Tuluch went from staring slack jawed at his Ancestor's "note" to peeling his pounding head off the wall above the mantel. His vision was blurred and swaying from the impact of his face with the hard stone. He actually lost a chunk of life from it. He yanked himself off the wall that he was inexplicably stuck to like a cartoon character. This was, of course, a terrible idea, as he then found himself peeling his face from the stone of the floor instead. He managed to stand with some difficulty and moved slowly toward the couch, looking for something substantial to hold onto. He hadn't really noticed that he was totally deaf until his ears started to be able to function again. It was like a heavy blanket being lifted from his head; the emptiness was nearly palpable as it seemingly pulled away from his ears. "AH!" As silence left him, it was immediately replaced with an intense ringing that permeated his entire body. He could feel his heartbeat from his toes to the tips of his horns, and it felt like he was going to spit in two. He looked around to see devastation. Anything that was ever on a shelf was on the floor. Anything that had managed to survive this planet's dangers was now scattered across the floor. Nearly everything was broken, and he could barely walk without stepping on wreckage of some kind. He looked around in horror. Everything he owned. All of his possessions. "What… how did this… … … why…?" He was very clearly on the verge of tears. Much of what he had would be considered unnecessary junk to most, but he had spent his whole life building his collection. It was huge, varied, and incredibly expensive. He had just lost hundreds of thousands of earth dollars, and more than a decade's worth of… everything. Everything he had. Not only his collections… dishes, cabinets, his fridge (which had somehow managed to survive the crazy antics of entering in the first place), and-- "Oh… oh, no… I just can't… I can't deal with this!" Adorning the main hall where he entertained guests were four huge stained glass windows, each two stories tall and fifteen feet across. He had made them himself, years before entering the game and finding out about alchemizing. He had hand cut the glass, stained and painted it all, laid the metal framing, inlaid it all with real gold that had taken him nearly two years to get his hands on in such large quantities. Tuluch's legs gave out and he found himself on the floor again. All four windows were empty. He was sitting on them. And they were cutting his legs. He made no attempt to stand back up. He was just so… done. This had been the worst day of his entire life, without any doubt. He still felt horrible for Kyanos's loss, and his lateness in replying, his Lusus, the only parent he'd ever known- and a very overprotective one at that, had disappeared without even a single word to him, he'd managed to get himself lost in the woods for… he still wasn't sure how long, he just heard about the brutal death of one of the other players, he'd just learned that he was apparently related to some power hungry self righteous politician by direct bloodline, and now everything he owned was completely obliterated and he was sitting on a pile of more than two years of his own hand made work, bleeding and nearly deaf. As the ringing in his ears subsided, he started to sob. He heard something crash upstairs, and the frustrated, slightly glowing voice of his sprite. If voices could glow. He still wasn't really sure how that worked, but he swore up and down that he could hear it. His shoulders slumped a little at the sound. He couldn't possibly have any physical possessions left. Another sound rang through his hall directly after. It was a mix between a deep, wooden echoing sound, and the metallic sound of a Ring being collected. He felt some satisfaction in knowing that SOMEthing he had made had held up to… whatever it was that had… W4it… w4ht ex4Ctly DID ju5t h4ppen?! It took him a moment to fully comprehend what that particular sound actually meant. "THE DOOR?! I5… i5 5omeone 4Ctu4lly 4t my door?! HOW in…" He heaved a sigh to collect himself and slowly stood, ignoring the protest of his now bloodied legs. He glanced warily at the door. M4ybe… m4ybe thi5 i5 the guy who left th4t box on my door5tep. He better h4ve 5ome 4n5wer5… Tuluch straightened up and walked to the door, wincing at the sound of broken glass under each footstep as though it was his own hands shattering. He put his hand on the door handle and took yet another deep breath to try and regain some of his composure. He opened the door to find a young man - a human, wearing what looked like very expensive headphones, bobbing his head to a beat unheard by Tuluch. Tuluch, on the other hand, looked like someone had just put him in a blender and then threw him through a human church window. He hid his suspicion very well, as hiding his emotions had always been his strongest suit. Instead, he decided it'd be better to show his surprise at being visited - something that he'd had in the back of his mind since he got back to his hive in the first place. So, there he stood, his light blue blood coloring streaks as it dripped down his face and legs, the beginnings of a shiner of a bruise forming on his right eye, hands shaken, eyes still watery from crying. "Um… hi! Is there, uh, anything I can help you with…? How exactly, did you… I mean, I don't mean to seem rude, but I've GOT to know how you got here!"
Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 6:06 pm
==> Lohi: Alchemize the thing
Lohi spent several minutes, possibly a few hours, she lost track, working on different alchemization combinations and testing them out in the machine before it occurred to her to try to alchemize the Book and the Broken Clock together. As she was inputting the combination there was a sudden message in her Palshouter. She plopped down onto the floor and read the messages.
trappedGreenblood began shouting at yesterdaysScribbler
TG: --> hello? is anyone there? --> TG: --> I seem to be in a situation I don't understand. --> TG: --> I woke up in a strange golden room, and I have no idea how I got here, or who I am. --> TG: --> Please, be there. I really need someone to explain what's going on to me. --> Lohi considered this for a moment, not really sure what was going on, but somehow not in the least surprised that she was getting a message from a stranger.
...You and I are gonna have words later, narrative.
Mako wiped his forehead, more out of stress than any actual exertion. Ever since his ascension, the more basic abilities of his aspect were practically instinct by now. He finished disintegrating the bloody corpse-bits from the ground, and looked at what was now going to be his new home.
...He decided he could do with a lot less bones. He shook his head, still refraining from breathing in too deeply- he could still smell the stench of death, and such thoughts invariably led to the realization that he was most likely aspirating the corpse he had just vaporized.
...He hitched a scarf around his face, trying not to gag.
W3ll, sinc3 Danw3r is still appar3ntly AWOL, nothing for it but to wait. He started toward the rear of the room he found himself in, perhaps to look for something comfortable to relax in, when suddenly--
-- piratePhilosophy [PP] began pestering apogeeLycanthrope [AL] at 15:57 -- PP: @uickly! VVhat does one do when shot!
Uh?
AL: Uh? PP: VVait it made a link. VVut AL: Um, w3ll, first g3t th3 bull3t out PP: |)one! PP: /-|nyways yeah what does one do when they've been shot. AL: Th3n g3t a cloth and apply pr3ssur3 to th3 wound. PP: |v|hmm. AL: Rins3 it out w3ll, too. PP: VVellllll. PP: $alt water? AL: Might work. AL: Mayb3 boil it first. AL: St3riliz3. PP: | |ah it hurts, AL: Do you know how to mak3 a sutur3? PP: |)ots on it. AL: Oh, good. PP: | think. $he doesnt tell me anything. AL: Sh3 is an 3nigma, that on3. PP: |v|hmm. (ute as all hell though. /-|n heavy,' AL: W3ll. In non-b3ing-shot-r3lat3d n3ws, I think I finally cl3an3d out Cytryn's corps3 from my n3w Dw3lling Spir3. PP: | |ice! AL: ...Still sm3lls lik3 blood, a bit. PP: | suggest fire. AL: Fir3. AL: In a Dw3lling Spir3. PP: ()r candles or something. PP: |=ire. AL: Hm. Candl3s might work. AL: I think I still hav3 som3 on my ship. AL: I'd hav3 to find th3 ship first, though. PP: |v|hmm... |v|aybe you could print out some on paper and take out the paper or whatever? AL: That might work. PP: (,et root bear smelling ones! PP: +hose are the best. AL: Root b33r. B33n a whil3 sinc3 I had that. PP: |t's hard to taste it under water. AL: I imagin3 it would b3. PP: |=loats everywhere and s**t. PP: |v|akes the house all brown form it and stuff.
A thought suddenly struck Mako. He put the pirate troll on hold for a moment.
AL: Your kism3sis was just shot. AL: Thought you ought to know. SP: Thε fιrst bιt οf gοοd nεws Ι'vε hαd ιn α whιlε, Ι sυppοsε. SP: Wαιt, hοw? AL: I dunno. I assum3 it was non-fatally, though. AL: H3's th3 on3 who told m3 about it. SP: Ιt bεttεr bε, οr Ι'll kιll hιm. SP: Yου dοn't gο crοαkιng οn yουr Kιsmεsιs bεfοrε yου gεt tο bεαt εαch οthεr tο dεαth. SP: Ιt's cοnsιdεrεd ιmpοlιtε, yου sεε. AL: I imagin3 it would b3. SP: Prοbαbly dοεsn't wαnt mε tο glοαt. SP: DΑMN ΙT
...Okay. Time for some sharing of news with the other troll.
AL: Your kism3sis wants to know how you got shot. AL: Got him on th3 oth3r lin3. PP: ()h! | beat the game without his shrimpy a**. PP: u|ust copy paste that. PP: |t will make him be sooo pissed. AL: But you guys hav3n't won y3t. PP: $hhh AL: W3'r3 still h3r3, Bai. PP: $hhhh PP: | want to see his reaction. AL: W3ll, h3 just said "DAMN IT" about som3thing. AL: Most lik3ly unr3lat3d. PP: |v|hmm. PP: ()h and make sure you say some comment about how | am superior and more talented. PP: /-|lways makes him happy. AL: H3 won't b3li3v3 you won, I don't think. PP: VVelllll. AL: H3's a bit busy with his plan3t of ch3ss. PP: @ueen to b5 PP: VVow it makes a link. AL: Odd. PP: VVatch this! @|hateyou PP: |)amn. PP: VVhat PP: |)idnt work. AL: *shrug* PP: ()ne sec | have to send that a** a |_ink. AL: Kk PP: /-|nnnd | return! AL: W3lcom3 back. AL: How's th3 gunshot wound? PP: |)ecent. PP: $upposedly when you get shot youre supposed to bleed everywhere. AL: Y3ah, you want to g3t th3 bull3t out, or it'll g3t inf3ct3d. PP: |-|uman concerns. AL: Hm. PP: | |ow. /-|nyways. | have indeed confirmed that when shot you bleed a s**t ton. AL: Y3ah. PP: |_ike a metric ******** ton of life juice everywhere. AL: I'v3 b33n shot b3for3, I am awar3. AL: It's how I di3d th3 third tim3, actually. PP: VVelp good luck with that issue. AL: B3ing shot in th3 back isn't v3ry just or h3roic, I suppos3. PP: | understand everything you just said. AL: Oh good. Glad som3on3 do3s. PP: |v|hmm. PP: |_et me just understand youre human repeated death s**t. PP: ()h and let me get my care ppants. AL: W3ll, it's only r3p3at3d so long as I don't di3 h3roically or if I d3s3rv3 it. PP: /-|nd understand your emotions! PP: |-|ahahahahah! PP: | thiknk |'m delusional! AL: ...Bai, ar3 you drunk? PP: |3lood loss is weird man. AL: W3ll, y3ah. PP: '/ah start seeing s**t and s**t. AL: Wait, ar3 you still bl33ding? PP: | thiknk. PP: | only got shot a few minutes ago. AL: Dud3. G3t a bandag3 on that. PP: | did. AL: Okay. PP: |t's just when youre hit with a 73 claiber musket ball you lose a lot of stuff. AL: You los3 3v3n mor3 wh3n you g3t hit with a shotgun. PP: | ||(3! PP: ()h yeah nice! PP: |)uuuude! PP: $ounds awesome! AL: It... was not. PP: $arcasm doesnt work through chat. AL: No. It do3s not. PP: ()ne sec. AL: Holding.
To the non-pirate, then.
AL: H3's trying to t3ll m3 to t3ll you h3 won th3 gam3 alr3ady. AL: What ar3 you sw3aring about? SP: Sοrry, thαt wαsn't dιrctεd αt thε tοpιc αt hαnd jυst thιs FΥCKΙNG HΟRRΙBLΕ PΙΕCΕ ΟF SHΙT BΟΑRD GΑMΕ SP: Αnd Ι hιghly dουbt hε hαs wοn thε gαmε αlrεαdy. SP: Nοt ιf my οwn tυrmοιl ιs αny ιndιcαtιοn. AL: If h3 had, w3 wouldn't b3 h3r3. AL: I promis3 you that. SP: Αt lεαst ιt bεttεr nοt bε. AL: I know th3 m3chanics. W3 would all b3 at th3 Ultimat3 R3ward right now if h3'd b3at3n th3 King. SP: Thεrε's αn υltιmαtε rεwαrd αt thε εnd οf thιs nιghtmαrε? AL: So what's th3 issu3 with your ch3ss plan3t? SP: Ιt's α cοnvοlυtεd bοαrd gαmε plαnεt. AL: Uhuh. SP: Sεε, Ι hαvε tο crοss thιs dαmn vαllεy tο gεt tο whεrε thε Mαyοr wαnts mε tο gο. AL: Okay. SP: Οnly tο dο thιs, Ι nεεd tο bεαt thιs stυpιd bοαrd gαmε. SP: Thιs stυpιd bοαrd gαmε whεrε εvεry οthεr sqυαrε ιs sοmε fοrm οf "Gο bαck tο stαrt" SP: Οh gοοd, Ι gεt tο rοll αgαιn! AL: W3ll, damn. AL: That sounds irritating. SP: Lαndεd οn α clεαr spαcε. SP: Wιll mιrαclεs nεvεr cεαsε? AL: Okay, good. AL: Probably not. It's Sburb. SP: Αt lεαst yου'rε nοt α pυrplε blοοd. SP: Sαyιng sοmεthιng lιkε thαt wουld hαvε sεt thεm οff οn sοmε kιnd οf tαngεnt frοm whαt Ι hεαr. AL: Th3 miracl3 thing? SP: Yεs. AL: W3ll... th3r3 was a purpl3 blood h3r3. But h3 was kinda d3ad wh3n I got h3r3. AL: So th3r3's that. SP: Υh. AL: ? SP: Yου mεαn thε pυrplε blοοd whο wαs ιn ουr sεssιοn? AL: Um, y3ah. SP: Dαrn. AL: Y3ah, I g3t that. SP: Ι hαd αntιcιpαtεd sοmε clοwnιsh hιjιnks αt sοmε pοιnt. SP: Whιch αctυαlly prοbαbly ιsn't thε bεst thιng tο αntιcιpαtε, cοmε tο thιnk οf ιt. AL: W3ll, som3on3 hijinks3d th3 s**t outta him. AL: Lit3rally. Took for3v3r to cl3an that up. SP: Υh. SP: Shοld Ι αsk fοr spεcιfιcs οn hοw hε dιεd οr nο? AL: I don't 3v3n know th3 sp3cifics. If I had to wag3r a gu3ss, h3 swallow3d a bomb. AL: That's what it look3d lik3, anyway. SP: Α bοmb. AL: W3ll, h3 was kind of... 3v3rywh3r3. SP: Ι'll tαkε yουr wοrd fοr ιt... SP: Stιll, thαt ιs dιscοncεrtιng. AL: So 3ith3r som3on3 r3ally hat3d this guy- 3nough to 3visc3rat3 him horribly- or h3 swallow3d a fir3work. AL: Or thr33. SP: Hοw αnd why dιd yου fιnd thεm? AL: I crash3d on his plan3t. I call3d Danw3r. I w3nt to find th3 own3r of th3 plan3t. Own3r of th3 plan3t was d3ad. SP: Dοεs thαt mαkε yου dε-fαctο οwnεr οr sοmεthιng? SP: Οr hιs rεplαcεmεnt? AL: I think so. Dan said h3 was a Doom play3r, too. AL: So I should b3 abl3 to cl3ar up his qu3sts d3c3ntly 3nough. SP: Hm. SP: Sο thιs mεαns yου lαndεd sαfεly. AL: Saf3ly 3nough. Pr3tty sur3 th3 ship's total3d. AL: I n33d to go look at th3 wr3ckag3, s33 if I can't salvag3 my alch3my s3t. SP: Wεll, Ι'm sυrε thεrε mαy bε wαys αrουnd thαt.
There was a pause on both ends, as both of them seemed to be preoccupied. Probably with each other. Mako wisely decided to edge away from that particular train of thought. And then, there was a response.
SP: Bαιkαl jυst sυggεstεd thε dυmbεst thιng. SP: Ι αm gοιng tο try ιt αnywαy. AL: What is it. SP: Chεαt. AL: ...Could b3. SP: Nο. SP: Thαt dιdn't wοrk. SP: Ι υh... AL: I'm not sur3 if this is tru3, but from th3 sounds of things... AL: I think Baikal int3ntionally sabotag3d you.
And that was when Kyanos went offline. A sinking feeling filled Mako's gut.
Oh.
OH.
s**t.
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 1:08 pm
==>Mage: Quickly! See if the annoying pirate has anything to say!
Couldn't agree more, narrative.
PP: ()k good. |-|arrasing that krill always makes me happy~ AL: Krill? PP: '/eah. PP: $omehting worthless because of it's extreme number. AL: Mhm. PP: $o harmless that they are eaten in droves by giant usless sea creatures. PP: /-|wesome. | made the enemies have an advantage over him,.
...
Mako felt a feeling begin to churn within him. It was the same feeling he'd had when Nero had kidnapped Hannah and announced his "intentions" for her in timeline #2.
It was the same feeling he'd had looking at Henderson, dripping with J's blood, in #5.
It was the feeling he'd had when Simon betrayed them all at the height of their glory in #13.
It was the feeling he always got when he dealt with a potential PK.
To anyone watching him, he would have seemed calm. Anyone watching him, however, would have shuddered to see within the mind of the Mage of Doom at this moment. He very calmly picked up the conversation, measuring his words carefully.
AL: You just sabotag3d Kyanos, didn't you. PP: VVell. '/3s. PP: |t brings me enjoyment to know he is in a possibly shittier position than me.
And th3r3 go th3 last ling3ring thr3ads of my r3sp3ct for you, Baikal.
AL: ...You'r3 a d**k. PP: '/ou don't understand the half of it padawan. AL: Dud3, I'm gonna say this right now- you n33d Kyanos to win. AL: Not just him, but 3v3ryon3. AL: Sabotag3 lik3 that is just going to g3t you and 3v3ry oth3r play3r kill3d. AL: Th3 long3r this s3ssion tak3s, th3 hard3r it's going to g3t. PP: $abotage on that scale wont kill him. AL: It could. AL: With this gam3, it r3ally, r3ally could. AL: Trust m3. PP: '/ou don't know him nearly as much as | do. AL: I know this univ3rs3. PP: |)o you. AL: It's a colossal a** to 3v3ryon3 in it. PP: |)o you really. PP: +he real question is do you know the players. AL: I don't n33d to know th3 play3rs. I know the gam3. AL: The gam3 is m3ant to KILL you, dud3. Or try r3ally hard to. PP: +he essential pieces in this game. AL: W3ll, Kyanos just hung up. AL: Or som3thing. PP: /-|h. PP: VVell looks like the fighting finally got to him. PP: |=antastic.
That t3ars it.
AL: This is not a jok3, Baikal! AL: This isn't a gam3 in your usual s3ns3! AL: This gam3 will try its hard3st to KILL ALL OF YOU. PP: |'ve noticed after | lost a third of a pint of blood. AL: And y3t you still ar3 trying to g3t your hat3-boyfri3nd kill3d. PP: |t's part of the sado-masochistic relationship baby. AL: ...You'r3 a d**k.
He attempted to hang up, only to be interrupted once again. He forced himself to calm down before responding.
-- piratePhilosophy [PP] began pestering apogeeLycanthrope [AL] -- PP: |-|ey baaaaaby~ (ome back~ AL: Baikal. AL: I am going to say this onc3. PP: |v|hmm. AL: Stop trying to kill p3opl3. PP: '/ou got it boss. AL: B3caus3 if you don't, you b3com3 an obstacl3 to succ3ss. AL: And th3n I kill you. AL: Ar3 w3 cl3ar? PP: |*t'ygan /-|rthen rlex AL: Sorry for b3ing blunt. AL: But I'm having 3nough probl3ms with this gam3 alr3ady without thinking that som3on3's int3ntionally hind3ring it. AL: You und3rstand that, don't you? AL: Sigh, Dan's still not answ3ring. AL: I think I might just fly to my Gat3. AL: I'll call you lat3r. AL: And pl3as3, I know you hat3 th3 guy, but... try to g3t along. Ish. -- piratePhilosophy [PP] changed their mood to OFFLINE -- -- piratePhilosophy [PP] changed their mood to PROTECTIVE -- -- piratePhilosophy [PP] changed their mood to ACCEPTANT -- -- piratePhilosophy [PP] began pestering apogeeLycanthrope [AL] -- PP: |m back AL: Y3ah, w3ll, I gotta go. PP: |v|hmm. AL: Try not to b3 too much of a d**k, 'kay? AL: Talk to you lat3r. PP: $ee ya. -- apogeeLycanthrope [AL] ceased pestering piratePhilosophy [PP] --
Mako ran a hand through his hair, taking deep breaths that ultimately did nothing for his stress.
Gr3at. Bar3ly an hour into a n3w s3ssion, and I alr3ady want to kill som3on3. He decided to check in on the hopefully-not fallen Kyanos, just to ease his rage and sanity.
To his pleasant surprise, Kyanos' handle was online. He very calmly and collected--
-- apogeeLycanthrope [AL] began pestering silverPegasus [SP] -- AL: Oh pl3as3 God t3ll m3 you'r3 not d3ad and som3on3 has stol3n your laptop and this isn't r3ally you or som3thing lik3 that b3caus3 that would r3ally suck.
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