Hivebond

[fenrir]

OoC Thread.

 

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> Rohter: Get up.

 

Oh no no, that won't do. You have better things to do than to get up, like sleeping. Sleeping is much better. A rumble from your laptop says otherwise though, seems like someone is trying to bug you. You decide you might as well get up and check what's up with this guy or girl.

 

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A 6 sweep old troll emerges from his recuprecoon. Unfortunately for him, his recuprecoon is a few feet in the air! As he gets up his hand slips on the side and he crashes down, knocking a few MODEL AIRPLANES around and ruining several blueprints. He just lays there for a few minutes, then gets up and wipes the slime off him. There's still a bit of remaining slime in the middle of his shirt, which happened to also be the middle of his sign, a circle with four lines going out diagonally. That looks... Oddly strange, but he merely wipes it off and continues.

 

His room is extremely messy, and also extremely wide. There are various MODEL AIRPLANES, MODEL SUBMERSIBLES, MODEL SPACECRAFT, and MODEL CANONS. They're everywhere holy s***. A lot of blueprints and various ores are also scattered about. There were a couple tools here and there but nothing that important. In the middle of the large room was a very tall machine of sorts, that on closer inspection revealed to go throughout the tower. His grey laptop stood in the middle of a rather clustered bit of blue prints and ore. What he was working on before he went to sleep.

 

He decided to check on whoever was bothering him.

[Nexev]

Is that a rustle in the woods you hear? A dark flash in the distance, should you be worried.

 

Oh course not, because your already dead.

 

Cause you been NINJA'D!!!

 

OW!

 

One of Naksia's many mortal enemies, the stray treebranch, interrupts her soliloquy, as well as making this third person.

 

Oh well, maybe for the best. It is chilly outside so your EXTREME WATERFALL SHIPING MEDITATION could wait.

 

As you shiver in the cold you head to your mysterious temple hive.

 

During one of Naksia's flarp sessions (a game in which she partaked in to aid in her ninja training) she found a blue blood guild. It was spending time beating up people far lower level, terribly dishonorable.

 

So they have to die. Maybe you should get your friend to help?

 

[spoiler=Naksia opens up trollian.]

 

[HA] _F!

[HA] W_ke UP_!

[NF]Oh god, sigh, what?

[NF]I, ugh, have better things to, hmm, be doing.

[NF]Like maybe, uhhh, calibrating my cannon.

[HA]Y__ W_RE DO__G S__T

[HA]Y_ur n__er awa__

[HA]An_way c_n I bor_ow yo_r ca_n_n?

[NF]Why?

[HA]T_ ki_l s_me_ne?

[HA]D_h

[NF]Who?

[NF]This thing is, uhm, annoying to calibrate.

[HA]So_e blu_bl_od.

[HA]._.

[HA]Can y_u thr_w the ca_non at the_ ins__ad?

[NF]No, ugh, waste of time.

[NF]Give me their, sigh, coordinates and ill put it, uh, in later.

[NF]Got to go I think I hear my, bluh, lusus calling.

[HA]I_ i_ ne_er a w_ste killing peopl_

[NF]so yeah

[NF]got to go

[HA]I'll ju_t st_b the_.

[HA]By_!

 

[fenrir]

Of course, your lusus isn't actually calling. He never calls. You just used that to get away from that ANNOYING b****. Okay well she's not that annoying, but still, you have better things to do than CALIBRATING YOUR CANNON. Like uhm... Work on your new plane. Yeah. That.

 

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Rohter picks up his laptop and begins to descend the spiral stairs down the cannon. If he ascended, he would just meet sky and probably a lot of random ore. Descending however, allows you to reach your HANGAR. His hanger is located in the middle of his hive tower, which happens to be facing a large cliff. It's a last minute add, as the opening from the wall is torn in places and otherwise a very messy place. Once reaching the floor, various FINISHED, HALF FINISHED, or NOT EVEN STARTED ON planes are scattered about. All full sized. The one closest to the hangar exit is your MAGNUM OPUS...

 

The Galio is a RATHER LARGE BOMBER, and your pride and joy. Over the years you've worked on it, tweaking it to perfection. While other planes crashed and burned (he should probably rewire those AA turrets) the Galio has stood in the hangar for all it's lifetime. It's probably about time you've launched it. The only thing you're missing though is a rare and elusive ABYSSAL ORE. You've tried to tell your lusus to find it for you but he never listens ugh.

[The Warden]

> Be the tree branch

 

You can't be the tree branch because right now the tree branch is too busy being the tree branch.

 

> Nexxen: Okay, then be the troll

 

Trundling along a non-made road is a large oxen creature plodding along. It is attached to a small cottage on wheels. Except cottages don't exist in this world. It is in fact an Oxger drawn Hive. Sitting to the front and holding the reins is a 6 solar sweep old troll, he is staring ahead of the road. He isn't looking for anything, he just spaced out. The hive bounces on a stone along the path, casuing a lot of banging form inside. Looks like you'll need to put everything back one you stop for the evening. Unlike most trolls, you enjoy the sun, considering it is easily safer for you to travel during the day. Constant STRIFE at night makes things, difficult.

 

> Nexxen: Stop and feed your lusus

 

You've already done that.

[fenrir]

You decide to pull out your laptop and pester your friend. Your friend that ISN'T A NINJA, PIRATE, HUNTER, OR a******. So basically, your moirail, the only sensible guy on the planet.

 

[spoiler=Troll Nexxen]

nF: Okay, sigh, what are you doing?

sH: I'm traveling, same as usual

sH: And yourself?

nF: Finishing my, uhh, magnum opus.

sH: Magnum opus? Remind me

nF: The, ugh, Galio.

sH: Ah yes, has your lizard found the piece you needed?

sH: Actually, don't answer that

sH: I already know

nF: Well he actually didn't, yawn, yet.

sH: I figured

sH: You may be a little...unemotional, but I can still feel your slight disappointment

sH: Or is it frustration?

nF: Whatever, sigh, lets you sleep.

nF: Regardless, ugh, he'll have it soon.

nF: I think.

sH: I'll pray for you

nF: Oh gog, uh, not this again.

sH: You're always like that

sH: You gotta have something to believe in

nF: Oh my, yawn, gog.

nF: That is the stupidest, sigh, s*** I've ever heard.

sH: Sigh, you really are a little stiff sometimes.

nF: What?

nF: Not my fault I was, uh, gifted with being an extremely, bluh, powerful psionic.

nF: I'm not stupid like, yaaaawn, some others.

sH: I can feel that you know?

sH: It's not the best emotion

sH: So don't get started or you'll get me started

nF: Well be thankful I don't, siiiigh, have my psionic powers.

nF: Or else, bluh, that would be hell.

sH: I know you wouldn't do it

nF: Whatever, ugh, helps you sleep at day.

sH: I sleep at night

nF: Whatever.

sH: Sigh

sH: So, was this all?

nF: No, yawn.

nF: I wanted your, sigh, co-ordinates.

sH: I dunno where I am

sH: I tell you this every time

sH: Why not use your planes to find me?

nF: Because, uhh, my turrets.

sH: You really didn't plan that out, did you?

nF: And I just wanted to, bluh, blow something up that, UGH, doesn't involve, yaaaaawn, Naksia.

sH: Sigh, just try not to blow something up, including yourself.

sH: I need to feed him anyways

sH: He's giving me the look.

nF: You mean the look, uhm, that he'll eat you?

nF: Fine, yawn, take care.

sH: He's loveable

sH: He wouldn't eat me

nF: Whatever helps you, sigh, sleep at night.

sH: Ah, I just saw somethign ahead, guess I need to go

nF: Bye.

sH: Goodbye

 

 

 

Okay so, sometimes he would go all gog loving on you and you'd get annoyed. Still, he's a good guy.

 

---

 

Rohter shut his laptop again, hopping off the top of the Galio. He landed with a thud against the hard metal floor, honestly he probably should adjust the place, but he was soooo busy. He decided to descend once more, from the hangar he reached his quaint living room. Okay it wasn't really a living room, it was just his refrigerator and stuff. Basically the room he spent the least time in. Rohter descended once more.

 

Under the living room was the SUB PEN, where he kept his submersibles. Truthfully he wasn't that much of a fan of them, compared to aircraft. They still interested him however, their oddly mesmerizing gliding under the ocean a truly lovely spectacle to watch. He hasn't actually perfected them yet. It's tricky to test them as it would be silly to pilot them. Dieing was not something he planned to do any time soon. FINISHED and HALF FINISHED subs hung from the cieling, above pens of water with gates leading out under the cliff.

[Ice.]

>Korona: Do something proactive.

 

Like what? What is there that you could possibly do? Well, besides RAIDING A HOUSE. Or playing DARTS. Or FISHING Or trolling somebody.

 

Okay so there are a lot of thing you can do. But you're not assed to do any of them.

 

Yet, the DART BOARD is staring at you. Longing for you.

 

Korona slowly walks towards the DART BOARD and carefully removes the DARTS. She carefully grabs a picture from behind the board. The sight of it just makes your stomach turn. It's a color-photo of your kismesis, that STUPID NINJA b****. You carefully put it on the DART BOARD and walk backward a few feet, until hitting that b**** IN THE FACE becomes a little bit of a challenge. You throw the first one at the board...and you miss. Light was in your eyes. That has to be it. You throw another...and miss. Your Lusus made a noise. That's why you missed. You never miss when something isn't interrupting you. You throw the last dart...and hit the b****'S CHEST. You know the game is cheating. It has to be. So you just ignore it and give it the finger.

 

>Korona: Feed your Lusus.

 

Do you have to? You're pretty sure he can do it himself. That lazy ass can't do anything right. You look out of your window to see him there, sleeping. You glance over at the DARTS and back to him, and you just shake your head. You can't do that. As much as you hate him you love him.

 

Unless he was that NINJA b****.

[Nexev]

Bright, so bright.

 

Sun beating down on the masses, burning all who meet it's gaze. They hide, they hid from fear, and fear makes the sun strong.

 

Naksia? She knows no fear, as she dashed through the light, garbed in her sunprotection shroud, she aims to defy the light, she will bring down the system, one piece at a time.

 

Time passed and Naksia reached her target's hive, she knows not his name, but she knows the crime.

 

That is all that matters.

 

Traitors, they acted agianst those under then them, they acted against those who were the same blood, they cheated at FLARP, they cheated the people.

 

They won't cheat death.

 

They won't cheat her.

 

Green, bubbling and churning, the slime coated her target as they dreamt their sickining thoughts.

 

A flash, green no longer, Naksia is gone before the blue starts to stain the corpse.

 

And thus it goes, stop by stop, swipe by swipe. Under the gaze of the horrid light, darkness has it's vengeance.

 

The world a bit less sickening, Naksia goes back to her hive, there is shipping to be done.

[Ice.]

You get incredibly bored. So bored, you do something inconceivable.

 

You decide to go troll that STUPID b****.

 

[spoiler=Troll Naksia]

 

pC: aye just wanted to be tellin ye that ye suck.

pC: arr lot.

hA: N_h _h y_u're su_kier

pC: ye be the suckiest.

hA: L_ES

hA: G_VER_ENT F_LLED LI_S

hA: I am t_o bes_est

pC: whateverrr the sucky one be thinkin.

pC: but aye know that ye be sucky.

hA: O_e prob_em w_th th_t.

hA: Y_u ca_'t th_nk.

pC: Well

pC: Uhh

pC: Ye be rrretarrrded.

hA: H_ld f_r a _it.

hA: T_ere, bl_od go_ stuc_ in hair.

hA: W_ere we_e w_?

hA: O_ ri_ht.

hA: A_ N_T!_!

pC: arrr too.

hA: S_ys y_u, do_dy h_ad.

hA: DX

pC: you be the doody head doody head!

hA: S_op st_aling my d_sses!

pC: it be what arrr pirrrate does, stupid.

hA: I th_ught y_ur j_b w_s t_ g_t dru_k an_ l_se tr_asure in h__es?

pC: ...

pC: well ye be the supid one.

pC: so ye dont know what ye be sayin.

pC: stupid.

hA: M_ybe y_ur j_st a shi_ty pir_te?

pC: maybe you be arrr shitty ninja?

hA: _y cha_ras s_y ot_er_ise.

pC: if ye was a good ninja ye wouldnt have a weakness.

hA: W_en d_d I h_ve a _eak_ess?

pC: it be herrre the whole time.

pC: aye got one worrrd.

pC: goverrrnment

hA: Y_ur a p_ra_e. N_t .lik_ th_y cott_n t_ th_t an_ be_ter.

hA: =/

pC: ...

pC: so wikipediarrr lied.

hA: W_at'_ a wikipedi_?

hA: I_ i_ lik_ trollwik_

pC: it be something aye stole arrr while ago.

pC: prrrety much.

hA: H_h, so_nds l_ke a s_lly th_ng t_ rel_ on.

hA: Ne_t y_u'll be us_ng b_ack or_cles.

pC: shut up it helps me in life.

pC: but aye be thinkin it be arrr bootleg.

hA: H_h.

pC: but it doesnt mattarr.

pC: you be stayin on topic.

pC: you be a shitty ninja.

pC: an arrrtard.

pC: and arrr b****.

hA: L_ngue_e!

pC: parrrdon me.

pC: my stupid darrrt boarrd cheated.

pC: again.

hA: M_ybe y_u sh_uld tr_ pl_ying w_th yo_r eyes _pen?

pC: maybe ye should stop trrryin to be funny.

pC: aye be the one with the prrrinterr.

hA: I g_t ple_ty of _lue i_k n_w.

hA: At_ract's fli_s ho_ever.

pC: parrrdon me.

pC: aye be the one who can wrrrite.

hA: I b_ t_e _ne w_th t_o ha_ds.

pC: aye be the one who will blow yourrr ass off.

hA: Yo_ can'_ h_t a d_rt b_ard.

hA: Wh_ co_ld y_u hi_ t_e sh_dow_?

pC: you cant hit arrr twig.

hA: O_ btw, Tro_l W_ll S_ith + Tr_per_?

hA: Y/_?

pC: aye told ye beforrre.

pC: aye aint into this shippin stuff.

hA: S_ys y_u.

hA: Y_ur o_ one.

pC: oh verrry punny.

hA: X_

pC: ye be suckin at jokin

pC: almost as much as ye sucks in generrral

hA: _uh u_

pC: at least aye have horrrns.

hA: ._.

hA: _ay good_ye to th_ sk_

hA: You'_l be 6 fe_t unde_ so_n.

pC: ayed like to see ye trrry

 

 

Dear gog she is so annoying. You definitely won that battle. And it will only be a matter of time before you win that war. But in the meantime, you will win your other war as well.

 

With that DART BOARD.

 

You give it an evil glance as you go to grab some RUM. Well, it's actually ICED TEA because of those stupid drinking laws but you don't care. It'll always be RUM to you. You start to drink it as you decide on what to do next. You glance at your fishing rod and shrug. You grab that and your laptop as you exit the Captain's Quarters of your ABANDONED SHIP. Err, you mean HIVE and walk near the shore. You sit down, your computer on your right and your rod on your left. You throw the line in the water and start to reel in a big one! You fell the massive strength of that fish and get excited to just think of this catch. It'll be a great achievement in your life, you're certain. It's nearing you and you prepare to finish it off!

 

Until your lazy ass GIANT PARROT LUSUS flies in and steals it from you. You give it the finger, which then makes you remember the DART BOARD, which reminds you of the anger you just had.

 

That bird can't do anything right.

[Shadow Zero]

>Ride the wind, be the Dragon

 

No. As a matter of fact, HELL NO. For one, you can't be the dragon because the dragon is already taking care of that. For another, you don't feel like being your Lusus. It's bad enough that you have to deal with him.

 

>Ventus: Get off your ass and do something creative

 

You don't feel like it. You're way too busy trying to figure out why one of your inventions is so difficult to mass produce, more specifically one of your most recent inventions that consist of a newly discovered bio-synthetic nano-polymer that you created. The problem is that it is far too difficult for you to mass produce it.

 

Your name is Ventus Shadus. You are an avid follower of many different series that you follow via the internet, since it costs nothing to go and get stuff from torrent sites or to just view is on a streaming site. Your wall is plastered with posters, as well as blueprints for various inventions that are either unfinished, unsuccessful, or unusable in their current form for one reason or another. You are six solar sweeps old, and have a rather useful genetic mutation that you don't talk about.

 

>Troll Rohter

 

Finally a sensible suggestion. You've been meaning to get to him anyway, since he's the expert on most things mechanical. You would say all things, but you don't want Rohter to get a bigger head then he already has.

 

[spoiler= ===>]

DV: Yo. what's up?

NF: Oh, yawn, god.

NF: It's you.

DV: Uh-huh. Hello to you too.

DV: I was wondering if you made any progress with my request for those upgraded gauntlets?

NF: Uhhhh, sigh, what did you specify again?

NF: I have a lot of, uh, stuff around my furnace.

DV: I TOLD you, I want the fingers to be able to reach ten meters in length without compromising the structural integrity of any part of the gauntlet itself.

NF: Geeze, ugh, chill.

NF: Let me just, yaaawn, check.

DV: All right then, you go and do that thing. I'll just be here...waiting....

NF: Back.

NF: Yeah I finished it, sigh, I don't know why you, yawn, wanted it to be specific.

NF: But whatever, uhm, it's done.

DV: If I told you I would have to kill you, and I don't want my Lusus thinking that I am actually listening to his dribble about the whole hermaspectrum hierarchy. I find it to be stupid anyway.

DV: So, you have a machine to send that over or something, right?

DV: Because I want to try it out as soon as possible.

NF: Sure, yawn, ocean or sky?

NF: Also, uhhh, I wouldn't be threatening the Red Blood, yaaaawn, that can blow your hive to tiny pieces.

NF: Soon.

NF: Very soon.

DV: I wouldn't be threatening to Blue Blood that can end your pathetic life due to a moments whim.

DV: Ugh, just make it appear in my room or something. You should be able to manage at least THAT much. =_=

I don't specialize in quantum physics. Or, siiiiiiiigh, appearifying.

NF: I make things go ka-boom

NF: Simple, uh, isn't it?

DV: Wait...you were going to fire it out of a cannon, weren't you? <_<

NF: ...As tempting as that sounds.

NF: No, uhm, it would destroy the device.

NF: Utterly and completely.

NF: Not that, yawn, it was hard to build mind you.

NF: But I sort of have, ugh, better things to do.

DV: You always have better things to do.

DV: So...how do you plan on going about getting my new item here?

DV: Short of walking it here yourself, that is.

NF: If I still had my powers I would go for a fly.

NF: But I, uhhhh, have my courier sub/drone still in, uhm, operation.

NF: They don't get shot down since they're uhm, pretty fast.

DV: Fine, do that then. I'll be waiting in the usual place.

NF: I'm surprised you haven't, yawn, asked for my cannon.

NF: I thought you high bloods were all about the ka-booming of us lower bloods?

NF: Yawn.

DV: Like I said, I don't believe in the arcane blood class system that's been put in place for gog knows how long.

NF: You do, sigh, realize this can potentially cause a star to implode?

DV: Besides, If I wanted to, I could easily create my own cannon. It's the non-blowupey stuff that I tend to have problems with at times.

NF: Right.

NF: I mean, that's the goal.

NF: To blow up the sun.

NF: It's honestly that, uh, strong.

DV: As much as we all detest the sun, we also depend on its warmth for a habitable planet. Sad, yet true.

DV: Okay, I'll go to the designated land/sea coordinates now. Be quick about sending that thing, all right?

NF: Fine.

NF: I'll just use this to impress Felixe.

NF: I'm sure she'll get a kick out of it.

NF: Sigh, expect your delivery soon.

DV: I bet she will get a kick out of it, if she hasn't lost her sense of humor.

DV: Abbysinia.

 

 

Well, that was rather productive. Now all you have to do is go to the land/sea coordinates that you use for such exchanges and retrieve your new item upon arrival.

 

>Get up from your computer and go to the land sea coordinates

 

You are getting rather tired of this thing bossing you around, but you'll bear with it for the moment. You arise from your computer station and walk out of your hive, heading straight for the nearby ocean and stopping just short of the shoreline. Now all you have to do is wait.

[fenrir]

Man, that guy was always so annoying. Although his threats mean nothing to you, the fact that he thinks he can keep them has always upset you. You have mines in the ocean surrounding you and turrets all around. That guy would have to be insane to try. Oh well, time to get his item...

 

---

 

Rohter shut his laptop and jumped off the top of a rather large sub in a pen. Upon landing he walked to one of the walls, decorated with much larger blue prints detailing the insides and the weaponry of said subs. He claps his hands twice, and a secret door opens up in between two blue prints. Go sound recognition! He steps in, pressing a button to the right and the doors shut. The elevator descends down into it's tunnel, much farther down than the volcanic island the hive was built upon. It stopped, and the doors opened again, leading down to a narrow corridor.

 

It was extremely hot down here. The corridor was a bright red, it's material heated up by whatever was down here. Rohter pulled out his ATOM CUTTER and readied the shield. He stepped forward...

 

...And was immediately hit by a blast of green flame. He kept steady and the heat resided. He took another step forward and another blast was shot. The right wall of the corridor was actually the mouth of a large furnace, it's bright green flames striking at Rohter, trying to catch him off balance. He blocked another blast and lept forward, opening the door on the other side and slamming it shut, taking another green blast.

 

THAT was why he disliked coming down to the furnace. Too dangerous since he lost his psionic powers.

 

His workshop was surprisingly cold, the striking silver metal floor clashed with the obsidian bedrock walls. Several tables were set up, with an anvil in the middle and a few buckets of water here and there. If someone saw this place they'd probably flip.

 

On one table was the gauntlet for Ventus. Without another word he grabbed it and headed out back to the elevator.

 

----

 

Back in the hangar, Rohter was placing the package with the gauntlet in the loading area of his courier drone. Once satisfied he closed it and backed away.

 

---

 

The drone flew at a frightening speed from the island, the turrets hardly being able to keep up with it. It flew across the ocean towards Ventus. But... With the way it was angled...

 

CRASH.

 

The drone exploded against the wall of Ventus's hive, leaving a burnt mark and several pieces of metal lying on the ground, the package safely ejected a few moments beforehand, landing behind Ventus.

[Shadow Zero]

You stand facing towards the ocean, your face angled slightly upwards. The drone approached, but then exploded, and you hear a thump behind you. You turn to see your package, wrapped all nice and Neat.

 

>Get your package

 

Okay, you are really getting tired of being bossed around by now. Next time that happens you kill whatever it is typing these messages. Anyway, you walk up to where your package is and pick it up off of the ground. Unwrapping it, you find your new pair of gauntlets which you immediately try on. As expected they are a perfect fit, although they feel a little uncomfortable, but you suppose that's the price you pay for your new item. You begin walking back to your hive and on the way back take the trouble to pass by a tree in the middle of the grassy area between your hive and the sandy beach. you extend your fingers, the gauntlet also extending the same exact length and with a well practiced swing slash through the tree. As the tree falls, you observe other parts of it where you have left huge gouges with your ungauntleted hands. Satisfied, you walk inside of your hive and return to your room, sitting at your computer station once more.

[Ice.]

You decide fishing to be a complete waste of time.

 

Definitely not because you suck at it. That is just a stupid thing to say. Probably something MR. USELESS BIRD would say.

 

You walk back to your have with your Computer and Fishing Rod. Carrying all of that crap with one hand is kind of annoying at times. Well, you got used to it, but it's still a little annoying. You go back to your Hive and enter the Captain Quarters. You drop your Laptop onto your Captain's Desk and prop your Fishing Rod next to that shitty DART BOARD. You sit on the chair and start to star at the ceiling, and get boring again. You take some of your ICE TEA and start to drink it as you start to think on what to do again. RAIDING A HOUSE would take too much work, that DART BOARD cheats, FISHING IS A WASTE OF TIME and YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO PUT UNDER THE X, making your PIRATE MAP useless. Well, you can put the DART BOARD there but it just won't feel good. You want to destroy that thing with your own might.

 

You decide to grab a DART lying on your Desk and try to hit the DART BOARD.

 

You break a window.

 

Screw this, you might as well troll one of your friend.

[Shadow Zero]

You sit down at your computer again when you hear the flapping of wings. It appears that your Lusus has returned from yet another successful hunt, and you can immediately hear him inside of your head, bugging you about that worthless blood class system again. You make it quite clear what you think about that with a few well chosen and rather crass words which causes your Lusus to roar in indignation and smash through your bedroom wall. Strange, he's never done that before. You get up to face him when he suddenly opens his mouth wide.

 

HOLY s***, STRIFE!

You immediately lauch yout fist forward and under your Lusus's gaping maw, your arm stretching as you bring your gauntleted fist up, smashing it into the lower jaw and causing it to slam shut. You take the opportunity of your Lusus howling in pain to jump out of the hole in your wall and do an acrobatic f***ing pirouette, landing on the ground below in a crouching position. You immediately rise up, turning towards your Lusus just as it lets loose flames from its maw. You jump and roll to the side to avoid the flames, then extend your arm and slam a fist into the side of your Lusus's jaw bone. This continues on in a similar fashion for the next several minutes until you decide that you've had enough Strife for the day, at which point you climb onto your Lusus, avoiding its flames as you do so and wrap your arms around its maw. You then hold them there tightly, keeping you Lusus's maw shut until it groans in surrender, as per usual. Only then do you release your hold.

 

As you climb down, your Lusus grumbles to you in your mind about being a rather unruly child who refuses to listen. You retort that he is an old dragon that is losing his edge in a fight to which he makes the dragons equivalent to an irritated "Harumph!" before going to its den in a cave not too far from your house. Sighing in exasperation, you enter your hive through the front door and walk through the living room area, then up the stairs and along a hallway and into your room. you grimace at the loss of your posters and blue prints due to the dragon destroying an entire wall. Well, you have copies of all of your blueprints, but your posteeers! T_T It took you so long to get some of those. Now you're really peeved, although it eventually passes. Ah well, time to move on, you suppose.

 

You then take your new gauntlets and equip them to your gauntlet kind Strife Specibus and sit down at your computer again. You figure you might as well see what is going on in the internet today, or at least that's what you would do if one of your friends weren't bothering you right now.

[Nexev]

HOW DARE THAT B_TCH INSULT YOUR HORNS YOU'LL MAKE HER PAY!

 

YOU'LL CRIPPLE HER FOR LIFE, YOU'LL SEND HER STUPID BOYFRIEND TO KILL HER!

 

YOU'LL.... okay screw it, you don't care.

 

Your tired of killing people, you filled your quota of justice today. Your skin hurts from trekking in the sun, and the closest thing you have to a girlfriend just shunned you.

 

You need a hug.

 

But ninja's never get hugs.

 

One day you'll change this, you'll get the power of love and make the world better.

 

For now you are just going to play a game.

 

You load up Gamegrub and enter as Edwina Blackshroud, one of the THREE YONKOU, the top PETITCOAT SEAGRIFTS in the game. Your famous for being the only one who is NOT A COMPLETE DOUCHE-BAG.

 

Why you chose the Seagrift class is kinda embarassing to you, but you actually like the sea. Sometimes you wish you were a pirate but your simply TOO MUCH OF A NINJA FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. Luckily one of your friends plays a ninja, er I mean a SHADOWED INSUBORDINATE, she is totally awesome and your moirail and like the best person ever.

 

You never told her about your real identity, nor hers, since you KINDA FIND THE FACT THAT A NINJA IS IMPERSONATING A PIRATE A TAD HUMILIATING. She probbaly wouldn't understand anyway, you don't really get it yourself.

 

 

Well know that the exposition banner was filled in, you have a quest to do. The POWER OF LOVE is guarded by EMPRESS GILLS SEVEN EVIL FORMER CONCUPISCENT PARTNERS.

 

This is going to be such a awesome campaign. You should wait for your Moirail to log on first you guess.

 

You should make some ice tea you guess, she likes those.

 

It is a rarely known fact that all PETITCOAT SEAGRIFTS have a INNATE MASTERY OF MAKING BEVERAGES via a archaic game mechanic. It is kinda silly.

[The Warden]

> Nexxen: drink the elixir

 

Okay, it's just a soft drink, but it's refreshing and quite tasty on those hot days. You are sitting inside your hive for a bit whilst your custodian is out on his third hunt of the day, maybe you are working him to hard. The chair you have his quite comfy and relaxing, you would almost fall asleep in it. Your hive is lined with very few things, being one room it has your recuperacoon, a simple pyramid with an enlarged hole for your horns. You are sitting in a chair near it, with your laptop in your lap. Seems no one feels like trolling you, but that is for the best; you prefer being alone anyways. So many people, so many emotions. You briefly wonder how the ninja and the pirate are doing. No doubt they're arguing again, but that's what makes them, them you suppose. Dear lord are you bored at the moment.

[Amethyst Phoenix]

> Felixe: Commence with mundane tasks.

 

What is there to do? Your hive is afloat, your fridge is filled with fresh brewing tea, your Revolving Sniper Rifle is loaded and cleaned, your fireworks meticulously organized.......

 

MEOW!

 

 

Oh hai there. You open your eyes to see a very large kitty sitting on top of you. You'd make a joke about salmon breath, but that is something only your more nautically oriented compatriots would be inclined to do.

 

Your ADORABLE FUZZY WUZZY MEOWCUTE lusus has alerted you to some FORTUITOUS OCCURENCES. A game has finished downloading on your massive desktop computer. Your tea is also ready for consumption, and you have an assortment of FARSIGHT ACCURALENSES to test out on your RSR. Some people call them scopes, but that's because they are vocabularily-challenged philistines.

 

OH MY GAWD MULTIPLE PATHS WHAT WILL YOU DO?

 

 

> Sip tea while looking enigmatic.

 

 

Oh yeah. In your castle, you're the badass. It's you. Not that you aren't a badass everywhere all the locations, all of them but you look especially awesome in your custom chair, designed to accommodate your unique horns. The installed massagers are lined up perfectly with your horns, which come out towards the back of your head and arc backwards in a slight crescent, stopping just short of your shoulders.

 

This tea is delicious. Some might say it is acceptable, but they're just tools who think scoffing can compensate for their deep-seated psychological flaws.

 

 

> Explore those other two avenues of adventure.

 

While the alliteration of the command appeals to you, you must decline.

 

After all, there is slashfiction to read.

 

You dive into your favorite website, Flushed Fancy, and begin to read about the budding romance of two of your favorite characters.

 

You briefly pause to minimize the flashing window telling you that your new game has finished downloading.

 

This "Sgrub" thing can wait, Atepen is attempting to woo Takrak, but Takrak is having none of it. This Trussie fellow writes the best slashfic, much better than those stories you used to read about Trollphiroth and Troll Catwoman getting it on. But you don't like to think about that.

 

 

You lose yourself in your selected literature and GIGGLE LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL. Whatever the hell that means.

 

 

Hopefully some prick doesn't start bothering you. That would just be too predictable.

[Ice.]

Only you say screw that.

 

You see, most of your friends are either annoying, stupid or just don't care.

 

And you assume you're the only cool one out of that group. Why?

 

Because you just are.

 

So instead, you load up Gamegrub and log in as Scarlet Seaiir. You thought the last name would be a clever inside joke seeing as you would be a PIRATE, err, a PETTICOAT SEAGRIFT. But, you kind of didn't understand the class system. So you accidentally picked SHADOWED INSUBORDINATE instead. It doesn't matter. You guess you can consider NINJAS...SHADOWED INSUBORDINATES cool. Not like it matters. You're pretty known there, you suppose. And you also have an awesome friend who's a PETTICOAT SEAGRIFT. Lucky bastard actually knew how to operate the class system. She's totally awesome in almost every way though. Oh yeah, and you too have a quest that you have to do.

 

After the game is finished loading, you look and see that she's online. You don't want to tell her anything about yourself because you telling a PETTICOAT SEAGRIFT...you know what, f*** THAT. You will call them NINJAS AND PIRATES. So, as you were saying, you telling a PIRATE that you are a PIRATE being a NINJA would be embarrassing and would get you shunned.

 

Oh, and you open up Trollian as well. Just in case.

[Amethyst Phoenix]

Oh god damn. Like clockwork, one your friends has bothered you in the middle of your wonderful fanfiction. Can a shipper get a break?

 

=> Felixe: Answer the ninjajabroni

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

[HA] H_y!

[HA] b_uey!

[HA] w_at a_e y_u d_ing?

[uR] Salutations. Not much. Reading literatures on the internets.

[HA] O_h?

[HA] A_yth_ng n_t cr_p?

[uR] I am having a splendid time reading it, but I doubt you'd be interested.

[HA] T_at S_yph/S_er st_ry I l_nk_d u_da_ed

[HA] S_ch a c_te c_uple.

[HA] S_ wo_th be_ng a wa_ted cr_mnal ov_r it.

[uR] The notion that I would read those is beyond proposterous. This "slashfic" of yours isn't really my thing, you know?

[HA] T_e f_ght s_ene in c_apter 6 wa_ excelent.

[HA] Ev_n for a acti_n stor_.

[uR] I am known for deriving some degree of pleasure from action. I MIGHT read it perhaps, but just that one scene.

[HA] R_ght.

[HA] A_ywa_ m_ an_ tha_ nin_a fel_ow ar_ goi_g o_ th_ ne_ FL__P ra_d.

[HA] It's P_E s_ I d_ubt anyone w_uld mi_d you_ assi_tance.

 

 

 

=> Read fanfiction

 

SWEET FANCY TROLL MOSES THIS IS FANTASTIC.

 

Luckily nobody is here to see you drool.

 

OH SHI- You're supposed to be being trolled!

 

=> Get back to Trollian

[spoiler=Chatlog]

[uR] Huh? Oh sorry. Was busy........nevermind what I was doing.

[uR] I suppose I could partake in this raid you speak of.

[HA] S_eet.

[uR] As long as they don't mind fighting over second place on the impact records.

[HA] It's supp_sed to have badas_ rewards.

[HA] B_t the_ ar_ a sec_et.

[HA] W_at if it'_ lik_, an__her game?

[HA] H__ silly wo__d th__ be?

[uR] Another game? I already have one such thing looming in the dark reaches of my desktop, periodically screeching for my attention. I don't feel like booting it up yet. Been kinda busy.

[HA] Tr_e.

[uR] And if that boss drops a ADORABLE KITTY CAT HUGGZ PLUSHIE, I demand it be allocated to my inventory.

[uR] KITTYHALLA<3:3:3 demands a new friend to join its halls of meow.

[HA] Fa_r en_ugh.

[HA] I j_st hop_ it'_ no_ anoth_r super wea__n.

[HA] I a_ tir_d o_ ki__ing ever_thing.

[HA] T_o ea_y/

[uR] Hah. I do not require these artifacts of doom. My RSR is more than adequate for killing anything.

[uR] Every shot crits. Every. Last. Shot.

[uR] You might even say....

[uR] All the crits.

[uR] All of them.

[HA] M_ po__t.

[HA] I h_ve li_e, ev_ry we_pon.

[HA] It m_kes you wonde_ i_ the_ ar_ tryin_ t_ g_t ev_ryone to kill ea_h othe_.

[HA] Th__ y__ real__e tha_'s th_ poi__.

[uR] Could've fooled me that that's the objective of this game. People seem to be unaware of this fact. At least if the massive QQ whenever I enter the PVP zones is any indication.

 

 

 

=> Load up Gamegrub

 

That fanfiction will have to wait.

 

You log in as Seliria Miracleshot, the most accurate and quick ENIGMATIC SHARSHOOTER in the game. You are notable for having a maxed out critical strike chance and an UNCANNY KNACK FOR RIDICULOUS PROJECTILE REBOUNDS. You don't play as much as you used to, because you have completed most of the raids and people get whiny when you engage in player versus player combat. Most of the time you only log in to help your ninja friend with some silly BS. If you didn't it might make her upset, which would result in a decreased flow of fanfiction links.

 

 

Upon logging in you notice a great injustice. These fools are on a sidequest to obtain pelts. Not just any pelts, but TIGER pelts.

 

 

Oh hell no. Hell. f***ing. No.

 

 

You immediately establish a perimeter and start headshotting these heathens.

 

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

[uR] So is your ninja friend online yet?

[uR] I'm getting bored of shooting all these people on quests.

[HA] W_o k_ows? I ne_er g__ h_s Tr__lian.

[HA] Jus_ g_ ba_k t_ you_ sla__

[uR] I cannot go back to my slash, because it does not exist.

[HA] Slash?

[HA] I me_nt __ack.

[HA] Li_e sl_cking off?

[HA] Dr_nkin_ you_ te_.

[uR] Oh. Sometimes I can't read your hidden crap.

[HA] W_y w__ld y_u thi_k it _as _lash?

[HA] Un_ess...

[uR] Because I misread it.

[uR] You're letting your imagination get the better of you again.

[HA] O_ r_ght.

[HA] S_wry.

[uR] These ignorant grubs are still trying to do the TIGER:3<3POUNCE pelts quest.

[uR] These ADOrABLEKITTIES are under my stalwart protective gaze.

[HA] Ca_l m_ i_ y_u ne_d he_p.

[HA] Boo_ed.

[uR] You think if I stop headshotting them and go for some fancier displays of markmanship it will scare them off?

[uR] I was considering shooting each limb once, then shattering their horns.

[HA] Wh_ i_ att_cking? T_e n__bs?

[uR] Well it started off with noobs....

[uR] They now have a veritable armada of higher level compatriots attempting to help them finish this horrific pelts quest.

[HA] Ahhh....

[HA] Y_u d_ rea_ize th_ tig_rs re_pawn?

[uR] But how can you be certain that the respawns are the same KITTYMEOWMEOWS<3 ?

[HA] F_ir _nough?

[HA] Jus_ ca__ i_ yo_ ne_d a nav_l stri_e.

[HA] I ha_e a b_g ar_ada.

[uR] Do any of them have room for cargo?

[HA] D_h.

[uR] ...Can we load all these FURRYTIGERCUDDLIES on one of them?

[HA] L_t's see...

[HA] Y_p. I sti_l ha_ve a _OD _F C_MM__E.

[HA] S_ ye_.

[uR] Excellent. Bring it around the back of this area, and then I can load them up.

[uR] I'm almost out of bullets DX

[HA] G_ve m_ a _ec...

[HA] Or_er's be__ giv_n.

[HA] Th_y sho_ld arr_ve i_... _ow!

[uR] Hang on, let me shoot this last wave....

[uR] Alright, quick, while the'yre respawning.

[uR] YAY THE FLUFFYWUFFYKITTIES ARE ON BOARD :3:3<3<3

[HA] W_ ar_ the _estes_.

[HA] W_ wi_l fin_ wh_re t_o pu_ th_m la_er.

[uR] If bestest was real word, we would most definitely be described by it.

[HA] S_ut _p.

[HA] An_wa_ w_ ar_ on _he _am_ s__p.

[HA] W_ sh__ld pr_bbal_y ju_t ta_k to ea_hot_er n_w.

[uR] About what?

[HA] W_atev_r th_ir i_ t_ ta_k.

[uR] I'm not the best at conversations.

[uR] We could always converse about horns ;D

[HA] ... not fu__y. DX

[uR] But I like your horns.

[uR] They're stealthy, just like you. So they suit you well.

[HA] Th_nks I g_ess.

[uR] Would it improve your emotional fortitude if I told you I thought they were cute?

[HA] ... A_e _ou fl_rting _ith me?

[uR] Absolutely not. I do not engage in flirtatious behavior. I was merely making an accurate observation that your horns are appealing. Thus the denotation: "Cute".

[HA] ... O_ay t_en.

[uR] ......anyway.

[uR] I should probably go install that Sgrub thing that downloaded. Its "DOWNLOADED AND READY FOR INSTALLATION" messages are annoying me.

[HA] B_t o_r fl_rp cam_aign!

[HA] Scarl_t ju_t go_ o_!

[uR] Ohh.....

[uR] About that...

[uR] One of my bullets kind of ricochet'ed off the wall, into the dungeon, and crit the first boss. Sorry, it was an accident DX

[uR] He's down to 50 percent heal-

[uR] Oh s*** it can fly?

[uR] You might want to ready the cannons.

[uR] Because I have no more bullets with which to kill that thing.

[uR] So yeah, logging out to install that. Have fun with the boss.

 

 

 

=> Install Sgrub

 

Hopy s***, that installation time is HUUUUUUUGE.

 

You resolve to screw around with fireworks while it finishes.

[Shadow Zero]

You decide to ignore the troll bothering you at the moment. You have far more important stuff to do, such as...fixing that pair of scanners that you made! Yeah, that. You rummage around in the room and grab the scanners, they are really small and hard to find though. So small in fact, that you almost stepped on them. It's then that you notice a pair of contact lenses filled with nano-chip and a fluid with bio-luminescent properties. You pick those up as well and take them back to your desk.

 

The contacts work perfectly fine, but they were too hard to make even once, let alone mass produce, and finding and assembling the parts for them were grueling. What they were SUPPOSED to be was a pair of interconnected EYETOPS, like a laptop, but instead they ride the electricity running through your body until they reach your mind which then tells them what to do. They were supposed to be the ultimate handsfree computing system, but wearing them for to long was unadvisable and you couldn't devise a safe way of cleaning them without them being destroyed in the process. This leads you to wonder why you left them on the floor where they could have been all too easily destroyed, but you just shrug you shoulder and figure its one of those things, like it is with all of the stuff littered across the floor, all of which you made at one point or another in your life.

 

But enough of that, you once again turn your attention to the scanners. They are quite small, smaller in fact then a capsule of medication. These were also difficult to put together, but not as difficult as the eyetops. What they do is the scan an entity and tell you its stats. How strong it is, how much HP equivalent it has, everything that there is to know about it. Everything. This is done by the holo-emitters activating and bringing up a screen, and is based off of some sort of EM wave thing that you don't completely understand yourself that causes the particles in the air to change and show you things depending on the program being run. But enough of that, these scanners, upon closer inspection, are in perfect working order. Well, you suppose there's no avoiding the troll bothering you any longer, so it is with just a little bit of reluctance that you turn back to your desktop to see who it is.

[fenrir]

> Rother: Go calibrate your cannon.

 

Aww hell no. You have to get the thrusters primed then make sure the coolers are nice and wet and-

 

You know what? No. You are not going there.

 

> Rohter: Check what your lusus is up to.

 

Easier said than done.

 

Your lusus is as enigmatic as that Abyssal Ore is, constantly diving and resurfacing days, hell, even weeks later. You don't know how he even lasts that long underwater. Pressure doesn't seem like much of a problem to him, granted that extremely thick ORE ENCRUSTED HIDE probably helps. You know this because you attempted to attach a live video cam and depth tracker onto him, that didn't last long. You also wonder how he lasts against FEROCIOUS UNDERWATER BEASTS, like those dolphins. God you hate them, you made about gogdamn thousands of mines just to keep them away. EVEN THEN they just used their high-pitched shrieks of doom to blow them up from a distance. There's nothing worse than them, except those annoying whales.

 

Come to think of it you hate sea-life in general.

 

You decide to just chill in your room and appreciate the storm that's brewing.

 

> Rohter: Exam blueprints.

 

Be specific numpnuts.

 

> Rohter: Exam blueprints near laptop.

 

Aha, these were some presents/hate gifts you had in store for your acquaintances. Among them are a LARGE SHURIKEN THAT SHOOTS SMALLER SHURIKENS THAT EXPLODE, THE BEST DAMN FIREWORKS LAUNCHER IN THE WORLD (you even desgined it to look like a snipe-zooka), a GIANT ANCHOR THAT IS SECRETLY A CHAINSAW (you even made it with the most lightweight metal you could find), TWIN SWORDS THAT USE LIGHT TO CUT (yeah you're not even going to try explain that), and a PRETZEL MAKER. The last one is arguably your favorite.

[Proto]

A small horned white lizard-like creature walks across a wooden floor, looking rather mellow and cheerful, taking it's leisurely stroll.

 

Suddenly a large net covers the poor creature, the animal squirms, trying to flee.

 

Too late, a quick stab to the chest and its all over, the creature's eyes widen, as brown blood covers the weapon that took its life.

 

That'll teach him to invade YOUR home.

 

=> Szaras: Dispose of the corpse immediately.

 

What? You could never to that! This animal has met its end in a royal and beautiful way! You couldn't possibly just leave him out to rot!

 

You hang the lizard next to the other brave souls that died for the art of the hunt on your MEMORIAL WALL, which mostly consists of stakes and execution-style hanging ropes but hey, you can't have a funeral for every victim.

 

=> Szaras: Inform friends of your newest battle.

 

Yes, this creatures death shall be broadcasted for the whole world to know his killer's power!

 

...Well maybe not to Rohter, that guy would probably just call it barbaric, Nexxen probably won't have enough enthusiasm to reckonize this art. The girls probably won't understand a man's sport either...

 

Well that leaves only one choice left...

 

[spoiler=Troll Ventus]HH: HEY-VENTY-GUESS-WHAT-I-JUST-DID!

DV: Oh...it's you.

DV: What did you do, then?

HH: I-CAUGHT-THE-BEAST!

DV: The beast? Which beast was this again?

HH: It-was-a-short-fight-but-he-died-with-honor!

DV: Again, which beast?

DV: I don't have time for you to beat around the bush.

DV: I have far more important things to be doing then playing guessing games.

HH: It-was-a-small-creature-I-believe-I-might-have-mentioned-him-as-parasite-not-a-week-ago

HH: Kept-messing-with-my-hive Dx

DV: Oh yeah, THAT thing.

DV: What'd you do to it?

HH: I-hanged-him-up-on-my-wall-with-the-other-critters

HH: Do-what-more-SCIENCE-bullcrap?

HH: Man-you're-so-sheltered.

DV: Personally I think it's all s***.

DV: Not my fault my Lusus doesn't want me socializing with you guys.

DV: All of it.

HH: Man-you-just-gotta-go-out-and-stab-something.

DV: Yeah...maybe. I do mavbe a few swords lying around, but I don't know that I want my one Strife Specibi taken up by them.

DV: Besides, some of them are just pieces of s***.

HH: Also-why-do-you-even-call-yourself-sciencetist-if-you're-gonna-just-go-ask-that-guy-to-make-all-the-cool-stuff

HH: I-MEAN-SERIOUSLY

DV: I don't. The gauntlets were the one thing that I was having trouble with.

DV: Most of the time I just bounce ideas off of him.,

DV: He's good for that.

HH: You-don't-see-me-crying-to-that-ninja-girl-when-I-can't-kill-something

HH: Whatever-you-say-bro

DV: I don't see you ever. You keep saying that you'll visit, yet you never do.

HH: Dude-I-live-in-the-forest-I-don't-think-that-I'll-take-a-day-long-hike-just-to-see-you-chickening-out-when-I-knock-on-your-door.

DV: Old excuse Bro. You need to think of a new one.

DV: Anyway, was there anything else that you wanted to talk about?

HH: Oh-yeah-did-you-make-any-cool-stuff-for-me-yet!

HH: You-keep-on-saying-you-can-do-that-sorta-thing.

DV: I make a lot of stuff. But remind me again, did you request anything specific?

DV: I mean, I CAN, it's just that I never know what to make.

HH: Umm-what-about-like-a-spear-that-like-has-a-chainsaw-shooting-flamethrower-attached-to-one-end-or-something!

HH: That-would-be-SOOOO-awesome

HH: Not-like-those-stupid-stretchy-gloves!

DV: Actually, I DID make one of those not too long ago. I haven't tested my sendificator yet though, so it'll take time to set it up so that I can send it to you, since I'm not going to be doing it inside my hive on the off-chance that it'll explode.

HH: Dude-that-sounds-AWESOME

HH: SCIENCE-IS-LIKE-TOTALLY-EXTREME

HH: I'll-be-over-there-as-soon-as-I-can.

HH: See-ya!

 

=> Szaras: Prepare for leaving at once!

 

You grab your trusty HUNTING SPEAR and LABTOP before going upstairs to inform your LUSUS about this fantastic new weapon that your friend made for you and asks him to assist you as your loyal mount.

 

....The elk bastard laughs at your GLORIOUS TALE OF THE GRAND WEAPON.

 

Fine! You'll go on yourself! He's missing on a PERILOUS JOURNEY, maybe he's not MOOSE ENOUGH to take a quest of this magnitude!

 

You stomp outside your HIVE and go out into the forest alone, you don't need that stupid LUSUS, lets see what he thinks when you bring back that spear, yeah that'll wipe that damn smile off his face.

[Shadow Zero]

Well, that wasn't so bad. At least it wasn't something terribly urgent, and you're actually getting a visitor for the first time since, since...f***, you've never had a visitor, and even if you had, your Lusus wouldn't let them get close.

 

YOUR LUSUS! GOG, YOU CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU FORGOT! If your Lusus gets a hold of that guy, he's a goner. Oh well, better get ready. You take your new gauntlets out from the Strife Specibus card and put them on. Things are going to get pretty wild soon, you might as well be ready. You also put on a pair of shades, just because you wanted to and for no reason other then that. You then take out your Sylladex and draw the outlines of the scanners and eyetops before placing them on the board. THe Sylladex automatically recognizes and captchalogues them. Now you can get at them whenever you are ready. You tap a button on the side and the sylladex board shrinks down to the size of a rather thin portable phone. Good thing you modified it with that feature, otherwise it would be a pain to have around all the time.

 

With that taken care of, along with the addition of a random cape, a drill that can fire beams, and a few energy swords of varying kinds, along with a holo-projector, you look for and grab the item that you had made for Szaras and walk downstairs, taking your post outside the front door of your hive, facing inland so as to see when Szaras will show up, and on guard against your Lusus who will surely show up and at the least shoot flames at Szaras to chase him away.

[The Warden]

> Nexxen: Fondly regard terrain

 

Nothing much to fondly regard, it's all just a lot of jungle. A jungle you seem to have passed through before due to the unusually clear parts of road.

 

You decide this will be a good place to camp for now. You pull the reins to stop your lusus and go through the annoying BC of removing the ropes. You watch as he sighs and goes off to hunt. Actually, you're a little hungry yourself. You enter your hive through a window and you look around in the storage space of food items. You are suddenly struck with the thought of how so few people have bothered you today, which is odd. Usually people are badgering you all the time. It must be nice ot get a day off you think as you grab something to snack on.

[Snitch]

Characteristically swishing her hair out of her face, Sephra composed herself yet again as she stared at the blank canvas. Her hair was let loose freely today, the black streaking down her face freely, curling at the tips. Her hands were tucked in a pair of loose-fitting brown gloves, and she wore a black T-shirt with her symbol (a strange, confusing pattern of circles and squares) embedded upon it. Her shirt was covered by a long, trailing grey coat and she wore baggy, deep blue trousers, and her feet were bare. Normally, she would be content. However, at the moment, she was angry. Angry at having to attempt this yet again. Angry at that vision. Trying yet again to empty her mind of all thoughts of anger, she slid her slender fingers around the wooden handle of the brush, picked it up, slowly moved it towards the paper and-

 

URK.

 

Always the same face. Pure black, white slits for eyes, a carapace that glimmered in the low candlelight. He was seething. She could see it as his sturdy cheekbones pulsed angrily, and his express-

 

No, she told herself, stop thinking about it.

 

She got off the stool and exited her ART STUDY, moving towards the KITCHEN again to grab herself another high-caffeine drink to pump her through the lonely night. Maybe day? You were in the center of the building, so no windows were present. All the same, it was lonely. A smiled played on Sephra's face. Maybe it was time to rectify that.

 

She sat down in front of her LABTOP, raising her fingers excitedly and clicking on Ventus' chumHandle. Her tongue slid across her lips as her fingers began to clack heavily on the keys.

 

[spoiler=VF @ DV]-- violentFreedom [VF] began pestering demonicallyVaccuous [DV] --

 

VF: Yousurely don'tintend tokill yourown lusus,do you?

DV: Why would I want to kill my Lusus? I mean, it can be annoying, but still?

VF: Well,you seemto beequipping tofight it.

VF: Imean I'mnot surewhy, ofcourse. Justwatching.

DV: My Lusus tends to be an overprotective bulge sack that attacks anyone of lower blood. I myself find it to be quite stupid.

VF: Whoare youintending toprotect?

DV: Meh, someone's coming to visit. Mainly to get something I made for him, I think.

VF: Isee.

VF: Itmust behard havingno friends.

VF: Teehee!

DV: Well, I make do with what I have.

VF: Nextto nothing,right?

VF: Well,your hiveis niceat least.

DV: Sometimes I wonder if you stalk me, the way you just drop little tidbits like that. <_<

VF: MaybeI do,teehee!

DV: *facepalms* Seriously? I've heard of bad teases but still.

DV: Anyway, was there something that you wanted to talk about?

VF: Therewas.

VF: Iwanted toknow whyyou wantto killyour ownlusus.

VF: Don'tlie tome!

DV: I DON'T! I just don't want my Lusus killing OTHERS. And if you'r referring to the weapon I have in my hand, it's for my friend. <_<

VF: You'regoing tokill yourlusus foryour friend?Aww, howsweet.

VF: Anyway,I thoughtwe establishedthat youdidn't havefriends.

DV: Well, I like to think that I have a few friends that I talk to on a regular basis, but I can never be sure.

DV: And I TOLD you.

DV: I don't want to kill my own LUSUS!

DV: >_<

VF: Sois heyour matesprit?I meanit's nicethat youwant toprotect himand all,but youmight becoming onto strongly.

DV: *sighs* So what, you're into shipping now? I suppose that can be cute.

DV: But it can also be annoying.

VF: Oh,my you'reseething! Youlook socute whenyou're angry.:)

VF: Anyway,I havemore entertainingthings toget upto, sobye fornow Venty!

 

-- violentFreedom [VF] ceased pestering demonicallyVaccuous [DV] --

 

 

She smiled. He was always entertaining, and he never would know that they had met. Once. Running a hand through her hair, she fluffed her bright pink pillows ("Why would you ever even consider giving me this horrible, bright colour?") and prepared to go to sleep, the effects of caffeine slowly wearing off.

[Shadow Zero]

While waiting, you get pestered, which you only know because you feel your Sylladex rumbling. You groan, not knowing who it is but wishing to be left alone. You've had enough irritations as it was. You take out your Sylladex and page through it until you find your laptop, which is set to rumble for whenever you are getting pestered, and is linked wirelessly to your desktop so that what happens on one happens on the other. You take it out and groan when you see who is pestering you. "Oh Gog, not her." It's not like you disliked her or anything, but Sephra could wear on you at times, especially when it seemed like she was hinting at something and being, to you, infuriating about it. You decide to humor her though and respond to her pesterings.

 

===>

 

Gog, that was infuriating, as usual. Once you finish speaking with Sephra you go to set your laptop down on the ground. At least you would if you weren't getting pestered again, and it's really starting to get to you. You sit on the ground, resting the weapon for Szaras against the wall of your hive and see who it is that's decided to bother you no- Oh, for Gog's sake! Normally you wouldn't mind talking to Rohter, but you just aren't in the mood right now. Being to gracious for your own good, you decide to humor him as well, opening up the window that he is pestering you in and responding to him, though you would much rather not have to.