the angel and the underworld king [MILLES]

[miitwona]

>AETERN: SPY ON YELLOWBLOOD

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You peer through your CHARON MKX scope and spy on a female yellowblood several hundred miles away.

You have been watching this female for several days, although she has done nothing of interest, you are curious as to why she lives so high up. You hope she is a fellow sniper. You do not yet realize what kind of hell you are about to unleash upon yourself.

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--aidoneusTerminus[AT] began trolling sordidSeraph[SS]--
AT: female.
AT: i have taken interest.
AT: in your hive that is.
AT: timely res9onse requested.
AT: Ωterminate greetingΩ

[maidofhope]

> MILLES: FUCK WITH PEOPLE

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On it.

You've recently learned how to unbutton things from afar. Shirts were coming off, pants were falling down... Things were great. You believe you saw someone get slapped, too! Now that's what you call fun times. You giggle to yourself, looking down on the ants below you. You're only a yellowblood, but you feel like a-

Your freaking husktop beeps. Who would even contact you? You check and, at least according to the text, it is none other than your royal will-probably-not-eventually-be highness.

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SS: ~=^=~ Oh lookit you! ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ All talking to little yellow me and shit. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ How may I help you, your highness? ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Do you need me to button your clothes for you? ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Tie your own shoes? ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Chew your own food for you then feed it to you using a nice, purple funnel? ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ I probably have a quality funnel laying around here somewhere. ~=^=~

You grin to yourself, deeming this conversation a success already.

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[miitwona]

>AETERN: BE PLEASED

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Status set to: Pleased

The yellowblood is receptive to your interest, you are happy, so happy you could smile. You do not, however, actually smile, the piercings in your face make it incredibly painful.

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AT: negative.
AT: i request identification.
AT: title, swee9s, confirmation of blood color.
AT: i also deign to 9raise you.
AT: be overjoyed.
AT: your choice of elevation.
AT: it stirs feelings in my vascular 9um9.
AT: feelings of shooting things in the head.
AT: confirm: are you a sni9er?
AT: Ωterminate 9raiseΩ

[maidofhope]

> MILLES: UH?

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You stare at your screen for a moment.

Who would've thought that someone who has a chance of ruling over a people could be fucking bonkers? Oh, wait.

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SS: ~=^=~ Oh, honey, it seems like you have reading difficulties! ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ I'm sorry. :( ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ See, earlier I said"yellow" because that's the color of my blood! ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Another context clue would be my text color. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ I'm old enough, but hey, don't get ideas here, buster. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ And what do you mean, title? ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ I just fuck with people from afar. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Sorry to burst your bubble. ~=^=~

This dude's a fucking creep. Probably not even a fuchsiablood.

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[miitwona]

>AETERN: CONSIDER POSSIBILITIES

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She is mocking you.

Impossible. The yellowblood is merely being friendly, you can tell from her text patterns.

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AT: what i meant.
AT: was that some trolls ado9t a blood color.
AT: that is not their own.
AT: cisbloods, i think.
AT: scum.
AT: you are mistaken.
AT: i am not making advances.
AT: your title?
AT: the name by which you are called?
AT: i am aetern.
AT: Ωterminate ex9lanationΩ

[maidofhope]

> MILLES: UH...

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This guy is off his frickin rocker.

Seriously, who gets trolls like this?

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SS: ~=^=~ Cisbloods are trolls who say they're the same blood color they actually are. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ We're both cisbloods here. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Hope I didn't trigger you, hon. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Oh. My name. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ You could've said that first? ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Milles. You are most likely pronouncing it wrong.

You love your name, if nothing else for the sole reason that nobody pronounces it right the first time.

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[miitwona]

>AETERN: BE CORRECTED

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You feel warm inside with this infinitely more correct knowledge being added to your stores.

You scowl in a content manner. It pleases you to learn new things.

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AT: noted.
AT: i do not understand the conce9t of triggers.
AT: nor can i think of something that would cause me distress.
AT: unless the condesce was harmed.
AT: that would be incredibly distressing.
AT: you are correct.
AT: i am likely 9ronouncing it wrong in my head.
AT: i will refer to you as mil.
AT: rejoice, you are nicknamed by one of the highest highbloods.
AT: Ωterminate jestingΩ

[maidofhope]

> MILLES: SHAKE YOUR HEAD

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Mih. Yeese. You wonder how difficult your name really is. It's awesome that you can make everyone feel like an idiot, but sometimes it does get annoying, like when someone gives you a nickname that is still wrong.

SS: ~=^=~ Right. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ You are. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Call me M or something, at least with that you can be somewhat sure you're correct. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Because even Mil is wrong. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Gosh. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ C'mon. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ At least try, hon. ~=^=~

You don't want to talk to this guy. He is really, really weird. But, hey, the thought washes over you: maybe it'd be advantageous to have a seadweller on your side? Anyone who fucks with you, you'd just redirect them to a hive in the sea and they'd get fucked up. Assuming you and your psionics doesn't teach them a lession first. Heh.

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[miitwona]

>AETERN: BE PROUD

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You are finally making friends. Gl'bgolyb would be proud.

You scowl of pleasantry becomes a frown of delight. Milles is helping you to perfect her nickname. You feel as if your life has some meaning outside of shooting things now.

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AT: understood.
AT: will address as m.
AT: m, i request friendshi9.
AT: that is to say.
AT: i would like to add you to my 9ool of friends.
AT: i am not lonely.
AT: just making that clear.
AT: Ωterminate requestΩ

[maidofhope]

> MILLES: WAIT

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You're not quite sure what is even happening anymore.

SS: ~=^=~ Uh. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ What. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ You know what? ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Sure. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ I'll be your fucking friend. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ I don't befriend lonely people. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ So you're lucky there, hon. :) ~=^=~

You know he's lonely. You don't make friends with a lot of people. You're fucking with him. This is great.

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[miitwona]

>AETERN: FEEL FEELS

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You feel a feel you haven't felt for a long time.

Your vascular pump beats quickly, partially out of elation, but mostly because you are such a good liar. Milles would not have reciprocated your friendship if she knew the horrible truth: you are socially awkward.

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AT: these events 9lease me.
AT: if you ever require assistance.
AT: of any kind.
AT: you may call on me.
AT: that is now a 9rivelage that you 9ossess.
AT: Ωterminate goodwillΩ

You neglect to mention that you wont do a number of things, but you feel that it isn't necessary to expand on those things at the moment.

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[maidofhope]

> MILLES: AWW YISS

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You pump your fist. Fuck yes. Tyrianblood in your corner. Life is quite literally your entire oyster. Hah! Fish puns. You're good at this.

SS: ~=^=~ Cool. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ If you need me to fuck with someone. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Well, I'll consider it. ;) ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ I mean. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ We're not in anything serious here. ~=^=~

You don't want anything serious, too. Well, maybe a matespritship if he's hot. You could handle that. No... Emotional lovey-dovey bullshit, right? Or... Wait. Uh? Nevermind.

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[miitwona]

>AETERN: OBSERVE

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You press your eye to your scope.

Milles seems to be as into this friendship business as you are. This, too, pleases you.

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AT: do not worry about my needs.
AT: in fact.
AT: look through your window.
AT: towards the ocean.
AT: tell me what you see.
AT: Ωterminate sus9enseΩ

If Milles' eyesight is good, she'd be able to see your tower, and by extension, the barrel of a giant rifle, pointing in her general direction.

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[maidofhope]

> MILLES: AWW YISS, CONT

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Oh wait. Uh. This could be awkward. But, hey, at least he has no needs. Fuck yeah. You stand and happily move toward the window and- wait. Wait. What. Hold up. Oh. Oh. Huh. That must be how he found you. Fuckin weirdo. You make your way back to your husktop, scowling.

SS: ~=^=~ What the shit are you doing? ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ As your friend. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ I'm gonna need you to put that shit away. ~=^=~
SS: ~=^=~ Hon, you don't have to compensate. ~=^=~

You can't help but smirk at that one.

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[miitwona]

>AETERN: LEAVE GUN NEST

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You begin the shutdown sequence for your gun nest.

Your tower's rifle slides home, the viewport of the gun nest slides shut as the tower retreats into the ocean.

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AT: the gun god mki.
AT: an anti-life rifle ca9able of destroying mountains.
AT: it is my 9ride and joy as a gunsmith.
AT: this is why i most likely will not require your assistance.
AT: i 9refer to remove my enemies com9letely.
AT: immediately.
AT: com9ensate?
AT: what for?
AT: Ωterminate boastΩ