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Post by demicat1313 on Jun 25, 2012 12:08:31 GMT -5
DC: h-holly??? what are you doing now??? DC: errr holly??? what a-are those???I couldn’t help think I was imagining all this... it seemed I wasn’t in a position to question holly if he didn’t respond, I looked around my respitblock it was now cluttered with two machines,both equally strange in nature and appearance their design was foreign to me I had never seen anything quite like them. suddenly the ground shuddered beneath me and in the strangest of manners it sounded like holly was causeing mischief in my library...I lost my balance, it wasn’t a quake... there hadn’t been seismic activity around here in several thousand sweeps... I realized that floating amidst my tattered the room was a strange glowing orb which raptorkat was eying and to my absolute horror my precious raptorkat began to paw at it. DC: h-holly make him stop what is that!!!I was to far away to stop him, I ran as hard as I could I had no clue what that thing was but I didnt want him to touch it... my foot slipped on the carpeting and I hit the ground with a thud. I looked up with blurry vision just long enough to see raptorkat lunge into the sphere... as I lay there unconscious on the floor I began to dream...
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Post by Athene on Jun 25, 2012 19:18:51 GMT -5
Crucio waited for a response to appear on the screen, but she could hear something, her lusus. She was raising her voice slowly, it was hardly louder than normal, but it would grow in time. She had always hated her lusus, if not for the burden of feeding the wretched mammoth then because of its whispers. To others the beast's voice was deathly, but to her it could do no physical harm. She could, however, understand what it said, and it spoke of horrible things. Either prophecies or fantasies of the end of Alternia, the beast spoke of a calamity born from the vast glub and a storm of meteors. One would kill the trolls, the other would kill the world. It had always seemed like a fantasy before, but here she was, only a day or less from the death of her race. The Reckoning of Alternia was coming. It was for the dread of her race that she didn't wish to hear what her lusus spoke, but this time her lusus spoke of life as well as death. A way both she and her friends could live, and their salvation rested in the hands of....oh gog, why him? The survival of everyone relied on of the most unreliable trolls around.
FF: That doesn't matter now, I think there may be a way to save everyone, we have to be Vast though. I'll contact you soon.
-- fallenFishy [FF] stopped trolling goldenWolf [GW] at 23:12 --
Elsewhere, shit goes down. Both metaphorical shit and giant space rock like shit. Now lets see what Holly's up to.
DC: h-holly??? what are you doing now??? DC: errr holly??? what a-are those???
The troll hadn't minded to respond to all the incoming messages, not because he didn't care, but because at the moment he was in a bit of distress. He had deployed all the silly machines he could in misu's hive and had decided to go back to shooting practice. He was not practicing however, he was staring up at the colossal blazing rock falling towards. After a moment or two of gawking at the meteor he darted back to the computer in a frenzied manner.
PO: misu get up PO: seriously get the hell up we are going to die! PO: I will dump this on you I swear!
About at this time the distressed host had begun panicking. Some bookcases had been shaken vigoursly in an attempt to wake the sleeping client, but to no avail. Finally Athene had simply plucked the toilet from the watercloset and begun to threaten the sleeping troll. The nearby Cruxtruder showed a count down, and it wasn't a revealing site. Toilets were dumped, kernels were prototyped, panic attacks were had. And now, on top of all this, someone was trolling the poor bastard.
-- fallenFishy [FF] began trolling polarOwlet [PO] at 23:13 --
FF: I need that program PO: hwat hwy?! I'm busy trying not to die just hold your hoofbeasts for a gogdamned tick FF: and I'm busy trying to save everyone, just send me the program PO: hwat the fuck does that even mean?! FF: I swear I will let you get crushed if you don't send me that program PO:Sgrub.exe Just decompress the file, I gotta go take care of this shit
-- polarOwlet [PO] stopped trolling fallenFishy [FF] at 23:16 --
Crucio quickly downloaded the program and decompressed the file, beginning to install the host program. She returned to trollian, clicking on the golden name on the list.
-- fallenFishy [FF] began trolling goldenWolf [GW] at 23:17 --
FF: Sgrubclient.exe Install that and then run it, I'm not so sure what its Vor but I think its what we need.
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Post by jinx on Jun 26, 2012 9:37:50 GMT -5
Gawain sighed heavily. He was suddenly exhausted - that damnable lusus must be whispering again, oozing dark secrets and killing lowbloods with her voice. He was concerned, of course, for their safety - surely the redbloods were suffering already. Some may even be dead. His husktop gave a low ringing sound, the alert noise he had set for receiving messages. It seemed that in his moment of temporary weakness, Crucio had ceased trolling him, saying something about saving everyone.
Gawain stood up, a new heat burning brightly in his collapsing and expanding bladder based vascular system. While he very much appreciated Crucio's attempts to fight for the side of good, that was his battle, and his friends should have no part of the dangers involved. While he loved his people and hoped to protect them, as Crucio had implied was her intent, he was certain that he was the only troll who believed in morality and was ready to stand for it. And for a glimmering moment, he was proud.
The warm, brazen sound of a bell chimed on his husktop, distracting him. He snorted softly at himself and checked the screen, pulse flickering for an instant when he caught a glimpse of the familiar, comforting fuschia text. She was back.
-- fallenFishy [FF] began trolling goldenWolf [GW] at 23:17 --
FF: Sgrubclient.exe Install that and then run it, I'm not so sure what its Vor but I think its what we need. GW: Very well milady if you believe it will help. However I must ask that you refrain from putting yourself in danger. If I may be so bold I would like to point out that it is my place to take risks for the sake of the continuity of our race. Saving out people from both external dangers and each other is a long dangerous process that I have much experience in. Of course you do not need to listen to me as I am but a goldblood and therefore I am bound to honor and obey you milday.
He clicked on the file, and a strange window popped up - black, with vivid green trim reminiscent of the color of Athene's blood. He frowned slightly, and forced the thoughts of the murderous troll out of his head. No time for infuriating distractions right now. Rows of white text scrolled across the window, ending with a simple message.
"Press [ENTER] when ready."
Gawain felt a slight hint of something that might have been nerves, but he shook it off quickly. He couldn't afford to deal with weakness right now. Steeling his nerve, he tapped the [ENTER] key.
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Post by demicat1313 on Jun 28, 2012 8:04:40 GMT -5
my eyes opened abruptly as cold water pulled me from the glorious city of gold. my vision was blurry i couldnt make out my surroundings very well the constant throbbing of my head threatened to send me back down. the most annoying part of it was the ever presnt beeping of a timer counting down, like an ominous warning or a bean sidhe's wail, it sent shivers down my spine.
PO: misu get up PO: seriously get the hell up we are going to die! PO: I will dump this on you I swear! DC: h-holly are you still there, i dnt rember what happened...
with blurryed vision i gazed across the room, it was a discombobulated chaos of knick-knacks strew across the floor...a hole in the wall and a toliet in the center of the room, oh and of course who could forget the machine which was fueling my throbbing headache...it felt like my thinkpan was on the verge of exploding.
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Post by Athene on Jun 28, 2012 17:26:56 GMT -5
At this point the troll next door was in full on panic mode, when not panicking at the computer he was at the window staring up at the ungodly rock that wanted nothing more than to give Alternia a massive high speed hug. Of death. Back at the husktop it appeared as if his moirail had finally arisen from his ill timed nap, apparently dumping the load gaper on someone would bring 'em out of any coma. Unfortunately his moirail was now stumbling about like a sopor addled clown, if there could even be such a wretch on this universe. Mousing over to a small card he had deployed earlier, the pre-punched card, Athene proceeded to slap the ever loving piss out of Appolo with it.
PO: PULL PO: YOUR PO: SHIT PO: TO PO: GETHER PO:long story short your batshit crazy lusus jumped into a big floating blue thing and now is blue and leg-less, you fell down like an elderly troll ripe for the culling and theres a meteor the size of my ego plummeting towards us so get up and do something!
With that he dropped the pre-punched card in his clients lap and ran back to the window, looking up at the object that now took up a large section of the sky. About this time its friends started to show up, much smaller asteroids slamming into the forest nearby. oh gog oh gog oh gog....wait, maybe its not a meteor, maybe its a new model of warship made by the empire descending on the planet to recruit the trolls who are old enough to be taken to war? maybe its a cake delivery ship? okay no, make believe time is over and we're are so heavily fucked our nooks will bleed for months......fuck.
Elsewhere....
Crucio gave a sigh that, in person, could easily have been recognized as an aggravated one. She knew the knightly troll only meant well, but he didn't seem to grasp the full gravity of the situation, they were not going to save the entire race, far from it. They could only rescue a few, and that was all that mattered at the moment. Besides, she was perfectly competent to save lives.
GW: Very well milady if you believe it will help. However I must ask that you refrain from putting yourself in danger. If I may be so bold I would like to point out that it is my place to take risks for the sake of the continuity of our race. Saving out people from both external dangers and each other is a long dangerous process that I have much experience in. Of course you do not need to listen to me as I am but a goldblood and therefore I am bound to honor and obey you milday. FF: Gawain I know you mean well but right now you're the one who needs saving, your the lowest blood person I care about and iV we don't find out how this program is going to help you'll most likely die.
After a moment the bizarre loading screen finished having its seizure and went straight into the game itself, showing.....Gawain's room. This was rather confusing. She moused around his room for a few moments, picking up various objects and testing what she could and couldn't pick up with the mouse. How this was supposed to save anyone remained a mystery to her. After another few moments of figuring out the menus she began to deploy the needed equipment. The cruxtruder was placed between the recupricoon and the wall. Whilst being set down having torn a hole in the sleeping chamber, which now leaked green goo all across the room. Not the most graceful of controls. The totem lathe went down by the desk, the alchemizer placed in the center of the room. It was very simple when you had such a neat and orderly client to just place the equipment, not having to throw things through walls, and the chance of a trip and fall accident was very low with so few things to clutter the floor. Last but not least Crucio placed the pre-punched card neatly on the desk beside Gawain.
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Post by jinx on Jun 28, 2012 19:03:16 GMT -5
Gawain suppressed a few low curses as the floor of his hive shook. He swiveled around, a slightly puzzled look on his face as he took in the new additions to his room. He rubbed a temple, not exactly sure what was happening, but willing himself to trust the Heiress. Trust was important in relationships - He shook his head furiously, cutting the thought off. He couldn't afford distractions. Instead of daydreaming about the half-ripe red feelings that could never be fully realized, he forced himself to focus on the new machines in his room. The metallic, white leviathan that was perched nearest him instantly caught his eye - it was a beautiful machine, albeit a bit basic. He placed a finger on the metal - it was surprisingly warm. He gave a low whistle as he eyed the multitude of blades that protruded from its long upper arm. As if they were shying away from his gaze, they retracted slowly with a mechanical whir. A long, drawn-out, impatient whine caught his attention. At first, he though it was one of the other machines; however, they both stood serenely still and quiet. He turned to the door and a sunny smile broke across his features. He approached his lusus - a tall hoofbeast who was nickering loudly and pawing at the ground - and rubbed its forelock affectionately. The lusus whinnied again, shying warily away from the room's improvisation. However, as Gawain guided him forward, he relaxed. With a snort, the lusus decided to ignore them and instead set to licking up the sopor that had spilled. Gawain pulled a face and backed away, taking a seat at his desk. He tried to ignore Crucio's comment about how she cared about him and replied.
GW: So milady what exactly am I doing here? I appreciate these machines they are quite lovely and refined but I am afraid I do not understand what is happening.
While waiting for a reply, he glanced around his desk and noticed a new object - something resembling a captchalogue card, but it had apparently been perforated multiple times and featured a design resembling some sort of goblet or maybe a grail. He captchalogued the card, and selected a tall, elegant wardrobe from his Sylladex. The wardrobe landed on the floor to his left, not making a massive impact like the machines had, but still causing a slight shudder. With a slight smile, he opened the wardrobe. The inside was relatively barren, containing only two items: a sword and a small music box. He immediately captchalogued the sword into his strife deck, and then hesitated before also taking the music box. He rubbed a finger along the detailed carving of a snake that adorned its lid.
GW: Milady... GW: Milday do you think that maybe Ananta is in danger as well? I do not wish for her to suffer.
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Post by demicat1313 on Jul 2, 2012 9:30:23 GMT -5
the pre punched card in my lap seemed especially meaningless now that we were about to be wiped out be a metor...
DC: w-what do i do with this is it important???
i was still dazed and slightly...hungry???
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Post by jinx on Jul 2, 2012 10:00:34 GMT -5
No response. Gawain sighed heavily and shook his head. He had spoken truthfully, of course - he didn't want Ananta to be hurt, even if she did make him a little uncomfortable at times with the way she felt towards him. Of course, he knew. He could sense the red heat coming from her messages a mile away. But he ignored it, knowing that if he outright rejected her, she would be crushed. And hurting his friends was the last thing he wanted to do. He swiveled around in his chair and re-examined the machines. Of course, he had no idea what to do with them. Normally, he would have figured it out already - he was very skilled at working with machinery, as well as deciphering the functionality and purpose of said machinery. But now, with a shrill ringing in his ears warning him of his impending doom, he could hardly concentrate. He selected the pre-punched card from his sylladex and slowly walked around all the machines, seeing if it fit in anywhere. There was no slot on the big mechanism in the middle - just a wheel. He made a mental note to examine it later. Same thing with the massive, circular platform. He tried laying the card in the center of the strange symbol, but nothing happened. Finally, he approached the last machine, the one that had originally caught his eye. Sleek, modern lettering on the side declared it to be a Totem Lathe. And there, right on the Lathe's glossy side, was a slot. Gawain grinned and inserted the card, heart beating with anticipation. Nothing. His grin disappeared. Disappointed, he decided to distract himself by checking out the structure that Crucio had placed in the center - the one with a wheel. He gripped the wheel tightly and tried to turn it. It seemed to be stuck; the lid shook, but it looked like something had jammed it. With a snort of frustration, Gawain slid down to the floor and sat, leaning against the machine. The tube on top was still quivering. His lusus approached him and nuzzled him, getting smears of sopor all over his shirt. He rubbed its mane sadly. Suddenly, the machine gave another shudder. His lusus reared, startled, and lashed out, bringing its front hooves down on the top of the tube. There was a brilliant flash of light, and Gawain tumbled away, slamming into a wall. He laid there, slumped against the wall, with no motivation to get back up.
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Post by Athene on Jul 3, 2012 6:54:20 GMT -5
Athene was now in the midst of the largest panic attack in Alternian history. While his best friend sat on the floor of his hive, unaware or uncaring to the burning doom flying towards them both, Holly was haphazardly zooming the mouse threw Appolo's hive, knocking something over now and then. Wait was this schmuck being serious?
PO: how the hell should I know if its important, just start pushing buttons PO: okay wait this pokey lookin' death machine has a slot, try shovin it in there. PO: while you insert your floppy into stuff imma go spin this hweel lookin thing on the ball spitter thingahwatsit.
With that Athene commenced cranking the wheel on the cruxtruder, manipulating the spoked circle on the end of the tube with whaqt appeared to be an arm. What the hell kinda operation was this doof running, leaving his arms lying around. As he turned the peculiar wheel it began to extrude what looked like logs of blue, smooth material, similar to Appolo's blood color.
PO: dude this cruxahwatsit can take blue deuces all over your room check this shit PO: oh fuck a feather beast nearly forgot to keep panicking
Re-assuming his panicked state Athene began to attempt to jam the blue logs into whatever orifice would accept them. How many innuendos could be made of this was untalliable, but no doubt some would have been made if not or the whole life or death gag. In his rushed plugging of orifices two logs found new homes, one on the aforementioned pokey looking death machine, or as it is called in high society, the totem lathe, the other on the big ass magic table thing. Despite to successes he continued to jam the logs into the deployed devices, trying to get more to fit whilst his companion would try to jam smaller things in the objects.
Elsewhere....
In the ruined royal hive of the Heiress a husktop bleeped and blooped as the messages came in, but no one was on hand to answer them. Only a few moments after Crucio had set the final piece, the pre-punched card, beside Gawain she heard the same unwelcome whispering tone. With a grumble she cursed the massive lusus. Crucio loved the beast dearly, but often times the leviathan had been a damper on her life, and now it threatened to eliminate all the life on Alternia. She sat for a moment thinking, maybe she could at least give them a bit longer by appeasing the beast's appetite. It was worth a shot at least. The heiress stood as quickly as she could, her body still wracked in pain from the visit she had gotten the week prior. Pulling open the drawer on the desk that held the husktop she retrieved A plain, slightly twisted wooden wand. Adding it to her strife deck she stepped into the nearby hall, then to the gaping hole that had been left in it by aforementioned visit. Wand in hand she brought her thumb to meet her lips, then teeth. It was considerably more difficult to draw blood having had her teeth dulled, but she managed after alot of nibbling. After a moment the fuchsia liquid started to mix with the water, and the heiress acted quickly, placing the tip of the wand against the wound. Immediately the blood in the water was drawn into the rod, a ribbon like strap of fuchsia color wrapping around the wand. Holding the wand upright, arm fully extended upward Crucio closed her eyes to concentrate. A moment later a small tendril of fuchsia colored energy sprouted out of the tip, worming its way upward slowly. With a sudden burst of speed the sprout thrashed upward like a rocket, sprouting branches as it went. Soon a plume of fuchsia tendrils whipped up through the sea water before breaching the surface. With tendrils searching above and below the water the heiress soon found a fit meal, A large feather beast that had been riding the air currents over the sea (not holly's). The best tried to flee, but it could not escape the miles, or, mile rather. It was encompassed in the fuchsia tendrils and drawn down into the deep water, still thrashing. Eventually it died from the quick change in pressure, but Crucio's lusus didn't mind dead meals normally. the tendrils forced the corpse down to the lair of the horrorterror, hopefully enough to please it for now. With that handled and hopefully a bit of time added to the clock Crucio returned to her husktop. Sitting down she glanced to the screen, expecting to see Gawain hard at work on the machines. She was, however, met with a much less enthusing site. Gawain was seemingly unconscious against the wall, and she could her his lusus making some commotion off screen. With a grumble and a sigh she moused over to Gawain, repeatedly bapping him in the head with the floating cursor.
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Post by jinx on Jul 5, 2012 10:45:22 GMT -5
Gawain felt a slight pressure bumping at his sponge-case, but when he waved his arms weakly in protest at the force, he felt no physical object there. Weird. With a groan, he stood, rubbing his abused noggin and surveying his room. The machine in the middle that he thought had exploded was, in fact, very much intact. And, floating above it, a brilliant golden spirograph was hovering, making incoherent chirping, screeching, high-pitched noises. Gawain flinched a little and rubbed his still-throbbing sponge-case. He turned slowly towards the right side of his room, feeling a little stiff, and gasped. His lusus lay dead on the floor, spine cracked. It must have hit the wall hard - there was a spattering of golden blood on it, as well as a pool of blood that had seemingly trickled out of the dead beast's lips and nose. Gawain scrubbed furiously at his eyes, rubbing away rebellious tears. He never cried. Signs of weakness could cause demoralization in a group, and he didn't need to be the downfall of his friends. Instead, he rubbed a hand down his ex-guardian's long face and forced himself not to think about it. He had become very proficient at not thinking about things over the course of his life, he realized. He tried not to think about that, too. He noticed that the sprite had followed him silently, bobbing up and down in the air and chattering away mechanically. With a frustrated snarl, Gawain retrieved his sword from his strife deck and slashed at the thing, ivory blade slicing through the air with a shrill whistle. There was another bright flash, reminiscent of the one earlier, but this time, it was much less violent. Gawain covered his eyes as intense golden light and the sound of clashing metal assaulted his senses. He uncovered his eyes, and the glowing Swordsprite greeted him with a friendly slap across the face with the flat of its blade. Gawain blinked, rolled his eyes, and retrieved his husktop.
GW: Milady what did I just do? And what do I do now?
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Post by demicat1313 on Jul 9, 2012 17:15:04 GMT -5
i looked at the card in my hands and looked around the room looking for something to do with it admist the tattered room were the machines holly had placed one of the machines was now covered in cyan cylindrical objects, curiously i picked one up, temporarily mesmerized by the glistening and vaguely opaque pillar i moved it back and forth between my hands wondering what it was and what it could be used for holding the cyan pillar in one hand and the card in the other i wandered over to the other piece of equipment there was a slot on it so logically i slid the prepunched card into the slot hopeing that it wouldnt exspolde, to my dissapointment it didnt change anything, defeated i set the column on a flat, pedestal like surface and slid to the floor...in my depressed slump i didnt notice the change in the machine or that the a lazer had began to carve the pillar...
DC: h-holly, are we going to die???
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Post by Athene on Jul 9, 2012 18:11:30 GMT -5
Bloopity bloop. Holly glanced at his husktop from near the window where he sat, fruitlessly firing arrows at the meteor. Zipping back over to the device he glanced at the message on screen, the display showing misu slumped over against the totem lathe. He noticed, however, that the device was in the process of augmenting the blue cylinder that rested behind the glum looking chum. Watching it finish Athene moused over and grabbed it, dropping it in his Moirails lap.
PO: Not unless you keep sitting there like a like, go do your thing!
Glancing out the window again Athene cringed, the space boulder looming down. The smaller meteorites had been falling for a while when he thought of something. His lusus was still outside. Rushing back to the window as he had many times today he nearly toppled out, stopping just in time. Pressing two finger to his lips he let out a shrill whistle, calling his guardian home. After a moment he saw the Snowy white feather beast burst out of a tree in the far distance. Her four wings propelled him homeward rapidly, but as she came within a couple hundred feet from Athenes lawn ring something plummeted from the sky. A burning meteorite slammed threw the beautiful beast, tearing a hole the size of a bowling ball in her chest. Athene could only watch, jaw agape as his lusus fell into the thick wood. After a moment of disbelief Athene started to flay his arms about like he was having an argument with some one, his flabbers being thoroughly ghasted. Stumble-running back to his husktop he opened a new conversation in trollian.
-- polarOwlet [PO] began trolling deceptiveEmissary [DE] at 23:15 --
PO: okay, so i think i may be a lot more fucked than before. My lusus just got shot down, there's a meteor bearing down on my head and I need your help. you know that file i sent you earlier? decompress it, run the host program and connect to me.
Elsewhere....
Huh, so he is kinda alive... Crucio thought having watched his outburst, something extremely uncharacteristic of the mighty golden knight. After his assault on the floating gold sphere his room was now plus one floating sword ball. This was just weird.
FF: Congratulations, it would appear that you are out a sword and plus some weird ball thing. As for what to do I think there may be a slot for the captcha-card over on the.....totem lathe? I can't really tell for sure I don't know how to zoom on this console.
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Post by jinx on Jul 9, 2012 21:14:13 GMT -5
Gawain checked his husktop, rolling his eyes inwardly. He already knew that. He noticed that the top of something yellow and cylindrical was poking up from the top of the tube. He cranked on the wheel, which moved more smoothly this time. A thick yellow cylinder emerged, and Gawain immediately captchalogued it, feeling productive. He dashed back over to the Totem Lathe and placed the dowel in its designated spot. The Lathe immediately sprang to life, slicing curves and dips into the cruxite and carving it. He snatched up the carved cruxite - he decided to call it a totem - and took it over to the remaining machine, the large circular platform. He placed it on the smaller platform, and a small table appeared. An elegant grail sat perched in the table's center, glowing slightly. Swordsprite, meanwhile, was clanging away in the corner, hovering in an agitated manner over the corpse of his lusus. He retrieved his husktop and typed.
GW: Milady is there anything you can do about my lusus? It's very distracting especially with that darn sprite making all that dreadful clamor over him.
MEANWHILE IN SNAKELAND
Ananta was in the middle of running the file that she had been sent. While the spirograph on-screen experienced a debilitating seizure, she checked on her lusus. Surprisingly, the snake was awake. It had risen up to its full, intimidating height, and was now hissing and flicking its tail rapidly towards the Matriorb. It scooped it up in its tail-tip and set it back down, eyes shining brightly. Curious, Ananta stood and approached the beast. Scales rustling, the cobra lowered his head and rubbed her slender nose against the troll's cheek. Ananta laughed and picked up the Matriorb, feeling its significant weight in her hands, the warmth that emanated from its smooth, grey surface. She captchalogued it, and Cobramom nodded encouragingly. Seeming satisfied, the snake relaxed and curled itself back up, and was asleep in moments. Ananta took a moment to remember how much she loved her lusus. Her husktop pinged loudly, and it appeared that program had loaded. She pressed [ENTER] as directed, and the screen changed to reveal... A room. An extraordinarily messy room, at that. Junk everywhere. She made a small noise of disgust, and then she saw a dark shape lurking by what she assumed was a window. She giggled and prodded at the feather-strewn troll. Curiosity piqued, she selected a piece of junk - something bloody and unsanitary, hopefully - and chucked it at him.
DE: Hahahahaha, I think I'm going to enjoy thisss!
She scrolled through the various options provided by the game. Several machines appeared to cost a currency called grist, but there were four free objects. She dropped the card in Athene's lap, deployed the Totem Lathe in an available section of free space, placed the Cruxtruder on the roof, and set the Alchemiter in the lawnring.
DE: I don't know what half thisss ssshit isss, but it'sss ssserpently not my problem! Have fun!
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Post by Athene on Jul 10, 2012 12:14:55 GMT -5
Athene had retreated to the window, which seemed to be becoming a bad habit. As he watched the meteor, glaring at it, he felt something jabbing at him. In his state of panic, his reaction was rather....eccentric. Upon contact the young troll jumped forward and up while spinning around to see what had hit him, only to be met be a flying skull to the head. After a dazed moment on the ground he got up, noticing the pre-punched card landing in his lap. Ananta. He didn't appreciate the humor at the time, but at least she was deploying his saving grace. Springing off the ground he landed upright, and card in hand he ran to the lathe, slamming the card into the slot on the lathe with undo force. With that task done he barreled up the stairs leading to the roof of his rather tall hive. Nearing the top of the stairs he tripped, smashing his face into one of the stairs and knocking out one of his canines. Oh well, teeth grow back. Finally reaching the roof Athene stared at the cruxtruder as if it were his mortal foe. From his sylladex he withdrew an item he had been holding on to for a long time for seemingly no reason. This is why he never threw anything away, everything was useful. A white feather popped off his cape and landed, a plume of smoke appearing, then dispersing again to reveal an old, busted up thermal hull (refrigerator). With a smirk Athene placed one hand on the underside of the hull, the other on the side facing him. In one quick movement he hefted the appliance up and hurled it towards the cruxtruder. Years of training with bows had increased his arm strength, the bow strings being extremely taught, as well as having increased his accuracy well enough for him to strike the edge of the lid with the massive rectangle. In a sickly green flash the cruxtruder opened, sending the thermal hull skyward with its concussive force. From inside the cruxtruder came the green kernelsprite, awaiting its imminent prototyping. as the thermal hull flipped through the air its doors swung wide open, dumping a cache of carious bones from both trolls and beast down towards the roof. A large cluster fell directly onto the kernelsprite, causing another bright flash. When the light dispersed there were two things by the cruxtruder. A green cylinder, and a macabre green skeletal...thing. Its body was made of various bones that hardly fit together to make a piece-meal corpse. In a fit the dreadful abomination clattered loudly and proceeded to buzz about Athene's head in an annoying manner. Swatting at it Athene retrieve the cylinder and placed it in his sylladex, a lime green feather appearing on his cape. As he walked toward the stair to return to the totem lathe a shadow loomed over the entry way. looking up Athene gasped, flinging himself backward as the thermal hull fell back to earth, plowing threw his roof and a few sets of stairs. Oh well, no biggy, he could just glide down on his cape. Approaching the edge of the hole the hives structure cracked loudly, the roof under his feet dropping out and sending him straight down three floors. Slamming into the ground of his respiteblock he looked up, the thermal hull having completely destroyed one of his two husktops. With a groan he forced himself up, holding his chest. Broken ribs, great. Stumbling over he retrieved his portable husktop, which was running Sgrub, and captchalogued it. He then took the totem out of his sylladex and placed it in the totem lathe. Immediately it began to carve, Athene having already placed the card in its slot. Quickly it was finished, leaving holly with a carved green totem. Walking to the window again he looked out to see the the alchemizer. Fuck this, no more walking. Athene thought, taking a chair and throwing it threw the window. he soon followed the same path out the window and to the alchemizer, slamming the totem onto its platform.
Elsewhere....
Crucio watched as gawain went through the motions of the game, making sure to remember what he did for when she would have to do the same. All the while the swordsprite clinked and clattered over the dead hoofbeast in what must have been the most aggravating displays anyone had ever seen. Reading the message she had gotten from gawain she obliged, mousing over and picking up the dead lusus. She wasn't so sure what she was supposed to do with it, it would be in bad spirits to simple toss it out the window. As she carried the dead hoofbeast about, looking for a way to remove it without causing Gawain any distress she bump the corpse into the swordsprite, yet another bright gold flash blaring across the screen.
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Post by jinx on Jul 10, 2012 13:10:35 GMT -5
Gawain whipped around, forgetting for a moment about the grail, only to be blinded by a brilliant flash of golden light. He rubbed wearily at his eyes, hoping that this wasn't becoming a pattern. In the next moment, a colorful assortment of swears fought their way out of his mouth, resulting in an incoherent jumble of filth. He blinked and approached his sprite, who was neighing and pawing impatiently at the ground. It appeared that, in trying to relocate his dead lusus, Crucio had thrown it into Swordsprite. The result was frightening - a long-limbed hoofbeast, with a glistening sword protruding from its forehead, snorting and whinnying like some sort of eager, godawful tool of war. He rubbed a temple. In the blink of an eye, Hoofsprite was shoving him towards the window, coming dangerously close to goring him. Gawain protested, but to no avail - the lusus simply ignored him and continued pushing him along. After a few moments of stubborn progress, they were a couple inches away from the port. Gawain reluctantly poked his head outside, and frowned. That can't be good. A massive chunk of blazing rock was hurtling towards his current position, honing in on his hive and shooting downwards with a vengeance. Gawain sighed, inhaled deeply, and calmed his nerves. He had absolute faith that this would all turn out well, though, in truth, he had no idea what to expect. His husktop rang. He checked the screen, and was surprised to see the jade text of his other female friend.
DE: Run thisss file, and quickly! I'd prefer not to die today, if you don't mind.Sgrubhost.exe GW: Of course right away milady. DE: Shut up and run it already, I don't have much time to sssit around and chat, you pisss-blooded idiot!
Ignoring the insults, Gawain clicked on the file, and a spirograph - one bearing shocking similarity to the Kernelsprite - popped up on his screen. He drummed his fingers along the side of his husktop, waiting patiently for the program to load. After a moment, text scrolled across his screen, saying something about successfully connecting to the client. The screen changed, and Ananta appeared on his screen. The girl elegantly flipped him a bird and then typed madly away at her husktop. Another ring, another message.
DE: I need you to deploy the Cruxtruder, the Totem Lathe, the Alchemiter, and the Pre-Punched Card. Quickly, now! I've got the gissst of what I'm doing, thanksss to thisss very graceful owltroll and hisss panic-ssspree. GW: Milady I hate to inform you of this but you are telling me things I already know. But enough of this idle chatter I shall deploy those machines for you. Feel free to ask if you need any assistance. DE: Gawain? GW:Yes Milady? DE: I owe you a jacket. Don't die before I get the chance to give it to you.
-- deceptiveEmmissary [DE] ceased trolling goldenWolf [GW] at 23:20 --
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Ananta slammed down the lid of her husktop and captchalogued it immediately, a burning determination heating her face with flushed green color. She was NOT going to die today, and she was going to go about the process of playing the game with style and grace, unlike a few other trolls she could name. Her lusus was awake again, swaying back and forth slightly behind her. Ananta raised an eyebrow at her, and the lusus nodded. She had been busy since she had last spoken to the object of her red desires. She had observed Athene as he stumbled about his hive like he was high on sopor, breaking bones and carving a totem. She had spoken to her lusus about what was about to happen, and they had come to an agreement. She had captchalogued several key items that she knew would be helpful, as well as one music box that held sentimental value. She had grabbed her book on herbology, which contained several pressed and dried specimens, as well as her trusty wooden staff. And now, as machines appeared out of thin air and landed all around her, she hopped up from her sunning rock, eager to begin. The Pre-Punched card was first, landing on the ground in front of her. She captchalogued it immediately. The Totem Lathe was placed near the roots of one of her trees, smashing several delicate flowers and a few rare mushrooms. She sucked in a breath, bit back her wave of fury, and dashed over to it. She expelled the Pre-Punched card from her sylladex, and it hurtled towards Cobramom, who snatched it with blinding speed and tossed it to Ananta. She unwrapped the packaging and slammed the card into place. The Cruxtruder dropped down onto the flat surface of her sunning rock. While the final machine - the Alchemiter - slammed down just a few feet away, the troll dashed forward and took a flying leap at the Cruxtruder, bringing both her feet down on the lid with gusto, and then tuck-and-rolling backwards as it exploded open. Ignoring the sprite, and the ominous countdown, she cranked the wheel, and a Cruxite Dowel emerged. She snatched it, not even bothering to captchalogue it, and flew back over to the Lathe, slamming the dowel into place. The machine responded by slicing it swiftly into a unique Totem. Ananta captchalogued it and rushed back towards the Alchemiter, dropping it onto its proper platform. While the transformation was occurring, she checked on her lusus. As they had planned, Cobramom had kindly prototyped herself, and was now slithering through the air to join her adopted daughter. The troll stood back and admired her handiwork. She was just able to glimpse the meteor, racing towards her but still very distant. She had hardly broken a sweat and was ready to go.
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