-- plotHooked
[PH]
began pestering aspirantExegesist
[AE]
at 2:32 --
PH: I'm in.
PH: The fiery kiss . . .
PH: . . . of devastation, meteor-style . . .
PH: . . . was not mine!
PH: Ha, ha!
PH: What, ?ray tell . . .
AE: {Arethusa! I never for a moment thought it would be otherwise.}
PH: . . . is it you had to deal with yourself? >:?
AE: {What?}
AE: {...Oh.}
AE: {Nothing, really. Nothing remotely interesting compared to what you have been through! Tell me of your entry, Arethusa! What did you prototype? What does your planet look like?}
AE: {Have you battled any imps yet? Or alchemised anything interesting?}
PH: ?sht. It hasn't been THAT . . .
PH: . . . harrowing.
PH: I didn't get a chance. . .
PH: . . . to finish reading that hel?ful walkthrough.
PH: Since Torent was already . . .
PH: . . . hel?ing . . .
PH: . . . a term I use loosely >:P . . .
PH: . . . me.
AE: {Oh dear.}
PH: And, hm.
PH: Well!
PH: Some of the monsters are . . . big.
PH: One might even say ginormous.
PH: Although that isn't a word.
AE: {It is an acceptable portmanteau.}
PH: ?erha?s GARGANTUM would be more a??ro?riate.
PH: Not all of them, but . . . some.
AE: {...That is not an acceptable portmanteau.}
PH: Torent threw Croc?o?'s head at me.
PH: You see.
PH: And it hit the kernels?rite.
PH: So.
AE: {Oh, I see...}
PH: And then I asked him to fix it.
PH: So . . .
PH: . . . he threw Cassanova Sea Majesty ?lush . . .
PH: WHICH I ONLY HAVE
PH: because it was a GIFT
PH: From someone
PH: . . . With a sense of humor.
PH: I did not make it myself.
PH: Or anything, because . . .
PH: I did not.
AE: {...}
PH: The ?oint is . . .
PH: That was also ?rototy?ed.
PH: >:)
AE: {Before or after you entered the Medium?}
PH: Before!!!
PH: >:( It did not make the s?rite any less . . .
PH: Not that it was horrifying, ?er se. Horrifying isn't a word I would use.
PH: I just . . . Blargh.
PH: The s?rite is annoying. Let us leave it at that.
PH: However! My ?lanet has taken all ?ossible levels of badassery. All of them. And it has used those levels . . .
PH: . . . to conquer all of gorgeousness. ALL OF IT. And then, once gorgeousness was its to have and hold. . .
PH: . . . it went on to claim victory of Awesome.
PH: That is to say, com?lete annhilation of all that is lacking in awesome, because all awesome is its.
PH: I think I like it here.
PH: Which is ?robably good, since -- my mountain is ?robably a smouldering ?it about now? >:\ Weird to think.
AE: {While you are wonderfully successful in conveying the EFFECT of your medium-world upon you, Arethusa, I am sad to say that my imagination needs a little more help.}
AE: {I would have to intuit from your description that it is full of rainbows and ships and shipping walls.}
PH: Hee, Hee. No, no. There are no shi??ing walls. There might be shi?s, but if there are, I have not es?ied any as yet.
PH: It's called the Land of Falls and Radiance.
PH: There are a number of cascades, and sudden dro?s, and ruins, and ruined stairs, and I think I see a tem?le or a factory or -- ?ossibly cliffs? in the distance.
PH: But the cascades fall forever.
PH: Lots of chasms. Some, a??arently bottomless. And fireflies, and stars, and it's very shadowy, except for ?ools of sudden luminousity.
PH: Actually, I think some of the cascades are light.
PH: But some are also shadow?
PH: And there are rainbows. Many!
PH: >:)
AE: {My goodness.}
AE: {That sounds...}
AE: {...Badass. >>:p }
AE: {I am sorry your Sprite is ... Not all you might have hoped.}
PH: That sound you think you're hearing?
PH: Of badassousity?
PH: Yeah. It exists now.
PH: >;)
PH: As for the s?rite, well.
PH: I didn't really know what I wanted to ?roty?e anyway.
PH: *?rototy?e.
PH: ...Do you know what YOU'RE going to ?rototy?e?
PH: And, Lamia.
PH: I have a serious question for you.
PH: Can you guess what it is? >:?
AE: {I do not know yet -- I have been giving it serious thought. Perhaps a book, but I am unsure.}
AE: {A serious question, succeeded by a >:p ? Goodness.}
AE: {Allow me to strain my thinkpan.}
AE: {...No, I am completely incapable of guessing. I apologise for my failure in this regard.}
PH: No, no. That was a ?. Not a ?!
PH: Er, a ?.
PH: Damn it.
PH: A P.
PH: Hee, Hee.
PH: I thought you'd choose a book. May I make a suggestion?
AE: {Certainly!}
PH: Do not choose a book that might have any information relevant to any of us, the ?layers.
PH: No need to give the game any more advantage!
PH: A book with false information might be good, though! >:) Something filled with deceit and misdirection!
AE: {*Lamia eyes her shelf of Arethusa-authored ships*}
AE: {*shudders, quietly*}
AE: {That is a very good idea. I shall consider it!}
AE: {What was your serious question?}
PH: Alternia. What is ha??ening? Is it all really being slaughtered?
AE: {Yes.}
AE: {I ... Do not know about what is happening elsewhere. Information is sparse. And I am fairly isolated.}
AE: {But I can smell the forest burning.}
AE: {I suspect I have a few hours yet before my hive's engulfment in flames is imminent.}
AE: {But worse than that, I... Have begun to hear whispers.}
AE: {They hurt my head.}
PH: Whis?ers? >:? Do you know what they are saying?
AE: {And I don't know if it is the sound of trolls dying being magnified by nearby psychics experiencing the trauma of their deaths, or some function of my mutant power, or something still more sinister.}
PH: I would normally be hesitant to heed mysterious . . . Hee, hee! Who am I kidding? Mysterious voices are ALWAYS voices to heed!
PH: Or at least, to ?ay attention to. Whether sim?le madness, and the ravings of one's own moonstruck ?syche, or something more eldritch . . .
AE: {They sound... This is ludicrous. They sound FISHY.}
PH: . . . whis?ers rarely disa??oint.
AE: {Like ...Glubbings.}
PH: What, like sus?ect characters?
PH: ?otential ?er?s?
PH: ...Glubbings.
AE: {No. Like actual creatures of the deep. Or how I imagine them to sound. I do not know. But, Arethusa, worse than that. }
PH: Oh fuck. You don't think it's . . . Her?
PH: That she's beginning to raise her voice???
AE: {>>:( }
PH: Is . . . hrm, who's the lowest blooded troll we both know? Cym? Is Cym okay, or Octavi, or . . . well, any of them?
AE: {I do not know if Cym would be affected, given her condition, but I have not heard from her in some time.}
AE: {Octavi...}
AE: {We were speaking yesterday. He left complaining of a headache.}
AE: {I felt fine at the time, and did not make the connection.}
AE: {I have not heard from him since.}
AE: {And further.}
AE: {That BLASTED CHILD.}
AE: {Has yet to install either Server or Client!}
PH: ?e?ster? Meh. Maybe he culled himself on accident.
PH: You know, tri??ed over a book, began sobbing because it wasn't nice mean . . .
PH: . . . tried to get u? . . .
PH: . . . tri??ed over his shoelaces . . .
PH: . . . fell out of his tree. . .
PH: . . . but was saved!
PH: By his jacket!
PH: Exce?t oh no HORROR!
PH: The collar . . . too tight!
PH: And oh, how it would CLING!
PH: What to do???? What to do????
PH: Choke to death.
PH: ?robably.
PH: If you are ?e?eir.
PH: >;)
AE: {You know, none of that is even a little implausible.}
PH: I never write im?lausible scenarios.
AE: {Oh goodness, I am seized by a FIT OF COUGHING! The smoke, it must be reaching me!}
PH: >:|
AE: {Hah. Arethusa, thank you. You have flipped my emotional switch from hate to pity again on Pepeir's behalf. Which is not to say that I prefer pity, but only that it is less taxing at present.}
AE: {He is endangering us all, for the sake of some absurd "training" which he refuses to put on hold for long enough to get Skylar in OR for me to get him in!}
PH: ...
PH: ...Haaaaaaate, eh?
PH: Well, well, well.
PH: And, hee. Just ha??en to mention casually to him that you think trolls who ?lay games are really cool.
PH: That, oh, heavens! A troll who started ?laying a game riiiight noooow...
PH: ... even dro??ing a very intense and serious training session in favor of ...
PH: ... recklessly ?laying a heroic game ...
PH: ... would be wow.
PH: Or whatever.
PH: I'm sure that'd get him to get a move on. >:)
AE: {I would rather pickle myself in the black tears bled from the corruption-weary eyes of fifty thousand imaginary occultists and feed myself to the Furthest Gods than pander to his ridiculous infatuation.}
AE: {Although I suppose the more appropriate preference to state would be to die in a fire.}
AE: {Since that is the more likely consequence of a failure to pander.}
PH: ?sht. Then just TELL him to do it. I highly doubt he'd refuse you.
PH: Much less fun the straightforward way, but...
AE: {I have already told him! It seems that this new persona he is attempting to adopt affects indifference to life-threatening situations.}
AE: {Bah. Perhaps he will come around.}
PH: It might be ?ossible to just cut him out of the chain.
AE: {True -- if he has not yet installed either game, and indeed, seems to forget that we are to be playing it, perhaps he can remain here and see how well his training avails him where the meteors and the Vast Glub are concerned.}
PH: How ruthless! >:)
AE: {Indeed. At this point I am completely out of ruth.}
AE: {Errour does not like the smoke.}
AE: {She is coiled in a corner of the hive, distressed.}
AE: {She keeps trying to coil me with her. She does not know what else to do.}
AE: {I have to keep singing her to sleep and then extricate myself without waking her or she begins to rattle and hiss and nothing calms her.}
PH: ?oor Errour.
PH: Hmm.
PH: I believe enough im?s have swarmed now to constitute a threat.
AE: {Have at them, Arethusa! Wreak many-coloured vengeance upon their monstrous persons!}
AE: {Make ink of their blood!}
PH: Alas, they don't have much blood.
PH: They turn into ?rizes as soon as they die, you see.
PH: Ah well.
PH: Later! >;)
AE: {Goodbye.}
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