-- plotHooked
[PH]
began pestering apatheticAbuser
[AA]
at 5:37 --
PH: The Exquisite Brutal Rumpus Extravaganza (or Exquisite?! brutal ??? rumpus e??xtravagan??za!, as Arethusa called it) was a disaster. If, by disaster, what we really mean is: exquisite brutal rumpustastic SUCCESS. The members of the other FLARP team, a almost bluer than teal but not quite blood and an apple green blood, who FLAR?ed under the names Lady Vilebite Poisontongue and Lord Sharptooth Cullconquerer, and although Lord Sharptooth Cullconquerer had MANY, MANY LEVELS, ultimately some BAD LUCK and the combined forces of the purple (indigo!) blood and the red (rust!) blood were more than a match for them. More or less. There may have been hiccups. But it's all over now: over, after an exciting series of near-death experiences!
PH: Of course, it's just a game. Nobody'd ever really kill someone in a FLAR? game. Or get really hurt. Right? Yeah, right. Of course not. Especially not a newb like Cymoth. Nobody was gunning for her at all! Nobody was focussing all their fire on her at allllllll! (Which is to say, yeah. She was pounded. Good thing she's so strong!)
PH: Either way, the other team has LEFT THE GAME, leaving Arethusa and Cymoth standing on a GRASSY (blood-splattered) plain under a fanciful sky.
AA: Cymoth nursed the bruised ribs, pained limbs and bruised carapace that had been so lovingly gifted to her by the enemy team, with a still eager smile on her face, marred only by the beginnings of a rust-red Black Eye.
AA: "hehe, guess i got pounded good didnt i." she laughed nervously
PH: Arethusa has a vast number of FLAR? ?ersonas. The one she used today is Breakday Bloodlace, which means her piratical boots are more piratical than ever, her coat is of the long, sweeping sort, with a high collar, lace at her wrists, and a somewhat saucy aristocratic lace-sheath-thing beneath, hooks dangling from their edge.
PH: And while Cymoth has rustred bruises blossoming around her eye and on other parts of her anatomy, Arethusa is flushed indigo from pleasure. She's an enthusiastic troll, especially when she is allowed to be violent. Not that she'd STOP herself from being violent, oh no. But it's not always done: sometimes it takes a lot of work.
PH: "AHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! Hee. Hee, Hee. Yes, you did get ?ounded a bit. When Shar?tooth threw his entire arsenal of Giant Musclebeast Figurines onto? of you, I feared you were com?letely done for! But!!!?!?! I ...
PH: ... belieeeeeeeeeve ...
PH: ... that you actually exceeded my ex?ectations. Good job, Cymoth!"
AA: Cymoth smiled even more broadly at the praise, wiping her face free of the grime and blood and licking a tongue over a loose tooth as she stood up to her full height and walked over beside her friend, wrapping her arms around her in an impromptu hug as the lowblood laughed happily.
AA: "im so happy to finally meet you!!!" she said, continuing to giggle as happy tears ran down her eyes
PH: Whoa. Cymoth's full height, including horns. Cymoth must be short for BEHEMOTH! Arethusa is, naturally, (too) secure in her own highblooded arrogance (and potential to subjuggulate the lowbloods; it is what highbloods do, after all, what makes them so dangerous: Violence is power), so although the outside OBSERVER might find their respective height differences amusing, Arethusa: well. Arethusa doesn't stop grinning, rather pleased with how Operation: Use Cymoth As A Distraction, Steal Sharptooth's Treasure to Sell Back To Vilebite while also Pummelling Vilebite turned out.
PH: "Awwwwwww >;) I'm ha??y to hear that you're ha??y to meet m -- urk!"
PH: Then ... Then the hugging. The hugging and the sudden inability to breathe! Arethusa pokes Cymoth with her TRUSTY ?EN, INKED IN THE BLOOD OF HER ENEMIES (and sometimes friends).
PH: "Cyyyyyyyyyymoth??????????????
PH: "Do you mrffphlemumblemumbl?????"
AA: "oh sorry!" Cymoth said, dropping her slightly-crushed moirail and biting at a knuckle, a worried expression on her face
AA: "i didnt squeeze too hard did i???"
AA: "god im such a dunce!"
PH: Arethusa does not particularly mind being dishevelled, so once she has been dropped ("OOF!"), she DOES NOT take a moment to straighten her coat. She looks annoyed for a second, and then grins: sharp. Before her eyebrows rise, and her eyes take on a luminous quality.
PH: "I -- I think. Oh no, Cymoth. You just killed me. I am actually dead, right now. You are talking to a dead girl. How does that make you feel?"
PH: "You didn't even kill me on ?ur?ose!"
PH: "I'm frankly rather insulted."
AA: "oh no!!! dont be dead arethusa. i wouldnt know what to do!!!"
AA: Red Tears well up in those lemon-yellow eyes, a look of infinite sadness on the giants face.
PH: Arethusa folds her arms. Her ex?ression is one of tolerance, barely achieved, with ?erha?s a touch of mischief. When is Arethusa NOT mischievous? When is the cry of the Greatworm of Arcane Bloodlore and the song of the TERRIFYING beasts in the Alternian forests not terrifying? The same time, that's when. Which is to say, pretty much almost never.
PH: "I don't want to be dead. If being dead is just watching your murderer wee? tears of filthy, tasteless rust, which cause runnels to a??ear in her cheeks and collect at the corners of her mouth and drip off her chin and make a huge mess, it's ?robably not as ?otentially interesting as you'd think. Although maybe it IS more interesting than you'd think, and there are ?lenty of mystic secrets to be discovered. >:("
PH: "Besides, >:) you'd ?robably find somebody else to ATTEM?T to ?ACIFY in your big dumb way ?retty quickly. You're ?retty nice, Cymoth. Too nice, really, but there are a lot of nice trolls out there to balance the highblooded ones. >:("
AA: "oh noooooo dont be like this!!! it was an accident i swear" the girl blubbered, tears in full flow as she held her palms to her cheeks in shock and dismay. "wont you ever forgive me???" Cymoth was completely distraught.
PH: Arethusa glances heavenward, then scritches the side of her temple with her pen. The wee?ing doesn't disturb her. She actually likes it. There are lots of things Arethusa likes. Some of the things Arethusa likes, well: part of her would prefer she didn't like, but she is who she is. She's pretty much accepted that.
PH: Still. This can't go on! If it does... Well, no. It just can't.
PH: "Cymoth. >:\ Look at me for a moment."
AA: The big troll complied, wiping her face clear of tears.
PH: "What do I look like?"
AA: "uhm...kinda short, wearing a silly outfit...i dont really know."
PH: Arethusa grins. She may be a lot of things, not all of them strictly complimentary, but she definitely doesn't get angry when people call her short. "Hee, Hee. Breakday Bloodlace's outfits are the best. Not as good as Carnage Whi?'s. THAT ?ersona has a whole SKIRT made of WHI?S with little hooks attached to the bottom, and a ?ower so that when she s?ins? DEATH by whi?lash! HA! The dancing's SO fun!!!"
PH: "But no, those details aren't the details I was looking for, Cy
PH: !"
PH: "Looooook..."
PH: Dramatic pause.
PH: "... again. What do I look like?"
AA: "uhm...a troll? i dont know what you want me to say!!!"
PH: ".... Cyyymoooooooth ... A?rrgh?. Fine. I su??ose I can just ?oint it out to you. Dead things. Ghosts. Do they breathe? Do they have anything to do with breath at all, actually? Besides stealing it from those they scare, that is. >;)"
AA: "oh!!! god im so stupid...i actually thought i crushed the life out of you and that youd hate me forever and then id have no friends at all!!!
AA: The beginnings of a smile prick up at the side of Cymoths mouth as she sits down and stares up at the sky, head held back and hair hanging free.
PH: ">:\ There aaaaaaare ?lenty of nice trolls around to befirend." Arethusa smiles, again! She isn't noted for her SHYNESS, after all. The more trolls one knows the more ?LOTS, er, PLOTS one can be part of! "You should befriend some more. That way, if life is ever crushed away, if FOREVER begins to seem COLORED by a HATRED that isn't BLACK, which is to say, boring old ?latonic hatred, then you'll have more ?eo?le to ?ester. ?Eester, ?lague, ?rovoke and delight!"
PH: "Just be..."
PH: "...Careful. You're kind of weak, you know?"
PH: Arethusa frowns for a moment. The expression: a contemplative one. Then, with a sideglance: "But you had fun?????????? RI?GHT??????????"
AA: "huh? i thought you said i was stro-well yeah i had fun!!! even if i got the stuffing knocked out of me it was pretty cool fighting alongside you instead of just talking online."
AA: "not that i dont mind talking online but ive sort of really wanted to meet you in person!!!"
PH: "You're STRONG," Arethusa says, flexing her arm in a Very Hey Check Out The Gunshow sort of way. "But also kind of weak. It's okay. Mostly, the first STRONGNESS will ?robably keep you safe."
PH: The indigo-blooded troll stops flexing, and says, grinning, "All the stuffing that got knocked out of you, you totally knocked out of THEM! Meeting you like this was nice."
PH: "But we should ?robably ...
PH: ... log out of this FLAR? session.
PH: I don't really think you're READY
PH: for any other enemies yet."
AA: "alright, ill go do that. uhm, do you think we could meet up some time outside of Flarp and just...talk or something?" Cymoth said, twirling a lock of hair around her fingers and looking embarassed
PH: "Oh!" Arethusa cants her head, with an air of consideration. "I... SU??ose that might be ?ossible! Of course it'll be ?ossible!!!!!! Well! As long as our Lusii are okay wi?th it! You live ?retty far away, don't you? Croc can be ?retty quick, when ... when she ... when she ... She's ?retty quick, so maybe it won't take too long to get to your hive."
AA: "that would be great but...my hive is so small and...dirty and id be super embarassed if you came around and...oh man im tripping over my own tongue here, how do you stand me???" Cymoth looked like she didn't know what to do with her hands, wringing them or rubbing at her arm or running them through her hair that hadnt been washed in a few days, as if she was suddenly intensely aware of her
AA: appearance
PH: "Hee, Hee. Don't WORRY so much! I mean, of course you should worry A LOT, but you don't need to worry SO much ... at least, not in THIS way ... around me! We're good, Cymoth. Now ... " Just like that, the physical representation/manifestation of Arethusa blinks out, leaving Cymoth alone on the field of battle. There is a wind, sweeping up over the fanciful mountains, and it howls like a vengeful spirit. Louder, now that Arethusa is gone. Louder, now that other players are contemplating using this particular FLAR? scenario. Cymoth hears the trollian ding as someone messages her. FLAR?ers are never without a way to contact their teammates!
AA: Cymoth made the journey back to her hive, and after bandaging her wounds and feeding her lusus, she sat down with a sketchpad in hand a piece of charcoal, drawing her only friend as she watched at her Trollian screen.
PH: "Hey, Cy. Really... that was not too shabby. More Exquisite Brutal Rum?us Action must occur! I'm going to go feed Croc. Bye!!!!!"
No comments:
Post a Comment