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Post by bomb on Jun 11, 2012 10:00:03 GMT -6
==> KOIRAN: Relax
What are you talking about? You ARE relaxed. You are relaxed as HECK over here. You're like negative relaxed. Comatose relaxed. Hell, you are BORED TO DEATH relax. Completely, utterly, not-losing-your-mind-rela-
Actually, who are you kidding? You are losing your gogdamn mind here.
You don't know where you are, you don't know if there's anyone else here on wherever/whatever-this-place-is, sure there was that memo you responded to but that could have happened anywhere else, you can't confirm that from where the others are responding is the same place or area you in, and this silence! This gogdamn no-noiseness! It's really getting you worked up. And not in a good way, the high pitch buzzing noise you hear in your ears when there IS no noise. What is even up with that? Granted any noise would be welcome at this point, but the only noise you've heard in this place since, practically forever was this scream that must have been pretty loud to have made it to wherever you're standing. And you are definitely not keen on going anywhere near what could have caused or made that scream. It could have been some other troll...or it could be a scary-ass monster or alien from hell.
You know, you're going to dig a hole in the ground since you are pretty sure you're walking in circles. You could be flying if you weren't so shit at using the power that was gogdamn given to you when you were hatched, but nope! Guess not! Just keep on walking and be the lazy-ass who didn't bother practicing it!
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Jegus, everywhere in this place looks exactly the same to you!
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jun 11, 2012 18:01:26 GMT -6
==> BALTYR: Do Heart ShitA wrathful aura wraps around you as you trudge through the gray halls of the meteor the party landed on. You're not yet sure how you feel. Angry? Irritated? Disturbed? All of these emotions are generally conflicting inside of you. Your hair is in a tangled mess, your clothes are dirty- shit, things were going downhill. Luckily the game mechanisms seem to have included running water, electricity, and internet within this place. Fuck yes. Skaia = 1, Alternia = Fuck you. You have to admit you enjoyed the game far more than your old home. Or you did. Before that motherfucker Noir destroyed everything. Motherfuckers aside, you pause- a second aura is somewhere near. Anxiety washes over you. Whoa. Someone else is here, whoever cannot be yet told. Fun shit. And they weren't doing so well. You find a low-blooded troll trudging through the hallways with an aggravated amount of boredom on her face. You also decide that this second person bullshit is getting tiring and you switch to third person. Way to fucking go, Baltyr. --- The blue-blooded troll turned a corner to see the troll walking away from him, further down the gray hallways. He hadn't talked to Koiran a much, but it wasn't from lack of- no wait, it WAS from lack of trying. That was it, he remembered now. When it came to trolling his friends, he just tended to troll a select handful. After all, during HIS time in Alternia he was basically keeping his moirail alive. Fat lotta good that did him- Vedant was dead, didn't really matter anymore. Despite, Baltyr found himself relieved. He wasn't meant to be a lusus. Now he could focus on himself and his own heart shit. BALTYR: y0u l00k l0st
BALTYR: what are y0u d0in way 0ut here?
Baltyr crossed his arms, his black eyes upon her. A hint of blue could be seen in them, the darkest midnight blue. His expression wasn't that of shrewd dislike or irritation, but one of apathy. His heart settled as he talked to her- he was never really angry at the other trolls, it was more like he was a guardian of them. The weaker ones needed one, especially. Anguis needed protection from her kismesis, Caegar needed protection from her emotions- it was all a game of balancing out others' emotions. Heart shit. It was delicate. |
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Post by bomb on Jun 12, 2012 9:39:55 GMT -6
==>
You continue to trudge your way through this seemingly endless hallway,having absolutely no intentions of turning around or do a double take because seriously, it'll just be the same endless stretch of gray walls and a path that probably leads up to nowhere. Or a dead end. Doesn't matter, you're lost anyway.
Wait, who said you were lost? You didn't know where you are in the first place, and also no idea where you're headed off to now. You continued a few more paces before stopping dead in your tracks, there was someone else here. And not like, scary-monster-from-hell, but an actual troll! You don't know whether to be happy or relieved or in another sense, cautious. You stop talking in second person because even this is starting to get to your nerves and decided to talk normal. As normal as talking in third person can get anyway. Koiran decided to turn around and face whoever was approaching behind her and was oddly surprised that it really was another troll. And a blue blood at that. And one that she has never really trolled before, not that she didn't bother. She was usually quite into trolling most of her friends but she suppose she's trolled so many of them that one or two of them slipped under her radar. She IS aware that Baltyr, that was his name if Koiran recalls correctly, was one of the twelve of them who also played the game though.
Usually, she would watch her words around highhbloods, but due to the lack of any form of interaction or communication for the past who-knows-how-long, from trudging through the same stretch of grey hallways, and also the amount of SHIT that they've all just been through, what with the losing against Jack and getting sent hurling to somewhere else at the last minute before they went "kaboom", Koiran couldn't care less about how she presents herself.
Koiran: wha+ gave youuu +ha+ idea?
Koiran: yeah i'm looost, sooo wha+?
Koiran: i could ask +he same +hing abouuu+ youuu
The small sized, yellow-blooded troll stared right back at the highblood, crossing her arms as she does so. Usually, she wouldn't have this much confidence to talk back to a highblood like this. But exhaustion and boredom has caused her to be cranky and careless with her words.
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Post by VEDANT ONETTE on Jun 12, 2012 13:36:54 GMT -6
==>BALTYR: i simply d0nt get l0st, hehe
BALTYR: Way t00 c00l f0r that y0
BALTYR: ßut i d0 keep a l00k0ut f0r tr0lls wh0 are all al0ne 0ut here
BALTYR: wh0 kn0ws what kind 0f caegar y0u might run int0
BALTYR: walkin thr0ugh here all with0ut a clue and shit
BALTYR: a mad caegar, a ßl00dthirsty caegar... mayße just a shad0w that l00ks like her
BALTYR: and y0u kn0w h0w much she likes culling
This was a joke of course but Baltyr couldn't help it- it was in his nature. The handful of lowbloods left seemed pretty terrified of her. He didn't blame them, but he didn't join them either. It was a funny game to watch. They all took blood so seriously and here he was not caring. It was all rather infuriating at times, seeing the lesser tremble because something as ignorant as an unseen color below your skin. But Baltyr could smell it- he knew peoples' insides. Like Mallic, the average blue-blooded troll. Or mustard-blood here, with her arms all crossed, her gaze reminding him of a certain stubborn someone with green blood. BALTYR: f0ll0w me if y0u wanna get ßack t0 the huß
BALTYR: cant have an ally dying 0n us when a dem0n is 0n the l00se
BALTYR: destr0ying 0ur planets and all that
BALTYR: after all if were g0nna ßeat his ass we need all the help we can get
BALTYR: ßy the way i didnt ign0re y0u 0n purp0se k0i
BALTYR: i just had stuff g0in d0wn that needed t0 ße handled
He wasn't such a dick, even if he generally did his own thing and avoided others. Team player? Not exactly. More like, he gets shit done without others getting in his way or whatever. With that he turned around, pointing to the corner he'd rounded just minutes ago. This place was deliberately difficult to maneuver through it seemed. Baltyr wondered what kind of horrors lurked within these labs, used to create the agents that fought on Skaia only days ago. That all seemed like a dream now, to be honest. Fighting the King with his friends- then at other times he wondered if this was another part of the game. Were they meant to find another dumbass puzzle in the middle of this concrete maze? Snoresville. Either way, they had humans to troll and Baltyr had a plan that would hopefully get him off this gog-forsaken rock. He needed all of his friends' help if they were to do this. And a lot of fucking power. |
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Post by bomb on Jun 13, 2012 8:30:02 GMT -6
==> Koiran: please, i sooo nooot afraid ooof caegar
Which is in any case, more or less a damn lie. Koiran has never really talked to caegar before, nor does she want to. She heard things about her. Really, really bad things. Terrifying things in fact. And it is true that she does like culling. Well, she's a highblood, what else could you expect from the psychotic clown bitch as people tend to call her. At least, that's what Anguis calls her. Whatever the fact, Koiran is at least relieved to run into someone who ISN'T Caegar, despite him still being a blue blood and all. Baltyr, at least to Koiran, still seem like one of them nicer highbloods.
Koiran: pff+
Koiran: like one more of uuus dying is going +ooo make any difference
Koiran: buuu+ wha+ever
Koiran: i+'ll bea+ wandering arouuund here
Koiran: and i+'s alrigh+
Koiran: i unders+tand
Koiran: wha+ wi+h all +hem irooons in +he fire and wha+ nooo+
Koiran tilted her head a little to follow where the other troll was pointing and noticed that she had apparently walked right past a corner. Guess she was just too caught up in her own second-person thought process that she hadn't realize just where she was going. Koiran walked forward a few paces towards the way Baltyr was pointing and turned to look back at the blue-blood.
Koiran: sooo are we going ooor wha+
All this seemed pretty weird to Koiran though, like it wasn't really happening. Considering what they went through just a couple of days ago? Maybe weeks. Fighting the Black King, losing, being sent to this place. That and the fact that their entire planet just upped and left the building, everything they ever knew and loved. Gone, just like that. Their Lusus', hives. Poof! All not there anymore. And now the twelve of them are what's left of their race. Koiran imagined them, her friends that is, to have all grown at least a little closer in terms of friendship. But nope, everyone's just as hostile to each other as ever. Or at least the ones who are usually hostile to others are. Like Caegar.
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