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Post by lofora on Jun 9, 2012 14:32:53 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Have your mellow harshed something mean.
Because this conversation gets more and more depressing. You merely shrug, once more, in response to Slaier's belief in you. It sounded mostly genuine, but you figure that, since you don't really believe in yourself, why should anyone else? Misplaced faith is a sad thing. One day it will come to you. You hope.
You squirm uncomfortably as he talks and everything clicks. More like snaps, breaks into a million pieces. All of your friends are dead. All of your art is gone. Your music. Your precious music. You're about to throw up.
You weren't aware of just how dire everything was until now. You figured, whatever, shit will be cool in the end and you'll return and jellydad will be not dead and you'll be fine. Except none of that will happen, and your only hope? The aliens, the humans. The same group who ruined your session and caused you to lose.
LOFORA: ✯ weell aat leeaast eeveeryythhiing cliickeed ff∞r yy∞uu aas tiimee paasseed.
LOFORA: ✯ eeveeryythhiing juust cliickeed ff∞r mee n∞w.
LOFORA: ✯ shhiit iiff ii'm n∞t aabs∞luuteelyy teerriiffiieed.
LOFORA: ✯ whhyy w∞uuld s∞meethhiing waant uus deeaad?
LOFORA: ✯ whhaat kiind ∞ff ffuuckeed uup shhiit iis thhaat?
LOFORA: ✯ whheeree diid thhiis ffuuckiing gaamee c∞mee ffr∞m iin thhee ffiirst plaacee?
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu saayy yy∞uu'ree teerriiffiieed? whhaat d∞ ii hhaavee g∞iing ff∞r mee beesiidees tw∞ ffuuckiing ffiins ∞n myy ffaacee thhaat meeaan jaack shhiit aanyym∞ree?
LOFORA: ✯ eeveeryy∞nee's aall ffriieendlyy wiithh ∞nee aan∞thheer aand thheen thheeree's mee, thhee peermaaneent suupp∞rtiing aactreess whh∞ n∞b∞dyy ffuuckiing kn∞ws.
LOFORA: ✯ ii meeaan, shhiit, ii hhaavee t∞ d∞ s∞meethhiing.
LOFORA: ✯ buut ii d∞n't kn∞w aanyythhiing aab∞uut aanyythhiing, s∞ ii ffuuckiing caan't.
LOFORA: ✯ myy thhiink-paan's t∞∞ r∞yyaallyy ffuuckeed, eexcuusee thhee puun, t∞ d∞ aanyythhiing pr∞peerlyy ff∞r m∞ree thhaan tweentyy ffuuckiing miinuutees.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu kn∞w hh∞w yy∞uu weeree aall "hheeyy ii hh∞pee ii'm n∞t ffreeaakiin yy∞uu ∞uut" aand ii waas aall "naaw b daat aaiin't mee"? yyeeaahh ffuuck thhaat seentiimeent.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm ffreeaakiing ∞uut.
LOFORA: ✯ myy d∞meepiieecee iis l∞ng g∞nee, traaveeleed thhr∞uughh tiimee t∞ thhee laand ∞ff miissiing d∞meepiieecees.
LOFORA: ✯ neeveer t∞ bee ff∞uund.
God.
Daaaaaaaaaaamn.
This sucks. You really tried not to do this, but here you are about ready to have a mental breakdown.
Then he drops another bomb.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ∞kaayy whhaat.
LOFORA: ✯ liisteen ∞kaayy caan yy∞uu liikee n∞t dr∞p aanyym∞ree meentaal b∞mbs ∞n mee?
LOFORA: ✯ liikee ii'm s∞rryy ii caan't reeaallyy bee m∞ree suupp∞rtiivee 'cuuz daamniit ii triieed buut ff∞r reeaal ii'm aab∞uut t∞ cuurl uup iin aa liittlee baall aand diiee.
You are going to need a shitton of fire for the shitton of poetry you're about to write, granted you can find anything to write it on. You need all the relief you can get. But as you dwell upon how much fire you'll need, you have another revelation.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ c∞nsiideeriing thheeyy'ree ∞uur ∞nlyy hh∞pee, ii'm n∞t g∞iing t∞ ffuuck wiithh thhee aaliieens.
LOFORA: ✯ ii d∞n't giivee aa shhiit iiff thhaat's whhaat wee d∞, aand ii d∞n't caaree iiff thheeyy'ree thhee reeaas∞n wee l∞st.
LOFORA: ✯ ffuuck biitteerneess.
LOFORA: ✯ wee neeeed thheem, aand ffuuckiing kiill mee deeaad n∞w iiff ii'm n∞t g∞nnaa t∞ myy daamndeest t∞ maakee thheem wiin thhee shhiit ∞uut ∞ff thhiis gaamee.
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Post by slayer on Jun 9, 2012 14:53:34 GMT -6
==> SI: Fix it [/size][/b] You're trying. You're trying as hard as you can. Fuck you, Slaier. That is exactly what you are thinking right now, quite loudly to boot. You unleashed this torrent of insanity on some simple girl who didn't even fucking realize that everything she had ever known was fucking gone forever. Real fucking stand up act you are, asshole. You broke something innocent, well as innocent as a troll could be, way to fucking go hero.
You have to pick up some of the pieces. You opened up to her because it was easy, fuck if you're about to let her just shrivel up and be crushed under the misery.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: I'm sorry.
SLAIER: I'm so sorry.
SLAIER: I didn't realize...
SLAIER: I really am a fucking Prince, aren't I?
SLAIER: Destroying everything that gets near me. [/spoiler] Just, gogdammit, you are a sorry fucking excuse for a man, you know that? Slaier fuckmothering Stingo, right? More like Slaier the fucking asshat who crushes hopes and dreams. Isn't that Caegar's job? Jegus fuck, who were you to just walk in and take a hammer to her?
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Actually, killing her was probably the one thing I don't think I can regret.
SLAIER: The great glub that...you know..
SLAIER: It's horribly painful. Destroys the brain, basically makes it eat itself.
SLAIER: That was my one and only act of mercy.
SLAIER: I understand I've just shown you the way into the deepest pit of hell.
SLAIER: But at least you don't have to look into the flames, knowing you put someone there. [/spoiler] And then it happened. You couldn't fucking believe what you just saw. Determination where there was none before, was that some spark of hope? You don't know if it's the same kind of realization you had, but you can see the fledgling form of recognition in Lofora. You smile. It's not a rueful smile, it's something pleasant. Flowers blooming from a blood soaked battlefield.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Lofora, I think you've got it.
SLAIER: You know what needs to be done.
SLAIER: Do it.
SLAIER: I want you to believe me when I say this. [/spoiler] As gently as you can, you take hold of Lofora's shoulders, you turn her towards you, you need her to see your eyes, you need to her to know that you are being absolutely sincere when you speak.
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Post by lofora on Jun 9, 2012 15:16:06 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Be overwhelmed and breathe.
Well, at least you're doing half of that well.
He began to talk about what the fuck ever, you tune out what he said. Something about being a prince. Ok, awesome, yes, that is what you are. You don't see the point.
LOFORA: ✯ ii- ii d∞n't- iit's- ii... shhiit.
So, now that you're done stammering, let's get down to the real business of the hour. You're about to cry. You're almost there. You can feel it. You try to think. When have you ever cried before? In your whole life? Maybe once when you were really young when- no, nope. Never. A grand total of zero times. But something told Lofora it was coming.
Daaaaaaaaaaamn.
He then starts talking again and you make an honest effort to listen to him. You wish you hadn't.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ∞hh myy ffuuck wiill yy∞uu juust st∞p?
LOFORA: ✯ seerii∞uuslyy thhiis iis n∞t thhee tiimee t∞ taalk aab∞uut hheell and kiilliing.
Hearing his story, you feel like more of an ass. Here you were, blubbering about nothing. He had to kill his matesprit. What a fucking toolbox you are. Damn. This is not good. You look down at your hands. They're shaky. Shaky as fuck. He starts talking again and you listen, once more. Something about doing the mysterious "it".
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ d∞iing whhaat? whhaat thhee ffuuck aam ii suupp∞seed t∞ d∞?
LOFORA: ✯ hheelpiing aaliieens ffr∞m ffuuckiing n∞whheeree? thhaat's aa r∞guuee ∞ff liiffee's j∞b?
He lays his hands on your shoulders and turns you. You know what he's trying to do. You avert eye contact just long enough to finally burst, violet tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. This is so fucking embarrassing and you're glad that nobody is around to see this. You couldn't stand knowing that someone knows you're not eternally chill.
You wanted nothing more than to be the glue that holds together the team. You knew this meteor bullshit would rile everybody up. You were going to be the peacemaker, the only level-headed troll in the universe. You were going to keep everyone in check and make damn sure everyone gets through this. You can't.
You give in, and look him in the eyes. He's staring right at you. Right at the hot tears ripping down your cheeks like razors. You feel like you're bleeding. You don't know what to do.
You've never heard those words.
You try to choke something out as a response, but your shoulders heave and you curl up in a miserable ball. You bring up a shaky hand to wipe away the tears, but like a mighty army two more tears spring up in its place. Your whole body shakes, now. You can't believe him. Nothing will ever be alright because nothing will ever be the same. Before, things were alright.
Suffice to say they aren't anymore.
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Post by slayer on Jun 9, 2012 15:56:32 GMT -6
==> SI: Everything is going to be alright [/size][/b] You have no idea what you expected that to accomplish. You thought it made sense, and it did, to you. Not everyone operates on douchebag Slaier logic, fuckass. You have no more words. Not for this. Trolls are a race born fighting, you fight every moment of your life, and then you fucking fight some more. This is especially true of highbloods like yourself and Lofora. So, yes, it fucking scares you to see what should be a proud and noble woman crumpled into a heap from some words you said. But more than that, it hurts you. It hurts that you can't do anything good. You can only kill, you thought you'd resigned yourself to that fate, you wanted to believe it.
You shut out everything except the idea that you could kill your way to salvation, you made everyone's fear of you an armor, no one could hurt you underneath it's thick mail.
How did that work out for you, Slaier? Here you are, holding onto a crying girl, you're doing your damnedest not to shake, lest you let her fall. You've already cracked her in places that you couldn't imagine, you don't dare drop her and shatter everything. So you'll sit there, and you'll hold her until she's done, and if you need to, you'll tell her again that it's going to be fine, that you're going to protect everyone even if it kills you. It probably will.
You're not going to cry, though. You wont wimper. And you'll stop shaking if you know what's good for you. You don't deserve to feel sorry for yourself, not anymore, not after this. Indecision is something to be put away when you become a man. That time is now, childhood is far behind you, a fleeting dream. The glorious image of the scythe wielding emperor who only lost one battle in his entire life, that's behind you, it's fiction. Not real. You look down at Lofora, this is reality. This is what you have to face, you're not a god, you're not a king, not an emperor, and you're not a fucking leader. Most of all, you're certainly not alone.
So you sit quietly, and you listen, listen to the sobbing. You will memorize this sound, it will be your constant companion, you will burn this image into your head, into your eyes, you will never forget it, this is the punishment for your hubris.
You accept it with a smile.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Everything is going to be alright.
SLAIER: Believe in me. [/spoiler] The time for pride is over. You've said a lot of nice things in time you've been talking to Lofora. People like her just bring out that small shard of goodness that you've been too afraid to let go of. When you're done here, you'll go and talk to the humans. You'll talk to them, and you'll tell them what you know, you'll tell them that your scythe is theirs. Your life, is theirs. Because they're your last hope. The last gamble a desperate man can make, grasping at the heavens, praying for salvation. It'll take some time, and more than a little bit of convincing acting, but you feel like you can do it. You're not a leader, you know that now, but you still have the blood of rulers in you. You'll do whatever it takes to bring your brethren together, to make them see that there's a better way.
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Post by lofora on Jun 9, 2012 17:29:48 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Chin up.
Damnit, you're going to try. You can't be glue like this. You're absolutely pathetic right now, in a bad way. You really, really hope that nobody is around except Slaier. You're going to look back on this and wonder, "what the fuck was going through my mind?" Sure, you lost everything. Now is the time to cry it out. But you can't help but think maybe you're making Slaier feel awkward.
LOFORA: ✯ ii waas s∞ ffuuckiing eexciiteed t∞ plaayy thhiis stuupiid ffuuckiing gaamee, n∞w l∞∞k whheeree iit g∞t mee.
You currently dislike everything. There is not a thing you like. You now realize you've forgotten your sweet picture shades, hence why he can see your tears. Fuck. You're usually wearing them. You figure you captchalogued them earlier for some reason and forgot to take them out. You don't fucking care anymore.
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A simple word. "No." With one fell swoop, you have denied Slaier everything. You declared it already. You won't believe in him, because you cannot believe in yourself. You're making no progress, damn it.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ hh∞w caan wee bee ∞kaayy?
LOFORA: ✯ eeveeryythhiing wee'vee kn∞wn iis g∞nee eexceept ff∞r uus tweelvee.
LOFORA: ✯ aand wee aall ffuuckiing hhaatee eeaachh ∞thheer aanyywaayy, ∞r wee juust d∞n't giivee aa shhiit.
You punch the ground hard, cracking it a bit. Your knuckles are now bleeding. Good going, idiot. Whatever. You don't care. That was all you needed. You're slowly calming down. You venture a guess and think that you won't stop shaking for a while. You'll probably go somewhere alone, crack open a cactus and chug the juice. Nobody knows of this, yet. But that's how you deal with your problems. Fucking pathetic. You don't even hear what he says next. You're focused on getting your emotions back under control.
You take one last sniff, and a deep breath. You've stopped crying like a fucking wiggler. You sit up.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ d∞n't teell mee thhaat thhiings aaree g∞iing t∞ bee ∞kaayy, beecaauusee thheeyy'ree n∞t.
LOFORA: ✯ buut ii geet whhaat yy∞uu meeaan.
LOFORA: ✯ thhiings wiill geet beetteer.
LOFORA: ✯ thheeyy miighht neeveer bee ∞kaayy, aand thheeyy pr∞baablyy ffuuckiing w∞n't.
LOFORA: ✯ buut thhiings wiill geet beetteer.
LOFORA: ✯ ii meeaan, caan't geet muuchh w∞rsee thhaan n∞w, duudeer.
You laugh feebly in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Once again, you're taking it upon yourself to do so. God, you need your fuckin' shades.
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Post by slayer on Jun 10, 2012 1:26:37 GMT -6
==> SI: Try harder [/size][/b] That's a given. She denies you. Denies the hope you try to give her. You expected this, you're not the hero of hope, you're the hero of rage.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: You don't now.
SLAIER: But you will.
SLAIER: Lofora, we made it this far, why wouldn't we be able to make it all the way?
SLAIER: You saw how powerful Jack is now.
SLAIER: We escaped the doom on Alternia, we survived this fucking game, and we outran something that overpowers us like nothing else.
SLAIER: Something tipped the odds in Jack's favor, but something else is tipping things in ours.
SLAIER: There's twelve of us, for the most part, we're all God Tier right now, and those humans you've resolved to help now? They have that potential as well, they have that number.
SLAIER: I'm not stupid, I've heard the whispers.
SLAIER: Their hero of space has the potential to be one of the strongest heroes in either of our sessions.
SLAIER: My thoughts are, if their Jack could make it over here and fuck us up, then we can meet up with them, twenty-four God Tiers teaming up to take back what's ours.
SLAIER: How about that? Do those odds give you hope?
SLAIER: We can make them see it Lofora, we can make them see that there's a way to win.
SLAIER: But...I can't do it alone. I need your help, I need you to believe in me, I need you on my side. [/spoiler] You stand up, position yourself in front of her, and then you crouch down so that you're on eye level with her. You extend your right arm off to the side, hold your hand out palm upwards and call out your specibus. A scythe that's more or less longer than you are tall is your weapon of choice. You hold your left hand out in front of Lofora, once again with the palm facing upwards. And you drag the scythe's blade along it. Drops of tyrian blood stream from the cut, first pooling in your hand, then trickling over the edge on the floor.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Do you see this?
SLAIER: All of this.
SLAIER: Every last drop is to ensure our victory.
SLAIER: This blood once gave me the right to rule our race, now it calls on me to prove that I ever had the ability to do so.
SLAIER: It screams at me, even now: "Protect them, don't let them die, win."
SLAIER: I can tell that yours says the same. You wanted to be something for this team, didn't you?
SLAIER: I can't promise you that victory will bring anything back.
SLAIER: But it gives us a future, and that's more than we have now.
SLAIER: I wont pretend to know what a rogue of life can do.
SLAIER: But I know more or less that life is probably a fucking amazing aspect.
SLAIER: What if you're meant to keep us alive?
SLAIER: Wouldn't you be able to reliably do that if you teamed up with me?
SLAIER: I'm not talking about some splinter faction within our group, eventually, if all goes as planned, everyone will join us.
SLAIER: I wasn't kidding when I said I needed you.
SLAIER: I'm not the best at avoiding injury, as you can plainly see.
SLAIER: I'm an idiot who always says the wrong things, or the right things at the wrong time.
SLAIER: I can kill, that's what I'm good at. Keep me alive, Lofora.
SLAIER: Help me, US, obtain an absolute fucking victory over fate and I'll show you.
SLAIER: I'll show you a world that's much better than this one. [/spoiler] You close your hand, press the wound against your shirt and wipe the blood away. The cut is still there, you're still bleeding, and it hurts like hell. You smile, this is literally the first time your blood has been spilled.
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Post by lofora on Jun 10, 2012 8:37:30 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Fucking listen to him, asshat.
Which you do, and you actually try to take him seriously.
LOFORA: ✯ thhaat's iiff eeveeryyb∞dyy geets t∞ jaack iintaact.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu'ree saayyiing thhaat n∞b∞dyy iis g∞iing t∞ diiee? eeveer?
LOFORA: ✯ caaeegaar w∞n't ffiinaallyy ffliip hheer shhiit ∞ffff thhee deeeep eend aand muurdeer s∞mee∞nee?
LOFORA: ✯ n∞nee ∞ff thhee aaliieens wiill ffuuck uup thhaat baadlyy?
LOFORA: ✯ thhee pr∞speect ∞ff eeaachh ∞nee ∞ff uus geettiing thheeree hh∞neestlyy iisn't s∞meethhiing ii caan taakee s∞laacee iin.
LOFORA: ✯ thheeree miighht bee een∞uughh, yyeeaahh, buut n∞t aall ∞ff uus. aand thhaat scaarees mee eeveen m∞ree...
LOFORA: ✯ ...buut ffuuck iit.
LOFORA: ✯ iit's w∞rthh aa tryy.
LOFORA: ✯ riighht n∞w, ii ∞nlyy beeliieevee iin yy∞uu aab∞uut hhaalffwaayy, p∞ssiiblyy aa biit m∞ree.
LOFORA: ✯ buut thhaat's myy iissuuee. ii'll hheelp yy∞uu ∞uut.
He then gets in front of you and whips out his monster scythe. That thing always kinda freaked you out. But, then again, it's no cactus. Cacti seemed to be hella effective. You wonder why people get so freaked out because of them. He cuts himself, and soon he begins to bleed onto the floor. You wonder if he literally needed to do that.
He explains things. You understand and agree. You've done some lifey shit in the past. You know you can heal people, but you're not sure how. You did it in your world a few times, but after you did so the consorts always straight skirted on out of there.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ beetteer?
LOFORA: ✯ ii... ii d∞n't eeveen ffuuckiing kn∞w aanyym∞ree.
LOFORA: ✯ ii caan't beeliieevee yy∞uu, buut ii hhaavee t∞.
LOFORA: ✯ uughh... thhiis hh∞neestlyy suucks.
LOFORA: ✯ aals∞ yy∞uu'ree aan iidii∞t. c'meeree.
You smile and take his hand, clasping his injured one in between both of yours. You wonder if you can still even do this. You've done it before. You focus briefly. Blue flames emerge from where his hand is. They don't hurt, but something does. You wince a little, but you then pull back and look at his hand. Healed.
You remove your gloves. You can plainly tell that your hands are both cut in the exact place that his was, but the cuts aren't nearly as deep, and you're not bleeding. They hurt, yeah, but it's nothing you're going to lose your dome over. You put your gloves back on.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ hh∞w neeaat iis thhaat?
LOFORA: ✯ preettyy neeaat, ii kn∞w.
LOFORA: ✯ juust... d∞n't g∞ muurdeeriing yy∞uurseelff juust beecaauusee ii caan briing yy∞uu baack.
LOFORA: ✯ thhiis whh∞lee "∞hh hheeyy n∞w ii'm hhuurt" shhiit hhaasn't hhaappeeneed beeff∞ree ii d∞n't thhiink.
LOFORA: ✯ buut ii thhiink, siincee ii baasiicaallyy c∞piieed iit twiicee, b∞thh iinjuuriiees aaree leess seeveeree?
LOFORA: ✯ ii duunn∞. ii hhaavee aa l∞t ∞ff thhiinkiing t∞ d∞. shhiit.
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Post by slayer on Jun 10, 2012 9:30:23 GMT -6
==> SI: Enjoy progress [/size][/b] Fuck and yes. You are making some progress. You start to feel slightly less useless. The fact that Lofora effectively took your wound is slightly more unsettling than what you'd hoped a Rogue of Life could do. You make a mental note not to go off and get yourself gored or some shit, it just might kill her to put that back together. Foor a moment you think about what she said; what were the chances of everyone living to the end? Not one hundred percent, but not fucking zero either. Anything was better than zero.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Yes, better.
SLAIER: Whatever comes out will be better than Alternia, better than Prospit, Derse, or Skaia.
SLAIER: I'll give you a free pass at kicking my ass if it's not. [/spoiler] She believes in you, even if it's just a small amount, someone believes in you. You feel somewhat productive. Fucking progress all up in this Incipisphere!
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: I really didn't intend to do all of this gushing today.
SLAIER: Or fucking ever.
SLAIER: I guess this is one of those "meant to happen" things.
SLAIER: I don't know if everyone will make it through, I don't know if Caegar will keep her shit calm long enough for us to win again, but neither do you.
SLAIER: No one does. It's a huge fucking variable.
SLAIER: We wont know until we try. [/spoiler] You stand up and put away that ungogly huge scythe. You run a hand through your hair, your hand of course, and over one of your horns.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Jegus, I have the most fucking asymmetrical horns ever!
SLAIER: Why didn't any of you tell me?
SLAIER: This shit has to look ridiculous. [/spoiler] You've opened a can of wrigglebeasts, one that can't be closed again, but you think it's time to take a detour for all of this gloom and doom. Shit's not good for morale. So you make a joke, because anything is better than being sad right now, no more despair when puzzle pieces start hauling ass to connect with each other. Everything IS going to be alright, you think to yourself. You just might start to believe it at this rate.
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Post by lofora on Jun 10, 2012 10:35:59 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Accomplish.
Word up. All these revelations and progressions and feels can't be good for you, but you imagine you'll be stable again one of these sweeps. Still, despite this, you don't believe Slaier when he says the world is going to be better.
BS: ✯ ii'll aacceept thhaat ∞ffffeer.
BS: ✯ hheeee hheeee, d∞n't ff∞rgeet yy∞uu maadee iit.
BS: ✯ aand waatchh yy∞uur baack.
You grin, making an "ooooooh" sound while wiggling your fingers around like you suspect a ghost would. You're obviously being spooky as fuck. And ominous, too. That too. You're one multi-dimensional chick.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ yyeeaahh, yy∞uu'ree teelliing mee.
LOFORA: ✯ thhaat's thhee ffiirst tiimee ii'vee eeveer criieed aand ii'm deeffff∞ n∞t ffeeeeliing d∞iing thhaat aagaaiin ff∞r aa whhiilee.
LOFORA: ✯ shhiit suuckeed.
LOFORA: ✯ aand juust beetweeeen yy∞uu aand mee, iiff aanyy∞nee deeciidees t∞ ffliip thheeiir shhiit aand staart thhee muurdeeriiziing?
LOFORA: ✯ ii'vee beeeen praactiiciing uusiing tw∞ caactii aat ∞ncee.
You grin. Mua-ha-fucking-ha. If one wasn't bad enough, now you have a cactus to parry. Or another spiky ass club to bring down upon the domes of those unfortunate enough to piss you off. Which is actually super rare. You don't think you've ever been mad at anyone here yet. No, nope, you haven't. Not even at Caegar. Actually, you haven't talked to Caegar yet. What's her deal? She probably just needs to try meditation. Or cactus juice. No, meditation. The juice is yours.
Then, Slaier proceeds to embarrass himself. You, with your horizontal s-shaped horns, have perfect symmetry. Fuck to the yeah. You look at Slaier's horns and stroke your chin, thinking. Theorizing. Art-ing.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ aactuuaallyy, thheeyy'ree iinteereestiing.
LOFORA: ✯ ii meeaan iiff yy∞uu l∞∞k aat thheem ffr∞m aan aartiistiic staandp∞iint.
LOFORA: ✯ thhee shhaarp c∞ntraast beetweeeen thhee tw∞ ∞ff thheem giivees aan aaiir ∞ff iimpeerffeectii∞n.
LOFORA: ✯ whhiichh iin iitseelff c∞ntraasts wiithh yy∞uur bl∞∞d c∞l∞r aand thhee eexpeectaatii∞ns deeriiveed ffr∞m iit.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uur hh∞rns aaree, eesseentiiaallyy, s∞ciiaal c∞mmeentaaryy iin aactii∞n.
LOFORA: ✯ yy∞uu thhiink thheeyy l∞∞k riidiicuul∞uus.
LOFORA: ✯ thhaat c∞uuld reepreeseent thhee iimaagee ∞ff s∞mee∞nee deeeemeed "peerffeect" byy s∞ciieetyy, ∞r s∞mee∞nee whh∞ hhaas peerffeectii∞n t∞ liivee uup t∞, ffeeeeliing thhee iimmeensee preessuuree ∞ff saaiid peerffeectii∞n.
LOFORA: ✯ ∞veeraall ii beeliieevee iit's aa stuunniing viisuuaal reepreeseentaatii∞n ∞ff peerffeectii∞n's iinnaattaaiinaabiiliityy.
LOFORA: ✯ aand eeveeryy tr∞ll's ffruuiitleess quueest t∞ aattaaiin thhaat whhiichh caann∞t bee.
LOFORA: ✯ ∞ff c∞uursee, thhaat c∞nceept c∞uuld eeaasiilyy bee eextraap∞laateed eelseewhheeree iin daaiilyy liiffee, iincluudiing thhiis giiaant spaacee r∞ck, buut ii'll leeaavee aanyy ffuurthheer iinquuiisiitii∞n t∞ yy∞uu.
LOFORA: ✯ naawmsaayyiin, duudeer?
It does not occur to you that he may not know what you're saying.
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Post by slayer on Jun 10, 2012 12:00:05 GMT -6
==> SI: Be fucking scared [/size][/b] You are. You think you have some hidden cactus phobia. Shit's awful. You shudder once more. Cacti are evil, you are convinced that it is Lofora the other trolls need to worry about, not you and certainly not Jack Noir. You put aside that thought, because it is quite morbid and not fucking humorous you tool shed.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: I am more than a little glad that cacti don't grow underwater.
SLAIER: And are not immune to being cut the fuck in half.
SLAIER: Not that I'm scared or anything.
SLAIER: You don't scare me. [/spoiler] She's critiquing your horns. What in the actual fuck is going on here? You gawk at this-likely insane-girl, it looks exactly like this.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Lofora. No.
SLAIER: This isn't happening. You did not just sit there and objectively analyze my horns.
SLAIER: That shit didn't happen.
SLAIER: You are not, like, fucking Troll Monet.
SLAIER: It doesn't work like that. I made a very reasonable statement assuming my horns were absurd.
SLAIER: I mean, look at them!
SLAIER: What kind of cruel joke is this? I'm not even the Scorpio troll!
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Post by lofora on Jun 10, 2012 12:15:37 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Be confused.
Yeah, as if you don't have that on lockdown most of the time. Or all of the time.
LOFORA: ✯ weell ii hhaad aa caactuus r∞∞m c∞nneecteed t∞ myy hhiivee thhaat weent aab∞vee waateer, s∞ ii maadee d∞.
LOFORA: ✯ aand thheesee aaree liikee suupeercaactii. iit taakees aa l∞t t∞ cuut thheem, ff∞r reeaal thh∞uughh.
LOFORA: ✯ aand ii'm glaad, ii d∞n't thhiink ii shh∞uuld scaaree aanyy∞nee.
You smile, all kinds of content. You don't want to scare people. You do not quite get it that Slaier might be a little more than uncomfortable at the fact that you use cacti as weapons. You don't attack unless provoked.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ∞hh n∞, thhiis iis hhaappeeniing.
LOFORA: ✯ ii'm maakiing thhiis hhaappeen.
LOFORA: ✯ iin ffaact, ii maadee iit hhaappeen.
LOFORA: ✯ ii diid aanaalyyzee yy∞uur hh∞rns; ii c∞uuld d∞ miinee t∞∞ iiff yy∞uu waant.
LOFORA: ✯ tr∞ll m∞neet iis myy iid∞l.
LOFORA: ✯ aand thheeyy aareen't aabsuurd, thheeyy aaree iindiispuutaablee syymb∞ls ∞n thhee ffuutiiliityy ∞ff chhaasiing peerffeectii∞n. ii'vee aalreeaadyy g∞nee ∞veer thhiis.
LOFORA: ✯ ii peers∞naallyy beeliieevee aa tr∞ll's hh∞rns reeffleect thheeiir peers∞naaliityy quuiitee p∞eetiicaallyy iiff yy∞uu'd bee wiilliing t∞ ∞peen yy∞uur miind t∞ neew iideeaas aand taakee thhee tiimee t∞ c∞nsiideer thhee miinuutee deetaaiils.
LOFORA: ✯ whhaat iis thhiis, yy∞uu aask?
LOFORA: ✯ thhiis iis myy w∞rld, ii ffiind aart aand meeaaniing iin aanyythhiing, duudeer.
LOFORA: ✯ weelc∞mee t∞ myy w∞rld.
LOFORA: ✯ keeeep yy∞uur aarms aand leegs iinsiidee thhee veehhiiclee aat aall tiimees.
LOFORA: ✯ wee'ree eexpeectiing tuurbuuleencee.
You smile. You're pretty sure you've won this argument, if it could be considered an argument. Besides, it wasn't his fault he was culturally lacking. You'd just have to get him back to speed with the times.
But wait. The times don't constitute anything anymore. There are twelve trolls left. And nobody here knows shit about culture. Damn. It looks like it's down to you to be the cultural historian. Fuck. You're def not feeling that job. Whatever. You got this. You mean, in the future, when the time comes to get this.
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Post by slayer on Jun 10, 2012 12:39:24 GMT -6
==> SI: Be open minded [/size][/b] You try to be open minded, but you just can't get over the fact that you are undeniably scorpion themed, yet scorpions don't live underwater.
Oh jegus. What if you're lobster themed?! No, shut up weird alien thoughts. Your horns are obviously a claw and a stinger, lobsters don't even have stingers. They don't fight, they exist to be delicious. Wait, Lofora is making those weird noises that should be words again. Fuck. Super cacti? What the hell? Wasn't Caegar supposed to be the insane troll?
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: In this new universe we're hopefully going to get to, I am going to personally fucking murder all of the cacti. No cacti. [/spoiler] You reach up and rub your ungodly sharp stinger shaped horn. Jegus, why is it shaped like that? Is this your punishment for being born too chronologically close to your ancestor? Why is HE scorpion themed? He's more like a spider, or a shark. Oh jegus fuck, were there SHARK themed trolls? Holy crap, that would be cool. But you don't know what a shark is, so you don't actually think that. But, you totally would if you did.
Shit. You just realized you kind of zoned out, the last thing you heard was Lofora's weird little comparison of the current discussion to a vehicle of some sort.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Lofora.
SLAIER: I'm not a lobster, right?
SLAIER: That would ruin my day.
SLAIER: ...perpetual night. What the fuck ever.
SLAIER: I've never been good with art, it's not my thing. Nor is music, that's Baltyr. Hell, I didn't even know our culture HAD music until he told me.
SLAIER: Video games and shit were my whole life before this. [/spoiler] |
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Post by lofora on Jun 10, 2012 12:59:25 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Blackmail.
Spoiler alert. That comes later.
LOFORA: ✯ whhaat n∞ ii caan't ffiighht wiithh aanyythhiing eelsee.
LOFORA: ✯ duudeer, seerii∞uuslyy, meell∞w hhaarshheed.
What a jerk. Gonna take away all of your weapons. You need those! Otherwise, you literally cannot fight.
Then he talks about being a lobster? Uh, ok. What the fuck ever. But, you believe you can use this situation to your advantage. Not exploiting, exploiting is for jackasses with no morals. You're not doing that.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ iiff yy∞uu kiill aall ∞ff myy caactii ii wiill caall yy∞uu l∞bsteer b∞yy ff∞r thhee reest ∞ff yy∞uur liiffee.
LOFORA: ✯ s∞ ii beeliieevee wee aaree aagreeeed.
LOFORA: ✯ myy caactii liivee, aand yy∞uu aaree n∞t aa l∞bsteer.
LOFORA: ✯ aagreeeed?
You extend a hand and smile a genuinely happy smile. You believe that you've simply met halfway with Slaier and have come to terms with him.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ aals∞, thhaat's reeaallyy saad.
LOFORA: ✯ reemiind mee t∞ shh∞w yy∞uu s∞mee- waaiit ffuuck.
LOFORA: ✯ aaww.
LOFORA: ✯ daamn.
Mellow harshed.
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Post by slayer on Jun 10, 2012 13:29:04 GMT -6
==> SI: Murder Lofora [/size][/b] You whip out your trusty scythe and slice Lofora's head clean off.
Or you would.
If you were a douchebag. You scowl, like a legitimate scowl. You are not pleased with this development. Of course, you merely have to feign agreement, you could easily lie now and then systematically exterminate the cacti over a long period of time, nobody but you would have to know. Yes, this is an acceptable solution.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Fair enough.
SLAIER: I shall spare your spiny demons until further notice.
SLAIER: Or perhaps I wont notify you at all. [/spoiler] Dude? What the fuck! Didn't you just resolve to keep this shit on a need to know basis for the next one hundred and forty years?! You are hella bad at keeping secrets, this revelation astonishes you, but it's really not TOO surprising. After all, you had little to no social contact while you were in your KICKASS SKULL CASTLE, so you never developed many social skills.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: You do realize that, for all intents and purposes, we still have the internet?
SLAIER: Our internet.
SLAIER: My ancestor wasn't an idiot, he didn't keep all of our servers on-world.
SLAIER: I know for a fact that we can still access Grubtube, that's how I've been watching My Little Hoofbeast this whole time.
SLAIER: So...you know, I'm sure there are a few troll deviantarts and troll tindecks up. [/spoiler] |
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Post by lofora on Jun 10, 2012 13:50:49 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Thumbs up!
He accepts your terms in a grumbly sort of tone. Whatever good enough! You flash him your best grin/thumbs up COMBO before moving on.
And almost cringing at his taste in things. You have never been able to see the appeal in My Little Hoofbeast, but you keep your slight disdain to yourself. You wish to keep your friend. But still. Troll deviantart? Troll tindeck? For shame. You wag your finger.
LOFORA: ✯ thh∞see aaree tw∞ suubpaar cuultuuree diistriibuut∞rs.
LOFORA: ✯ juust saayyiing. s∞rryy.
LOFORA: ✯ tr∞ll s∞uundcl∞uud, ff∞r ∞nee, iis thhee shhiit ∞ff shhiits.
LOFORA: ✯ aand ii preeffeer viisuuaal aart iin iits phhyysiicaal ff∞rm.
LOFORA: ✯ hheeree uum d∞ yy∞uu hhaavee aanyythhiing ∞n yy∞uu thhaat caan geet t∞ thhee iinteerneet?
You know exactly what songs you are going to show him. You fancy them your favorites in the world, if not slightly too obscure for most people. You know fully well you're going to have to tone down your musical tastes, but you love these songs the same. And art? Oh, you could go on. But you won't. Because you think looking at art on the internet is impure.
You're gonna miss physical copies of paintings, considering you burn all you create.
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