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Post by demicat1313 on Jul 10, 2012 13:21:06 GMT -5
a now odd shaped "totem was sitting in my lap, i suddenly remembered that there was another machine holly had strewn about my hive, i guessed it was somewhere beyond the great hall and knowing holly he probably dilibratly destroyed atleast one of my bookshelves doing so, i jolted up grabing the totem with bolth hands i took off down the great hall past the dimness and strange mirrors past the dust and cobwebs i ran as fast as i could down the hall...so fast that i almost collided with the doors, lucky for me i had opened them earlyer in the day, i narrowly slipped past the opening and knew right away something was not right, i stared in horror across my library...at least a dozen or so shelves wer topeled creating a barrier around the machine, i capchlogged the totem and proceeded to climb i cringed as i stepped on old tomes and srolls but ther was no other way to get to the machine, possibly the only thing that could save us. was almost over the yop of the mound and i could see the strange table like machine, i forced myself over the last shelf and hit the floor with a dull thud a sharp pain shot through my left arm i forced myself up with my left arm and feebly stood on my legs, shaking, i began to cross the limited space btween me and the strange apliance it had a round pedastal that seemed perfect for the totem i ejected it from my sllyadex and placed it on the pedestal the machine began to whurr to life a light shown in the center as something began to take a all to famillar shape... it was a book, i almost screamed how was this supposed to save us??? but i decided maybe the answer dwelt inside. slowly i opend the book, light shown around me and more shelves began to crash to the floor it felt like an earth quake... then everything was still, and the book was gone.
DC: h-holly what happened???
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Post by Athene on Jul 10, 2012 14:07:22 GMT -5
Athene heard his husktop ping, a message having comein, but at the moment he was a little preoccupied. Moments ago he had placed the yellow-green totem on the pedestal, and now sitting in the middle of the table like platform was a small green owl statue. He stared at it blankly, silently contemplating what he was to do with this cruxite trinket when the little bird began to hop over to him. Startled he backed up a bit, and the owlette responded by screeching and taking to the sky. As soon as the green bird was airborne he knew exactly what to do, as if it was his second nature. His bow was withdrawn from the deck, an arrow knocked in place. The little bird had flown high and fast, directly toward the meteor, which now loomed so close its heat was detectable easily. Squinting Athene took aim on the fleeting foe and let fly his deathly payload. The arrow fly true and struck the owlette, the bird shattering like glass on impact. Athene had closed his eyes, and feared the worst. Despite having hit the cruxite artifact he still felt the meteors hellish heat, what had he done wrong? Reluctantly he opened his ganderglobes, and what he saw was thoroughly the most surprising thing yet. Looking out from his lawn ring he saw a wide, flat expanse of land covered in ash. Specking the landscape were the charred corpses of what looked like once grand frond nubs. The ashen ground hid hundreds of millions of tiny red embers that perpetually burned, removing any new grown vegetation's chance of survival. Littering the ground were charred corpses and bones of what must have once been the lands consorts. Of course to Athene this was just a big burnt out planet, so he was reasonably gobsmacked. Slowly backing up he returned to his hive, redeploying his husktop and reading the message that had be recieved earlier.
PO: no clue hwat happened with you, but im in some kinda burny wasteland. i dont think its alternia though, i dont see your hive anyhwere, but i can still see you on my screen.
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Post by jinx on Jul 10, 2012 14:41:59 GMT -5
Hoofsprite dragged Gawain away from his husktop, biting into the back of his shirt and pulling, as soon as he had deployed the necessary structures. He shoved the troll towards the grail, which he had completely forgotten about. Gawain grabbed his computer before it was out of arm's reach and typed a quick message to Crucio.
GW: Milady I am not absolutely certain of what is about to happen but if I do not act quickly I will most certainly be crushed to death by a meteor. Therefore if you do not here from me again I am most likely dead or unconscious. I apologize for any inconvenience.
-- goldenWolf [GW] ceased trolling fallenFishy [FF] at 23: 25 --
Gawain captchalogued his husktop and stood up straight, shoving his lususprite off of his back. The horse whinnied and pawed at the floor of the hive as Gawain grabbed the grail off its glowing platform. He pressed it to his lips and drank. The liquid inside was flavorless and incredibly hot, and he sputtered as it scalded his throat. He scrubbed at his eyes, stood, and stretched, letting the cup fall from his hand. He walked over to his window and blinked rapidly, surprised. He had been expecting a meteor, announcing his imminent doom, but instead he was met with a drab, grey plain, cut through its center by a curving, serpentine river, and bordered on its far edge by massive mountains that sliced through the low, thick, downy cloud layer. A few dark shapes were hovering beneath the clouds. As soon as they spotted his hive, however, they darted away behind the mountains. Where...am I?
ELSEWHERE
Ananta was beginning to feel the heat of the meteor, so she reluctantly peeled herself off her sunning rock. She had been feeling a little arrogant, so she decided to sun herself beside the Cruxtruder for a few minutes before heading back over to the Alchemiter. She stretched luxuriously and trotted back over to the machine. Sitting in the center of the platform was a mid-sized tree with a plump-looking piece of fruit, and the tiny figure of a troll was perched beneath the fruit, eying it hungrily. Ananta plucked the fruit from the tree, and the troll licked its lips, rubbing its stomach. She handed the fruit to the troll, who took a bite, and then gave her a look of betrayal. In a sudden flash of violent light, he exploded into glittering dust. Ananta shook her head and looked around, a bit disoriented. Her eyebrows raised inquisitively as she took in the floating chunk of rock that her hive was balanced on top of, as well as the rest of the floating chain of islands. Over her shoulder, Cobramom was hissing inquisitively. "I...I dunno what this is, mom. I really don't. Looksss like fun, though."
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Post by Athene on Jul 11, 2012 14:06:31 GMT -5
After a moment without reply from Appolo Athene re-captchalogued the husktop, walking to the window and looking out on the charred landscape. For the longest time he scanned the nearly flat land, nothing but as and dead frond nubs visible for miles. Every now and then he would think he saw something moving beneath the ash, but when he looked he saw no such thing. His lawn wing seemed to be protected from the embers somehow, having not already ignitied. This was fortunate, he would rather not have his hive burn down in this gog forsaken land of shit and ass. What he was supposed to be doing here was completely beyond him, so he did what any rational troll would do. He started to inventory his precious junk. He started with the nearest pile and started digging, tossing anything from broken arrows and bones to random dead electronics. After a few minutes of digging he burst out of the pile with a joyous sound, knocking junk in all directions. In his hands was a bag of the most delectable, magnificent Gelatin Wrigglers one could ever hope to see. He thought he had run out of these delicacies sweeps ago! Of course by sweeps he meant a few days, but that was neither here nor there. Tearing the bag open his plucked one of the green and blue ones, his personal favorite, and tossed it into the air. With as much grace as he could muster, which isn't a lot, he caught the treat on its way down, quickly devouring the little worm. Repeating this a few times he captchalogued the bag of worms, no point eating them all now. He was about to return to his garbage-burrowing when he heard a noise approach from behind him. It was familiar but he couldn't place where he had heard it before. Slowly he turned around, and it all became clear. He suddenly understood everything.
Okay no, he still understood jack shit, but he remember the sound. Floating angrily behind him was a big. Green. Bonesprite. It clacked and rattled angrily at him, and he responded in the most logical way. He ditched post and flew out the window like a wannabe sopor-hero. Landing gently with the assistance of his amazing cape he looked back to the window, seeing the Bonesprite glaring at him angrily. He nonchalantly walked backward, flipping the bony asswipe off. However as mentioned earlier Athene was not the lord of grace normally, and he stumbled backwards over the edge of the cruxtruder. Landing flat on his ass he looked at the smoke filled sky and mumbled a few choice words before gaining his feet again and heading off into the ashen environment. After nearly ten minutes of walking Athene began to notice some odd things. Every now and the he would see something move out of the corner of his eye, only to look and find nothing there, and he kept hearing and odd clattering whiny in the distance. Something was certainly up. He turned around, having decided it safer to deal with the Bonesprite than whatever was out in these ashs, but upon turning around he spotted what must have been pooping about in the corner of his vision. Behind him stood two rather strange creatures, the first was ashy white and skeletal, having a skull much like the one one Bonesprite. They other was a coal black with similar bones, but it possessed horns heavily reminiscent of his Moirail. The both of these creatures held swords, the white one holding black and vice versa. Put off for a moment by the horns most familiar to him on the black imp Athene had to wonder if he had really seen misu on his husktop screen earlier. His moment of thought was cut short though, the two imps engaging in GRIEF! (troll version of strife, thank the sexy wikis) Quickly retrieving his 2xLongbow from his strife specibus he readies himself, the two imps charging. The first imp swung its weapon rather clumsily for Athene's mid-section, the other behind it readying a vertical downward slash. Athene jump upward, easily over the short imps swing, coming back down and stomping on the white imps sponge-case. The black imp swung its blade, and Athene was already prepared to eliminate the beast, having knocked and drawn an arrow before landing on the imps companion. For a moment as the black imp encroached Athene hesitated, the horns still having him a bit off put. The hesitation passed, and the arrow found its target. A splintering sound echoed threw the silent landscape as the arrow flew threw the imps skull and off into the distance. The imp's skeletal body popped into some odd shaped menagerie of things that looked oddly like fruit confections, some being blue, some black. Quickly the things were sucked towards Athene, and then vanished. This wasn't to unlike the old days when he was a FLARPer. Suddenly Athene remember something very important. He was standing on the white imp still. Knocking another arrow he aimed it downward at the imp under foot, putting the arrow threw its head as he had the last. It too exploded with the odd little shapes, which vanished in a similar manner. Well maybe this place wouldn't be so bad if there were more things to kill, though the coal imp still lingered in Athene's mind. It was eerie how similar the horns were, he would have to assure himself that Appolo was still alright when he returned to his hive. A while of tedious walking later Athene returned to his hive, heading inside and to his respiteblock. Setting his toppled stool bakc upright infront of his work bench he retrieved his husk top from his sylladex, quickly checking to make sure that Appolo was still alright. The fluffy headed bastard seemed fine, but to be sure Athene moused over and bumped him and few times with the cursor. Afterwards he popped open the Phernalia Registry, checking through again for no obvious reason. Oddly enough it seemed he had missed deploying one of the free devices in the registry, this one being designated as the PUNCH DESIGNIX. Calmly the troll retrieved the machine and set it neatly in the great hall of his moirails residence, pressed back against the wall. It looked almost like an instrument he had read about in one of Appolo's books. After a moment of thought Athene realized that Ananta had neglected to deploy this piece f equipment in his hive as well, what a sloppy host! Switching tabs Athene hopped onto trollian, clicking the jade green name.
-- polarOwlet [PO] began trolling deceptiveEmissary [DE] at 23:20 --
PO: you know you suck at games? like alot, get off you sunbathing ass and drop me this punch designix hwosahwatsit. i'd almost rather have the fish bitch as my host, almost.
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Post by jinx on Jul 11, 2012 20:14:50 GMT -5
(The Punch Designix costs four units of shale/specialized grist to deploy. ^w^)
Ananta sat on the edge of her hive's island, legs dangling off into empty space. She wasn't exactly sure what this place was, but it sure was pretty, and incredibly peaceful. The only noise was the sound of Cobrasprite's soft hissing, the whirling of a warm breeze that swirled, welcoming and gentle, through her hair, and the distant sound of dry grass rustling lazily. She couldn't see the sun through the thin layer of cottony clouds that veiled large patches of the sky, but she could feel its heat on her skin, and she had nothing better to do than lounge around. Eventually, she felt a subtle change in the warmth on her cheek, and looked up to see a petite, dark shape, looming over her curiously and staring at her with big, dark eyes. She had just enough time to register the vicious, talon-like claws, the forked tongue that flickered from between its lips, and the skeletal frame of its arms before the beast was arcing upward and over the side of the cliff, a lovely blue bruise on its forehead catching the sheen of the sunlight before it was lost to view. Its partner stumbled backwards and joined him in the fatal plummet. Ananta lowered her wooden staff, unraveling from her coiled-up position of attack. She re-equipped the weapon and, still shaking slightly from the burst of adrenaline that always came from fighting. Not thinking, she sat down and attempted to retrieve her husktop, so she could check up on her friends. In a blur of movement, a brown-paper-wrapped package shot out away from her, landing on a tiny island a good fifty feet away. GogDAMNIT. Resisting the urge to indulge herself by facepalming like a motherfucker, Ananta sighed and relaxed. Within a few moments, there was a slight tug on her shirt to indicate that the item had returned. She wasn't sure how this abstract system of retrieving solid items could physically affect her, but she didn't really want to think about it. Head cleared and pulse slowed, she turned towards her hive and released the item. The package slammed into the wall, creating a slight dent in the sturdy stonework with the powerful force of the impact. Rolling her eyes, Ananta trotted over and retrieved her husktop, which was unharmed. She opened it and was immediately assailed by obnoxiously loud pinging noises. Agitated, she hissed and ran a hand through her snarled, tangled mane of hair. Apparently, the owl was griping about some machine. A PUNCH DESIGNIX. Grumbling, Ananta scrolled through the phernalia registry. She saw the machine he was bitching about. It seemed to cost four units of grist, a material that Athene had apparently collected a small store of. Deploying the thing would use up some of the material, but if he wanted it deployed, then she would deploy it, damnit. She dropped the machine dangerously close to the troll, half-hoping her hand would twitch and she would get a leg or something. But no such luck - it rumbled and settled securely next to him.
DE: There. Happy? I would have deployed it earlier, but it ssseemsss to cossst grissst, a material that lacked prior to you going - well, wherever you're at. By the way, where are you at?
He ssseemed - whoops, seemed, sorry - he seemed to be sitting in some sort of ashen, shitty wasteland, and there was a piece of something gooey and multicolored on his face. Was that a piece of Gelatin Wriggler candy? Disgusting. She wrinkled her long, thin nose in disgust.
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Post by Athene on Jul 12, 2012 9:03:04 GMT -5
Athene had been waiting for Ananta to finish whatever snakey business, casually launching gelatin wrigglers upward and catching them on their return vector. One of the little bastard in particular had whipped about awkwardly and landed on the bridge of the trolls nose. Yes, we actually have noses sometimes. The sticky confection would have gotten caught in his shoulder length hair which normal sat over his face like a curtain, but with his head facing upward it had revealed his face, something it rarely seemed to do. In a split second some large object slammed into the ground beside him, just to the side of his workbench. It's impact sent some junk scattering and nearly made Athene fall off his stool, but he regained his balance in time. Looking at his new toy he popped up from the chair, the wriggler rolling off his nose and getting caught by his protein chute.
PO: to be honest i have no clue hwere the fuck i am, its just like a big burnt out place with dead things and not-so-dead dead things. you still running from space rocks or are you in the land of ash and retards too?
Poking at the device inquisitively Athene noticed the slot not unlike that that was on the TOTEM LATHE. Eyeing it he removed a card from his sylladex which contained some dried hoofbeast jerky. He stuck the card in the slot and amazingly, nothing happened. PIECE A SHIT Athene shouted mentally, slamming his fist on the punch designix and hitting the keyboard hanging from it. The machine reacted by making a loud :KERTHWAP: noise, which sent Athene jumping backward. Eyeing it he chucked a few bits of junk its way, making sure it wasn't going to exploded violently or anything. Feeling the junk chucking had diffused the situation he retrieved the captchacard from the slot, and found it now to be plus a few awkward holes. Maybe this one would teleport him to a less boring world. Walking over to the hole that lead to his roof Athene stared up threw it, seeing little arms and swords peaking over the edge. These. Fucking. Skeleton things. RAGE JUMP Athene used the illustrious rage jump, his undo anger giving him an extra boost. Flying up threw the hole with bow in hand he commence griefing these skeletal shitheads. Immediately coming threw the hole he launched an arrow into one of the four imps tromping about on his cruxtruder, taking two more down before he touched the roof itself. Landing in front of the final coal imp Athene was caught off guard, the little tramp having readied its attack before he landed. Narrowly avoiding the sword Athene kicked the beast in its bony jaw, sending it flying a few feet to the edge of the roof, where it promptly fell. Athene began collecting the grist when he noticed something. The imps blow hadn't entirely missed, and it had managed to hit his cape, shearing a few feathers from it. Turning around to where he was when the attack was issued Athene saw two halves of his bag of gelatin wrigglers lying on the roof beside his now debunked quiver. Fucking imps. He reclaimed the gelatin wrigglers, which were mostly unsoiled, but the quiver was fucked, oh well, he had others. Collecting all the grist on the roof he turned to the cruxtruder, which now was adorned with a nice big pile of cruxite dowels that the imps most likely extracted for whatever reason. Gathering up a bulge load of them he hopped back down into his respiteblock, dumping them from his sylladex again and setting up a dowel pile near the punch designix. Grabbing one he slammed it into the totem lathe, sticking the card into the hole and letting the lathe do its lathy thing. He then took the carved totem and bailed out the window before placing it on the alchemizer's totem table. The result of his careless keyboard punching was a ever so pleasant reminder of home during the holidays. Now sitting on his cruxtruder was a behemoth leaving. Begrudgingly Athene put the godly turd in his captchalogue, a new brown feather appearing on his cape. he removed the captchacard containing the massive shit from his deck, prepared to chuck it into the ash when he remembered something. Flipping the card over he glared at the captchacode threw the curtain of hair between him and the card. The troll then thought thoughts, fruitful ones. Only a short time later Athene found himself knee deep in duplicated arrows, captchacards and gelatin wrigglers, dancing a jaunty jig. This is stupid, so he stopped. Captchaloguing the harvest he admired his cape, which was now a menagerie of colors and nearly long enough to drag along the ground. Maybe he should do something productive after all this dicking around. Nope, he would probably just alchemize more crap and kill imps.
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Post by jinx on Jul 12, 2012 11:10:12 GMT -5
DE: Asss if I were that lame! No, wherever I am isss much cooler than the land of Moronsss and Dussst or whatever. There'sss a bunch of floating issslandsss everywhere, and I think I sssee a volcano in the dissstance. It'sss really bright and sssunny, too. Now, ssstop dicking around and do sssomething productive, you ussselesss bag of filthy feathersss.
That accomplished, Ananta retrieved another item from her sylladex, making sure that she turned towards her own island this time. The item shot out and landed on the opposite edge. The troll darted after it like a dragonfly on steroids, scooping it up and tearing off the packaging, which dissolved into a thin dusty material before being carried away by the wind. Producing the Blank Card, which she had found while rummaging through her music box, she made her way back to the Totem Lathe and set it by the machine. She grabbed her husktop and pulled up a new conversation with her wannabe redrom.
-- deceptiveEmmissary [DE] began trolling goldenWolf [GW] at 23:27 --
DE: Hey, Gawain! I know you might be busssy, but would you mind deploying the Punch Desssignix for me? Set it down anywhere you sssee fit, preferably sssomewhere on my isssland, if you would. You know, if you're alive, which you'd better be, 'caussse if you're not, I'll kill you. ^w^ GW: I am very much alive and well milday but thank you for your concern. I am not exactly certain of where I am at though. But enough of my problems they are not your burden to bear I shall sort this out eventually. For now I will deploy the Designix as per your request. I hope you are well. You appear well.
Crap, that's right, he could see her! She ran a hand through her messy hair and rubbed some of the dirt off her cheek.
DE: I'm fine, thanksss. Now, hurry up and deploy that thing, I don't have all day! ^w^
She turned, trying to approximate where Gawain might drop the machine, but before she could make an accurate guess her thought process was interrupted by the squeals of a dying Imp. The little mongrel had been sneaking up to her on her left side (being that she was half-blind, she had to give it credit for either strategy or dumb luck) but had now taken the form of several units of Build Grist and another Grist, which appeared to be a white cube called Talc. She snatched it up immediately and turned to face her new threat, which seemed to be comprised of a white imp with a sword protruding from its forehead, and a white-and-pink swirled imp with horns that were reminiscent of a pawbeast's ears. She retrieved her staff and dealt the Talc Imp a powerful blow to its cheek, sending it sprawling in the short grass. The other imp lunged at her with surprising speed and agility. She managed to block its skeletal claws from raking her face, but it quickly rebounded and came back for another attack. This time, however, Ananta was ready. As the Imp shot towards her, she swiveled her staff around and ran it through with the serrated business end of the weapon. It gave a pathetic whimper and died in a shower of Build Grist and Marble. Meanwhile, its partner had struggled back up to its feet and was now limping away from her in wide-eyed fear. She dashed up and dealt it a punishing blow to the head, cracking its skull and killing it. A wide, fearsome smile spread across her face, displaying a full set of pointed teeth and vicious-looking fangs. This was the most fun she had had in ages. Sure, collecting and studying flora was neat and all, but while other trolls had smashing eight-balls and doing sopor, she had adrenaline rushes. The feeling was pure power, and she adored it. But enough of that. With all the immediate danger out of the way, she now had time to fiddle around with her new machine. Athene had already put his to good use, judging by the piles of shitty arrows and shittier candy that surrounded him, and she intended to put hers to better use. First things first: transportation. From her sylladex, she selected a large chest, which barreled into her hive, destroying a wall in the process. Oh well, that could easily be replaced. She snatched the package, unwrapping it by the Lathe and letting the substantial black chest thump down heavily. She opened the lid, which creaked slightly with age, and withdrew a book. It contained several pressed plant specimens, each one carefully labeled and preserved. Two of them in particular caught her eye: one, a swirling leaf with a seed attached to the end, which could glide by spiraling downwards; the other, a seed attached to a clump of fluffy silk, which allowed it to drift on the wind. She pulled a face and closed the book. From another compartment of the chest she retrieved a rolled-up poster, and she unraveled it slowly and carefully, smiling. It was a poster of her favorite mythological figure, Troll Hermes. Troll Hermes was a god-like thief, rogue, and all-around badass. She had another poster with his counterpart, Troll Loki, but Troll Hermes had the item that she wanted. She captchalogued it and closed the chest, deciding not to recaptchalogue it, in case she needed another item and not another broken hive. That finished, she picked up her Blank Card and trotted back over to the Designix, punching the card. She returned to the Lathe and inserted the card. A healthy pile of Cruxite Dowels had already been extracted from the Cruxtruder by Cobrasprite, that damned helpful snake. She grabbed one and placed it in the Lathe and carved a totem, which she promptly alchemized repeatedly to create a shit-ton of Blank Cards. Placing one of the cards in the Punch Designix, she typed in the code for the Hermes poster and then one for the pair of boots she had picked up pre-entry. The machine made a few loud, hideous, industrial slicing noises and produced a freshly punched card. Ananta grabbed it and repeated her earlier process, spending a good chunk of her Marble and some of her Talc to produce WINGED BOOTS. They weren't quite as pretty as Talaria, the winged sandals that they had been modeled after, but they were certainly very eager - the wings flapped madly, kicking the boots wildly. Ananta strapped them to her feet with slight difficulty, and they seemed to settle down, thankfully. She tested them out, kicking off the ground with one foot and promptly proceeding to do an acrobatic pirouette of the fucking handle an into the side of her hive. Okay, these things take time. She just needed practice. And while she practiced, she could also dick around, kill more imps, and alchemize more possibly practical items. She was determined to be more successful with her creations than that damned owl, if nothing else.
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Post by Athene on Jul 12, 2012 12:55:58 GMT -5
After enough imp molesting to make a music montage, Athene returned to his hive, his figurative pockets heavy with grist. He sat before the designix, pondering what else he could use the beautiful machine for. Grabbing two cards he had already punched, one containing the code for arrows and the other for gelatin wrigglers, he proceeded over to the totem lathe. Glancing at the two cards he sandwiched them together, forcefully cramming them into the totem lathe's orifice. Soon a new totem had been carved and Athene bounded out the window to test it. The result of this was both useless, and delicious. Lying on the alchemiters plateau was a wiggly arrow made of gelatin. Though this was useless, the premise was profound. Science was taking place. Back in his hive Athene dug threw his piles, soon gathering three items onto the workbench. The first was a Tyson (troll dyson) bladeless whirling device. The second was a sliding switch, most likely meant for lighting fixtures. The last was his precious 2xLongbow. He captchalogued the bow and wrote down its code, duplicating it. Stashing the original he would use the spare for the experiment. First inserted a blank card into the designix, punching it with the codes from the sliding switch and the bladeless whirling device. he then alchemized the resulting totem, the item being a whirling device with a sliding power adjuster, allowing for much stronger winds. He then captchalogued the bow, punching its code into the card, and then doing the same with the card containing the adjustable WD. Placing both in the totem lathe he and proceeding to the alchemiter he began the mad science. Now resting on the table was a beautiful thing. Snatching it up he placed it into his strife deck, readying the beastly bow. The TYSOON 2XLONGBOW[/B] was not unlike the regular 2xLongbow, the major difference being the tube protruding in the area that the arrow is propelled threw. On the tube is a slider to adjust the strength. Knocking an arrow Athene set the slider to its extremity, Pulling the arrow back and taking aim at the burnt husk of a frond nub. Letting the arrow go it practically vanished, accompanied by a tremendous whooshing sound. As soon as he let the arrow go the frond nub was shattered into fragments, the arrow apparently having hit and traveled threw it with astounding force. This. Is. Sexy. In moments Athene found himself back in his hive producing another tyson BWD. He removed his cape, captchaloguing and writing its code down before putting it back on. He felt nude without it. He punched the codes for the BWD's and his cape into the designix, which in turned punched holes into a blank card. He followed the steps again, and soon was in possession of a simple badass device, named the TYSWOOOSH[/b]. He placed the new cape over his shoulders and transferred his entire sylladex onto it, coating it in feathers. Under each feather rested a tiny but powerful BWD, and on command they fired up. There were two sliders, one on the left and one on the right of the interior of cape, and at their lowest setting the BWD's allowed Athene to hover about a foot off the ground. Feeling adventurous Athene threw the sliders to their highest realms, a moment passed as the BWDs made a humming tone and then without warning they launched Athene straight up. As he flew upward he struggled to gain control after such a sudden lift off, but managed to get a hold of both the sliders. Lowering the power allowed him to level and begin travel forward, and adjusting one side to be stronger or weaker then the other allowed him to turn. After a bit of flight training Athene lowered the power to its minimum, gently floating back to the ashen ground below. The only major down side to this was that when close to the ground the BWDs kicked up the ash with their breeze, but it wasn't to big a deal. Returning to his hive he had one last thing he needed to make before setting off for some adventuring. After a bit of rummaging he had gathered another five items. A small red laser pointer, a flash light, a metal box, a magnifying glass and a large dinner plate. He went about the process of crafting these things together, and to simplify this we shall use a few formulas.
laser pointer && flashlight = laser light dinner plate ll magnifying glass = magnifying plate magnifying plate && metal box && laser light = Laser beacon.
Athene took this to the roof of his hive and set it up, flipping it on. The beacon shot a large, red laser straight up into the clouds. This would allow Athene to find his hive rather easily while out adventuring. With that task finished he headed down to his respiteblock, captchaloguing his husktop before heading outside. He fired up the TYSWOOOOSH, rocketing off into the sky, shouting something about adventure as he flew.
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Post by jinx on Jul 13, 2012 9:30:03 GMT -5
After several, relatively embarrassment-free practice sessions with her boots, Ananta was becoming very proficient at flying. She had already power-stomped the hell out of a few very surprised imps, kicking her heels together to paralyze the boots' spunky wings so she could drop out of the sky like a venomous, airborne reaper onto the soft, delicate skulls of her prey. But it seemed that she was running low on imps on her own island. She would have to begin exploring the other islands, a prospect that was exciting, but something that she wasn't sure she was quite ready for. She landed easily, planting herself down by the Punch Designix. The boots were fine, sure, but they lacked a certain oomph. Also, she probably looked ridiculous. She decided to fix that.
She slapped a fresh blank card into the Designix's slot and entered the codes for a handheld lighter and a pair of gloves, creating the card for Hands of Sick Fires, a pair of scaled black gloves with a glowing circle in the middle. When the forefinger and the thumb were brushed together quickly (ie, snapping your fingers) the lighter would light, creating a semi-powerful flame that would burst out from the palm. Next, she punched a card for an amplifier and overlapped them in the Lathe's slot. The Lathe carved a very wobbly-looking totem, which was alchemized to created THE GLOVES OF SICKNASTY VOLCANOES. These were basically the Hands of Sick Fires on steroids, creating an eruption of fire from the user's palms that would allow them to launch off with rocket-like power, and turned on and off with a snap of the fingers. A few more items were crafted, including:
The Boots of Sicknasty Volcanoes [same formula, simply replacing gloves with WINGED BOOTS, which creates a pair of black scaled boots with rocket-powered launchers on bottom and mechanical, flaming wings on the sides] Oversear's Staff = wooden staff && lighter [creates a staff that would be a powerful, fireball-shooting weapon if it weren't so easily flammable] Staff of Sparks = Oversear's Staff && scaled gloves [an improvement on the Oversear, a straight staff with a scaled exterior. Shoots mid-range, mid/high intensity fireballs.] Flamethrower = lighter || amplifier [duh]
Curious, she performed a || combination on the Staff of Sparks and the Flamethrower, creating THE DRAGON'S MAW, a staff that possessed a glimmering, red-golden coat of scales as well as the capability to spit long streams of fire from the mouth of carved golden dragon head that adorned its top. She lovingly stroked the dome of the carving's spiny head.
GodDAMN, this is an attractive bit of finery.
A few more alchemizations ensued.
Shades = glasses && nightshade petals Dragon Shades = Shades || dragon's tongue petals [creates a very dark pair of sunglasses with red-golden scaled exterior, enhances the user's heat-seeking senses if they have any (Anny does)]
With all this progress, I guess you could say she was *dons shades*
On fire.
Pyro's Husktop = husktop || Hands of Sick Fires [gives the Husktop a scaled exterior, making it extra tough and fireproof; if an underling touches the husktop, it lights them on fire]
Finally, she retrieved a few items for a personal treat.
Cinnamon Squeakers = cinnamon && fresh squeakbeast
Oh gog yes. She could eat these things all day. The flare of heat from the cinnamon, the touch of wild gamey flavor from the squeakbeast meat, and the gentle snap and crunch of the sweet candy bones with their real marrow filling, crushed between her teeth. They were amazing. She created a few bags full, captchaloguing all but one. She withdrew one of the delicacies and popped it in her mouth, and then captchlogued the last bag. After changing into a more appropriate outfit for flying (a pair of very cute shorts and a white v-neck tee) she equipped her boots, gloves, and shades. A final step: she unwound her scarf and let it drift downwards into the seemingly endless drop. She followed suit, performing a graceful swan dive off the cliff and shooting upwards, the sound of her engines igniting creating a powerful POW noise. She soared gracefully, laughing ecstatically. This was living.
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Post by Athene on Jul 13, 2012 12:31:38 GMT -5
Sweet mother of a feather beast the grist fountains flowed like the blood of the culled. It was to easy, all he had to do was float about in the sky and rain furious arrows down on the poor unsuspecting bastards. So far he had decimated more than a few battalions worth of imps, not to mention the legions of skeletal ogres and basilisks. His grist gutter was fat and full of coal and ash and build grist, and he could only imagine what other wonderful devices he would craft out of the delicious looking blocks. All the while he floated about in the sky he didn't see a single structure or any life besides the underlings, it was rather curious for a planet to have nothing but ash and assholes, but oh well, so long as there were things to shoot it was all good. Lowering the power on his cape he floated down to the ground to collect the grist from a few slain basilisks, but as he near the ground the breeze coming off his cape gently blew away the ash that covered it, revealing a flat stone platform with a large cellar door in the center. Gathering up the scattered grist Athene then proceeded to the door, reaching down and grabbing onto the handle. Giving it a good tug he flipped the door open, a staircase lying within. He found himself greatly tempted to go in, but the recess was excessively dark and he was without any thing to light his way. Reluctantly he turned away from the door to find his beacon, the bright red beam guiding him hiveward. In no time he was gliding back down to his hive to scrounge up some more material. This time he retrieve a light bulb, a skull that had fallen from the thermal hull, a pile of miscellaneous computer parts, more miniature tyson BWDs and a few spare magnifying lenses. Threw a now well practiced process he combined the lot of them and created the TYSON SKLAMP BUDDY 26K![/i] In its currently dormant state it looked like a troll skull made of metal with a few little lights blinking on the side. Pushing one of the lights down Athene tossed it into the air, a light hum emitting from it as it began to hover beside him. Out of its eyes show a bright light, easily enough to light up a dark corridor. Content with his new toy Athene walked to the edge of his lawn ring, the skull floating after him. With that he blasted off to return to the cellar, his light following behind him. After a short flight and a bit of grist farming Athene had returned to the strange cellar, heading down the stairs confidently, bow in had and skull close behind, shedding light into the hall. Once inside Athene was astonished be the shear disappointment within. For the most part it was just a simple stone hall, a few odd bones being the highlight of the area. After a few minutes of walking he found himself at a dead end, the only thing on the back wall being a rather small, round hole. Grabbing the sklamp Athene looked into the orifice, the hole reaching extremely far into the wall. At the very back of the hole was what looked like a small button. Stepping back Athene plopped against the wall, sliding down into a crouch. He sat there thinking, tossing gelatin wrigglers into the air and catching them. Trying to shove a pole or something in the hole wouldn't work, the button was way to far back. He wasn't really sure how he was going to push that damn button, but he knew for a fact he had to. After sitting on the wall for what seemed like sweeps he stopped, a gelatin wriggler plopping onto his nose. Staring up at the ceiling of the cellar for a moment Athene shift his view onto the wall infront of him, facepalming. Standing up he grabbed his bow and walked a few feet from the wall that held the hole, knocking an arrow and launching it into the hole. It easily made it to the back, hitting the button. A few moments passed in complete silence before an ominous scraping sound came from the wall the held the hole, and moments later a loud cracking raged in the corridor. Backing up Athene felt the floor shudder, the area infront of him starting to crack in rectangular shapes before falling down into whatever void lied under the floor. Turning back towards the exit Athene began to sprint down the hall, the floor collapsing right behind him. As he neared the stairs he felt the ground begin to fall beneath his feet, springing forth with all his strength he reached out to catch the edge of the stairs, but before he could fall far enough to have to catch the stairs he felt his chest slam into a solid surface. Picking himself up he looked to see what he landed on, and to his surprise he saw a long flight of stairs. All down the hall the floor had broken in small rectangular segments, each reaching farther down into the abyss below. When they fell they created a staircase that reached into the underground crevice. Now this is fucking adventuring. Eagerly Athene descended the stairs, and the lower he went the more he began to feel a very noticeable breeze. By the time he reached the bottom the breeze had grown into a gale with winds that threatened to blow Athene off his feet. The sklamp was constantly trying to resist the wind as well, but it eventually failed and was sent whirling back into the dark. Judging by the loud crack one could guess it smashed against a wall of the chasm, leaving Athene in the pitch black darkness. Blindly he groped about in the dark, trying to find the stairs again. Every now and then he could hear the sound of things shuffling about, the sound nearly being drowned out by the wind. As he found the stairs he felt a sharp pain run across the back of his right calf, kicking what had to be an imp a moment later. Quickly grabbing his cape he threw the sliders high, launching up threw the staircase and out into the dim light of the surface. Eyes dashing about he tried to locate his hive, only to see the red beacon flicker and vanish in a moment. It was enough to locate his hive, but it appeared the damned underlings had followed the light to his hive. Soon he reached his domicile, seeing the two imps on his roof who had chosen to use his beacon as a soccer ball. Athene easily dispatched the two. Gliding down to his lawn ring he knocked three arrows in tandem, firing them into the face of an angry coal cyclops before heading inside to clear out his hive of the vermin. After cleansing his hive of the underlings he turned his attention to his injurey, using a spare shirt to wrap the long gash that now ran across the back of his leg, the yellow-green blood soaking threw a bit. At least he didn't have to walk, he could just fly everywhere. After tending to the wound a bit more he flew up to the roof of his hive, captchaloguing the beacon. Looking upward he noticed something he had overlooked before, most likely due to the large laser that had obstructed them. Floating above his hive were a row of odd green spirographs much like the ones he had seen on the husktop screen while downloading Sgrub. Out of curiousity he flew up to the first one, accidentally going threw it and appearing inside what seemed to be a large palace filled with pipes. before he could stop to investigate he hit another gate and was spat out again. This time he appeared in a place that was entirely to damn bright, the sudden shift in light level blinding him. Before he could adjust to the change he felt himself smash into something somewhat round and hard, sliding off it a moment later and gently floating to the ground. After sitting on the rather plush ground for a good period of time his eyes adjusted to the light, allowing him to see. He now found himself sitting on a large island amongst many others, the ground having a plush grass. Glancing about he saw something in the distance, zipping around like a rabid moth. Squinting a bit the object came into focus a bit better, and after a moment Athene nearly found himself chuckle vomiting as he watched his fellow green blood fly around in shorts that she honestly couldn't pull off. Retrieving his bow he equipped it with the rather useless gelatin worm arrow he made a while back. Turning the power down he knocked the floppy arrow, letting it fly. Everything felt like it went into slow motion for a moment as the wriggling worm barreled straight for her head. This was the greatest idea ever. EVER.
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Post by jinx on Jul 13, 2012 13:29:18 GMT -5
"SHIT!" Ananta felt something wiggly and gelatinous slam into her cheek, throwing her off balance. She twirled awkwardly through the air and managed to regain her footing in time to hit the nearest island with an impact that sent shock waves up her legs. She brushed dirt off her shorts and stood, looking around wildly. She groaned as she spotted a familiar, long-haired troll. His horrendous cape, which looked like a rainbow drinker had caught a horrendous case of the flu and vomited, had apparently been improved with rocket-like modifications. Cheater. She spat out a tooth that had been knocked loose by the surprisingly effective gelatin arrow and waved, taking a slightly unbalanced running start and blasting off - P-P-POOOOOOW - to join her sort of friend. She hovered in front of him for a moment, then let herself drop down, legs still shaking from the earlier ground-plant. She punched his shoulder amiably.
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Gawain was knee-deep in tall grass and diamond grist, having already fought his way through a decent horde of monsters. He had initially been eager to fight them, thinking they would be a challenge unlike the evils he normally battled, but they were more...inadequate than he had planned for. Honestly, even when he didn't even put any effort behind the motion of swinging his silver axe, they still sliced open so easily. The Orcs were a bit crude for his personal tastes, but at least they had a little muscle. The Basilisks, with their broad, vicious smiles and winding, serpentine figures...they reminded him more of a friend than he cared to think about. He killed them as quickly as possible. He had been keeping an eye on this friend, watching her progress and noting with some interest the large variety of items she had alchemized. He kept this in mind for the future, when Crucio had time to deploy more machines for him. Of course, he wouldn't contact her until she spoke to him. She could be doing something terribly dangerous that required her full attention and unbroken concentration. No, he would be considerate and let her work in as much peace as could be afforded. Right now, though, he had a bigger problem than worrying about a friend who may or may not be in danger. Ananta seemed to be associating with that- that- Ugh, he couldn't even think of a name that properly expressed his completely rational distaste for Athene. Murderer, cruel, and highly inappropriate were all fairly straightforward names, but none of them were properly insulting. He decided that once she was done speaking to the avian troll, he would contact her and inquire about that. Of course, he wouldn't interrupt her. That would be rude. He heard a slight sigh and turned to his left, where an angel was perched on a thin tree bough, slender legs dangling. Its incredibly long hair, ash grey and thin, floated upwards slightly, though there was no breeze. Where eyes might once have been, there were only dark streaks. The nose, too, had disappeared, flattened against the face so that thin slots of nostrils were all that remained. However, they possessed wide mouths with rather dangerous-looking teeth as their very prominent, singular facial feature. This one appeared more feminine than masculine, and her paper thin, pale skin glowed slightly, though no sun shone through the low clouds. She let her feather-cloaked wings curl up against her back, tucking them into slots along her protruding spine. The consorts were lovely, but they seemed to be in a state of constant sorrow. Gawain decided it was best not to approach her. When he tried to speak to them, they either ignored him or grew agitated to an irrational degree and flew away screaming hellish bloody murder. He backed away slowly, circling around her and giving her plenty of space. Settling down in the grass several yards away, he rested his head on his hands and planted his elbows into his legs, watching the scene with Ananta unfold on his husktop screen. Oddly enough, the color had been absent from his husktop as if leeched away by a greedy rainbow drinker. Come to think of it, there was no color in this land anywhere. He hadn't really thought about it. He decided to reflect on the thought while he waited.
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Post by Athene on Jul 13, 2012 16:55:18 GMT -5
Athene watched on in sublime comedy as Ananta performed several magnificent pirouettes off the fucking handle and into the island, having to resist rolling about and clapping like a retarded seal as he laughed. He might have felt bad about knocking out her tooth, but realized he really didn't care, this was to brilliant to let be spoiled by petty guilt. After he regained his composure and sat back upright he saw Ananta hovering before him on some kinda flaming wing shoe things, kinda lame compared to his badass cape but whatever. He took the punch like a man, standing up and chuckling a bit. " I have to compliment you on the beautiful flippy shit you did, so whats this place all about, its alot less fucked up and ashy than my playground." Athene said, glancing about the place curiously. Off in the distance on a cluster of small islands Athene could see what looked like a group of imps scurrying about like the mentally damaged little bastards they were. Looking back to the other troll he smirked. "Why don't you show me what other toys you've got?" Boosting himself up a few feet he beckoned for Ananta to follow him, kicking the BWD's into gear and swooshing off to the other set of islands.
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Crucio sat at her desk, leaning back in the chair with her feet up staring through the hole she had recently put in the ceiling. She watched as the sea life swam by, completely unaware that soon it would be dead, and so would she if this mysterious mother glubber didn't log in soon. Looking back at her husktop she grumbled irritably, the blue bastard never seemed to be online, even in the last hours of their race. After a few more minutes of idle bullshitting around a thought hit the highblood. She quickly hopped out of her chair, which fell backward, and performed an impromptu lass scamper into a storage closet. Inside, against one of the walls was a shelf containing all sorts of sundries, and the third shelf from the bottom holding a total of roughly five husktops. What? Any logical person keeps multiple computers on hand. Captchaloguing three of them she took the last to back to her desk by hand. Shoving the one she had been using back she set the other two infront of it, side by side. She transferred the file from one computer to the others, loading the host program on one and the client on the other. She pressed enter on both and sat back, watching the spirographs lazily. After a short time they both finished. She then shoved the client husktop back along side the one running host for Gawain. She would have to check on him after she was done with this. She quickly accessed the phernalia registry and deployed the Cruxtruder, Totem lathe, Alchemiter and Pre-punched card. She snatched up the prepunched care and lobbed it into the totem lathe's slot before darting off down a corridor to a different room, returning with the corpse of an octopus. She set the dead inkbeast down by the cruxtruder, drawing her wand and using the fuchsia mile to to pry the lid off it. As the Kernelsprite floated out of the cruxtruder she chucked the dead inkbeast into it, blocking her eyes from the bright flash of light. She gave a nod to the octosprite and wheeled a cruxite dowel from the device. She then proceeded to the totem lathe, which sat just to the right of the cruxtruder, and carved the dowel into the totem. Finally she went to the alchemiter, which sat near the other machines as well. She had been sure to set these up in a logical way, for easy access. She sat the totem on the pedestal and watched the alchemiter's arm scan the lump of cruxite. Before she knew it a large cruxite figure stood before her on the alchemiter, a female troll owing a heavy resemblance to the Emperess made out of fuchsia cruxite. Crucio immediately backed away, feeling panic grip here. The feminine figure only smiled at here gruesomely. It reached its hand up to its chest and placed its fingers over its heart, forcing them into its chest. Soon the figure pulled out its own heart and dropped it onto the alchemiters patform, disappearing once more. Crucio sat on the floor across the room from the alchemiter, a few fuchsia tears running down her cheeks before she regained her composure. Quickly she stood, wand in hand and walked to the heart. With one hand she secured it on the table, placing the wands tip against it. The mile ran threw the heart, tearing it apart from the inside. Crucio proceeded to one of the many holes in the walls, looking out onto the strange land she was to reside in. The landscape was speckled with rather gruesome and overbearing structures. Gothic architecture being a predominant thing, the building having high arches and strange colored windows. Some of the buildings had gutters that ran with various colors of blood, and a few aqueducts could be seen, logically carrying blood as well. What blood ran off the buildings drained into a large stream that flowed across the land, passing threw each cluster of buildings. After surveying the land Crucio returned her desk, setting the two running host programs side by side in front. She went back threw her phernalia registry to check for new items, and sure enough there was a punch designix she needed to deploy. She dropped it next to her alchemiter, doing the same in Gawains respiteblock. She then proceeded to prompt a chat between herself and Gawain.
-- fallenFishy [FF] began trolling goldenWolf [GW] at 23:31 --
FF: IV you are still alive I placed a new machine in your hive. I don't see you in there so you must either be dead or out exploring you're new environment.
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Post by jinx on Jul 14, 2012 9:43:03 GMT -5
Gawain had nearly drifted off to the hellish, nightmare-laden sleep that all trolls experience without sopor when his husktop rang softly. He opened his eyes and scrubbed at them, blinking rapidly to clear his cloudy vision. A new message was flashing on his screen, the fuchsia color difficult to read at first due to his half-coherent state. He quickly typed a reply, smiling. Of course she was okay. He knew she would be. The girl was clever and adaptive; she could handle most anything. GW: Thank you milady for that. I will return to my hive promptly but right now I am sitting on a rock avoiding a rather depressing messenger of the apocalypse because I would rather the not have my ears bleed again today. I hope that you are safe and well?He scooped up his husktop and, skirting around the sorrowful angel, absconded southwards towards hive. With his powerful legs and high endurance, he was soon sliding to a stop in front of the stone tower. He jogged up the stairs into his respiteblock, which was becoming rather crowded. The new machine, which was not very attractive or elegant, had been positioned next to his Alchemiter. It was the Designix, of course - he remembered its geometric shape and dull color from when he had placed it for Ananta. GW: Thank you milady this will most serpently er certainly sorry come in handy!Of course, he had no idea what he was going to do with it. Having very few items that he could actually combine made it difficult to plan out a million complex items like Athene and Ananta had created. He walked to his desk, still pondering, and opened up one of its spacious drawers. Inside were a few arbitrary items: a small lamp with no light, a chunk of crystal that seemed to contain some sort of flickering crawlbeast, a book with a worn green cover, and a small marble carving of a curled-up hissbeast. He touched the carving's head, and quickly drew his finger back. It was icy cold. He captchalogued all the items, as well as his silver axe. Hoofsprite, who had been out exploring the plain, came floating in nonchalantly, looked at Gawain, and snorted. Sensing no immediate danger, it wandered back out. Gawain rolled his eyes and proceeded to the Designix. He already had a good supply of blank cards - he had found a dozen or so stashed in the cavity of a hollowed, slightly withered tree, for whatever reason. He pressed one into the Designix and, for curiosity's sake, entered the codes for the chunk of crystal and the lamp. He took the resulting card over to the Lathe and carved a totem, which he alchemized to produce Serenity's Lamp. It was a seemingly normal lamp, with a flickering, darting, very happily freed crawlbeast contained inside. The glass exterior of the lamp had taken on an amber sheen as well. For being as basic as it was, it had sure cost him a good chunk of crystal grist. He shrugged, setting the item off to the side. He proceeded to alchemize a few fairly expensive, but far more interesting objects. Glowing Hissbeast in Crystal = glowing crawlbeast in amber || hissbeast carving Peacemaker = silver axe || Serenity's Lamp [the axe itself remained the same, but its keen cutting edge now glows furiously with golden light when in the presence of enemies] Liar's Lamp = Glowing Hissbeast in Crystal && Serenity's Lamp Trueblade = Peacemaker || Liar's Lamp
Now this was a weapon. The original one-handed, basic silver axe had now morphed into a lustrous golden axe with a dangerous serrated edge on the axehead. The upper part of the shaft was wrapped in a carved silver snake with flickering emerald eyes, whose angular head was resting on the top of the shaft. The axehead would glow brighter and brighter as the carrier would get closer to where they truly needed to be. Also, the damned thing was just incredibly sexy. He normally went for minimalistic and functional, but he surely was not objecting to this.
He stored all the created items in their appropriate locations, with the exception of two. He left the original Serenity's Lamp sitting on his desk and slung Trueblade over his back. That accomplished, he left his hive and set out towards the mountains, which he had been meandering towards anyways before Crucio had contacted him. Trueblade gave a pulse of light, seeming to confirm his instinct, and he smiled.
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Ananta snapped her fingers and clicked her heels, alighting the flames on her Volcanic set. She rocketed up to his side, and slowed. "You wanna see 'em? Well you're about to get one helluva fire show!" she shouted over the wind, and equipped her lovely Dragon's Maw. She spiraled downwards towards one of the nearby islands, which seemed to contain a decent variety of both Imps and ugly, brutish Ogres. With a menacing cackle, she proceeded to rain waves of fire on the underlings. The Imps dissolved almost immediately, while the Ogres roared in pain as the flames licked at their powder-white and pink-swirled hides. After a few moments, they shattered into large piles of grist, which Ananta scooped up quickly. She skidded to a stop on the now empty land mass, ignoring the crackling, flawing grass at her feet.
"More destruction for me, or do you feel like showing off now? I'd love to see what's new with you. After all, I haven't been paying very close attention to your escapades as of late - as you can see, I've been busy." She snapped her fingers, and the flames on her palms flared up brightly before going out.
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Post by Athene on Jul 14, 2012 19:07:58 GMT -5
Crucio neglected to reply to the gold blooded man, instead opting to watch him perform the process of alchemizing various objects, surely a skill he gained by observation of his client. Once she understood the gist of how the alchemy worked she set off to created at least one item, preferably something to help her get out of this fish bowl that contained her home. She already knew what she needed to do to achieve this, retrieving a blank card from the supply closet. Heading to the punch designix she removed her shoes, captchaloguing them and reading the code. After placing the card into the designix she punched the shoes code in. Next she retrieved her wand from her strife deck, punching its code in. She retrieved the card from its slot and placed it in the lathe along with a fresh cruxite dowel. Once the dowel was carved she alchemized its item, the resulting foot wear being a pair of slip on fuchsia loafers with hollow lines flowing from the tip to the tongue of the shoe. If she wasn't mistaken this would function like her wand, needing blood to work. It would be best for her to acquire some yellow blood, its effect being the desired one. She could easily have asked Gawain to send her the code for a jar of his blood, but looking out onto the land beyond her bowl she could tell finding some yellow blood wouldn't be an issue. The issue was getting out. In retrospect maybe a better combination could have been preformed to escape the glass prison, but now she was out of grist. With a grudging groan she settled on the decision, she would have to break her bowl and lose all the water. She could live dry, but just because she could didn't mean she wanted to. Retrieving her wand she proceeded out of her hive, swimming to the edge of the bowl. She placed the tip of her wand on the thick glass and in moments the fuchsia tendrils began to creep into the clear surface, which began to crack and splinter. In a quick movement Crucio wrenched the wand back, pulling the tendrils with it. The sudden jerk caused the glass to shatter, the water rushing out as the glass was washed away. Crucio had held herself in place against the torrent by anchoring herself on a bit of unbroken bowl, and once the water finished draining she glanced around, surveying the damage. Many items from within her hive had been sucked out from the waters exodus, and she appeared to have mistakenly flooded a nearby village. Some of the gothic houses had been damaged by the flood waters, and many of the consorts seemed to be in an uproar. (not sure what they are yet I'll work it out later) After a moment of consideration she decided she would avoid them for now, they didn't seem to cordial at the moment. Instead she headed to a small settlement opposite the one that had been struck by the flood, where the locals may be more pleasant. She soon reached the cluster of gothic houses, but none of the consorts came out, all of the little beasts simply sitting and staring from their stained glass windows. It made her skin crawl. She went about her business quickly, finding a gutter that dribbled with yellow blood. She let the blood dribble onto her new shoes, and soon the lines that ran along them hanged from grey to a bright yellow. With a little concentration Crucio was able to lift herself up and float about using the psyonic qualities that yellow blood often had, using this to get a view into one of the aqueducts that ran nearby. as expected it ran with a medley of blood, mostly from the lower end orange to blue. Setting herself on the edge of the aqueduct she waited for a large blue clot to float by, jabbing her wand into its center. Drawing it back out quickly she watched the fuchsia color that spiraled up the wands shaft turn to a bright blue. Blue was one of her favored magics for battle, allowing her to fire bolts of blue energy fair distances. Hopping down from the aqueduct she floated to the ground, only to be greeted by a group of unfriendly looking group of copper imps, their skeletal bodies now pocked with writhing tentacles. It was mildly cool, if not somewhat macabre. The first of the dim witted beasts took point, charging the royal. She simply lifted her wand and blasted the beast point blank with a clod of blue energy. The beast shattered into grist pieces, and soon so did its allies. She would have to farms so more of these beasts for resources.
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Athene sat hovering, watching as Ananta set the underlings ablaze. He was pretty impressed, he hadn't improved his strife spec as far as she had, but he could change that later. Hearing her he smirked, pulling his bow forth from his strife deck. He slide the power settings to their highest and glanced about, looking for a good set of targets. Off just a bit away sat a few imps, an ogre and a basilisk, they would make good pin cushions. Pulling an arrow from the quiver on his hip he tossed it into the air, letting it flip a few time before catching it and knocking it. Drawing it back he aimed at the ogre's forehead, letting the arrow fly. The projectile delivered its damage instantly, moving just under the speed of sound. The orge hardly even moved before it shattered into a pile of grist, and before the grist hit the ground Athene had knocked another two arrows and sent them to eliminate the imps. Lastly fell the basilisk in a manner similar to its allies. Athene turned in the air to face the girl, giving a slight shrug. " I could use a bit more improvement on the bow, but I think you can help with that."
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Post by jinx on Jul 18, 2012 19:34:15 GMT -5
"Did you have something...spicy in mind? Because I might have the scratch to that particular itch, if I may be so bold." Ananta raised her eyebrows, letting small flames jet from her palms almost close enough to singe the other troll's eyebrows. It was all for fun, of course - she was very impressed with his little bow show, but she wasn't going to tell him that. He could figure it out for himself. She grin mischievously. As an afterthought, she added, "Also, don't kill too many of my monsters - I need that grist, you greedy bastard." She cackled and, lifting of the ground with a low whir, she made her way with a fair bit of grace back to her hive.
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Gawain was beginning to hit the foothills of the mountains. Up close, the stone was not the uniform grey that it had appeared from a distance. It was actually quite beautiful - the surface was marked with elegant diamond swirls that seemed too graceful to be natural. He was considering scaling the mountainside - an unappealing option at best, as he was ill-equipped for such a task and the rock face was steep and lacked any real footholds - when Trueblade gave an unexpected pulse of furious heat that singed his hand. He hissed and automatically tossed the weapon to his right hand, waving his lightly seared fingers through the air. Once they cooled, he switched the axe back to his dominant left hand. Pain now subsiding, he had a chance to closer examine Trueblade. The lower left side of the axehead was shining softly, while the rest remained cool and its normal lustrous color. Taking the obvious hint with a roll of his eyes, Gawain turned to his left and began tapping the stone wall that he had seen there. Nothing happened. After a moment, a caked-on layer of moss began to peel off, revealing a smooth indention in the shape of a hand, pressed an inch into the face of the mountain. Instinct led him to press his hand there. He started slightly when tendrils of soft, pure white energy peeled away from the quartz and wrapped his hand in incredibly sensational warmth. It faded away after a moment, and a large section of stone began to slide downwards with a shower of silvery dust and a surprising lack of noise. Trueblade gave an almost gleeful pulse of golden light, and Gawain smiled broadly, entering the tunnel.
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