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Post by alexander on Apr 14, 2012 10:39:53 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Be a derp.
What else is there to do?. [/center] Awesome.
That was pretty much how Alex felt at the moment. He had managed to get Venn awake on Prospit, and though he seemed a little off, it was good to have the guy here. Now he wasn't so constantly alone in this place. He couldn't complain too much, the Prospitians adored him, treated him like royalty, but he was sure they just did that because he was apparently a Prince of Space. It was nice to have someone here he could genuinely relate to.
So he just sort of floated along in Prospit, hovering here and there, and just overall enjoying himself. Things were pretty good, no matter what some lousy trolls would tell him. He'd find a way to avert all this crap. Hopefully, anyway.
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Post by jacknoir on Apr 14, 2012 12:58:51 GMT -6
==> Jack Noir: invadeYour name is JACK NOIR. You are on a TOP SECRET MISSION, so secret that EVEN THE DERSITE MONARCHY IS UNAWARE OF IT. Actually that's the entire point you're going to the stupid disgusting golden spacewaster anyway. Normally you wouldn't have anything to do with this stupid place. [/center] Jack departed discreetly from his CAREFULLY CAMOUFLAGED SHUTTLE. It was disguised to look exactly like a PROSPITIAN VESSEL. That, and the fact that Prospitians were scaredy weakling spineless do nothings kept Jack from being in any way concerned that they might find him out or do something more productive than scream and flail about.
Now. To find one of those damn kids always clogging up your FENESTRATED PLANES with ineptitude.
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Post by alexander on Apr 14, 2012 13:08:24 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Be the damn kid clogging up Jack's FENESTRATED PLANES.
Aren't you already? Or does he have so little INTEREST in you? [/center] Black on white.
Well, he didn't find it that hard to spot the black guy. Really, when you lived on a planet of nothing but gold and white, any other colors, no matter how subtle, tended to stand out. He rather quickly picked up on him, and, his interest piqued, Alex decided to go investigate. If this guy was from Derse, then perhaps there was a way to get to Derse? If he could do that then...
Oh yes.
It didn't stop him from approaching the black shelled... alien? Alex hovered in close in his golden pajamas. More curious than anything as to what someone like that was doing here. He definitely wasn't a dreamer, he knew that much.
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Post by jacknoir on Apr 19, 2012 14:33:26 GMT -6
==> Jack Noir: react swiftlyWell looks like someone went and dropped a BIG PILE OF SHIT ON YOUR DERSESTICK, because that plan you had? That pretty attractive plan just sitting there all dainty and nice just became THOROUGHLY DISORDERED. He was SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP. You think of a plan. [/center] Jack eyed the golden-pajama'd figure with SUSPICIOUS MISTRUST. You think of drawing your dagger, but decide against it. He was in DEEP COVER, surrounded by PUTRESCENT WHITEWORMS and a PUBESCENT DREAMER.
Thinking fast, Jack extended a hand. For a handshake. He also made a note to personally murder the dreamer at his earliest convenience.
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Post by alexander on Apr 19, 2012 14:44:45 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Shake hands.
You reach out and shake the Dersite's hand. You can practically FEEL your ETERNAL SOUL being DAMNED to a life of HELLFIRE. [/center] Well, that was easy. Seems like that most Dersites can be rather pleasant people. Maybe the whole "Derse is the opposite of Prospit" might have been a bit off if they aren't such asshats about it. Though then again, this guy could be the exception. Alex may very well have been talking to the NICEST DERSITE KNOWN. Seeing as this guy seemed to be somewhat helpful, maybe he could help him out with a simple matter. One small, simple matter that Alex figured he should take care of right now.
ALEX: So, how did you get here?
ALEX: I'm pretty curious, admittedly.
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Post by jacknoir on Apr 19, 2012 14:53:18 GMT -6
==> Jack Noir: stabgreetNo. MUSTN'T STABGREET. Prospitian agents everywhere. Annoying child in golden pantaloons is definitely one of the more competent bumblers anyhow. Play it cool, Jack. Be cool. Be slick. [/center] Jack repressed his MURDEROUS URGES and shook the boy's hand. Maybe even won his confidence.
The child would pay for this disgrace. Later.
Jack Noir: Via a shuttle.
Jack Noir: Cleverly disguised. By me.
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Post by alexander on Apr 19, 2012 15:02:31 GMT -6
==>; ZA: 1x FACEPALM COMBO.
You look over to see the shuttle in the distance. Your FREE HAND immediately smacks YOUR FACE. [/center] Oh... wow. Now he felt stupid. He felt really, really stupid. He... how could he have not thought about that before? Seriously, he knew he had seen shuttles around Prospit before. Why did it not occur to him to just take one to Derse? Goddamn he felt like a fool. And now he probably looked stupid in front of everyone. Smooth, Alex, smooth. You are a wonderful example of Prospitian intelligence and an emblem of its superiority. Truly, there are none other like Alexander Sorele.
ALEX: ... Of course.
ALEX: I... yeah.
ALEX: I never asked that question.
Though the words about actually disguising his ship caused Alex to perk an eyebrow. That... that made absolutely zero sense. What in the hell was the point of disguising his ship? The whole thing hadn't even started. It was like he was doing that just to try and be stealthy or something, even though there was absolutely no point to it, because well...
ALEX: You realize that using camouflage is pointless right?
ALEX: I mean, your cover's blown the moment you step out.
ALEX: I really don't see a point to it.
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Post by jacknoir on Apr 19, 2012 15:19:07 GMT -6
==> Jack Noir: resist overwhelming staburgesGOLDEN-PANTSED SLICKKID. He just FILLS YOU WITH INORDINATE RAGE, though in fairness MOST EVERYTHING DOES. He is COMPLICATING THINGS and you really wish you could stab him but even prospit's PATHETIC PEACEKEEPERS would be able to overwhelm you due to their SHEER NUMBERS. [/center] Jack Noir: Of course you don't.
Jack Noir: You are the same child who didn't see a point to using a shuttle for interplanetary travel.
Jack Noir: I do not expect great things from you.
Jack was really being quite polite.
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Post by alexander on Apr 19, 2012 15:26:21 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Get uppity and defensive.
You were pretty sure you asked NO SUCH QUESTION. [/center] Ok yeah, this guy had a point, he really did have to ask about a shuttle for interplanetary travel. But Alex was pretty sure that he made it clear that he asked no such question and thus that he NEVER ASKED IT. Therefore, this man was making up lies about him, LIES AND SLANDER. There was no way he said such a thing. Alex could feel a little part of his ANGERBRAIN twitch. He immediately took back what he thought about this one being a nice Dersite. Oh no, he was a prick.
ALEX: I'm sorry.
ALEX: I have no idea what you're talking about.
ALEX: I do not believe that ever came up.
ALEX: Please stop spreading lies.
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Post by jacknoir on Apr 19, 2012 15:33:25 GMT -6
==> Jack Noir: schadenfreudeWhat's that, Brighteyes McGee? Not so cocky now, huh? He'll think twice before he messes with YOU again. You figure that while you shouldn't stab him, there's nothing really saying you can't give the brat a logical what-for. [/center] Jack Noir: Now you are displaying the intellect of a bleating goat.
Jack Noir: Bleat, goatkid.
Jack Noir: Make that dumb sound with your voiceropes.
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Post by alexander on Apr 19, 2012 15:49:35 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Be soundly beaten with logic.
Ok, fuck. This guy's good. [/center] His back was to the wall, he had been LOGICALLY CORNERED. This Dersite was a worthy opponent. He ha to think of something fast, something that could turn the entire argument in his favor. It had to be a trump card of unimaginable value, but something that could at the same time, leave him invulnerable. He had one shot, one last bullet to fire, one last chance to win this. And he knew that what he had to say would stop this.
So, Alex looked at Jack in the eye, a look of serious and tranquil determination, and made his move.
ALEX: Well then.
ALEX: Fuck your coat.
ALEX: And your shuttle.
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Post by jacknoir on Apr 19, 2012 15:56:48 GMT -6
==> Jack Noir: rebuffYou can ALMOST SEE THE ROPES which you have so clearly pressed this kid up against. Look at him, with his GASTS ALL FLABBERED, HIS INSULTS ALL VAPID, and his TEXT ALL RED. You aren't even the slightest bit hurt by his insult. As much as the boy might want to fuck Jack's coat, it was simply the best there was. And of course his shuttle looked stupid. It was painted GOLD. [/center] Jack Noir: I do not have time for this, wiggler.
Jack Noir: Unless.
Jack Noir: Yes.
Jack Noir: There is some possibility you will be of use to Me.
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Post by alexander on Apr 19, 2012 16:01:34 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Listen to deal.
You shouldn't. You really shouldn't. [/center] Fuck. Well that didn't work. Alex eyed the shuttle for a moment before turning them back to Jack. Really, the hell did this guy want with him now? Was it not enough that he had actually been logically beaten? God that was so unbelievably humiliating. He didn't like that this guy had actually gotten the best of him. You're really making your moon proud, Alex.
ALEX: I.
ALEX: What.
ALEX: What could you possibly want.
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Post by jacknoir on Apr 19, 2012 23:15:27 GMT -6
==> Jack Noir: propose dealGod this is easy. People who are proud of manipulation really ought to hand in their pride badges to their nearest district supervisor, who would promptly SHOOT THEM, because that supervisor would be YOU, who really doesn't like PAPERWORK. Perhaps you had not thought that analogy through. Oh well. So far your recombobulated plan is going off without a hitch. [/center] Jack Noir: A great many things, kid.
Jack Noir: But most immediately.
Jack Noir: I am on a top secret mission.
Jack Noir: To ensure that the children of this planet are in equilibrium.
Jack Noir: You know about the equilibrium of course.
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Post by alexander on Apr 19, 2012 23:22:24 GMT -6
==>; ZA: Call him out on his flaw.
Can. Fucking. Do. [/center] Alex just stared at the Dersite for a moment. His face deadpanned. Honestly, the guy was bullshitting. Alex could tell based on one small thing. Oh it wasn't some sort of tell. This man had a master poker face. Nor was it an inane use of wording, as he clearly had an advanced vocabulary. No, the thing that gave him away was something that much more obscure that really, you couldn't blame the guy for missing it.
ALEX: ...
ALEX: You realize there are over forty different kinds of equilibrium.
ALEX: Right?
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