Hivebond

[Shadow Zero]

You are about to begin talking with Sephra when you are interrupted by Szaras shoving the laptop into your hands. You take one look at it and say "The server disk needs to be installed on your laptop."

 

You grab Szaras's laptop and take one look at it before saying "You can't run Sgrub on this, it doesn't have enough power or space."

 

You the grab a spare laptop and a cord. You connect the cord to the two laptops and flip a switch on one end. While you do, you explain what you are doing th Szaras so taht he doesn't flip the f*** out. "I am transferring all of your files to this laptop. It has many times the power of yours, second to the one that I use only, although I wouldn't guarantee that, and has more then enough power and space to run Sgrub."

 

Within moments the transfer process is complete and you plop the laptop into Szaras's lap, putting his old laptop onto the top of your CRT screen and get up to start looking through the room for the server disk. You eventually find two and wonder where the first one came from. You then remember that You were raided some time ago and the client version for one of them was stolen by that pirate troll. You'll have to get to him about that, but for now you let it be and deal with the matter at hand. Walking back over to Szaras, you hold the server disc out and say "Here, download this onto your new laptop. When you're ready to get started I'll send you back to your hive with my Sendificator and we can get started."

[fenrir]

While the Seer of Time explores her domain, her counter-part hangs over his death...

 

---

 

> Rohter: Go do something badass.

 

You can't. You're busy dangling from the insides of your cannon above a vat of green fire that will probably kill you if you move.

 

You're 'under' the control console of your cannon, aka the fueling station. Your neon green furnace is many feet below you, but it's more of a coiled serpent at the moment. You're dangling upside down on a titanium railing, your feet wrapped around it. Thank god the material it's made of when touching the railing sticks. Otherwise you'd be in a hell load of trouble. Maybe Ventus isn't as useless after all. You're attempting to fix a managing device that hangs in the center. You had this thing off before, but now you figure you might as well turn it on. Sadly you can't float anymore so you have to do... Riskier things.

[Proto]

> Szaras: Begin to object to your insane friend.

 

"Eh? Why-do-I-need-to-go-back-to-my-hive? I-mean-this-is-just-a-silly-little-game.... Eh?" You take a break from pestering your DELUSIONAL FRIEND to stare at the loading screen of said game, this one is slightly different then before, purple and flashy..... Makes you wanna stare at it all day actually. You quickly sit yourself down on the SENDIFICATOR, hoping for a bit of a explanation next time one of your friends goes on another LONG AND ANNOYING TECHNOBABBLE SPEECH. You mean seriously, at least make one about the GLORIES OF THE HUNT, otherwise you're just wasting your time.

[Shadow Zero]

Sparing just enough time to reply to Szaras, you say "Trust me, I've done research on this game. You're supposed to be at your hive when s*** goes down. Don't worry, we'll see each other again in the medium. Oh, and don't forget your weapon when you decide its time to leave."

 

You the turn your attention back to the screen and the conversation that you were about to have with Sephra.

 

[spoiler=>troll Sephra]

DV: Hey.

VF: Heyagain! :)

DV: So how is our art stuff going?

DV: you*

DV: your*

VF: Uh,still havingproblems, tosay theleast. :/

DV: Anything you care to talk about? :\

VF: Well,you startedthis withme! Iassume youhave somethingto say.:)

DV: Maaaaaybe. :)

DV: But what about these problems of yours? :/ Must be something pretty major if you can't concentrate on your artwork.

VF: It'snothing important.Come on,what didyou wantto talkabout!

DV: Actually, I was wondering if you would mind coming over for a bit. You'r probably the only one that my Lusus won't try to chase away or eat. xD

VF: ...

VF: Comeback?

VF: Umm,I dunno...it's verynice ofyou tooffer but...

DV: I only meant for a visit.

DV: Nothing major, really.

DV: Plus, I like to have company when I can.

VF: Well,I guessI couldcome visitfor abit. :)

DV: Okay then.

VF: Letme packsome thingsand I'llbe onmy way.:)

DV: Oh, Szaras is over right now as well. Hopefully that isn't a problem for you. :/

VF: Um,no, thatshould befine. :)

DV: Okay then, see you soon. :)

VF: Bye!

 

 

 

Well, that was an interesting and productive conversation. Now that that's taken care of, you decide to tinker with something while the server version of Sgrub loads on the laptop that you gave Szaras. Might as well keep yourself occupied, after all.

[Nexev]

You walk among her new land with wonder in her eyes. It was so.... pretty. Could anything wrong go in this world? Oh look a cute brown litte tailed fellow. Wonder what he wants.

 

...And now there are 9 of them.

 

That's so cute! You are real happy they came to keep you company...

 

Wait, they are attacking now, ow.

 

You didn't want to kill today! You filled your quota dammnit. You were supposed to have time to be peaceful.

 

"Time is not something you use to wait, it is something you use to act." A small voice in your head whispered.

 

Suddenly everything goes blank to you.

 

....

 

 

It's beautiful how the flames of your magic dance accross your blade. It's almost as beutiful as the fealing of the blade as it cuts through the carapaces, first the slightest of resistance, then it gives to the inevitable and it is so smooth, then a sea of red greets you. Such a bright red, it's like candy. Glorious candy. It is a much lovelier color then the blue that usually stains your garbs. But your in for another treat, the corpses torn to gems. The darkness itself is rewarding you for your service. You are the happiest girl in the world.

 

...

 

Ow, something dropped a bone on your head....

 

"FOXIE!" You scream happily. "Your not dead."

 

"Unfortunately no." Foxiesprite said with a sigh. "But I guess someone has to keep you from going psychopath until you get a proper moirail."

 

"I have the bestest moirail!" You say indignantly, or you would if you knew what a indignant was.

 

Foxiesprite gave a quick bark "She is a cool one but you guys have had way to much tension to be a proper one. You gotta apologize to her."

 

Naksia looked confused "Apologize for what?"

 

Foxiesprite shrugged "Everything you guess, you guys hated each other. Anyway I am not here for that. I am here to be some cryptic guide, but given this is YOU I am just going to tell you things straight since you will be completely helpless to understand any riddle."

 

And so you begin learning the barest basics of the game. You fell asleep a few times while he was talking but eventually you'll get the gist of it.

[Amethyst Phoenix]

> Felixe: Wake up

 

 

You jolt awake from that sleep. What time is it? How long were you out? The specifics aren't exactly clear to you, but one thing is certain: That was too long of a nap to take sopor-less. The terrifying dreams never really bothered you as much as they did everyone else, but they still take their toll. Plus you have this weird paranoia that too many sopor-less sleeps could form addictive habits. Maybe to the point of needing them more than you are physically able to sleep. This might then turn into some sort of Troll Leonardo DiCaprio and Friends Go Within a Dream Within a Dream Within A Dream While Weird Plot s*** Ensues style situation where the addict traps themselves in the dream world forever, or perhaps they would satiate their need for carnage by causing it in the real world. Wow, yours thoughts get PRETTY RIDICULOUS sometimes. This is why you try not to think too hard about these things.

 

 

Oh look someone is bothering you over Trollian again. Didn't see this coming.

 

> Answer

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

[PC] Uhh...hey....?

[uR] Oh joy.

[uR] It's the pirate.

[uR] Should I just go lock my fridge now?

[PC] Oh gog forrr the last time aye didn't mean too.

[uR] Before you start CORSAIRIN IT UP IN MY HOLD MATEY?

[PC] Well aye meant too, but aye didn't think that ye be getting annoyed overrr it!

[uR] I need that tea cause it's delicious and refreshing. You need it to pretend it's rum. Who is less pathetic in their usage of said splendid beverage?

[PC] Ye better not be dissing Rum.

[uR] Rum is a worthy beverage if you're into drinking rat piss. I suppose it's the regent of rodents. Excreting its foul fluid in a golden urinal goblet of the seven seas of PISS.

[PC] Well aye only rrraid the houses of people aye rrrespect.

[PC] So ye should be grrrateful.

[PC] And besides, if aye lose my tea aye get a little...tense.

[uR] Ugh. Your flattery does not excuse your thieving transgressions. You could have just BOUGHT some from me.

[PC] What, ye think aye have MONEY?

[uR] Or how about "Hey Felixe, could I come visit and talk about stuff that isn't retarded?" I'd probably give you some because you'd be a guest if I agreed.

[PC] Well maybe aye don't like talking about cats all f***ing day?

[uR] ADORABLEKITTIES:3<3 are not ALL I like to converse about.

[uR] There's fireworks. They explode just like cannonballs.

[PC] No no no.

[PC] Canonballs arrr fantastic glorrrious items.

[PC] Firrreworrrks arrr piece of s*** plastic exploding tubes.

[uR] Is that the inarguable reality of it then?

[PC] Aye know my explosives, lassie.

[uR] Why don't you go look outside then.

 

 

 

How dare she raise such allegations against the masterful craft of pyrotechnics!

 

 

You immediately ready a "Blow Up The Messenger" custom text rocket and program it with some choice words.

 

 

> Enact Fiery Retribution

 

 

Briefly adjourning to the balcony, you light the fuse and aim it at just the right angle to reach its intended destination.

 

 

*WHOOSH*

 

 

And off it goes. You grab your rifle and spectate via its high-powered scope.

 

The rocket reaches the airspace just outside and above Korona's window and explodes into large, scarlet words.

 

[spoiler= Pyrolog]

[bUTM] Why don't you engage in a convoluted form of sexual self-gratification?

 

 

 

 

> Abscond from Balcony to Computer

 

You return to the comfort of your hive to reap the sweet text of sorrow from this pathetic scallawag.

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

[PC] ...

[PC] Next time aye'll shoot ye f***ing lusus beforrre aye even darrre touch ye tea.

[uR] Pfft. My PERFECTADORABLEKITTYCATMCMEOWMEOW is much too agile to be shot. Besides, I could just shoot your bullets out of the air.

[uR] Again.

[uR]Because they're slow.

[uR]Like you.

[PC] Oh gog aye feel hurrrt!

[PC] Wounded even!

[uR] Perhaps a little....disarmed?

[PC] Mhmm.

[PC] That's fine and all.

[PC] But aye know some of ye secrrrets.

[PC] Don't leave ye jourrrnal near the frrridge next time.

[uR] .......you do realize that's the XFC's monthly printout right?

[uR] Congratulations. You have the secrets of every blue-blooded troll on Alternia, except for me.

[PC] Well...that doesn't matterrr.

[PC] Aye still put some old rrrum aye found inside of my abandoned ship in ye tea pitcherrr.

[PC] Tastes good, doesn't it?

 

 

 

====>

 

 

You stop mid-sip of your refreshing beverage.

 

Oh holy s***. What is that. WHAT IS THAT. WHY IS IT IN YOUR MOUTH OHMYFUCKINGOD.

 

====>

 

 

BLEGH!!!

 

 

====>

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

[uR] Oh my god.

[uR] This.

[PC] Cat got ye tounge?

[uR] That is in no way humorous.

[uR] I'm....

[PC] Now ye know how aye feel.

[uR] I'm fine.

[uR] Brb, one sec.

[PC] Aye think therrre was some mold or something in it.

[PC] Aye forrrget.

 

 

 

> Find a Suitable Regurgitation Receptacle QUICK

 

You scan your room for something, anything that can hold what you're about to unleash. Your stomach isn't merely killing you, it's pushing you off the f***ing cliffs of queasy and down into the chasm of despair and agony.

 

You dash into your closet and grope around in the dark until you find an item that feels like a container. You whip it out without a second thought and unleash a deluge of sickening vomit into it.

 

 

====>

 

 

Wait.

 

Is that your........

 

Sweet Fancy Troll Moses

 

 

This has got to be the worst thing that has ever happened to you. You need to get some cleaning supplies and SCRUB THIS SPOTLESS.

 

 

You look at your work and back to the tea glass.

 

Now back to the vomit.

 

And back to the tea glass.

 

Your pail is full of puke.

 

 

> Resume this Excruciating Conversation

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

[uR] Back.

[uR] Now hurry up and tell me what you wanted. I suddenly have some urgent cleaning to do.

[PC] But as aye was saying, now ye know how aye feel.

[PC] Aye WAS going to be asking ye if ye can be my serrrverrr playerrr forrr that game.

[uR] Never.

[uR] Are you shithive maggots?

[uR] No. f*** no. Hell f***ing no. Get the f*** out.

[PC] But since ye hate me forrr no good rrreason aye guess I'll let ye continue to be a lonely little bastarrrd.

[uR] Pfft, the only one stupid enough to be your partner is you.

[uR] THERE'S AN IDEA

[uR] Take the fireworks advice.

 

unveilingRaven [uR] has stormed off in a maelstrom of rage and disgust

[PC] Oh, and aye also got borrred and spit in a differrrent pitcherrr.

 

 

 

 

====>

 

Screw that whore. She's been in EVERY port. All the ports all of them, if the reader knows what you mean.

 

You need some heavy duty cleaning supplies. Like, better than the royal crown polish or whatever. You don't know. It just has to be awesome.

 

But Rohter doesn't specialize in chemical implements. The only one who does that is.....f*** NO ABSOLUTELY NOT.

 

 

Damn it. You don't know anyone who is even close to a chemist.

 

 

Although.... Rohter does know a lot about metal. And your pail is metal. It would only be logical to assume that he would know how to properly clean and maintain implements of a metallic design.

 

 

You send him the specifications of the metal, ask if he could recommend any cleaning products, and really, REALLY, REALLY hope that he doesn't recognize it as the material certain models of pail are made from.

[fenrir]

> Rohter: Finish your s*** and answer the girl.

 

Okay done. Jegus why don't you relax?

 

You hear the faint rumble of your PDA in your pocket, and reach to grab it. With a wrench in one hand and your PDA in the other you continue to dangle from the metal railing. You glance at your PDA; a message from Felixe, gee this should be interesting. Something about cleaning supplies and metal hey whats that materi- PFFFF

 

You nearly drop your PDA into the furnace, if someone saw you blushing like this you'd probably flip. Flip off this railing and uh... Drop into the furnace? That's a bad idea actually. You send her a brief message stating you'll look into your supplies, then swing yourself onto the railing. Well, time to go search.

 

---

 

You spend about 20 minutes fumbling around your cleaning supplies closet, which is in your livingkitchenroom and otherwise out of use for the most part. Ah, here it is. All the way in the back and dusty as hell. It probably still works though. You send Felixe a message saying you have one she can use, then prepare for the awkward confrontation.

[Snitch]

(the conversation in this post happens prior to this)

 

Her long lashes faltered as her eyes shifted into a thin glare. The tall, unnatural shoots of grass flailed around her wildly. The weapon in her hands was light and moved upwards quickly, the red lens sliding over her right eye. The beast in front of her, a graceful, mighty deer-like creature with black fur, pure white eyes and wildly branching antlers made of gold. It sat their chewing happily, unaware of it's incoming death.

 

She pulled the trigger.

 

The arrow whooshed through the air, sliding splendidly into her target's neck, tearing through flesh and bone with ease, even coming out the other side, coated in vibrant yellow blood and sliding to the grassy floor. The falling beast soon joined it, as the abnormal blood leaked out if it's nose and neck wound. Slowly the panicked shaking of it's feet stopped and it lay still. Sephra let her weapon slowly slide down to her thigh, the futuristic looking blue crossbow still gripped heavily in her fingers. She was quiet, as was the world around her. Far too so.

 

The tiger leapt.

 

Their eyes met for a moment. Hers; blue with bliss, pink with peace, shadowed minor alarm. His; red with rage, green with envy, and black with bloodlust. He wanted the kill. And then she nonchalantly raised her crossbow and fired a point-blank bolt between his eyes, now gruesome as electric blue blood leaked into his eyes. She smirked. If only Felixe could see her now, happily slaying some ADORABLE KITTIES!!!:3. How entertaining.

 

And then she turned her back, and as she did the cat leapt, clawing into her shoulder, ripping her arm straight off. Her mouth drifted open, her eyes wide and confused. That slight moment of hesitation was all the tiger as she looked down, grabbing the crossbow, and baseball bat swinging the face of her feline opponent, decapitating the right half of his face. Gouged, gooey bits of eyeball and fur scattered across her, the wind teaming up with her foe. However, that didn't stop her from delivering a second hit, striking directly into the top of the beast's skull. It's face crumpled as bones dusted from the intense force of the blow. She looked down at her devastated left arm and fell to her knees, picking the blood-soaked remains of her limb.

 

She grimaced as the day moved on.

 

(note: i need to write longer things, inb4fenrage)

[Shadius]

> Jump and flap your wings like a dumpass.

 

You have no idea how that idiotic idea came to your head. You are not your lusus, you don't try to fly when you know you cannot. You have many things you rather do instead, even if the idea does sound... tempting.

 

---

 

A young troll girl yawned and rubbed her eyes softly, still tired from her emergance from her recuprecoon. Her night was filled with tons of games, like usual, with her group of nerdy "friends". Again, like usual, you quickly grabbed your laptop and plopped it down in front of you so you could sign on to trollian.

 

Looking around the young troll's room there is a bunch of plotted plants along with a bunch of dead fish that sit in a corner for some odd reason. As for her hive it seemed to be a simple rectangluar building, surronded by other builds that are pretty much the same besides the fact that hers was of a blue-ish shade. She seemed to be a pretty goof girl, for with-in three minutes she had already made herself out to be one at least six times, mostly tripping over her own two feets while she was going to grab something or while moving to get comfy.

 

---

OOC: happy fen? wasn't sure what to do for a intro so i just winged it

[Proto]

After roughly five minutes of you getting closer and closer to obtaining a seizure the game finally finishes flashing it's pretty colors, a shame you were beginning to really like those shiny colors, they lightened up your day. Another look at your computer and you see a bird's-eye view of Ventus' HIVE, slightly taken aback by the screen your move your cursor back and forward before discovering that your cursor has switched to a LARGE GREEN VERSION OF ONE. You feast your eyes on the "toolbar" which contains a GAME PAD-LIKE GROUP OF PIXELS and several links to menus.

 

Quick to test this new game out, you click Ventus a few times with your cursor out of curiousity, this ougta do something.

[Ice.]

You honestly don't understand why Felixe hates you so much. You understand that you stole tea. You have stolen stuff before from other people, and they don't care that much. But she holds it over you like you killed a kitten or something. Whatever, there's probably way more to this. Yet, you're too lazy to analyze it. And you have some more important stuff to do. You have that Client Disk up and running and you need a server, fast. You decide to open up Trollian and see who else is on. Rohter is probably busy, the forest kid gets annoying...no.

 

You are not going to ask him.

 

That is just stupid.

 

Yet...he's probably the only person that wouldn't be busy and would be easy to convince to help you.

 

You decide it's for the best. This is a life or death situation. You need to make drastic decisions.

 

>Korona: Make Drastic Decision

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

PC: Uhh...

PC: Aye can't believe aye'm actually attempting to talk to ye.

PC: So...

DV: I wonder why that could be. After all you apparently thought that I was important enough ot RAID.

PC: Oh no.

PC: Important people get rrraided.

PC: Ye was attacked.

DV: Oh yeah, I remember now.

PC: Completely differrrent storrry.

DV: You tried to slice my f***ing head off!

DV: >_<

PC: Slice?

PC: What arrr ye talking about.

DV: Yeah, with that rusty f***ing sword of yours.

DV: Or did you lose it?

PC: Aye use a canon stupid.

DV: I swear all you pirates are equal in one aspect. brainlessness.

DV: Whatever!

PC: Ye must be thinking about beforrre the "incident".

PC: And aye rrrefuse to discuss that.

 

 

You start to remember what you refer to as the "incident". Back when your life was exciting and adventurous. And how everybody knows not to remind you of it because you'll usually snap. Yet here's this moron completely bypassing that rule. You would snap, but you really need his help right now. You just shoot the wall with your handcanon and shake off the memories.

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

DV: What the f*** do you want anyway?

PC: Ye hearrr about that game?

DV: If you're referring to Sgrub, then yes, you shithive maggots pirate of the cannonkind corps.

PC: Dearrr gog aye neverrr get a brrreak frrrom ye people.

DV: Well what do you expect from someone you tried to kill?

PC: Anyways, aye kind of am in need for a "Serrrverrr Playerrr"

DV: Oh yeah, that's right. You grabbed the second client disk that I had.

DV: You sure you feel safe with the fate of your hive in my hands? >:]

PC: It is totally NOT in ye hands.

PC: Therrre arrr otherrrs, ye know.

 

 

There actually aren't any others and you know it. He doesn't, however. You don't want to make it seem like you went to the village idiot for help, do you? It'll be extremely embarrassing for you let everybody know about this incident.

 

But they won't know. You look out of the hole that was just blown out of your wall. You really need to fix it, as the draft is now getting annoying.

 

>Get Wood

 

You grab some spare planks from your closet and lay them against the hole. That should do for now.

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

DV: Moot point is moot. You still haven't answered my question.

PC: ...

PC: Not rrreally actually.

PC: But then again, aye CAN attack ye house again.

PC: And FORRRCE ye to be my Serrrverr Playerrr.

DV: Wow, I guess s*** must be pretty serious for you if you're willing to go to that extent huh?

PC: No.

PC: Not at all.

PC: Aye definitely want to die.

PC: Gog use that useless piece of crap on ye shoulderrrs forrr once.

DV: See, that's one thing that is going to have to go if I say yes. unwarranted sarcasm.

PC: I honestly don't see why ye b**** about me almost cutting it off if ye don't use it!

PC: Fine.

DV: My particlebeam sniper rifle begs to differ.

PC: Oh gog.

DV: Whatever.

PC: Why do aye need help frrrom the autistic.

PC: WHY.

DV: Is that whaat you go around calling all geniuses? Guess that must make Rohter even more autisitc then I am.

DV: Wait...that came out wrong.

DV: Whatever.

DV: Since you have my other disc anyway...

DV: I'll be your server player.

DV: HOWEVER!

PC: What is it.

DV: You are going to have to wait until I have taken care ofa few things on my end first, okay?

PC: ...

DV: Besides, I doubt there are any meteors in your vicinity.

DV: Yet, anyway.

PC: Yes, let's prrrocrrrastinate.

PC: It's not like aye'm going to get killed.

DV: We're all in danger of getting smashed. Live with it.

PC: How can aye live with it if aye'm dead by the time ye meteorrrs even get close to ye?

DV: Oh all right fine, I'll get on it.

DV: It's going to take a while for this thing to load though. Hope you can wait that long.

PC: Fine.

PC: Aye'll just do something prrroactive while aye wait aye guess.

DV: Hoist the jolley roger lads! We're sailing into uncharted terrritory!

 

 

You try really hard not to jump on Crackers and fly over to his house, only to shoot him in the head. You also try really hard not to go on an insult spree on him. However, you DO aim your handcanon at your head. Only to lower it and think how stupid it would be to kill yourself over THIS moron.

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

PC: ...

PC: Arrr ye SURRRE ye arrr not autistic?

DV: What? We are. Figruratively speaking.

DV: Are you sure that tea your drinking is actually rum?

PC: ...shut up.

DV: Exactly.

DV: I'll get started with the download now.

PC: Trrroll me when ye arrr rrready.

DV: You know it.

 

 

You stare at the last thing he said. "You know it." If you didn't know any better you'd think he was trying to hit on you. Heh...heh.

 

>Korona: Aim handcanon at head.

 

Nope, you will not do it. You will not do it. You will not do it. You instead decide to chug down some ICED TEA and shoot the wall...again. Anything to get that disgusting thought out of your damn head.

[Amethyst Phoenix]

> Check up on Rohter

 

 

You need those supplies like now. Like 5 minutes ago. Like.....f*** it, this is no time for silly hyperbole ridden analogies to express how much you need it. You decide to bother Rohter about his progress on finding your cleaner.

 

 

[spoiler=Chatlog]

[uR] So......did you locate what I requested?

[NF] Uh, yes.

[NF] Took a while but I, ugh, have what you want.

[uR] Exquisite. May I fly down there on McMeowMeow and pick it up?

[NF] Sure. Although I don't know why you would, uh, call it

[NF] 'Exquisite'.

[uR] I was expressing satisfaction that you were able to produce a suitable cleaning implement for me.

[NF] In context with the material, uh, it's quite

[NF] Uncomfortable

[NF] If you catch my drift.

[uR] I have no idea what you're talking about.

[uR] I need it for perfectly innocent cleaning purposes.

[NF] Don't try to lie to me.

[NF] I know what you need this for girl.

[NF] And it, yawn, kind of worries me.

[uR] For tea kettles, yeah.

[NF] Did the drone come knocking early?

[uR] I am confused and baffled by your query.

[uR] Drones have nothing to do with tea.

[NF] The material this product cleans is commonly used in...

[NF] Pails.

[uR] You mean tea kettles.

[NF] Yawn, no.

[NF] It would be a bit thinner.

[uR] .....they're for brewing heavily spiced tea.

[NF] Spice only changes flavor.

[uR] Some spices can be pretty volatile.

[uR] Ask Arliss.

[NF] Don't give me this s***.

[NF] Arguably I don't want to know who you picked for this.

[NF] It kind of offends me I guess.

[NF] Even though it doesn't.

[NF] Or well it shouldn't.

[NF] So just take your s***. I'll leave it out near the entrance.

 

--- nuclearFurnace [NF] Rage quit ---

 

[uR] *facedesk*

 

 

 

> Retrieve Cleaner

 

You mount up on McMeowMeow and head down to Rohter's hive. Luckily the AA guns are still recovering from the lightning storm.

 

Landing outside the imposing metal doors of his hive, you find the product in question. Blowing dust off the label reveals testimonials from other trolls about how it was a "Lifesaver after that crazy Wriggling Day party".

 

Ok. This is enough. It would arguably embarrass you considerably less to just explain everything to him then let him go on thinking you're some sort of easy harlot.

 

 

> Bring the Truth

 

You're going to show this misunderstanding bastard how wrong his stupid ass was.

 

How dare he presume you would do something like that. The nerve of it.

 

 

You fly back to your hive and set the cleaner on your desk for later. Suddenly that urgent task seems a lot more....backseat.

 

 

You load up your pail and get back on your kitty. It's time to clear some things up.

 

 

Even in the depths of night, when no other <3KITTY<3 dares to take flight, one alone soars to shine the light of righteousness on Alternia's blight! And that one is you! For you are the great unveiler, Felixe Ocelot!

 

 

> Enter Rohter's Hive

 

The doors refuse to budge. It would appear he has locked them via....security console?

 

PFFFFFT.

 

 

Please. You programmed this s*** for him. He doesn't honestly think THIS can keep you out does he?

 

 

> Show the Door your Hacks (

)

 

Felixe loads up the console. Before her lies a veritable shitstorm of security, practically unnavigable to the common troll. But Felixe Ocelot is anything but common. She is the epitome of computational expertise, only one rung below the as of yet universally unattained Apeshit Bananas level on the CyberLadder.

 

 

This is grub's play to her. Felixe's smooth moves pierce the very heavens of this hive's stalwart guard.

 

WHO THE HELL DOES IT THINK SHE IS?

 

 

The door submits, and slides open in defeat. That's right, get the hell out of here.

 

 

Casually strolling over the threshold, she continues right past the turrets. They follow Rohter's subconscious, so they're probably locked onto the sea or some s***. The next room however is more dangerous. Solar blades patrol the room, forged of pure sunlight. These would sear the flesh right off a troll's person.

 

Diving straight into the deathtrap, Felixe dodges left and right via a series of complicated acrobatic maneuvers. Finally, getting a clear shot, she fires a remote hacking bullet into the terminal providing power to the blades. A holographic display emanates from its corresponding control disc. This one is slightly more complicated, but nonetheless effortless.

 

She hacks this one while evading the defenses at the same time. Breaking through security while doing back-flips sure is invigorating!

 

Eventually this program too yields to her technological dominance. All that stands between her and Rohter is an elevator.

 

 

> Ascend

 

 

GOG ELEVATOR GO FASTER

 

 

> Confront Rohter

 

Finally you arrive at your friend's room. You storm up to him and explain what happened.

 

 

"Look it's not what you think. That stupid pirate b**** Korona poisoned my tea. I was in such a hurry to relieve my stomach that I grabbed my pail without thinking and used it. THAT is what the cleaner is for.", You hastily explain.

 

"Oh yeah? You, uh, expect me to believe that?", He retorts.

 

 

You've had enough of this douchebag's arbitrary skepticism for one night.

 

 

> Present Evidence

 

 

 

You dump the entire pail-full of vomit on him and storm off.

 

That'll teach him to make such assumptions of lasciviousness.

[The Warden]

You feel as if many important things have happen, but the most you can feel a pretty sharp sting of confusion and disgust. You have a very good diea where it's coming from. You load of your hubtop and proceed to chat.

 

[spoiler=Troll Rohter]

[sH] Rough time?

[NF] What do you mean?

[sH] I just felt a short stab to my cranium, the kind I get when people are usually feeling disgusted on a grand level.

[NF] Well.

[NF] The girl I once considered to be my, uh, probable matesprite just threw vomit on me.

[NF] From her pail.

[sH] Kinky.

[NF] I'd think anyone would be disgusted.

[NF] I can't believe im saying this.

[NF] But I have to get that b**** back.

[NF] Yawn

[sH] It's funny, I can't feel the death will anymore.

[sH] Has she...died?

[sH] No, that wouldn't be it, where is the ninja?

[NF] I'm not sure.

[NF] Haven't talked to her since this morning.

[sH] Wherever she is, she's not on the planet anymore.

[NF] Lovely.

[NF] The b****, sigh, finally bit the dust.

[NF] Shall we celebrate?

[sH] She's not dead.

[NF] Bullshit.

[NF] You said you couldn't sense her on the planet.

[NF] Has to be dead.

[sH] The emotion associated with death is like a giant shining beacon.

[sH] Followed by feelings of absolute dread.

[NF] Yawn.

[sH] No beacon, no dread.

[NF] Well whatever?

[NF] I kind of have vomit pouring down my body.

[sH] Heh

[NF] Can I wash up already?

[sH] Go for it, I need to see if I can contact her

[NF] Alright

 

--- stalwartHerdsman[sH] ceased trolling nuclearFurnace[NF] ---

 

 

Well, that was decideably perplexing, but you can't feel the ninja anymore, where could she be? Well, you're going to find out.

 

[spoiler=Troll Naksia]

[sH] Where the hell are you?

[HA] In the LoWaI

[sH] Come again?

[HA] Talking to Foxiesprite.

[HA] Land of Wine and Ink

[sH] Let's pretend for a minute I knew what was going on

[sH] First of all, how did you suddenly dissapear off the face of the planet?

[HA] Um this game called Sgrub.

[HA] It's super cool.

[HA] You should start playing too!

[sH] A...game?

[sH] A game took you off the planet?

[HA] Off the universe actually.

[HA] Ask Foxiesprite.

[HA] He knows more then me?

[sH] Who is....Foxiesprite?

[HA] Foxie plus sprite. He is bossy but still super bestest.

[HA] He made me stop using my ninja talk though.

[sH] It was giving me a headache trying to figure out what you were saying

[HA] But, Foxie....your dead lusus?

[HA] He was a ghost first. but now he is a magical ghost.

[sH] This is beginning to sound extremelly, what's the word?

[sH] Insane would be a good starting point

[HA] Why? Everything seems pretty normal here?

[HA] Is it because I am around alcohal?

[HA] The age limit was banned awhile ago and you know it!

[sH] Sorry to cut this short, but He's been gone for a while now.

[sH] Just don't drink any ink.

[HA] He's?

[sH] My Lusus

[sH] He's not normally gone this long.

[HA] Ooooh. You should make sure he isn't dead.

[HA] If that happens you have to start playing soon.

[sH] That's pretty grim.....and sadly insightful.

[HA] Foxie claims the sprites prefer dead as prototypes.

[HA] So if he is dead the faster you play, the faster he comes back.

[sH] I need to go.

[HA] Have fun!

 

--- stalwartHerdsman[sH] ceased trolling hiddenAngel[HA] ---

 

 

You really don't like to assume the worst, but...

 

You captchalogue your hubtop into the Blandness Modus Sylladex. It is a simple line up of easily obtained items from any points. You never saw the point of annoying sylladexes. But, whatever, you have a lusus to find.

 

==> Nexxen: Enter the Jungle

 

You've been searching for quite some time until, God, oh, oh God.

 

Your lusus is lying in the clearling, his head is on the ground. You rush over and feel for a heartbeat; there is one, but it's pretty weak. He opens his eyes and stares right into yours. Dark green tears slide down your face as his eyes close forever. You give him the last cuddle he will ever (probably) get.

 

You pull out your hubtop.

 

[spoiler=Retroll Naksia]

[sH] He's, he's...

[HA] Dead?

[sH] It's all my fault.

[HA] Not really.

[HA] I am pretty sure it's a prerequisite.

[sH] We knew he wasn't feeling well, but he insisted on continuing to travel.

[HA] Since this is your spiritual guide through the game.

[sH] And I LET HIM.

[HA] If said guide was just some random corpse there wouldn't be any sort of camraderie.

[HA] ARE YOU DONE MOPING AND CAN YOU PAY ATTENTION?

[HA] HE WAS DEAD FROM THE START!

[HA] THAT IS HOW THE GAME WORKS!

[HA] IT MESSES YOU UP.

[HA] THAT WAY YOU CAN FIX EVERYTHING.

[HA] JUST TO SEE IT WRECKED AGAIN.

[HA] IF YOU MOPE ABOUT EACH TIME A 15 MINUTE SILENECE HAPPENS YOU WILL BE DOOMED FROM THE START

[sH] I need to be alone

 

--- stalwartHerdsman[sH] ceased trolling hiddenAngel[HA] ---

 

[HA] If you sit and mope.

[HA] Trust me, you'll be alone.

[HA] BUT if you actually want to talk to the one you think you failed.

[HA] You have to talk to someone.

[HA] BLUH BLUH EMO B***H.

 

 

You sit by his corpse, this is turning out to be the worst day ever.

[Snitch]

Her eyes are distant, and her footsteps light. She walks in a random direction now, for her aim is of no particular route any more. Ventus has slipped from her mind. She discarded her arm a while back, and now she just walks. Walks as long as she can. Bzzz. Just keep walking, that's all she has to- bzzz. Just. Keep. Wal- bzzz.

 

Her eyes drift to her, typically, left pocket. Someone keeps interrupting her unintentional monologue. It's her PDA. She awkwardly slips her arm across her body into the pocket, withdrawing the device. The interuptee, as per say, is someone she didn't want to see again. Not for a long time. Not yet, at least.

 

[spoiler=??? - troll Sephra]You're losing hope over an already lost fight.

VF: Itold youto leaveme alone.

VF: Idon't needyour help.Ever.

You clearly don't need help. You're correct. Your current state is perfectly normal.

VF: Ihave littleto sayto you.

He has to die. It's for the best.

VF: No,it isn't,and itwon't happen.

It will. And you'll be the one to do it.

 

 

She smashed the device on the ground, his words drilling deep into her skull. She pressed her sole hand over her eyes as tears formed in their ducts, and her major wound beginning to sting. The crossbow still remained at her side and she pressed on, now a path set in her mind.

 

She WILL do my bidding.

[fenrir]

You try not to flip the f*** out.

 

Granted it's pretty hard when you have vomit all over you. You decide to shut your laptop and go take a shower to wash up. Sometimes you honestly don't know what's up with Felixe, and you kind of miss the days when you two were FLARPing. Oh well. You miss a lot of things in the past, but it's not like you can go back and change them. You just have to live with it.

 

> Rohter: Have a happy flashback.

 

You're floating above a desert, red psionic energy collecting around you. You were only a few feet off the ground, but whatever. Ahead of you was a rather large Pyramid like structure, the hive of a troll. This guy had challenged your mechanical prowess and was otherwise hindering your main goal. People like this deserved to die. He knows you're here, his lusus emerges from an opening in the hive, a giant crocodile with six legs. It roars at you, you merely smirk.

 

CRASH.

 

You begin to smash the lusus against the wall of the hive, your right hand flicking back and forth. It finally gives way into the room of your target troll, which apparently was preoccupied at the moment. The troll notices the jade green blood pouring from her lusus's abdomen and is infuriated. She jumps at you, bearing her oddly large crescent blade. You extend your hand once more and she stops in place. A look of absolute horror slowly spreads across her face when you begin to close your hand.

 

Crunch.

 

Snap.

 

Crush.

 

SPLAT.

 

"Hehe."

 

Jade green blood covers the room now, you have some on your chest but you can't be bothered to remove it. You enter the room and claim your prize, her weapon and her web browser she finished. You copy the program onto your MewUSB drive and leave. You have s*** to do.

 

> Rohter: See what's up with Sephra.

 

You just finished washing up. Odd. But okay, why not?

 

[spoiler=nF/vF]

nF: Hello.

vF: hi.

nF: How are you doing?

vF: beenalotbetter.

vF: iapogliseismyftypingislsightyoff.

vF: imnotasufsedtodokingthingsoenahanded

nF: I'm sort of, yawn, scared to ask what you're doing with the other.

vF: itisnt

nF: What?

vF: itisnthereanymorerohtswwer

vF: sooneverythingwillbeover

vF: justtakethetime

vF: maakeitaslow

vF: youllahaveyourfun

vF: butigatsdgototoend

vF: ihavetogo

vF: bye

 

--- Sephra's PDA exploded. ---

 

nF: Wait what

 

 

 

What the hell? Why is everyone so f***ing cryptic, WEREN'T YOU THE CRYPTIC ONE?

[Shadow Zero]

After a few minutes of tinkering with some random item that you had made who knows how long ago, you decide that its a waste of time, and therefore meaningless seeing as you really can't do a whole lot of tinkering with a finished product. You decide that you will troll one of your friends or something to keep yourself occupied with Szaras tempts fate by continually staring at the multicolored flashing load screen, as though he was just asking for a seizure. You open your trollian once more and scroll through the various names on it. Arliss was still probably pissed at you about earlier, Sephra is on her way to your hive, or at least should be. Rohter insists on being a douche to you even though there have been several times when you have been perfectly civil to him, and even gone so far as to help him before, and everyone else is either busy or not on, except for one of them. Eh, why not. It's been a long time since you've talked to her about anything.

 

[spoiler=>Troll Naksia]

DV: Hello Naksia.

DV: Hello?

DV: Are you even there?

DV:...

 

 

 

Well that was a waste of time. She didn't even answer you. Oh well. Might as well just get online and find a way to keep yourself occupied while you wait. Or

at least, that's what you think until you see someone attempting to troll you. Oh, well let's just se- Oh Hell No. No, just hell f***ing no. You are NOT

talking to that hare-brained cannon shooting treasure obsessed moron.

 

>Get trolled by Korona

No, No way. There is no way that you are talking to that dribbling dill weed poor excuse for a troll. You find the idea so offensive that you immediately begin abjuring it vehemently, especially after what he pulled the last time.

 

>Dammit, you are going to get trolled by Korona, and you are going to like it

You sigh to yourself thinking that you would kill the narraoor if it wasn't important for purposes pertaining to the fourth wall. Being your usual magnanimous and gracious self, you decide to answer Korona, much though you would rather not do so.

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

PC: Uhh...

PC: Aye can't believe aye'm actually attempting to talk to ye.

PC: So...

DV: I wonder why that could be. After all you apparently thought that I was important enough ot RAID.

PC: Oh no.

PC: Important people get rrraided.

PC: Ye was attacked.

DV: Oh yeah, I remember now.

PC: Completely differrrent storry.

DV: You tried to slice my f***ing head off!

DV: >_<

 

 

 

It's all coming back to you now. That douchebag practically stormed your hive and tried to end you while your Lusus was away on one of its long hunts. If not for the intensive training that you had been putting yourself through, you would surely have died. As it was you barely survived, and you now remember that after that battle, Korona became the only troll that you had a true platonic hatred for in respect of wanting him dead.

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

PC: Slice?

PC: What arrr ye talking about.

DV: Yeah, with that rusty f***ing sword of yours.

DV: Or did you lose it?

PC: Aye use a canon stupid.

DV: I swear all you pirates are equal in one aspect. brainlessness.

DV: Whatever!

PC: Ye must be thinking about beforrre the "incident".

PC: And aye rrrefuse to discuss that.

 

 

 

Of course he refused to talk about the incident. He never wants to talk about the incident, ad out of everyone you know, you're probably the only one thats ever even hinted at it before. Then again, considering your feelings where Korona is concerned, you really couldn't give a flying s***.

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

DV: What the f*** do you want anyway?

PC: Ye hearrr about that game?

DV: If you're referring to Sgrub, then yes, you shithive maggots pirate of the cannonkind corps.

PC: Dearrr gog aye neverrr get a brrreak frrrom ye people.

DV: Well what do you expect from someone you tried to kill?

 

 

 

For a moment, you consider closing the chat window in Korona's face and leaving him to deal with things on his own. It would serve him right for all of the trouble he had caused you before. However, you are once again far to gracious for your own good, and so decide to at least try and put the past behind you and hear Korona out.

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

PC: Anyways, aye kind of am in need for a "Serrrverrr Playerrr"

DV: Oh yeah, that's right. You grabbed the second client disk that I had.

DV: You sure you feel safe with the fate of your hive in my hands? >:]

PC: It is totally NOT in ye hands.

PC: Therrre arrr otherrrs, ye know.

 

 

 

That is such a heaping pile of hoofbeast excrement, and you and Korona both know it. The only reason why he would talk to you is if he had exhausted all other means of finding help. You momentarily consider openingly challenging his statement, but decide against it and once again try to leave the past behind you and continue your conversation.

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

DV: Moot point is moot. You still haven't answered my question.

PC: ...

PC: Not rrreally actually.

PC: But then again, aye CAN attack ye house again.

PC: And FORRRCE ye to be my Serrrverr Playerrr.

DV: Wow, I guess s*** must be pretty serious for you if you're willin to go to that extent huh?

PC: No.

PC: Not at all.

PC: Aye definitely want to die.

PC: Gog use that useless piece of crap on ye shoulderrrs forrr once.

DV: See, that's one thing that is going to have to go if I say yes. unwarranted sarcasm.

PC: I honestly don't see why ye b**** about me almost cutting it off if ye don't use it!

PC: Fine.

 

 

 

Okay, that tears it. You have had it with this tea drinking buffoon. Not that you don't drink tea from time to time yourself, but that's neither here nor there, and far beside the point. You get up from your desk and immediately begin shuffling through the various pieces of equipment on your floor. You soon find what you're looking for, a high tech sniper rifle with x-ray vision that you made yourself. You mount it on the floor in front of the giant hole in your wall that was left by your Lusus and take the next few minutes to get Korona in your sights. After acquiring your target, who is sitting in front of his computer waiting for your response like the moron that he is, you go to pull the trigger, but then stop yourself. No, you don't want him to die, not like this. You only want him dead AFTER he has fully realized, comprehended, and despaired in his own uselessness, Dropping the sight on Korona, you head back to your desktop, leaving the sniper rifle where it is and continue your earlier conversation.

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

DV: My particlebeam sniper rifle begs to differ.

PC: Oh gog.

DV: Whatever.

PC: Why do aye need help frrrom the autistic.

PC: WHY.

DV: Is that what you go around calling all geniuses? Guess that must make Rohter even more autisitc then I am.

DV: Wait...that came out wrong.

DV: Whatever.

DV: Since you have my other disc anyway...

DV: I'll be your server player.

DV: HOWEVER!

PC: What is it.

DV: You are going to have to wait until I have taken care of a few things on my end first, okay?

 

 

 

Yes, things like dealing with a newly discovered nuisance. It appears that the Server version of Sgrub has finally finished loading, and your conversation is interrupted as a result seeing as how Szaras seemed to somehow think it was a good idea to try clicking on you with the giant oversized mouse pointer that seems to have suddenly appeared out of nowhere and is something you recognize from your research as a part of the game construct. Even though it cannot interact with you, it still startles you causing you to leap out of your chair and turn to Szaras yelling "DON'T DO THAT YOU UNDERSIZED OAF!!!" You then sit down at your desktop again and immediately regret what you had just done.You decide that you'll apologie to Szaras later though, you have other things that you have to take care of first.

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

PC: ...

DV: Besides, I doubt there are any meteors in your vicinity.

DV: Yet, anyway.

PC: Yes, let's prrrocrrrastinate.

PC: It's not like aye'm going to get killed.

DV: We're all in danger of getting smashed. Live with it.

PC: How can aye live with it if aye'm dead by the time ye meteorrrs even get close to ye?

DV: Oh all right fine, I'll get on it.

DV: It's going to take a while for this thing to load though. Hope you can wait that long.

PC: Fine.

PC: Aye'll just do something prrroactive while aye wait aye guess.

DV: Hoist the jolley roger lads! We're sailing into uncharted terrritory!

PC: ...

DV: What? We are. Figruratively speaking.

PC: Arrr ye SURRRE ye arrr not autistic?

DV: Are you sure that tea your drinking is actually rum?

PC: ...shut up.

DV: Exactly.

DV: I'll get started with the download now.

PC: Trrroll me when ye arrr rrready.

DV: You know it.

 

 

 

Well that was rather an interesting conversation, if not somewhat infuriating as well. You decide you might as well get started right now, so you take the server disk and put it into your laptop. The download starts. As you thought, it is going to take a long time, so you figure you might as well get something to drink while you wait.

[Amethyst Phoenix]

> Felixe: Fly Back to your own Airspace

 

You decide it would probably be a good idea to depart before the AA guns come back online and turn Rohter's Hive back into Hotel California.

 

Besides, sticking around such a heavily fortified zone after dumping vomit on the person in control would certainly not be the most viable strategic option.

 

 

You program the coordinates in the navigation console. The castle will handle the rest.

 

 

You suddenly find yourself with an abundance of FREE TIME.

 

 

> Scrub Pail

 

The pail receives a bath that can only be described as "Illustriously Luscious, yet Meticulously Thorough". You suppose REALLY DAMN GOOD would also be an accurate assessment.

 

While cleaning, you reflect on the events that just transpired.

 

You're still angry that Rohter would think you the type to be committing such acts. Plus even if you were, it's none of him damn business and rude irregardless to make to such allegations. You suppose dumping all that vomit on him may have been a bit extreme however.

 

 

> Test out those Scopes

 

 

You decide to examine the FARSIGHT ACCURALENSES.

 

One appears to be from Rohter, the other from.......HOW THE HELL DID THAT PRICK GET THIS HERE?!

 

 

Oh well. You suppose you shouldn't look a gift hoofbeast in the mouth.

 

 

You retreat to the shooting range in the lower levels of the hive. Which FSAL will you try first?

 

 

> Equip the huge a******'s scope

 

Bad news first has usually been your policy anyway.

 

 

It appears to be at least partially crafted from organic materials. Typical.

 

 

You attach it to your REVOLVING SNIPER RIFLE and look through the sight, taking aim at a VISCIOUS MUSCLEBEAST.

 

The scope scans for a moment, and then provides you with a detailed write-up of the target, describing it's stats, strengths, weaknesses, etc. It would appear the scope functions via a highly advanced microfiber analyzer that detects all sorts of thing about the target and then determines it's features and attributes. Essentially, an incredibly advanced device that has a built-in Libra function. This is so cool.

 

 

Or at least it would be if every gogdamn class in FLARP didn't learn Libra at some point. Hell, you can even program Libra into your current One Zoom, One Snipe, 10,000 Ripples of Pain and Anguish scope.

 

> Toss this Crap into some Random Corner of your Hive

 

You hurl it as far away as possible.

 

LEGENDARY PIECE OF s***!!!

 

 

 

> Try out Rohter's Scope

 

This one looks much better.

 

Upon installation and inspection, you find this scope to contain all the features of your previous one, but with the glitches worked out. In addition, it possesses two new features. One is a thermal mode and the other apparently calculates ricochets to 99.5% accuracy and up to about 70 rebounds. SCORE!

 

 

You decide to test this out. A few taps on the control pad for this room and the musclebeast vanishes. The lights dim to a pitch black. The screech of a ravenous SKY ORCA resonates through the room. Taking aim at the fearsome beast, you plan out a trajectory in record time with the aid of your new toy. It's camouflage is rendered useless. The thermal mode reveals all. 7 rebounds later, and the creature shatters into small crystalline fragments. They rattle on the ground for a few moments, then evaporate back into the air.

 

Oh hell yes. You open up the included PDA and find it preloaded with several adorable cat themes. Settling on the SNOWY CRAG JAGUAR wallpaper, you debate thanking Rohter. On one hand, he might still be mad at you, but on the other HOPY s*** THIS THING IS SWEEEET.

 

You decide to wait it out and bother one of your hunter friends. Perhaps Szaras will appreciate it? Or maybe Sephra? WHO WILL YOU PICK?

 

FIND OUT NEXT WEE- This is stupid.

[fenrir]

> Rohter: Contemplate stuff.

 

Screw that.

 

You decide instead to mope about, as you are generally inclined to do. You begin to walk circles around the cannon in the middle of your hive. The main console sits empty, almost yearning for your presence. You sigh and look up through the circular opening for your cannon. You see faint stars amidst the clouds. One or two. Maybe three. You miss the simpler times, when everything wasn't about imploding the sun oh wait those times were all the times including now. You hear a splashing sound, as if a whale fell into the water. Approaching your window, you glance outside to spot your lusus. The effects of the storm had wore off and he was walking more like a lizard now, and less like an apeshit apex predator.

 

> Rohter: Go drag in the sweet lootz.

 

Very well. You descend down your staircase to the living room, and exit through the main entrance there. Even though your living room was above the hangar and sub pens and thus higher than ground level, you use it as the main entrance. Thankfully you constructed a winding staircase through the large rocks. You approach your lusus, showing no signs of recent aggression. He bends his head down to spit something out. At first you can't see it with all the saliva...

 

OH MY GOG.

 

IS THAT...???

 

YES IT IS.

 

You grab the ABYSSAL ORE and hold it above your head triumphantly, making sure to avoid the saliva. You would congratulate your lusus but he seems to be going for a rest. He walks over to a pool of water on the island, filled with small rocks and various small and useless wildlife. You just run to your hive like a giddy schoolboy that just got a new transformer. If you even knew what that meant.

[Proto]

=> Szaras : Deploy stuff

 

What a insensitive jerk.. yelling at you like that, WHAT IT'S YOUR FAULT YOU WANTED TO TRY OUT SOMETHING? And he calls you a oaf... at least you don't strife with your friends EVERY SINGLE DAY! Gog you wonder why you put up with this INSENSITIVE PRICK every day.

 

Anyways, you take a look at the PHERNALIA REGISTRY and what do you know, a whole bunch of COOL MECHA STUFF is yours for the taking.

 

But wait, it seems that you have to deploy them in Ventus' house, that stupid SCIENCEY JERK gets all the cool stuff.

 

You deploy the Cruxtruder inside Ventus' room, placing the Alchemiter and Totem Lathe down inside his LIVING ROOM while deploying the PREPUNCHED CARD right next to Ventus' desktop.

 

Alright, now time to let Ventus do his MAGIC NERD POWERS to figure out what this stuff does.

 

....

 

Why isn't he answering his computer?

 

Ugh, where's that guy going now? You toggle though the arrow keys to look for Ventus.

[Snitch]

She was quiet. Her feet were light. Her arm was bandaged with supplies raided from rooms of Rohter's hive. In her right arm the crossbow was held firm. She needed to find him. Needed to stop her torment. Even if that meant taking his life.

 

She stepped outside into the air again, looking for Rohter. She saw the sea again. She liked the sea. They'd told her it had been cold, but she'd swam here and it hadn't been cold at all. Inviting. She liked the darkness it enclosed beneath a blanket of blue beauty, and it's eloquent swishing and turning as the waves danced. She thought maybe, just one day, she might come there for good and never go back.

 

Sephra went back inside and came face-to-face with Rohter. She pointed the weapon at him with her one hand. "You look older than when we last spoke face to face," she said. Her voice was distant.

 

"OhgodSephra, is that a crossbow?" He asked. He was worried. She could taste his worry in the air. A horrible pang. She replied with a nod. "Can you point it somewhere else?" She shook her head slowly. "Please?"

 

"I..." she began. "I can't help it Rohter. He's haunted me for too long... far too long."

 

"Aren't you supposed to be the calm one?" He raised a hand slowly, careful not to make any sudden, provoking movements. Tears slowly began to form in her eyes. She told him. She told him how he wanted her dead, and how he wanted her to do it. He considered this. He furrowed his brow and demanded to know who was after him, who was hurting her, forcing her. She can't say. The words won't come. Her finger slowly tightens on the trigger. "Come on Sephra, we can work something out, okay? I can kill him you know, help you..."

 

"I don't think anyone can help me. I don't think I can hold on any more." Her voice is dry, distant. Weak. He looks slightly taken aback, quickly saying, "P-please Sephra. I'm so close. I don't want it to end like this." His words hit her. Her conscience nags and she stares at her own weapon, unbelieving of her own actions. "Neither do I." Her voice is stronger now, as she raises the gun to point it at her own forehead.

 

Seizing his chance, he throws his treasure at her leg. It hits beneath the knee, then slides towards the furnace, teetering on the edge dangerously. She falls, dropping her crossbow and her forehead slamming powerfully into the floor, her consciousness fading slowly. Her eyes blur and shut as he yells her name.

[fenrir]

You remain calm, for the most part. Your friend just went shithive maggots and probably needs your help. First thing's first though, that abyssal ore... You look back at the furnace edge, where the railing was. It was gone.

 

f***.

 

You were tempted to lob the body of Sephra in the furnace along with the ore, but it's Sephra and not Ventus. You regain your senses. You pick her up gently, and abscond to your workplace down by the furnace. Which is risky as hell but you'll have to try. After ducking through tendrils of fire, you make it. With a sense of urgency you pick a rather large table and lay her down. First you pick at her wound. It surprises you that she managed to swim here, sea dweller or not it must of been tough. You get some thin pieces of metal scattered around the room and begin working. Apparently it's robot arm time.

 

[spoiler=nf/ha]

[NF] Uh, hey Nia. Do you happen to know anything about anatomy?

[HA] Yeah.

[HA] Why?

[NF] No real reason. Just wondered how uh, the arm worked.

[NF] And what not.

[HA] Well I think it's nerves.

[HA] My skill is not on the why.

[HA] More on how to stop.

[NF] Oh. Joy.

[HA] Seriously why?

[HA] Arms are booooring.

[NF] Forget it, ugh, too much blood.

 

--- [NF] ceased pestering [HA] ---

 

 

Gogdamnit. The one Troll you'd figure would know something about anatomy actually doesn't. There's only one other Troll who could help you...

 

You swallow your pride and leave Ventus a message. For Sephra you tell yourself.

 

For Sephra.

[Shadow Zero]

>Get refreshing drink.

 

You do just that, and quickly guzzle down some of the liquid. aaah yeah, taht is some wicked elixir right there.......ah well, might as well take the rest of it with you.

 

>Return to room with wicked elixir.

 

You walk from the kitchen through the dining room and living room, all of which are quite spacious. You honestly never understood why you would need all of this space. Most of our hive doesn't even get used for anything.

 

>Ascend the stairs.

 

A blatant reference to something else if ever you saw one, but you walk to the other side of the living room and do so anyway. You then walk through the hallway until you reach your room.

 

>Look to your room, now back to you. Now back to your room, now back to you.

 

You do, and you see that most of the pathway leading to your desktop is blocked, and your laptop is there too! ARGH! You take out your hardly used I-Pod touch and leave the following message for Szaras.

 

[spoiler=DV/HH]

DV: Next time, could you please not block my one walkway in my room with the Cruxtruder?

DV: Anyway, sorry about snapping at you before. I've been a bit on edge due to s*** happening.

DV: I'll make it up to you later though, promise.

DV: Oh, and you forgot to deploy the Punch Designix. That's essential, you know.

 

 

 

Now that that has been taken care of, you climb over the Cruxtruder and over to your desktop where you sit and pull up your trollian. You notice that Rohter has left you a message. You wonder what it could be about. You open the window and see that he is asking you on things pertaining to anatomy. De f***? Okay, now you're curious.

 

>Curiosity kills the Dragon. Troll Rohter.

 

Yes, you definitely should. If Rohter is wanting to know about anatomy, then he is either wanting to start in other fields, or something major is going down. After all, he normally wouldn't come to you, although there have been a few exceptions to this rule.

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

DV: So I saw that you left a message asking me about anatomy.

DV: Might I inquire as to why, and for what purpose?

NF: That is correct.

NF: Uh.

NF: I decided I felt like making a robot arm.

NF: For, uh, no real reason.

DV: ...

DV: You don't do things for no reason Rohter.

DV: What happened.

NF: According to you I want to blow up the sun for no reason.

NF: So hah.

DV: <_<

DV: Just tell me what happened, and PLEASE don't be an absolute jerk to me about it.

NF: Let me at least get this blood off my floor.

NF: Pink is a hard color to scrub.

DV: Pink? o_O I didn'tknow that there was such a color on the hermaspectrum. I guess that's what I get for not caring about it, huh?

NF: Don't joke with me.

NF: This is like, yawn, grub leveled knowledge.

DV: Uh, yeah...okay then.

DV: Anyway, why are you wanting to know about anatomy for all of a sudden?

DV: Wait...pink blood?

NF: Yes.

DV: Did something happen to Sephra?!

NF: Hold on I have some on my shirt.

DV: Wait, why is she there?

DV: And why do you have her blood on your shirt!!!

NF: Uh...

DV: Tell me!!!

NF: Apparently she decided murdering me was cool.

DV: ........

NF: So she swam over here and tried to shoot me.

NF: But it's cool.

DV: That isn't funny.

NF: We had a talk and I knocked her out.

NF: Sigh.

NF: No idea how she lost her arm though.

DV: Sephra isn't like that.She wouldn't try to kill someone for no reason

NF: That is beyond me.

DV: She lost an ARM??!?!

NF: Yes.

NF: I don't know anything about cleaning wounds.

DV: OH GOD OH MAN OH GOD OH MAN OH GOD OH MAN OH GOD!!!

NF: So I guess I just sort of left it with the gauze on.

NF: I'm trying to build the basic skeleton of an arm.

NF: Since this is obviously something in my large ran of mechanical prowess.

NF: Range, my bad.

DV: Yeah, but you don't know everything that you need to, so you called me, right?

DV: It's easier if I just help you out instead of trying to explain it all to you.

NF: I don't specialize in anatomy dumpass.

NF: The skeleton will be fine.

NF: But no way in hell will I try to make a cover for it.

NF: That's your job as far as I'm concerned.

DV: Just get to work on what you can. I'll be over as soon as I can with the needed materials for my end of things.

NF: Yeah, ugh, f*** no.

NF: As if.

DV: Rohter, you may think that I am douche, you may think that I am worthless. I don't care.

DV: I am coming over there to help Sephra.

DV: End of discussion.

NF: No you are not.

NF: I will f***ing kill you.

NF: You are not to take a step on my land.

DV: Dude, we're rivals, not Kismesis. Stop with the whole killing thing. <_<

DV: Besides, this is serious, and you know it.

NF: Kismesis don't kill each other.

NF: They merely do this whole caliginous waltz of hurt.

NF: I am being serious on the killing you part.

DV: Ugh, whatever. If You won't let me over there, then what the f*** am I supposed to do, huh?

NF: I'll send Sephra over when I'm done.

NF: Yawn.

DV: ........

NF: if she was able to swim here without an arm she can swim out with one.

DV: Ugh, fine. I'll do what I can from here.

DV: But at least provide Sephra with a boat or something.

NF: Why.

NF: She can swim fine.

DV: I don't want any more chances being taken with that wound of hers until it can be properly disinfected.

NF: She managed to get through my depth charges for gog sake.

NF: Right.

NF: Also.

NF: When she gets there.

NF: She'll have the basic skeleton

DV: Yeah yeah yeah, just make sure that she has some other way to get here then swimming that is safe. If she dies because of an infection due to negligence on your part, I WILL see to it that you meet your demise.

NF: Wait.

NF: Is she moving.

NF: No.

NF: Nevermind.

NF: The point is.

NF: The middle region of the skeleton, in between the rods, there will be cased wiring.

NF: DO NOT.

NF: UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

NF: MESS WITH THAT WIRING.

DV: I won't.

DV: And remember what I said.

DV: I meant it.

NF: Hey I'm busy with more important things.

NF: If it wasn't for me your wannabe-matesprite would be dead.

DV: Fine then. Just don't screw up.

DV: Later.

 

 

 

Okay, you are now officially flipping the f*** out. One of the few trolls who went out of their way to actually be NICE to you is in a really bad situation, and you don't know why the f*** it happen, how, or even what state she is in!

 

>Pull yourself together man, you're needed!

 

The fourth wall guy is right, this is no time to flip the f*** out. In place of that, you fill it with a firm resolve...or at least do your best to emulate that. Keeping a hold of that resolve, you get up from your computer and start heading down to the basement where all of your raw materials are kept. You know your task, and you start on it without hesitation. By the time you're done, Nobody will know hat Sephra lost an arm. Unless they're told by someone else, that is.

[Proto]

You FINALLY get a answer from your friend, good now he can explain why he took his precious time and give you a suitable apolog- ....The stuck up brat has another order? Grr... things like this makes you wanna just Appearify yourself back there and punch him right in his science-loving mouth!

 

Anyways, you re-open your PHERNALIA REGISTERY again and find that stupid item he requested, only to find out you need this STUPID PURPLE GRIST in order to deploy it.

 

Ugh! Another useless request! Though you have to wonder, how did he know that item was in your inventory...

 

You search the map for a few seconds to see Ventus entering his basement, seeing his iPod Touch was with him you decide to give him a little message!

 

[spoiler=hH/dV2]HH: Venty-I-can't-deploy-the-Punch-thingy!

HH: It-needs-some-purple-grist-thing.

HH: ><

DV: You're kidding, right?

HH: I'm-sorry

HH: No-it-does

DV: Eh, whatever. We'll figure that out later.

HH: How-do-you-even-know-about-this-stuff?

HH: I-mean-this-gamey-thing-was-supposed-to-be-new-right?

DV: Did some research. I somehow hacked into a whole other realm or something and found some troll gamefaqs that someone made.

DV: I don't even know how i

DV: found it, to be honest.

HH: Well-at-least-we-know-how-to-deal-with-this-game.

DV: To a certain extent, yes. We'll have to find out most of it on our own though.

DV: The funny thing is, I didn't even mean to find this info.

DV: I was trying to hack Rohter at the time.

HH: Why? Didn't-the-writer-finish-the-game?

DV: Who knows?

DV: All I know is what I read.

DV: Apparently there is supposed to be a pre-punched card, or something.

DV: But we'll get to that later.

HH: Oh-yeah! I-put-that-on-your-Desk!

DV: All right.

HH: I-think-you'll-have-to-try-it-out

DV: I'll get to that eventually. but as I am sure you can see right now, I am kind of busy.

HH: What-happened?

HH: D=

DV: s*** went down in a big way. Don't worry, it doesn't affect you. I'll just be busy for a while is all.

HH: You-never-tell-me-anythiiinnnggg

HH: ><

DV: Sorry. It's just that this is a bit personal.

DV: And as I said before, I am quite busy.

HH: Okaaaayyy

HH: But-let-me-know-when-you-wanna-start-playing-again

DV: I don't think you can stop playing once you have started. I just hope that I have a bunch of time left.

DV: Speaking of, I am going to have my Lusus open the Cruxtruder when I have the chance.

HH: Eh? I-don't-think-the-dragon-dude-will-like-you-playing-games...

DV: I'll just have to convince him otherwise if that's the case.

DV: But I can't worry about that right now.

DV: Because I am too busy.

HH: You-keep-on-saying-you-are-busy-but-what-are-you-actually-doing?

HH: Oh-well...

DV: Can't say right now.

DV: As I said before, it's a bit personal.

DV: I promise to explain later though.

DV: Anyway, I have to go now. Troll you when I can.

 

 

Why does he have to be so mysterious? Makes a troll wonder what sorta act he's trying to pull off, no worries though you're sure he won't be TOO much of a bother for your campaign.

[fenrir]

It only takes you a few minutes to put the skeleton together. The wiring took much longer though, arguably an hour. Or at least it felt like one. You were at odds on when to attach it. Too soon and it might not work, too late and she could wake up mid-process. After the wiring was done you make sure to install a metallic shield covering it throughout the arm, to protect it from the elements. At this point you're tempted to maybe add something cool like an arrow launcher.

 

If anything you'll add whatever misc features she wants after she wakes up. Although in all honestly the recovery of that ore is a more pressing matter.

 

You attach the arm, making sure it covers the wound. Once you're finished you realize that it could have a bit more... Meat. On it. You attach more metal rods here and there, making sure it has a decent skeleton. It's starting to look awesome at this point.

 

> Rohter: Do something silly.

 

Why Sephra, it appears your newly created metallic arm has caught the light of the pink and green moons in their sweet waltz among the stars. This... Sweet poetry almost makes a man forget how you were once above him, how you did not realize his glorious works and the effect they would have on your life. It is a good omen for illicit lovers. Could you imagine the scandal if anyone ever found out??? No one must ever know...

 

But worry not, you will realize what I have done and what I can do. You have been given a new arm, you can be given purpose. You are not beyond redemption...

 

Be grateful, dear Sephra. For the first time in your dull life you have met a man with true... Power.

[Amethyst Phoenix]

> Felixe: Troll Sephra

 

You decide Sephra is more proficient with computers and won't accidentally close the window ten f***ing times during your conversation.

 

 

[spoiler=chatlog]

[uR] Sephra.

[uR] I have something very fascinating to tell you about!

[uR] .......

[uR] Sephra?

 

 

 

Damn it. You're sure that chat log would have gotten you back into the main plot somehow.

 

 

> Shoot Fireworks off Balcony

 

You head out to your balcony with the intent to shoot some fireworks. Maybe you could fire some at Rohter's hive for the lulz.

 

Still out at sea, the water looks pretty cool. The moonlight reflecting off of it is very stellar. Oh yeah. Double entendre without either of the dual meanings being sexual. YEAH!

 

Wait what's that thing down there?

 

 

> Peer off Balcony

 

It looks like some dumpass is swimming out there. Wait a minute. You know that dumpass! Or at least you think you do. She's leaving a trail of pink behind her afterall.

 

 

> Follow Sephra

 

You have nothing better to do, so you might as well trail her. The blood trail has you a little worried anyway.

 

STEALTH FLYING CASTLE YEAH!

 

 

====>

 

She appears to be going towards.....Oh jegus. It's Rohter's hive. BACKTRACKING YEA-

 

No.

 

That joke wasn't even funny. To allow it to break into a sprint would be most irresponsible of you.

 

 

> Enter Rohter's Hive again.

 

There's gonna be another hacking scene please please please that was so awesome

 

====>

 

[spoiler=Flash]

BLUH BLUH HUGE GLITCH

 

 

 

 

====>

 

Damn. You lost her for a minute there. Gog damn Rohter and his crazy labyrinth hive of mechanical bullshit. Luckily, you can just follow the blood.

 

 

> Follow Blood Trail

 

The ominous path of pink leads you into a workshop. You thought you heard talking for a minute there.

 

You hear Rohter mumbling something as you open the door. Great. He's in this room too.

 

 

> Throw Open Door in a Dramatic Fashion

 

You burst into the room, coat ruffling. Aww yeah, see? Total Badass.

 

 

.........WHATISTHISYOUDON'TEVEN

 

 

You stand, mouth agape, staring at Rohter.