Hivebound[STARTED/MAYBESTILLACCEPTING/PG-16]

[fenrir]

[center][url="http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/252729-hivebound-pg-16acceptingnot-started/"]OoC Thread[/url][/center]

>Rohter: WAKE UP.

You wake up by falling out of your recuperacoon, head first into several blue prints and ore fragments. This was one of those days were you regret having an elevated recuperacoon. Nonetheless, you compose yourself, letting the scattered blue prints stay where they are. You're in no rush, after all. You glance around your room, which is arguably the largest. It encircles your cannon in the center of your Hive, which is arguably larger. You are completely windowed in, allowing you to view the outsides of your Hive. Considering the altitude you are currently located at, you see quite a bit. Including the wreckage of several test vessels scattered among the spiky rocks protecting your island home. It's morning and you have the whole night ahead of you.

What will you do?

>Rohter: Get your husktop.

You do so.

[Shadow Zero]

>Ventus: Wake up

You yawn sleepily as you stretch a bit. You really don't feel like getting up yet, but a look out of your window tells you what time it is, and that the night light is wasting.

>Go for a swim

Are you serious? You just got up, and you haven't even had breakfast yet.

>Exit recuperacoon and explore room

You do so, but there's not a whole lot to explore. Just what few completed inventions you have in there that you've used on occasion. Your basement level underneath your hive has a much larger number of half completed inventions, but even that doesn't come anywhere close to taking up the space allocated for them.

>Pick up battlescope

You pick up the battlescope that you made a while back. It's capable of displaying data on anything it sees in great detail and has several different modes that allow you to more easily see in places that are dark or foggy or some s*** like that. Upon reflection, you should have made it into a pair of glasses or something instead of something to be mounted on a rifle. Then again, it was originally for someone else before he decided he didn't want to have anything more to do with you.

>Examine walls

Not much to see here. Just a few blueprints for inventions that you have never gotten to because they look like they're to much trouble and various posters from video games, anime/manga, and comics that you have read/watched/played over the course of your life.

>Heed the stomach. Get your food.

Yeah, it has been growling at you relentlessly basically since you got up. Might as well tend to that first. You walk out of your room and down one of the hallways in your hive, which is that of a castle. You are once again reminded how it was originally built to entertain many different trolls at a time, but how unavoidably empty it is, in no small part due to the fact that many trolls find you insufferable. You would know, because you're the one that built it, with some help from your Dragon Lusus. You reach the stairs and descend to the first floor, arriving in the living room, which also serves as the main hall and is arguably the largest space in the entire castle. It has to be, since this is the one place where you Lusus stays when he isn't in that Gog-Forsaken cave of his, although truth be told you prefer his staying in the cave. It avoids his lectures and the subsequent fights that result from them. But enough on that. You walk through the living room/main hall and through a door that leads to a rather large kitchen and start rummaging around for something to eat.

[Nexev]

>Naksia: Do something awesome===>

You can't do something awesome because you are to busy fighting this Tyrranosaurus.

f***ing Indigos, why do they have such strong lusus's. And why do they scream so loudly when hurt.

The drop of the cliff wasn't THAT big. And they should have lost all feeling after you tossed him out the top story window anyway.

I mean why did this Varumi guy want to make this so hard. He was a morail abuser, he should have expected the Love's Shadow to avenge the f*** out of the quadrants.

But yeah, your kinda a bit busy making this dino's go back to extinction to do anything remotley cool.

Marsuv: Do something cool==>
You would but the O'murdr Factor is only doing it's interview next week! But you have something awesome.

BEHOLD THE TOP HEMOSPECTRUM LOAF, MADE WITH A CRYSTAL WHITENESS THAT IS ONLY FOUND BY THE FINEST OF FOODS

BACON OF A FIRE BREATHING PIGON, TO HAVE A SMOKEY TEXTURE

MiRiCaLe WHIP MADE FROM THE FAYGO STOLEN FROM THE SUBJUGGOLATORS THEMSELF

THE TEARS OF THE SUFFERER, THE MOST RICHEST AND SUCCULENT TOMATOES, ONLY FOUNDABLE IN SUMMONER SWAMP, WHERE THE CORPSES OF THE REBELLIOUS CALVAREAPERS ROT LIKE THE DOGS THEY WERE.

AND LETTUCE... FROM A FARM!


WITH THESE POWERS COMBINED YOU MAKE A BLT.

...this was the best use of your time you ever had.

[Proto]

>Szaras: Finish your hunt.

You FINALLY manage to slaughter the mighty Pigon.

Stupid thing.. it took you FOREVER to find it, Pigons are just so rare in this season....

You slice open the stomach, you were never a particularly good butcher but you know the part he requested.

Slowly but surely you tear out the Pigon's large sowbelly, carrying the large slab of it's belly onto your cart, swiftly tying it to the cart before mounting your lusus, he was rather okay with functioning as your steed for this quest, though you could see his mouth water.

You head off back to your hive.

> Inform client of completion.

After returning to your hive you quickly grab your hubtop, your client will surely want to hear of your tasks completion.

[spoiler='hH/dA'][color="#00BFFF"]HH: Uh-dude-I-got-your-stuff!
HH: ....The-f***ing-pigon-was-a-pain-in-the-ass-to-fight-tho. 3:[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Excellent. I shall provide payment for your hunt once we make the transaction.
DA: I belive you requested a shiny gold totem? Why gold? Such a low blood color.
DA: Even for one of your status it's rather unfitting.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: ....Uh-it's-shinier!
HH: Plus-I-like-yellow-things.
HH: They're-pretty.[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: You landwellers are weird. But very well then.
DA: We shall make the transaction by the beach as usual. Please don't get raped by any nearby subjugglators.
DA: That would be disappointing.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Oh-come-off-it-Mars-you-know-I'm-better-then-that!
HH: ....You're-never-gonna-let-that-go-are-you?[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: It's important that you are not in any way physically incapable of doing your duty.
DA: I can only pull so many strings in this political puppet show before they cull me.
DA: And I fear I grew rather found of my lower body.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Anyways-have-you-heard-of-the-game?
HH: It-sounds-fun!
HH: You-know-that-someone-as-high-as-you-can't-get-culled-right?[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: The political machine occasionally oils the cogs with something thicker then water.
DA: And should a purple blood be considered a nuiscance.
DA: Then no one has any qualms silencing him.
DA: Why do you think I have to bring weapons to political debates?[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: The-same-reason-why-Imperial-Drones-bring-weapons-to-collect-the-bucket-fluid!
HH: For-fun![/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Cease this discussion at once please.
DA: I am rather uncomfortable discussing such a lewd scenario with anyone.
DA: Especially you for reasons that neither of us shall delve into.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: ) :
HH: Anyways-haven't-you-heard-from-your-purple-blood-buddy?
HH: We're-all-playing-a-game![/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: I have no buddies.
DA: I have tools, and I have you.
DA: I especially don't have any relation to some lowlife who refuses to accept his calling.
DA: Even going so far to forsake the sea to do so.
DA: It's repulsive.
[/color][color="#00BFFF"]HH: But-the-sea-is-scary!
HH: And-it's-hard-to-breathe-in-it!
HH: And-I-could-have-sworn-you-got-along-with-him-sometimes.[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Do not swear around me please. We are suppose to be better then that.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: You're-always-so-PROFESSIONAL.
HH: High-class-this-high-class-that.
HH: No-Szaras-don't-kill-the-indigo-blood.
HH: Think-of-the-POLITICAL-consequences.[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Are you expressing the emotion of anger?[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: No-I-am-making-a-complaint.
HH: Big-difference.
[/color][color="#FF00FF"]DA: If you insist, but in response to your original question.
DA: I am aware of the game and plan to participate, someone has to keep the rustbloods in line.
DA: Of which you have a startling percentage of in this game.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: I-thought-we-were-mostly-high-bloods!
HH: Well-maybe-not-Ninja-Girl.[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Or that vaguely psychotic scientist.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: I-thought-he-was-high!
HH: He-lives-near-the-sea.[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Rohter? Dear Condension no.
DA: Have you seen him bleed, it's an appaling red.
DA: Also the ball player and nomad guy are also rather untrustworthy.
DA: The rougish one's perchant for sailing however gives her a pass.
[/color][color="#00BFFF"]HH: We-have-red-bloods?[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Are you expecting me to be lying?[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Sounds-sorta-weird.
HH: I-mean-who-would-have-red-blood?[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Peasents. Those who's goal in life is to serve under those who's choices can matter.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: That-doesn't-sound-very-nice...
HH: But-nice-to-hear-you're-participating!
HH: I'll-get-on-my-way-to-the-beach.[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: By the way, I need a second opinion of a meal I was making.
DA: Therefore I need to request your participation.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Whatever-it-is-it-needs-a-bunch-of-pigon-bacon...
HH: WHO-EATS-THIS-STUFF[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Forty percent of Alternia actually.
DA: And around 60% of the Threshicutioners use it in their victory feasts as well.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Still-this-is-getting-sort-of-ridiculous.
HH: 14-pounds-worth-of-pigon-bacon?
HH: Hoofbeast-steak?
HH: Loaves-the-size-of-trees?[/color]
[color="#FF00FF"]DA: Please stop, I am begining to salivate and it's getting in my eyes.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: I'll-just-get-on-my-way-then.[/color]
[/spoiler]

>Get going

Your lusus is probably not going to be happy about having to pull this food again but... sometimes you've just got to choke up and do it.

You load all the food back in the cart, which was pretty much bulging with oversized ingredients (seriously, what is he planning on making a meal the size of the Green Moon?)

And get off on your journey to the beach, god that gold totem is gonna look SO shiny when you get it!

[Ice.]

>Korona: Ragequit

You shoot a hole in your wall, breaking your dart board in the process. You hate that thing so much. You seriously just spent 30 minutes of your life trying to hit the bullseye of that thing, only to miss EVERY GOG DAMN TIME. You suck at aiming so much, unlike that useless HIPPIE a******. Why did he get the gift of perfect aim when he spends most of his time being a useless sack of s*** anyways? Whatever, you have better things to do.

>Go do better things.

You open your husktop. Your wallpaper is that of none other than JACKKS PARROW, TROLL PIRATE EXTRAORDINAIRE. You swoon for a moment as you open up TROLLGLE and TROLLIAN.

Oh look, somebody's trolling you. Let's answer that.

>Korona: Answer Troll

Oh look, it's--

>Hippie a******: Interfere with plot

Nah man, that's not cool. The plot does what it wants. I don't think it's interfering in the slightest, bro.

But yeah sure, I'll be me. I'm down with that.

>Hippie a******: Be Zarkon

You are now ZARKON THALES, and you are currently shooting at targets, getting a bullseye every time.

Man, this is so easy. You wonder if there's ANYBODY out there that has never hit a bullseye in their entire life.

[Nexev]

Naksia:> Do something awesome

FU[i][/i]CK YOU YOUR KINDA BUSY RIGHT NOW WHY DOES THIS TYRRANOUS HAVE ROCKET LAUNCHERS WHO HAS THAT KIND OF LUSUS OWWWWWWWWWWW

Marv: Make that dish.

Very well then. You wanted to try something new so you have all this pigon bacon so you decided to do the only thing that makes sense.

TURN IT INTO A YELLOW SUBMARINE AS A CALL BACK TO THE SHELLGRUBS.

First you head to the water free section of your hive. This is were the kitchen and food storage is naturally.

Now to began.

Obviouslly you weave pigon around horsebeast steak to make the hull, then you dip the thing in liquified lusus cheese.

Then you make small indenture in the sub for meat missles. Then you load these holes with bacon wrapped steak that was marinated with hotsauce.

Then you nuke it.

With your missles.

What else were you supposed to do with them?

Then you add a f***ing toothpick to garnish that fool.

Oh hey... someone is trolling you.

Better ansewer it.

...Oh god.... him... this will be quite the kerfuffle.
[spoiler=The Kerfuffle]
[color=#000080]TP: So like, do\/\//\/ \/\/ith the syste/\/\, /\/\a/\/.
TP: A/\/d f*** you for bei/\/g a part of it.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: Please for once in our life can we try to mantain the illusion of civility here?[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: f*** ci\/ility.
TP: Ci\/il disobedie/\/ce, f***er.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: I would greatly enjoy saying that I am dissappointed.
DA: But that would of course imply that I was suprised.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: You ca/\/t be surprised because youre a du/\/\bass.
TP:...yeah /\/o this is expected /\/o\/\/ is/\/t it.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: One day I will find a way to make you successfully pass the high learninghive equvilancy test.
DA: Then you can learn how subpar your intellect seems right now.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: I/\/\ /\/ot the f***er \/\/ho spe/\/ds his life eati/\/g.
TP: At least I spe/\/d ti/\/\e buildi/\/g s***.
TP: A/\/d /\/\aki/\/g /\/\usic.
TP: A/\/d ha\/i/\/g a social life.
TP: Face it /\/\ars, I/\/\ chill.
TP: Also f*** the lear/\/i/\/ghi\/e, s*** /\/\a/\/ipulates you.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: I'm bulding a future. You simply can't see anything beyond the material.
DA: And that is why you ultimately fail.
DA: I do not need to know how to live my life from someone who can't without headphones.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: Do/\/t go there /\/\a/\/.
TP: \/\/hy do you ha\/e to go there.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: I'm sorry did I hurt your feelings?
DA: I was unaware you had any.
DA: You always seem to be under some sopor induced stupor.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: I a/\/\ /\/e\/er o/\/ that s***.
TP: At least I ca/\/ fucki/\/g sur\/i\/e 5 /\/\i/\/utes \/\/ithout eati/\/g.
TP: Youre a fatass, /\/\ars.
TP: I hope you die fro/\/\ choki/\/g o/\/ food.
TP: K/\/o\/\/i/\/g you though, youd probably /\/eed so/\/\ebody to fucki/\/g sho\/e a/\/ e/\/tire /\/\arkethi\/e do\/\/n your throat for that to happe/\/.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: I wish. Irregardless I hardly need to eat as much as I do.
DA: I don't need to indulge, unlike you. I simply choose to enjoy the bouquet of flavors that my class provides me.
DA: In addition atleast I am straight with people.
DA: You have a giant trollpod, something made by a major, highly capitalist company.
DA: It's even impinged on several of the few moral laws Her Imperial Condenscion set up.
DA: You FUND your foes.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: I /\/\ade that s***.
TP: So jokes o/\/ you because its ILLEGAL /\/\OTHERFUCKER.
TP: YEAH, U/\/DER...f*** I just told you I ha\/e a/\/ illegal ite/\/\ did/\/t I.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: Thanks for the confession.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: Oh yeah, \/\/ell re/\/\e/\/\ber that ti/\/\e you stole that food?
TP: I do.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: I do belive you have me mistake. I can buy YOU, their is no food in the market I CAN'T buy.
DA: I have no reason to steal anything.
DA: It would undermine my authority.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: You stole it fro/\/\ Szar.
TP: I thi/\/k...?
TP: Okay f*** /\/\a/\/ stop \/\/ith the ga/\/\es holy s***.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: I am not playing with you. I order that food. That reminds me, I need to cook all these Pigon Bacon before the new shipment comes in.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: 1 day I \/\/ill fucki/\/g poison your food.
TP: As re\/e/\/ge.
TP: Shitll be the /\/\ost beautiful har/\/\o/\/y I\/e e\/er heard.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: Dear god do you ever ceize with your communication?
DA: Just cause you surrond yourself in noise doesn't mean we share that sentiment.
DA: Your a disgrace for your caste and given that you can't survive five minutes in my turf that is quite a accomplishment.
DA: You think it will be harmonize to poison me?
DA: You honestly belive that your the first person to try that.
DA: Your as original as your knockoff trollpod.
DA: Only a million like you.
DA: Yet you still manage to lower the bar that any troll can expect to have.
DA: If this world had any miracles, it's that you manage to somehow not have your posteriour culled from existence like nature most likely intended.
DA: In fact I do belive that paradox space must be in blackroom with all of trollmanity for allowing the POSSIBLILITY of you contributing to the genepool
DA: But knowing you, your probbaly to stupid to figure out how that would even work.
DA: One day your going to keep prattling on about your stupid rebelness and you will find out that absolutley noone is listening.
DA: And that the only thing breaking the void of silence is your consistently flaping jaws.
DA: Because I will gladly cut out my tounge if it would render my ears incapable of function.
DA: If only if it will protect me from the plague of stupidity and bad taste that your music emits.
DA: And I bet you like Troll Hannah Montana.[/color][color="#000080"]
TP: f*** you that \/\/as a o/\/e ti/\/\e thi/\/g.
TP: O/\/E.
TP: FUCKI/\/G.
TP: TI/\/\E.
TP: THI/\/G.
TP: A/\/d I \/\/ould/\/t be so /\/ot-chill arou/\/d your sorry high class ass if it \/\/as/\/t for the fact that I K/\/O\/\/ either YOU or that \/e/\/tus kid are the reaso/\/ for /\/\y ha/\/dicap.
TP: Ho/\/estly you act so high class.
TP: But \/\/ho are you, exactly?
TP: A/\/other Troll of your caste. Out of like \/\/hat, a fe\/\/ thousa/\/d?
TP: Yet you i/\/sist youre special.
TP: You i/\/sist that e\/erybody has to act the sa/\/\e.
TP: I /\/\ea/\/ holy s*** /\/\a/\/ THI/\/K!
TP: Ha\/e you e\/e/\/ TRIED lo\/\/blood food?
TP: HA\/E YOU?
TP: Because I bet you ha\/e/\/t.
TP: Your uptight attitude is pre\/e/\/ti/\/g you fro/\/\ tryi/\/g that s***.
TP A/\/d if you ha\/e, youre a fucki/\/g a/\/\azi/\/g hypocrite.
TP: Other tha/\/ that, this is like the te/\/th argu/\/\e/\/t \/\/e\/e had today?
TP: s*** /\/\a/\/ this is u/\/healthy.[/color][color="#FF00FF"]
DA: If I wanted yo killed I would have nuked you a long time ago.
DA: The fact that I don't is a mystery known only to parado... wait...
DA: ... oh f*** no.[/color]
[DA] ceized trolling [TP]
[color="#000080"]TP: I do/\/t get it.[/color]
[/spoiler]
You were wrong. That was not a kerfuffle. That was a full scale donnybrook.

An... extremly eroitic donnybrook...

YOU REQUIRE COMFORT FOOD.

You deploy the number one comfort food in the world. Chocolate.

Most of your class says it's lowblood swill but you pretty much eat anything that is safe for consumption.

And on occasion, things that aren't.

Now you need to find a way to stop being so awkwardly turned on.
...yeah your in a pickle.

...mmm pickles.

Your hungry now.

Perspective shift>

You finally killed that f***ing T-rex.

You have won the title, Ice Ager.

You are so happy right now you can't imagine anyone being remotley upset right now.

...besides maybe the dead guy but f*** him, he raped Szaz.

Your pretty sure his ass is your territory.

Then again you consider your territory to streatch from here to Troll Alderaan.

[fenrir]

>Rohter: Get your husktop faster.

You also do that.

You open it up to seeeee...

HER messaging you. Lovely, just who you needed to talk to.

[spoiler=SHDSJKDHSJKDS]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: So, ugh, hey.
NF: I know we usually don't talk, yawn, but uhm.
NF: Did you get the files for the game?[/color]
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: wow you haven't been culled for sterility yet!
CM: that is super great news!
CM: i am so happy for you![/color]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: I swear to god I will personally bombard your Hive with various missiles with or without mass destruction.[/color]
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: isn't that the fishy guys thing!
CM: you know the nice one!
CM: oh nevermind you wouldnt know any nice ones cause you'd kill them first!
CM: cause your silly![/color]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: Or maybe, yawn, sane.
NF: Anyways do you have the game or not?[/color]
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: why would i have the game!
CM: ive been playing with my fans!
CM: with justice!
CM: so much f***ing justice!
CM: you have no idea!
CM: justice everywhere in this b****![/color]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: f*** you I'll just send you the thing anyways.[/color]
[nF] sends [cM] game.exe
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: yay!
CM: thank you!
CM: oh by the way!
CM: you want your thing back![/color]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: What, yaaawn, thing?[/color]
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: that thing that was on your head silly!
CM: you left it on the floor!
CM: you need to clean up once and a while!
CM: my place is always sparkly![/color]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: ...I swear to gog I'm going to hurt you.[/color]
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: ...why![/color]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: Because of the, ugh, horn incident.
NF: You know.[/color]
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: oh so it's a bluff!
CM: you have never bothered doing anything at all anymore!
CM: i bet you watch soaps now cause of how much nothing you do!
CM: oh! did you see the new episode of gregor lobotomy!
CM: i was like no way!
CM: but they were like waay!
CM: and i was like holy s***![/color]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: One day I will get off my lazy ass and finish this cannon.
NF: And I swear the first target it will have will be your Hive.[/color]
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: that's sweet!
CM: but days and sweeps are two different things![/color]
[color="#8B0000"]NF: Oh hush.[/color]
[color="#F5DEB3"]CM: ugh fiiiiiiiine![/color]
[/spoiler]

You hate her so much, and not in a platonic way. This is pure black HATE.

>Rohter: DESCEND TO HANGAR.

Fine.

You quickly take your husktop and yourself down to the hangar, which involves descending down a long flight of stairs that circle the cannon engine in the center, WHICH BY THE WAY, TAKES UP A LOT OF SPACE. Inside your hanger is quite a few FLYING MANEUVOROIDS. Some broken, others not.

[Proto]

Szaras: Reach the goddamn beach already.

You reach the goddamn beach, your lusus is panting heavily but who could blame him? A package this big would even make a f***ing Tyrannosaurus Rex cry for his mommy.

He needs shelter and fast, you're pretty sure that he won't life past a few more minutes, let alone have enough energy for a round trip.

You unbuckle him from the package, looks like you'll need help from one of your... friends? You were never quite sure what was up with this person.

[spoiler='hH/pC'][color="#00BFFF"]HH: Hey-Pirate-Girl! ^^[/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC: Pirrrate girl? Rrreally? What otherrr nicknames did ye come up with in yerrr sparrre time?[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"][color="#00BFFF"]HH: Um.... Well-I'm-not-sure-what-else-to-call-you..[/color][/color]
[color="#008000"]PC: My gog all I get is nicknames. Can't Korrrona do?[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: O--okay-uh-Korrrona[/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC:...Ye need help. Ye rrreally do.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Well-I'm-probably-gonna-be-nearby-your-hive!
HH: Gotta-drop-off-this-pigon-bacon-too-Marsuv.
HH: Seriously-who-eats-this-much?[/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC: Marrrsuv? The fat one? Well, the one that eats a lot?
PC: Ye must be carrrying a lot of s***, then.
PC: If I came off as a b**** beforrre, sorrry. Just a liiiittle annoyed at something.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Uh-no-it's-fine.
HH: Anyways-did-you-here-about-the-gaaaame?[/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC: Hippie a****** won't shut up about how he's going ta get the high scorrre and all of this musclebeast excretement.
PC: So yeah, I've hearrrd of it.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Well-do-you-mind-if-I-take-a-stay-at-your-hive? At-least-for-my-lusus-to-rest?
HH: Poor-guys-tired-as-can-be-I'm-not-even-sure-if-he-can-make-it. ) :[/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC: Hmm...
PC: Do ye have anything valuable on ye?[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Well-I'm-getting-a-shiny-totem-for-this.[/color]
PC: That's grrreat! I'll take it.
HH: Wait-you-can't-do-that! ) :
PC: Oh, I can't?
HH: That's-why-I-have-to-go-there-in-the-first-place!
PC: Oh well. I'll be glad to starrrt a funerrral forrr ye lusus.
HH: This-is-blackmail!
[color="#2E8B57"]PC: Morrre so ye paying the expenses forrr rrresting in my valuable hive.
PC: Plus, this was on such a shorrrt notice! It feels like yer using me![/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: B-but-I-hunted-a-giant-pigon-for-that-totem.. ;_;
HH: Plus-I-probably-won't-be-able-to-get-another-one.[/color]
PC: I won't be able to fit in a guest.
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: ....Fine-but-when-we-play-this-game-you-have-to-help-me![/color]
PC: With what, exactly? I'm not THAT good at gaming, kid.
PC: Go ask Zarrrkon orrr Ventus for help in that useless deparrrtment.
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Uh-well-from-what-I've-heard-it's-sorta-a-reality-game.
HH: Like-you-seriously-play-it-for-real.
HH: And-you're-good-with-fighting![/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC: ...Arrr therrre any tarrrgets involved?[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Uh-not-sure-if-teamkillings-allowed...[/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC: I meant like, tarrrget tarrrgets.
PC: Oh forrrget it.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Hey-maybe-we-can-all-play-this-game-at-your-place![/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC:...uhh...fine I guess?
PC: But I'm getting that totem.[/color]
[color="#00BFFF"]HH: Fine......[/color]
[color="#2E8B57"]PC: ALRRRIGHT THEN!
PC: Grrreat doing business with ye![/color]
[/spoiler]

>Commence angst: That rotten b****! You really don't know why she likes to use you like this.

Still your lusus needs some shelter and you need to deliver this package.

....You painstakingly pull the large cart up next to the ocean and wait for your aristofag friend to appear.

[Amethyst Phoenix]

> Felixe: Post Already

Huh? Wah?


You are terribly busy reading this absolutely adorable fanfiction. Two of your favorite characters are thrown together by extraordinary circumstances and must go on a quest in what is essentially their own spin-off. Along the way, their budding friendship blossoms into full on matespritship. Also sloppy makeouts. Many, many, [i]many[/i] mouth-to-mouth disorderly moist displays of flushed affection. It is utterly contrived, sappy, reeking of citrus fruit, and simply superb. Nobody must know. NOBODY. Only you and the Alternian dusk will know.


> Felixe: Synchronize your Fireworks to the more....Lemony Scenes' Action.

That is ridiculous and perverted and horrifying and profane and silly and you have already done that.


Luckily nobody could possibly catch on. You're absolutely certain that nobody else reads those fics. Except maybe.....


You jot down a note to refrain from using aforementioned synchronized routines around waterfalls. Just in case.




> Felixe: Stop Exploiting the joke mine that is your fanfiction obsession and do something badass already.


*Sigh* Very Well.


You retrieve your REVOLVING SNIPER RIFLE from your STRIFE SPECIBUS and take aim from the balcony.


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand you nonchalantly fire a shot that ricochets off of, among other things, five stone pillars, a tree, a random fountain, a rockplated salmon behemoth, a dead dinosaur's rocket launcher, and alternian royalty's titanium thong before finally hitting the bullseye on a wall in some pirate ship (breaking through a cannonball in midflight).


A veritable deluge of profanity erupts. It is so loud you can almost make it out from way up here.


> Felixe: Seek the earmuffs.


You have no idea what an ear is. Muff sounds like something vulgar. Whoever is inputting these commands sure is a pervert.

Instead you retrieve your fluffy auricular clotgaurds. They have the CUTESTKITTYPAWPRINTPATTERN on them. Aren't they just ADORAFUZZYEPITOME:3333 ?


> Felixe: TEA TIME

You begin heading to your fridge.


Obviously, this would be the perfect time for some moron to interrupt you quest for the most delicious of beverages via trollian.

[The Warden]

> Nexxen: Do something unbelievably epic

You would like do so, but unfortunately you are already doing something awesome, so the command is moot. Now, to further emphasize the awesomeness, you are going to swap now to the third person.

Nexxen leapt through the air towards an undead lusii. Whatever it was, it seemed to be some strange cowlike creature, if you knew what a cow was that is. With his Hexacalibur raised high, he swung down and severed the creature's head in two. The body flopped to the ground, the creature was finally redead.

You brush away the sweat on your brow; killing undead is always such a chore for you. But the occassional stop is worth being able to enjoy the sun's pleasant rays and avoiding run-ins with the hyper aggressive muscle beasts that move at night. You wipe your brow as you climb back onto your hive.

Your hive is rather awesome to be honest, as it moves. This makes it rather cottage like, but it's perfect for you. Granted, most of your blood level do live in fancier hives, but the cosiness and easy to transport part of your hive makes it all worthwhile. Course, it doesn't move on its own accord, that would be exceedingly silly; no, your hive is moved by your lusus, a very nice oxen-like creature who could pounce and unsuspecting troll and rip them limb from limb in five seconds flat, less if he was hungry.

He can be a bit of a grizzleguts sometimes, but he is one of your closest friends. Ah friends, you have many of them, whether they would consider themselves as such or not. You wonder if they're tyring to bother you right now, you don't know honestly, but your hubtop should make an unreasonably loud noise if they do.