeping your cool, you get up and dust yourself off before being reminded of the condition of your clothes. After neatly depositing your ridiculously large dufflebag of spray paint cans on the floor, you change into your comfy black overalls you wear when painting, a plain black long-sleeved shirt with your symbol on the front and its sleeves rolled up. Of course, as per standard, your overalls have dashes of color here and there, deliberately applied. You're far too careful to get paint on yourself. Most of the time.
Unzipping the nearly-bursting bag, you grab a can in your good hand and busily start painting the wall, not waiting for Lofora.
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Post by lofora on Jun 14, 2012 18:54:46 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Squirm.
You had forgotten about Troll Johnny Depp. You think Troll Will Smith is amazing, but you also enjoy Troll Johnny Depp's work as well. Secretly, you enjoy Troll Will Smith more. Regardless, both are easily loved.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ∞k ii w∞uuldn't g∞ thhaat ffaar.
LOFORA: ✯ buut b∞thh ∞ff thheem aaree preettyy aamaaziing.
LOFORA: ✯ leet's juust aagreeee ∞n thhaat.
Smiling, you watch as Adonis does his thing. He suggests... Graffiti? Weird. But you can dig it. You shrug in response, agreeing. Sometimes you believe you are much too agreeable. He dons another outfit and you look down. Do you care enough? Nah. You'll be fine.
You watch as he grabs a can of spray paint and begin going crazy on the walls. Wait, woah, hold up. These walls? Lofora wasn't sure if these walls even belonged to somebody. It would be extremely inconsiderate to just- okay now you don't care. You grab a can of black spray paint. Gog. You want to write "Lofora was here" so bad.
Fuck it. You do. You step back and look at it. You're going to turn this into something else. You rub your chin, very deep in thought. You wrote it neatly enough. The lines are crisp, smooth, and even. So... Hm. [/center] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 15, 2012 18:58:55 GMT -6
======> Don't heckle the fuck out of Lofora.
You smile and relent, nodding in agreement to Lofora, glancing to her from your mural.
[/center] ADONIS: Agreed.
ADONIS: I was just teasing.
You really weren't.
[/center] ADONIS: They are both very talented.
You finish the large yellowish mass on the wall, tossing the can back into the bag you pick out a grey can this time. You pause for a moment and look to Lofora's work. You couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, working on yours extra enthusiastically, always enjoying working with another troll. Of course, you hadn't checked if the room was properly ventilated, besides being a box with just one door.
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Post by lofora on Jun 15, 2012 19:09:09 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Finish.
You nod sagely as he talks, agreeing completely with what he said. What an agreeable guy.
Your vision does not come. You have no idea what to turn it into. So you make it into one giant rectangle that you're going to fill with colors and shit. Whatever. It's not like you care.
You head over to the bag and grab a handful of bright colors. All cool colors, though. Cool as in the actual artistic term. You got greens, blues, purples, etcetera. But that's not to say they aren't cool. You don't understand why you're explaining yourself to your internal monologue. Fuck that. You begin filling in the colors, shading and gradient...ing... Making gradients. Basically, you make it look super fucking nifty.
So nifty, in fact, that you don't realize how much spray paint you're using. You write "Lofora was here" once above and once below your original message and begin filling in the spots once more, making a sort of stained glass looking thing.
You do not feel high at all, and that thought never crosses your mind. It takes a lot more to get you any sort of stoned, and you're not a fuckin' lightweight. Some paint isn't going to do the trick for you. It just smells like shit.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ iit smeells liikee shhiit iin hheeree.
LOFORA: ✯ ∞peen aa wiind∞w iiff yy∞uu geet thhee chhaancee?
You don't turn to check if there is one. You don't even turn as you say that. You're all getting into your art and shit. [/center] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 19, 2012 21:00:07 GMT -6
======> hurnnnggggghhghgh
Everything's just getting really hazy for you now. These paints stink really bad. You mostly finish the series of thin grey lines through the yellow mass, getting some of the paint on the floor, actually. Looking over to Lofora's mural, you're absolutely awed, having to lean against the wall to keep yourself upright.
[/center] ADONIS: so many colors
ADONIS: i can see myself in it
It takes you a moment to register what she said you're so busy appreciating her mural, even if it's unfinished. Then you nod and make your way to the wall behind you. Seeing nothing that could be opened, you kind of just fall over and lie on the floor instead.
[/center] You can see faces in the grey ceiling tiles. You suddenly forget that Lofora's there and appearify a second PDA from your syllidex and message Anguis after seeing what Alex is up to. [/center] CSA: hey
CSA: i can see your feace in the ceiling
CSA: are you moving again man
CSA: please don't
CSA: i couldn't take the last time you moved vert well rememner
CSA: i hate these tiny keys.
CSA: alos i think lo was going to rape me or something
CSA: then i wal like lol wanna paint insteadd
CSA: and now im soffocating on fumes.
CSA: and i need hugs man
CSA: i amost died
CSA: and my arms kinda broke i gurss
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Post by lofora on Jun 19, 2012 21:12:18 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Sigh.
He says that he can see himself in it. You tilt your head. Nope. You can't see him in it. What is he, high or something? Haha. You spray paint a little bit more. Then you get the idea. Is he actually? You turn and see him leaning against a wall. You are in disbelief. Your palm connects with your face. He falls over. Like an idiot.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ g∞g.
LOFORA: ✯ ffuuckiin liighhtweeiighhts.
You sigh and approach him. He sends a message on another PDA? What? Oh well. You let him. It would be rude to take it from him, even if he's completely gone. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ aaree yy∞uu ∞kaayy?
LOFORA: ✯ n∞ ffuuck thhaat yy∞uu'ree n∞t ∞kaayy, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu meessaagiing s∞mee∞nee t∞ hheelp yy∞uu ∞uut ∞r d∞ ii neeeed t∞ caarryy yy∞uu aawaayy, aagaaiin?
It's not your job to carry him away from bad things. Saving his life was different. But at this point, he should get someone he's feeling paler towards to help him out. That's not saying that you'd be unwilling to help. You just... Don't feel that way. You just hope he doesn't die from the fumes. [/center] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 20, 2012 20:20:14 GMT -6
======> uguuufhhhhghhhh
It takes some effort to focus on Lofora. Sluggishly you sit up and look around and towards the door, your report to her quickly turning into rambling.
[/center] ADONIS: I don't think I can open the window.
ADONIS: I lived in the desert back home.
ADONIS: To think that the desert was like a big open plane with all of us as one of the grains of sand.
ADONIS: And I was the desert, man. I contained all of us.
You then turn back to her and peer up at her with those same glistening eyes from before. You reach up and grab at her shirt front tightly, shaking as you suffer another of your mind-blowing epiphanies.
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ADONIS: AND I WAS THE DESERT MAN
ADONIS: I WAS THE MOINTAIN AND THE VOLCANO THAT CRYSTALLIZED THE DESERT
ADONIS: I KILLED IT ALL MAN
Seeing that you are indeed freaking out, you let go of her and sit back down, looking quite bewildered.
[/center] ADONIS: Maybe I should have took out the masks, too.
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Post by lofora on Jun 20, 2012 20:33:44 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Roll your eyes.
You've heard it all. Deserts are a huge thing to dwell on while you're out there. Space, too. You find it somewhat hilarious that space was his aspect. This is destiny in action. You're not high at all.
You could get totally deep and psychological with him. You could evaluate his think-pan and absolutely blow his mind bringing his tripped-out unconscious into the real world. You could make him learn more about himself in three seconds than he ever has before.
But you don't, because fuck that.
[/center] He grabs your shirt. Wow. This guy really goes hard when he trips balls. Or maybe he's not tripping any sort of balls? He could be rolling face, or he could just be completely plastered. Scraped. Wrecked. Literally tap-dance styled on by a bunch of paint fumes. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ caalm d∞wn. yy∞uu'ree aad∞niis. yy∞uu'ree n∞t aa deeseert, yy∞uu'ree n∞whheeree neeaar aa m∞uuntaaiin ∞r aa v∞lcaan∞.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu'vee kiilleed n∞thhiing.
Of course, you don't know that. You have no fucking clue. He sits down. Masks? [/center] LOFORA: ✯ whhiilee thhaat w∞uuld'vee beeeen hheellaa riighhtee∞uus.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu pr∞baablyy w∞uuld'vee hhaad aa shhiittiieer triip thhaan thhee ∞nee yy∞uu'ree hhaaviing.
LOFORA: ✯ juust chhiill. ff∞cuus ∞n thhee n∞w.
LOFORA: ✯ thhaat's whhaat reeaallyy maatteers, naawmsaayyiin?
LOFORA: ✯ reetuurn t∞ thhee meetee∞r, aad∞niis.
LOFORA: ✯ shhiittyy aas iit iis.
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 22, 2012 15:18:10 GMT -6
======> Flip your psychological shit.
You shake your head as you sort of stare vacantly at the other corner, your dreams and memories blurring together.
[/center] ADONIS: No.
ADONIS: In that moment of transition when I entered my medium, I could see beyond a veil, Lofora.
ADONIS: Underneath all the corpses of grains of sand and dead fibers of cacti, I could see myself looking back.
ADONIS: My eyes were white and I had no teeth.
Of course your fume-addled thinkpan couldn't really tell her everything, usually keeping these things to yourself. At first you don't really listen to Lofora as she reassures you who you are, eventually nodding. You turn your head to look at her, frowning a bit, voice having been trembling now that you're already working through your freakout. Your head just really hurts now.
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ADONIS: Yeah.
ADONIS: I just
ADONIS: really miss my garden,I guess.
ADONIS: Can I have a hug, please?
ADONIS: I usually bother Baltyr for hugs, but I think I've gone over my weekly allowance for hugs or something.
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Post by lofora on Jun 22, 2012 16:17:48 GMT -6
==> Lofora: What.
He tells you some really deep shit. You suddenly feel bad. What if he actually saw this, and got emotionally scarred or something? Did he see any of them dead? Did he see you dead? You don't ask these questions. Poor guy's had a rough day. And he isn't the seer. What the actual fuck?
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ∞k uum.
LOFORA: ✯ thhaat's aa liittlee creeeepyy, n∞t g∞nnaa liiee.
LOFORA: ✯ buut uum. yy∞uu'ree saaffee.
You conclude that this is the shittiest trip anybody has ever had. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ suuree yy∞uu caan, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ c'meeree.
You hug him, making sure to be gentle yet reassuring at the same time. Dude almost died. Now he's having the shittiest trip of his life. It's rough right now, for Adonis. You're glad you can help. [/center] LOFORA: ✯ iit's aall g∞∞d, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ truust.
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 24, 2012 11:52:21 GMT -6
======> ...
You just feel even worse, it was pretty creepy and jarring. You bite your lip, deciding not to tell her about the visions of the expansive pale white face in the blinding white, deafeningly loud space, hornless and without fangs. It was only able to be perceived because it didn't glow. It took you numerous nights of dreams to reach either side, finally seeing what it was not long ago, really. It might have been human.
You cling tightly to her, burying your face in her shoulder, letting her warmth absorb your shivers. Like most hugs, you feel better almost instantly, though being so tired and head-achy you hold on longer than usual. You pull your head away to face her enough to look her in the eye, forcing a small smile as you were close enough to breathe on her. You weren't going to waste this moment to get some of this stuff off your chest, anyway.
[/center] ADONIS: It was only for an instant, but it looked like he was returning while I was departing.
ADONIS: He was facing to the left instead of to the right, like a mirror.
ADONIS: He was carrying something in his arms
ADONIS: Something black.
ADONIS: Like rocks, I think.
ADONIS: Cradled in his arms like some blacke grub.
ADONIS: After so many nightmares, I know they were volcanic, pitted and glasslike
ADONIS: Shards of obsidian.
ADONIS: This is how I know I killed our world.
ADONIS: I burned it all up.
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