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Post by anguis on Jun 27, 2012 6:20:03 GMT -6
======> ANGUIS: Be the medic.You've been the medic. Being the medic is all you do. Still, that doesn't mean you don't have other fish to fry. Other pins to juggle. Other irons in the fire. You're kind of a big deal. You have a lot of important shit to oh who are you kidding. You've spent the last however fucking long holed up in your respiteblock, studying your wall. Then dressboy decided to go apeshit on your ass.What a bitch. Still, he obviously needs your help, so yeah, you're going to him. You'll take your sweet time doing it, though. Like you said, fuck him. And fuck your future self, the superior know-it-all whore. By the time you get to the place he mentioned, though, he's gone. Whoops. You guess you took too long getting there. You decide to go to his respiteblock instead. ANGUIS: Yo dressssboy.
ANGUIS: Broken arm right?
ANGUIS: I don't even want to know how that happened.
ANGUIS: C'mon.
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 27, 2012 6:37:18 GMT -6
======> ADONIS: Sit the fuck down.Oh jesus. That chair is looking mighty comfortable right now, especially after having dragged your ass through the meteor to sit in it. Oof, there you go. Mm. Velvet and whatever's stuffed in it. And the only way to truly enjoy velvet is naked, so you strip down to your scaly birthday suit and enjoy that velvet chair even more. You motherfucking earned it, especially after that who emotionally exhausting vent with Lofora. BUT Just as you're settled in, in comes barging in none other than your flighty moirail, the snakebitch. Gogdammit. ADONIS: OH JESUS
ADONIS: THERES A METAPHYSICAL BELL NEXT TO THE ENTRANCE
ADONIS: ITS CALLED KNOCKING [/color][/center][/font]
You don't know what you're saying. This is all while scrambling to cover yourself, but after what felt like three long seconds of futily searching for something, you resort to diving behind your nearby DIRTPILE.
Yes, you collected dirt back on Alternia. In the vacuum of space, the shit is like gold. There's even some sand in there.
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Post by anguis on Jun 27, 2012 6:50:09 GMT -6
======> ANGUIS: Titter and blush.What the fuck. No. Sure, dressboy is completely fucking naked, but you've always known he was a weirdo. You like him anyway, you guess. Besides, it's not like he has buckets lying around. Now that would be awkward. You roll your eyes and search the room for any kind of clothing, and you come up with one of his ridiculously elaborate skirts. You toss it to him. ANGUIS: Sserioussly Adoniss I am giving zero fuckss right now.
ANGUIS: Fuck metaphyssicss and doorbellss and knocking.
ANGUIS: Alsso fuck future you for not telling you to tell me you'd be naked ass a fucking wiggler in here.
ANGUIS: Now will you let me look at your gogdamn arm? [/color][/center][/font] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jun 27, 2012 8:30:52 GMT -6
======> ADONIS: DIVE FOR SKIRTADONIS: WAGH [/color][/center][/font] Not your diamond and sapphire silk skirt. That's one of your more fancy article of clothing you save only for super special occasions. That bitch. How can she be so careless. You leap for that shit, not unlike Troll Chow Yun Fat in any given shoot 'em up film, and grab it in midair. However much you love your dirt, you can't let your clothes get dirty on Anguis' careless account. You don't blame her, of course, obviously having no appreciation for fashion. You just manage to grab the skirt before it goes anywhere near the DIRTPILE, quickly retracting behind the DIRTPILE again and slipping it on. ADONIS: I guess.
ADONIS: Wait, I didn't tell you I'd be naked?
ADONIS: ... pfffthehe. [/color][/center][/font] You can't help but chuckle. Oh that future you, such a card. You can never catch a break with that guy. Of course you never bother to even try read into that, not that you should anyway. Otherwise not having any idea what she's so grumbly about and bordering on being too tired to care, you sit back down in your chair with a smile to her. It was pretty difficult for you to not care about anything, especially Anguis, being your moirail. You hold out your arm, which was currently hanging limper than usual. Thankfully, you've long since gotten used to the pain, though your headache hasn't gone away much. ADONIS: Anyway, how's your day been?
ADONIS: Did you get that thing with Caeger sorted out? [/color][/center][/font]
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Post by anguis on Jun 27, 2012 17:17:38 GMT -6
======> ANGUIS: Bang your head against the wall.You would, but you have a moirail to attend to and a DIRTPILE to try out. Damn you love that DIRTPILE. The DIRTPILE will never warm up on you, and fuck if it isn't great for the odd feelings jam. Wow, he's a huge bitch. But at least he isn't sulking. Well, he is, kind of. But he laughed. So it's okay. You guess. He's still a bitch. ANGUIS: Fuck you.
ANGUIS: And fuck your future sself.
ANGUIS: And my future sself for that matter.
ANGUIS: You're all bitchess. [/color] You steel yourself before you take his arm. The bile doesn't rise up quite as much as it usually does. You've been finding that when it's on your terms, the touching doesn't bother you quite as much. It's still gross as fuck though, so you resolve to do this as quickly as possible. ANGUIS: Thiss iss going to hurt like a motherfucker. [/color] You take his arm on either side of the break, and with a sharp, strong pull, you line the bones back up again. It's easier to heal that way, and doesn't take as much out of you. Or him. The healing always takes its toll, but it won't be as bad like this. You put your hands right over the break, and when you feel the strength drain from you, you know it healed. You slap him with his own hand to prove it worked. ANGUIS: There you go.
ANGUIS: Nice and fixed.
ANGUIS: Jusst like the thing with the clownbitch.
ANGUIS: I guessss.
ANGUIS: I tried to end thingss.
ANGUIS: But.
ANGUIS: I don't even know what the fuck sshe did but.
ANGUIS: We're sstill together.
ANGUIS: Her fucking miracless musst be a thing after all.
ANGUIS: Whatever.
ANGUIS: Asside from being a dumbassss and bussting your arm.
ANGUIS: What have you been up to? [/color][/center][/font] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Jul 15, 2012 12:56:22 GMT -6
======> ADONIS: Troll moirail further.You manage one of your obnoxious titters, but her resetting your arm hurt a lot more than you expected. Instead you yelp and bite your lip and fight back the tears. Having had more than a few of your own bumps, bruises, and broken bones from your current revenue of hobbies, you knew what was going to happen. Still doesn't change that it hurt like mad. You think she actually broke your arm again. But you resist crying like a wriggler, knowing it was going to last for only a moment. You scowl at her when she slaps you with your own hand, flexing your fingers instead of making it seem like she was smacking herself, enjoying their restored mobility. You blink away your tears and give her your brightest and warmest smile, practically singsonging your thanks. ADONIS: Thanks best friend!
ADONIS: Diamond diamond diamond diamond!
[/color][/center][/font] Yeah you actually say your emotes out loud. You do so just to be extra clear, because you value Anguis a lot more than most trolls on this meteor. Really, you're sure that if it wasn't for her, you'd probably have gone so far over the deep end it would be hilarious in a sad way of how much you would have flipped the fuck out. It helps to remember that you still have the matriorb, though. You tone down your smile some as you listen, being mostly pleased by the news she gives. ADONIS: That's wonderful, I guess.
ADONIS: And I wasn't just being a dumbass and busting my arm, I was trying out this new motercycle I found in my garage.
ADONIS: It was fucking loud and vibrated a lot.
ADONIS: Ran on fucking petrol instead of electricity.
ADONIS: I'd never seen it before, spaceghosts must have struck again.
[/color][/center][/font] But then you start tearing up again when that thing you were trying to ignore all day came back again. You cover your face with your hands and sob shamefully because of how stupid it is. ADONIS: No, I was lying.
ADONIS: I was thinking about Baltyr again.
ADONIS: AND I THINK I'M FEELING FLUSHED FOR A GOGDAMN HUMANNNN
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Oh gog you're nose is running. You fucking hate it when your nose runs. Look at you, naked and getting fucking snot all over the place. Put on some proper clothes and get some gogdamn tissues. So you stand up and half look for some clothes and tissues suitable for DIRTPILE occupation, but it's kind of hard because you can't see through jade-colored tears very well so you end up stubbing your toe on a wayward motercycle engineblock you've been using as a giant paperweight on the floor because you're so fucking stupid.
WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF.
I DON'T KNOWW
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Post by anguis on Jul 23, 2012 14:07:21 GMT -6
======> ANGUIS: Take a breath. Be the moirail.You roll your eyes and almost half-grin at your idiot moirail. Dude's a dumbass. You're okay with that. You're okay with a lot of things when it comes to him. You're about to scold him for being such a dumbshit when it comes to his motorcycles, but then he starts crying and you start panicking, and guilt makes your nutrient sac twist like the dust storms that kept cropping up on LOSAR. You can't help but wonder if Adonis would have been spared all his sadness over Baltyr if you had just told him about that time. You didn't tell him at first because it didn't matter, and then when he told you that he was flushed for Baltyr, you couldn't tell him. It didn't seem like it would change anything at the time, but maybe if you had told him, he would have avoided the situation all together. There's nothing you can do about it now, though. So you pap his crying self back into his velvet chair and find him a more suitable skirt, which you put on his lap, and you take a breath and kiss his forehead and wipe his tears away. You're the shittiest moirail in existence, but fuck if you aren't at least going to try. ANGUIS: Sshoooossh.
ANGUIS: It'ss okay.
ANGUIS: Talk to me.
ANGUIS: We'll have the besst feelingss jam in the entire hisstory of paradox sspace.
ANGUIS: Who'ss the human? [/color][/center][/font] |
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Post by solarapothecary on Aug 2, 2012 18:36:21 GMT -6
======> ADONIS: Be inconsolable as usual.You has started to cry a little harder when you stubbed your toe on the engine block, but you begin to quiet down when Anguis begins papping you into your chair, calming down into loud sniffing instead when she kisses your forehead and wipes away your tears. You know how squeamish she is about touching and warmth, so you know how special her kisses are. You cross your arms, hands on your shoulders, not in defiance but in attempt to huddle as close to Anguis as you can without touching her. You give her a small smile, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. ADONIS: The stuck up pretentious high-blood
ADONIS: With the pistols and the fancy respiteblock.
ADONIS: She wouldn't tell me her name, though.
ADONIS: I was trying to troll them after noticing how the other trolls were being so friendly with them
ADONIS: So I kind of freaked out thinking there'd somehow be some weird cross species relationships going on or something
ADONIS: Because I'm guardian of the matriorb and stuff
ADONIS: So I tried to undo all of that by going all out
ADONIS: I don't know how I did, but the mute pink one who seems like she's really into the Cali human told me to shut up
ADONIS: Because if I didn't, she'd rip off my head and shit down my neck.
ADONIS: And then promptly blocked me I think
ADONIS: Or I freaked out and left them alone
ADONIS: I don't remember
ADONIS: So then I moved onto the next one
ADONIS: And it was the human I'm talking about
ADONIS: And she seemed so different from the other one
ADONIS: So I'm like
ADONIS: "WH4TS TH3 DIFFERENCE BETWE3N 4 PEWM4N 4ND 4 V4T OF PUKE"
ADONIS: But then she's like
ADONIS: "what"
ADONIS: So then I'm like
ADONIS: "ONE H4S 4 PULSE"
ADONIS: No, I lied.
ADONIS: I didn't say that.
ADONIS: I didn't really know what to say at first she was so pretty, even for a human.
ADONIS: But then I showed her the Youtube video of Cali and her friend having that intensely private moment just to show her I can
ADONIS: And she suddenly got really mean and started calling me Jack when I said my name was Adonis
ADONIS: But then she's like "i don't care."
ADONIS: Then I was like "oh" and when to go drive around on my motercycle.
ADONIS: But then I suddenly thought of Baltyr and felt guilty for feeling red for some random, haughty human who I'll realistically never see in real life ever and I became distracted so I crashed.
ADONIS: And that the handrail kind of just went "nope" and tore off its bolts or something.
ADONIS: I don't know.
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You catch your breath. By now you're frowning, thinking of how mean the human was when you were extending a noodly limb in peace, as it were. I mean, damn. She was kind of a bitch. But you don't really hold it against her, because you were kind of a more gigantic bitch to her friends. You look to the snakebitch you call your moirail, obviously feeling very conflicted about all of this, your big green eyes looking at her pleadingly for wisdom of what you should do.
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