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Post by slayer on Jun 13, 2012 8:49:05 GMT -6
==> SI: Meet with Seer [/size][/b] You left a message for Caegar a few hours ago. --scorpiusImperial [SI] began trolling whitefacedInquisitor--
SI: I have some things I would like to discuss with you.
SI: Three hours.
--scorpiusImperial [SI] gave up trolling whitefacedInquisitor--
You sit on your makeshift throne, situated on the bottom floor of the building you claimed for your own. The metal is cold, so you've covered it up with a giant sheet that matches your blood color. The light spills in from above, giving everything an otherworldly appearance, you look up. The lights filter in through the ceiling, which you replaced with glass so that you could see the flooded room you sleep in above you. In the center of the glass ceiling is a stained glass mosaic resembling Alternia.
The reasons for which you summoned Caegar are manifold. For one, you felt safer in your own territory, rather than somewhere more closed off, especially with someone like the Seer of Blood, this is also the reason you have your scythe laid across your lap. The second reason is because you have some pretty cool shit set up here and you think you might be able to get on her good side with your flashiness. You have to remember that you can't deal with the Grand Highblood the way you deal with friends like Lofora and Failow, you'll have to reach deepdown int-you should stop pretending that your murderous ways are anything but a few centimeters under your new mask of kindness.
You eye the smaller chair a few feet from your throne, it has been draped in the indigo of Caegar's blood, you're sure she will appreciate this. You turn your gaze to the open door leading out to the hatch you fitted over your tunnel. All you have to do now is wait.
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Post by vio on Jun 13, 2012 10:14:40 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Answer summons.
The Emperor may be a fount of impropriety, but it takes a weight off your mind to see that he can still present himself as befits his station.
You approach the throne, dressed for the occasion. You bow deeply before him and throw yourself back into the throne, casually crossing your legs and leaning back into the indigo covering. He even got your shade right. You are slightly impressed. You give him your widest grin and meet his eyes.
CAEGAR: ^ Liking what you've done with the place, lord. ^
CAEGAR: ^ What the motherfuck is up, highest of bloods? ^ |
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Post by slayer on Jun 13, 2012 10:25:37 GMT -6
==> SI: Confront [/size][/b] There is a distinct lack of bushes for you to beat around at this very moment. You casually glance at Caegar as she takes her seat, this is the bare minimum of respect that you are required to show. You then quickly look away, making it very obvious that not only do you not give a fuck about the person sitting in that chair, but that you are far too important to completely recognize they are there. The customs must be observed. You may dislike your station, but you know how to play your role.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: I have several questions for you, Grand Highblood.
SLAIER: Tell me.
SLAIER: What is it that motivates you?
SLAIER: In this game, that is.
[/spoiler] You snap your fingers as soon as the last word leaves your mouth. The heavy doors leading into your respite block slam shut via some mechanism. You weren't kidding when you said you knew how to play your role.
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Post by vio on Jun 13, 2012 10:32:13 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Answer.
Aw shit, this motherfucker's on a roll.
You think hard about how to answer his question. If he'd asked you before you got stuck on this rock, your answer would have been a lot more complicated than what it is now.
CAEGAR: ^ Staying the fuck alive, your imperiousness. ^ |
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Post by slayer on Jun 13, 2012 10:38:22 GMT -6
==> SI: Condescend [/size][/b] You wont lie, you didn't expect that. You're fairly surprised, you didn't expect her to care about survival. You don't let it show. You turn your head to partially face her, glaring as you do so.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Staying alive.
SLAIER: How...
SLAIER: Simple.
SLAIER: As current ruler of our race, it falls on me to bear the burdens of a god.
SLAIER: To protect and maintain what is left our of proud race.
SLAIER: To give my life for this mission, if need be.
SLAIER: Answer me; for all of your pride in your blood, can you say you can do the same?
SLAIER: If I pass on, will you take my crown? Would you be able to shoulder this burden, Seer? [/spoiler] |
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Post by vio on Jun 13, 2012 10:43:54 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Be Flabberghasted.
You sure as fuck didn't see that coming. You stare blankly at the Emperor until you bust out laughing.
CAEGAR: ^ HAHAHAHAHAHA ^
CAEGAR: ^ Of course I motherfucking wouldn't! ^
CAEGAR: ^ It's not my motherfucking place. ^
CAEGAR: ^ If you go off and corpse the fuck up, Lofora is the only logical motherfucking successor. ^
CAEGAR: ^ She's higher than me. ^ |
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Post by slayer on Jun 13, 2012 10:49:26 GMT -6
==> SI: Alternian rage [/size][/b] You are not pleased at this noise coming out of Caegar's face. Your hand reflexively moves to your scythe's shaft. The noise, you hate it. It brings you back to the vomit inducing aural atrocity Lofora inflicted upon you earlier.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: SILENCE!
SLAIER: Do not presume to mock me.
SLAIER: And do not presume to speak for Lofora.
SLAIER: She has opted to remove herself from the line of succession.
SLAIER: It would fall on you, Grand Highblood.
SLAIER: Look into my eyes.
SLAIER: What do you think of me? As a ruler, as a troll, as a life form.
SLAIER: And do be honest. I can smell deception. [/spoiler] You can't, of course, but there's no reason for her to know that.
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Post by vio on Jun 13, 2012 10:55:38 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Be Silent.
You stop laughing the moment you are ordered to. Slaier's words befuddle you. Opting out? How can someone opt out of the hemospectrum? You can't even begin to wrap your head around it. You decide to speak to Lofora about this later.
You give him the truest answer you can think of and decide to let him puzzle it out for himself.
CAEGAR: ^ You're the motherfucking Emperor. ^ |
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Post by slayer on Jun 13, 2012 11:00:04 GMT -6
==> SI: Twist words [/size][/b] This is a chance to make some form of progress. You will not pass it up. You relax your posture, turning idly to look at Caegar once more. You didn't think an opportunity like this would present itself. You already know that nothing will come of it, but you decide that you have nothing to lose by trying.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Very good.
SLAIER: As expected of your blood caste. So loyal.
SLAIER: I AM the emperor.
SLAIER: And this means that my word is law.
SLAIER: You uphold my law, don't you, Seer?
SLAIER: No matter what that law may be? [/spoiler] |
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Post by vio on Jun 13, 2012 11:03:41 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Give a dissertation on the role of indigo in the caste structure.
You shrug.
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Post by slayer on Jun 13, 2012 11:08:52 GMT -6
==> SI: Be pleased [/size][/b] You are, this is all very good and conducive to progress. You smile, to let her know you're satisfied with this response, however short it was.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Wonderful.
SLAIER: Now, what if I were to dissolve the hemospectrum?
SLAIER: What then?
SLAIER: What if I were to make...the fudgeblood, Failow Luunas, your equal?
SLAIER: Keep in mind that this is purely hypothetical. [/spoiler] More importantly, you should keep in mind that she can make you shit yourself with an errant thought. This line of questioning is both foolish and dangerous, but you have to be able to reliably gauge Caegar's reaction to your decisions if you intend to be the hero.
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Post by vio on Jun 13, 2012 11:17:39 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Try not to laugh.
You try. You really, really do. But you fail.
CAEGAR: ^ HAHAHA ^
CAEGAR: ^ Never would've thought you had a motherfucking sense of humor. ^
CAEGAR: ^ With all due respect, it's not motherfucking possible. ^
CAEGAR: ^ Might as well try and hold the Dark Carnival with motherfucking science. ^
CAEGAR: ^ Or halt the coming of the Vast Honk. ^ |
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Post by slayer on Jun 13, 2012 11:23:19 GMT -6
==> SI: Drop some truth [/size][/b] Facts are required. You will deliver. What the hell is a vast honk? You suddenly realize you know very little about blood castes that aren't yours. You also know one other thing.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: What if I told you that you are literally the only obstacle to that goal being realized?
SLAIER: Everyone has discarded the notion of blood castes.
SLAIER: All but you.
SLAIER: I will be completely honest with you, Grand Highblood.
SLAIER: Not only do I intend to give the humans our full support, but I have also given the Alex human authority equivalent to my own.
SLAIER: These are trying times and only through cooperation and mutual understanding can we hope to survive.
SLAIER: Tell me, what do you think of me now? [/spoiler] |
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Post by vio on Jun 13, 2012 11:34:19 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Educate this bitch.
You stand up.
CAEGAR: ^ They're aliens, you shit-panned fuckwit ^
CAEGAR: ^ AND THE REASON WE'RE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE ^
CAEGAR: ^ The only thing they're good for ^
CAEGAR: ^ IS MOTHERFUCKING TARGET PRACTICE ^
CAEGAR: ^ HONK ^ |
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Post by slayer on Jun 13, 2012 11:41:25 GMT -6
==> SI: Intimidate [/size][/b] You object to being called derogatory names. You stand, scythe in hand. You don't look at Caegar as you stride past her, you don't even bother to watch your back as you grab the sheet covering her seat and tear it off, throwing it to the ground. There's a reason the thrones are shaped oddly. Underneath the sheet is an Alternian grave marker,"Caegar Endsie" is scrawled across the metal beams in what is unmistakably tyrian blood. You turn to Caegar.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Don't you think it's gracious of me to provide your grave marker?
SLAIER: We will cooperate with the humans, Caegar.
SLAIER: YOU will cooperate with me.
SLAIER: If you do so, I will reward you beyond your wildest imaginings when we win.
SLAIER: And we WILL win.
SLAIER: However, if you choose to oppose me.
SLAIER: Keep in mind that tyrian blooded trolls exist not only to rule, but to cull. Everysting. [/spoiler] |
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