unexpected companyy [MANILA]

[NEREID POMANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ==> Be the Seadweller. What a silly concept, you are always being the seadweller; you would never consider being someone else. Well unless that someone else was another more fuchsia hued seadweller. You could go for that. Maybe you are the fuchsia hued seadweller, maybe that was what the whole "Be the Seadweller" nonsense was about. You could definitely get behind a progressive movement like that. ==> Seriously consider that blood loss is affecting your think pan. You seriously consider the degradation of your think pan for a moment. Blood continues to flow freely from the gash in your head as you ponder. There may be a chance your faculties are in fact shirking their duties as that would be a logical reason for why you are here. Here being the middle of nowhere and headed towards her hive. But you never lose control of your think pan; you would have to be crazy to do so, and since you are not crazy and do not go crazy, you cannot be crazy. Yes, exactly those words. You decide you are in perfect mental status. ==> Knock on door to Manila's hive. You attempt to knock on the door. You miss. You try once more at the elusive move known as knocking. You are not sure how close you come to the door for blood washes over your eyes. Attempting to wipe your face proves futile. You are forever stuck because of your arm's heretic like idealism. ==> Use other arm. You wipe the blood away with your left arm and find yourself at an impasse. You would not want to muck up such a pretty door with all your blood... Right? You feel dizzy and wrong. Suddenly the door is in your face. ==> Pass out. You cannot pass out because you have already lost consciousness.

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I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight ======> Be The Scientist Okay cool. Now don't drop that vile. It could probably explode your hive and Snakemom did not react kindly the last time you did that. But lets not think about that. Seeing as she is not around at the moment and you have the hive to yourself to experiment and find new chemicals and formulas that make you happy. ======> Hear A Knock Um no. You don't. Was there supposed to be? You decide there was not and go back to carefully dripping the bass into the acid. Some might call it "dropping the base" but you know that is stupid, why would you purposefulness drop anything? Especially explosives. But you guess that is why other people are in charge of the pun sayings. Which are very stupid as you think about it, why not just say what you intend instead of adding weird humor to it? ======> Hear Loud Thud Okay that was definitely a noise. Not a knock but you are not one to be picky about their sound choices Putting you explosives down you head to the door. ======> Open Door You see your acquaintance Nereid. On the ground. And she seems to have been attacked by something? And there is a lot of blood. This is no way for a highblood to be seen you think as you lift her up and carry her to your bed. You do not really know first aid but you do know how to make some simple medicines. You feel urgency in your decisions but first you must make an important check. ======> Nervously Check SPOILER: Click to show [style=width: 225px; background: #303030; border: 1px dashed black; color: a15000; text-align: left; padding: 10 25; font-size:11px; font-family: courier new;]MANILA: Nereid? MANILA: hey ge+ up or move or some+hing! MANILA: wha+ even happened +o you? MANILA: I would apprecia+e i+ very much if you would respond +o my a++emp+s +o make sure you are okay MANILA: okay? MANILA: SAY SOME+HING!

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[NEREID POMANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ==> Regain consciousness. You really do not want to but things are suddenly much too loud and too warm. Plus your protein chute feels like you swallowed a spinebeast and not being awake for all of this would really suit you. ==> Open your eyes. Fuck off, you have already said your piece on this matter. ==> Continue to be bothered. You are ninety steps past bothered, in fact you need a new definition for bothered. But you know even that will not compare to the extreme bothered stage you are at right in this moment. You defend yourself by throwing out your arms at your mental attackers. Only one of your arms does as requested and it hits something. ==> Freak out. You proceed to do so, mentally of course. SOMEONE IS HERE AS WELL. yyOU'RE GOING TO DIE, yyOU ARE A DEFENSELESS WRIGGLER IN THIS MOMENT AND yyOU ARE GOING TO DIE. AND WITH yyOUR EyyES CLOSED yyOU FORSAKEN COWARD. OF ALL THE WAyyS. ==> Remain alive. You surprisingly do just that, prompting you to open your eyes; or eye since the other is once more bathed in purple. Manila's face greets you. SPOILER: Click to show [style=width: 350px; background: #eeeeee; border: 1px dashed #808080; color: 6a006a; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; padding: 15px;]NEREID: ... Mani- Manila?

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==> Have a moment of silence.

You will need at least twenty more of those to reflect on all the stupid choices you have made in this day alone. Your moment of silence decides to extend itself as your consciousness flickers like an unforgiving bastard. Whatever that means.[/spoiler][/center][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight ======> Sigh Loudly SPOILER: Click to show [style=width: 225px; background: #303030; border: 1px dashed black; color: a15000; text-align: left; padding: 10 25; font-size:11px; font-family: courier new;]MANILA: oh +hank highbloods MANILA: youre okay MANILA: wha+ happened +o you? MANILA: oh wha+ am I +hinking MANILA: drink +his MANILA: and is +here any+hing you need

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======> Walk Away

You do not wait for Nereid to reply.

You just hand her the concoction that you made a few seconds ago and head off to your kitchen to grab food and drink. You aren't really sure you have much but you grab all of it.

======> Almost Fall

Whoops. Don't do that.

You know you really cant see past the half full bags for food and bottles of drinks you hold. You should really be more careful about that. You should still hurry though, Nereid might be still dying.

======> Get Back To Nereid

Finally you are back by your bed side. And Nereid still hasn't seemed to speak. You hope she isn't in shock. Or any other life threatening. You clear off all your chemicals from your desk carefully (don't want any explosions) and place the food looking at her to see what she wants.
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[NEREID POMANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ==> Demand answers. You cannot demand answer due to the only troll possibly having them being gone. You could root around in your memory but your head is pretty much imploding in slow motion. You assume you got into a fight with another landdweller shithead and stop probing your mind further. Oh sweet, sweet agony. ==> Suspiciously examine concoction. Since you find yourself hard pressed to move at the current moment you might as well entertain the idea of drinking the poison that brown blood has gifted you. It looks and smells about as awful as anything borne not from the sea and you assure yourself you will not be partaking upon this delicacy any time soon. ==> Be less alone. Manila returns and with food, but you find yourself about as inclined to eat with the brown blood as you do to drink this poison. Perhaps you are being a bit irrational and prideful to be denying much needed help or perhaps you are being a perfectly sane seadwealler. It is rather hard to think straight with all this noise and pain, but mostly noise. You decide you will forever hate noise. ==> Try for answers again. How convenient it is to have to be making you and her both make noise after your declaration. You decide that this perigee has truly been conspiring against you with all that fate has thrown at you. SPOILER: Click to show [style=width: 350px; background: #eeeeee; border: 1px dashed #808080; color: 6a006a; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; padding: 15px;]NEREID: If I may be so bold as to ask why I am here? NEREID: I hope this wasn't your idea, was it?

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==> Be bad at being grateful.

You are already doing that, you are always doing that. You are sure you were born without the gratitude sensors or whatever. But you suppose you could be doing worse a lot worse.

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NEREID: I'm also bleeding a lot as you can see.
NEREID: Fetch me some form of cloth to wipe this away.
NEREID: Preferably a clean one.

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I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight ======> Watch The Highblood Nereid seems to be internally arguing with herself. You cant really seem to understand what it would be about but you just stand by and watch the internal battle. You have nothing better to do really as she hasn't taken the food or talked yet. ======> Oh Wait Yes, she did you idiot. The highblood asked you a question. ======> Answer SPOILER: Click to show [style=width: 225px; background: #303030; border: 1px dashed black; color: a15000; text-align: left; padding: 10 25; font-size:11px; font-family: courier new;]MANILA: oh well MANILA: you just kinda showed up MANILA: I um.... Think it was your idea MANILA: and yes I see the blood

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======> Show The Towels
You lift up the sheet on your bed to show that underneath are grey towels. You take one neatly folded towel from under the bed and extend it to Nereid. You know it's weird to have towels under your bed, but with the chemicals and the markers that fly around your room during an average science or math session you need the cleaning things to be safe. They really aren't dirty

======> Offer Food Again
She really does look pale. Despite the dark purple smears.

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MANILA: please eat
MANILA: or at least drink the medicine I have made
MANILA: I understand you skepticism but I promise it's good
MANILA: please highblood you have lost blood and look pale
MANILA: if not to please me to gain back your strength

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[NEREID POMANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ==> Puzzle over that information calmly. You did WHAT!? Ow, no yelling. Of all hives you came to this one, and willingly? You are not so sure about backing your usual claims of sanity because this is not sane. In fact this is probably a cry of help from your conscious. You little seadweller shit what have you done? What will become of your reputation now? Actively seeking out brownbloods for the sake of it? You are ruined... Well you didn't really have many allies who looked up at you so maybe not ruined at all. ==> Pleasantly accept towel. You are torn between avoiding touching the thing that came out from that mysterious collection of blankets and pulling out your eyes since you can't see anyways. Eventually your irritation over the traitorous blood trying to drown you wins out and you grad the towel. You don't find it pleasing against your skin but it's allowing you to breathe easier so it kind of works out in the end. ==> Digest the lesser of two evils. You aren't sure how you could possibly figure out which of the two is less likely to kill you, so you go for the closest one and immediately regret it. The liquid burns going down and you are pretty sure you just gagged a bit at the after taste. This is obviously an assassination attempt, the brownblood always wanted you dead and now she's getting her wish when you're at your weakest! What kind of pacifist is she?! The lying kind obviously. ==> Be rightfully indignant. You are! You whirl around to face her at where she stands, and get a little dizzy, but you level a finger at her and nearly snarl preparing to give her a piece of your thinkpan. Or pie. You think you would give her a piece of pie if you had one. What? What are you thinking? Wait a piece of your mind, that's what you were doing! Oh jegus between that drink and blood loss you are starting to taste colors. SPOILER: Click to show [style=width: 350px; background: #eeeeee; border: 1px dashed #808080; color: 6a006a; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; padding: 15px;]NEREID: yyou're actuallyy kind of prettyy~ NEREID: I never noticed it before~ NEREID: I bet yyou think I'm prettyy as well~

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==> Have regrets.

You find it hard to do that at the current moment, but there is some part of your thinkpan that is having something akin to an aneurysm. It's probably justified and something you should worry about but you can't. You can barely see too, things are a bit blurry. You have some how traded pain for malfunction eyes. You are not sure that was a good idea.

Holy crap there's something in your hand, when did it get there? Oh it's the bottle. You take a whiff and there something more potent to it than the landdweller smell. It takes your thinkpan a bit to identify it but when you do you're a bit surprised.

==> Question host.

You suppose you should, you don't think you signed up for this. You could be wrong though, you did come here by yourself. Right? You glance over at Manila.

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NEREID: Whyy did yyou give me a sophoric drink?~
NEREID: How strong is it anyywayy?~
NEREID: Heyy Manila I feel prettyy great right now actuallyy~

Your speaking quirk is full blown by now, and any trace of you being authoritarian is long gone. But at least you aren't slurring your words together or anything.

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I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight ======> Be Unsure You can't really be any other way at this point, besides that weird confession-compliment that just came out of Nereid's mouth, was definitely something to be unsure about. You know it's probably just a reaction to the medicine but it still makes you uncomfortable to hear a kind word from a highblood. Especially when they are half high off medicine and dizzy in your room. It just isn't right. ======> Sit Her Down Clearly Nereid isn't in her right mind so you go over to her to help her sit back down on your bed. At least some of the blood on her is gone. Blood has always made you uncomfortable, especially when it's purple. You try and steady her before pushing her down a bit so her legs will bend to the edge of the bed. ======> Um.... SPOILER: Click to show [style=width: 225px; background: #303030; border: 1px dashed black; color: a15000; text-align: left; padding: 10 25; font-size:11px; font-family: courier new;]MANILA: well it shouldn+ be +oo s+rong MANILA: I jus+ added +he s+andard dose MANILA: I um ha+e +o say i+ bu+ +here is no reason for you +o be ac+ing s+range besides blood loss MANILA: and +ha+ would only really lower your fil+er MANILA: so +o speak MANILA: bu+ +ha+ is fine because if you jus+ ge+ some rest none of +his will have happened MANILA: you are s+ill shaky MANILA: jus+ ge+ some res+ Nereid

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======> Stare At The Highblood

You just kind of stare at her hoping she gets the hint that she should rest some more and not keep talking. Not that you know much about her Highblood besides that she is your superior, it's just that you know she is not one to react well to complimenting you. But you have no problem forgetting if she would just sleep so she can pretend it was a dream. You assume that is the best plan of action.

In reality it probably is not.

======> Break Gaze

How long is a stare before it becomes a gaze anyway. You dont really care you just know that Nereid needs rest and she doesn't need you staring at her like an idiot. A cofused idiot but one none the less.

======> Question Your Hearing

I mean it's not like she said you were pretty or anything.

Or that she meant it....
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[NEREID POMANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ==> Be pushed. Well you can't very well stop it from happening so you just kind of plop down on the weird furniture and twirl the liquid around in it's container. You find it makes weird noises and you kind of like it. You can sort of hear Manila talking about something but you're dizzy. Of course that doesn't very much effect how well your audio stumps work but it doesn't help it either. You catch the tail end of it though; she wants you to rest. ==> Sleep it off. But you don't want to. You like this feeling makes things simpler you think. It'll go away if you pass out or recover. ==> SLEEP. You will act like a petulant little wriggler if you have to. You are not sleeping. Even the sane whispers in the back of your head agree with this. But they are still a little wound up about the whole assassination attempt or whatever. ==> Fine, address Manila. Your host is no longer staring at you, you think that's good. Or you guess as much. You think this should be a bit awkward but your thinkpan has kind of flipped a bit so who even knows for sure. SPOILER: Click to show [style=width: 350px; background: #eeeeee; border: 1px dashed #808080; color: 6a006a; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; padding: 15px;]NEREID: yyou don't need to worryy too much~ NEREID: I guess sleeping would help but it's not necsury- neccesisiury- necessaryy~ NEREID: ... *chuckle* NEREID: That was a prettyy difficult word~ NEREID: But trust me I've been in worse shape from myy Lusus alone~ NEREID: She had a tendencyy to tryy and bite myy arms off whenever she got the opportunityy~ NEREID: Doesn't have much opportunity now that she's dead though~

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==> Mourn.

You can't even find it in you to do that while as disjointed as you are now. You do something else.

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NEREID: So what do yyou usuallyy get up to when crazyy seadwellers aren't banging on yyour hive?~
NEREID: And where's yyour custodian anyywayy?~

You are being unashamedly curious. It's rather nice.[/center][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]