OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Tue Mar 08, 2011 6:32 pm
Lygara: Roll Initiative.
- Spoiler:
- -- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
SP: I have been work-ing on a plan.
HH: Oh?
SP: And be-fore you ask, no this one should not get us in-to fur-ther dis-tress.
HH: Forrgive my skepticism, please.
HH: We just have a trrack rrecorrd.
SP: You have ev-er-y right to be war-y.
SP: I have made con-tact with the Guar-di-an.
HH: Parrdon?
HH: You did what?
SP: I spoke with the Guar-di-an.
HH: Parrdon my Trroll Frrench
HH: But why in the taint-chafing fuck would you everr be possessed to do such a foolish thing as antagonize ourr jailerr?
SP: He was act-u-al-ly quite calm, ver-y lit-tle an-tag-on-ism in-volved.
HH: I still don't underrstand why.
SP: Though I be-lieve Guil-la might have tak-en ad-van-tage of the con-nec-tion be-ing o-pen to have his own con-ver-sa-tion with him, so I can-not say for sure.
SP: But I di-gress.
HH: ...you allowed Guilla the opporrtunity to converrse with the Guarrdian.
HH: You allowed the one trroll whose temperr completely blocks all attempt at rrational action
HH: to speak with an omnipotent being.
SP: His aid was nec-es-sar-y. Track-ing and se-cur-ing the Guar-di-an's lo-ca-tion re-qui-red com-bined mas-ter-y of Space and Time.
HH: I suppose.
SP: That said, Vir-cen has se-cured the con-nec-tion for fu-ture use.
HH: I would strrongly advise you to destrroy that.
SP: Why?
HH: We arre playing with forrces beyond ourr ken, Ly.
HH: I fearr that furrtherr contact with this entity will only jeoparrdize ourr efforrts furrtherr. Which is saying something, considerring.
SP: He in-tends to op-er-ate by the reg-u-la-tions he has sta-ted.
HH: Yes.
SP: He does not wish to "pre-emp-tive-ly pass judge-ment up-on our group".
HH: We aid the humans, and he grrants us entrry. The instrructions werre clearr.
HH: Why did you feel the need to contact him?
SP: My or-i-gi-nal in-tent was to ne-go-ti-ate.'
SP: When he made it quite plain that such op-tions were not ac-ces-sa-ble, there was a short dis-cus-sion.
HH: You wished to barrterr with a god?
HH: Have you been sneaking soporr, woman?
SP: The worst that could hap-pen would be that he would say no.
HH: The worrst that could happen would be that he would entirrely call off the deal.
SP: For mere-ly speak-ing with him? I think you verge up-on par-a-noid, Sig-run.
HH: I know.
HH: My apologies.
SP: He was quite ci-vil and po-lite, a-side from con-tin-u-ing to re-fer to me as "cheat-er". E-ven that, he did on-ly once. All other times he re-ferred to me by name.
HH: I just fearr that everrything we do rruns the rrisk of going horrrribly awrry anymorre.
HH: I'm tirred, Ly.
SP: I un-der-stand.
SP: I had ques-tions. Ques-tions that on-ly he could an-swer. And, per-haps in-ten-tion-al-ly, he was wil-ling to speak and in a way did an-swer them.
SP: One be-ing simp-ly that I could not un-der-stand why our lives, our ex-ist-ance, would be so heav-il-y bar-tered on a ses-sion as flawed as the one in which our char-ges re-side.
HH: I see.
SP: I thought per-haps he had made a mis-take. Or a blind spot in his sight had ov-er-looked the a-no-mal-y. Fool-ish thoughts per-haps.
SP: But his re-plies have had me think-ing.
SP: He spoke of ab-er-ra-tions be-ing mis-in-ter-pre-ted as flaws. In his sight, the er-ror we per-cieve in the game our coun-ter-parts play is an ex-pec-ted and un-der-stood pro-gres-sion of e-vents.
HH: What.
SP: He ex-plained that he was quite a-ware of the si-tu-a-tion. He has been watch-ing, per-haps ex-pect-ed-ly.
SP: Do you re-al-ize what this means, Sig-run?
HH: Not rreally.
SP: If he is a-ware of the pre-sumed "er-ror" in the ses-sion up-on which our fate is based, our judge-ment was made with that ca-ve-at in mind.
SP: Which means that the hu-mans we have been en-trust-ed with are not doomed to fail-ure. There is still a chance!
HH: That is some small rrelief.
SP: We sim-ply need to dis-cern the ap-pro-pri-ate course of ac-tion. Which is what I have been spend-ing my fo-cus on for the past few hours.
HH: Has that not been ourr intent all along, though?
SP: Yes, pre-su-ma-bly.
HH: So nothing has changed?
SP: But we have been ob-ser-ving from a skewed view-point.
SP: In the stat-us of our in-pri-son-ment? No. The terms re-main as they were. Ne-go-ti-a-tion was not an op-tion.
SP: But.
SP: I be-lieve I have found an op-tion that may prove more use-ful.
HH: Have you?
SP: Yes. I be-lieve it is a task some-what de-signed to be op-er-a-ted by one of my pos-i-tion.
HH: What?
SP: A scratch.
HH: What?
SP: A gash in space-time. A breach. A rift.
HH: ~o_o~
SP: S-grub is ca-pa-ble of cre-a-ting them, for var-i-ous us-es.
SP: With the right meas-ure of skill and a-bil-i-ty, they can e-ven be di-rec-ted.
SP: To break o-pen the fa-bric of space-time in our ses-sion and o-pen up-on a spe-ci-fic space-time co-or-di-nate else-where.
HH: What prrecisely do you plan to do?
SP: We have been bar-red from the u-ni-verse we cre-a-ted.
HH: ...
SP: The In-ci-pi-sphere is not with-in the bounds of that u-ni-verse.
HH: Ly
HH: I believe this is the verry forrm of cheating of which we werre orriginally accused.
SP: No.
SP: It is not.
SP: There are two rea-sons for this.
HH: Is it not completely bypassing the task set beforre us?
SP: No.
SP: One, it is an op-er-a-tion de-fined with-in the game's per-a-me-ters. It has di-rect li-mi-ta-tions up-on its ac-ti-va-tion and re-qui-res the pro-per a-mount of skill and fo-cus, as well as the ap-pro-pri-ate per-son di-rec-ting its in-tent, to op-er-ate suc-cess-ful-ly.
SP: Two, we will not be by-pas-sing the task.
SP: The Guar-di-an sta-ted that our role was to sup-port his u-ni-verse's play-ers -as we see fit-.
SP: We by-passed the com-ple-tion of our game be-cause we did not par-ti-ci-pate at all.
SP: We can rec-ti-fy this by stand-ing at the sides of our coun-ter-parts when that same bat-tle comes for them, and fight-ing di-rect-ly.
HH: I see.
HH: That does make sense.
SP: It will take their aid to sta-bil-ize the co-or-di-nates in their u-ni-verse for the pro-per ex-it of the scratch.
HH: Howeverr, arre you cerrtain this will not backfirre? I doubt we will be lucky enough to merrit a thirrd chance.
SP: Else we could be cast in-to a ran-dom point in par-a-dox space.
SP: I doubt it as well.
SP: But this time, if we fail....
SP: We will die re-gard-less. At the hands of the Black King, Le-blanc, the ran-dom en-er-gy of par-a-dox space in the case of a botched co-or-di-nate, or the Guar-di-an.
HH: RRight.
HH: In that case, I supporrt you fully.
SP: Thank you.
HH: I should prreferr to face death as a warrrriorr rratherr than a cowarrd.
SP: This time, I must a-gree.
HH: You have my spearr.
SP: For now, we must con-vince the hu-mans to take time from their bat-tles with the War-ma-ker to as-sist us with the ar-range-ments. Pri-mar-il-y the Proc-tor and Scribe, but the oth-ers will be nec-es-sar-y.
SP: As will all of us.
SP: This will be a task that we -must- op-er-ate on as a co-he-sive u-nit.
HH: Agrreed.
SP: I am go-ing to be-gin ma-king pre-par-a-tions. I will have Guil-la a-long as his aid will be ne-ces-sar-y di-rect-ly. I trust you can ar-range things with the o-thers.
HH: Verry well.
SP: And Sig-run.
HH: Yes?
SP: Thank you.
HH: You'rre welcome.
-- spectralPsiren [SP] ceased trolling hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Tue Mar 08, 2011 9:15 pm
Shep: Sing
This is non-canon
- Spoiler:
- -- stoicShepherd [SS] began pestering amazonaReveille [AR] --
SS: I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
SS: We can do the tango just for two
AR: :o!
SS: I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
AR: Shep!!
SS: Be your valentino just for you
SS: Ooh love - ooh loverboy
SS: What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
SS: Set my alarm, turn on my charm
SS: That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy
AR: O_O
SS: Ooh let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster)
SS: Ooh ooh can you feel my love heat
SS: Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love
SS: And tell me how do you feel right after-all
SS: I'd like for you and I to go romancing
SS: Say the word - your wish is my command
SS: Ooh love - ooh loverboy
SS: What're you doin' tonight, hey boyWrite my letter
SS: Feel much better
SS: And use my fancy patter on the telephone
SS: When I'm not with you
SS: I think of you always
SS: (I miss those long hot summer nights)
SS: I miss you
SS: When I'm not with you
SS: Think of me always
SS: Love you - love you
SS: Hey boy where do you get it from
SS: Hey boy where did you go ?
SS: I learned my passion in the good old
SS: Fashioned school of loverboys
SS: Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely
SS: One two three four five six seven eight nine o' clock
SS: I will pay the bill, you taste the wine
SS: Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely
SS: Just take me back to yours that will be fine (Come on and get it)
SS: Ooh love, (There he goes again just like a good old-fashioned lover boy)
SS: Ooh loverboy
SS: What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
SS: Everything's all right
SS: Just hold on tight
SS: That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy
SS: We should do this karaoke night more often.
AR: Woooooooooow.
This is non-canon
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Wed Mar 09, 2011 11:05 pm
Shep: Answer
Shep: Answer
- Spoiler:
- -- taciturnMercenary [TM] began pestering stoicShepherd [SS] --
TM: Greetin85, Guardian.
SS: The same to you, Ms. Silexa.
TM: Hm, for some reason it would not seem right to impose my interests upon you. So I shall drop my habitual manner of typing for this and any future conversations we may have.
SS: If that is your wish, by all means.
TM: I do apologize if I happen to be intruding on any activities you may be engaging in.
SS: I assure you, it is nothing I cannot adequately attend to in time.
SS: I do, after all, have considerably more time than you.
TM: That is reassuring.
TM: I am sure you have a considerable advantage in that area over almost anyone.
SS: A reasonable assumption.
TM: Clearly a few of my allies have established a connection, but it is also my understanding that at least one of them has already contacted you.
SS: Perhaps.
TM: Perhaps?
SS: Yes.
TM: What is the purpose of answering in such a vague way?
SS: It falls not to me to freely disclose information simply because it is requested.
TM: Ah. I see.
TM: Very well; the answer to that question was not very important.
TM: However, I would like to apologize on the behalf of any of my fellows that may have caused you grief.
SS: No grief has been caused, but your apology is accepted nonetheless.
SS: I trust this was not the only reason you saw fit to contact me.
TM: No, however I am still unsure of how to phrase my sentences regarding another subject I wish to speak about with you.
SS: I see.
TM: Hm. Perhaps your omniscience could be of some assistance here, no? Used to simply bypass the need to state or enquire as you already know what I mean to say?
SS: Why would I do that?
SS: Has your session truly thought you nothing about the value of discovering answers for oneself?
TM: What an infuriatingly condescending response.
SS: Your exasperation is astonishingly predictable.
SS: It is your quest for easy answers that landed you in your current predicament, cheater.
TM: And you never cease to fail to surprise with your attitude.
SS: It seems you have learned something from your experiences, at least.
TM: The game offered a solution for its problem. It was not the obvious, pointed at solution, yet it was effective, all the same.
TM: Our game, in the end, was not flawed. It worked just fine.
TM: We did not break the game, in any way, to get what we wanted.
SS: Did you face your Dersian royalty?
SS: Or did you find a shortcut and bypass it?
TM: And yet we still completed the game.
SS: Improperly.
SS: This universe is my domain, and I will have none of your nonsense in it.
TM: You call me a "cheater" yet the rules of the game are firmly established, like with the flow of time, and stable time looops.
TM: Where breaking them results in death.
SS: You did not answer my question.
SS: Did you defeat your final challenge in combat?
TM: And you are biased in your judgment.
SS: As are you in yours.
SS: If this argument was your sole reason for contact, I would suggest you cut your losses and go.
TM: We did not prevent our own entry into the universe. You are barring the entry. Not because our session is invalid, but because our session was completed in a different, yet still valid, way.
SS: Your argument is nothing new.
SS: If it failed to sway me before, why would you think a second try would yield different results?
TM: I do not expect you to simply allow us entry because of this conversation. I could not be that arrogant if I tried my best.
TM: I simply do not undeerstand why you seem to expect a blind acceptance of your word as an objective good, when it only appears to be your own opinion.
SS: As this universe's Guardian, I have its best interests coded into my very being.
TM: Your answers continue to prove to be incredibly meaningless to me.
TM: But there is no pressing the matter, as it is obvious you will not budge, and you do not provide any insight at all.
TM: There is another subject where my curiosity wanders, though, and perhaps you can sate my curiosity?
SS: Ask away.
TM: What exactly is the body of a First Guardian like?
SS: I believe it varies from universe to universe.
TM: I have never seen one, nor do I have any idea of what such a thing would be. I am curious to know how it compares to the biology of other beings.
TM: Well by how much would it vary?
SS: I cannot say.
TM: Well that does seem like awfully inconvenient omniscience.
TM: You really have no idea of how different you are from other life forms?
SS: I cannot say.
TM: So then that is not perfect omniscience.
TM: Does this mean you lied, or were mistaken due to a lack of knowledge about the subject?
SS: I CANNOT SAY.
TM: So you are as unaware of the exact answer as I.
SS: I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY
TM: Hm, I wonder. Does this mean you foresaw your ignorance, or that you never expected this?
SS: I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY I CANNOT SAY
TM: I merely have an academic interest, you see. I have no malicious intentions.
TM: Please calm down.
SS: I CANNOT SAY
SS: I Cannot Say
SS: I cannot say
SS: I cannot
TM: It would not serve either of us to be hysterical at this point.
SS: Aha.
SS: Ahaha.
SS: Of course.
SS: Forgive me.
TM: Hm.
TM: If I do not?
SS: It is within your rights.
TM: Yes, perhaps I should hold your ignorance against you.
TM: Or simply refuse a courtesy based upon your demeanor.
TM: It could be poetic.
SS: If that is your wish.
TM: However, I think I stretched your omniscience thin, now.
TM: I might contact you again, I might not.
SS: I am aware.
TM: Farewell.
-- taciturnMercenary [TM] ceased pestering stoicShepherd [SS] --
Shep: Answer
- Spoiler:
- -- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering stoicShepherd [SS] --
HH: shep
HH: i know you're there
HH: stop dodging my messages
SS: I am always here.
HH: right
HH: that explains why you haven't answered me since we started the game
SS: I did not wish to be a distraction.
HH: right
HH: and us thinking you were dead wasn't a distraction
HH: good to know you've got our best interests at heart
SS: There is no need to get snippy, Eris.
HH: isn't there?
SS: Have I ever caused you harm?
HH: what if i said yes?
SS: In that case, I would ask you to please refresh my memory.
HH: how about we start with you lying to us from the start?
HH: but you already know that
HH: unless you're lying to everyone about omniscience, too
SS: I see.
HH: of course you do
HH: you see everything
HH: including the fact that i am not happy
SS: That's a shame.
HH: why
HH: why would you think lying to us was a good idea?
HH: that we'd never find out?
SS: The trolls told you, then.
HH: of course they did
HH: once we twigged that something was up, we pumped them for info
HH: and they weren't too ready to give that tidbit up
HH: so congrats, you bullied them good
HH: you must be proud
SS: I presume insulting me was not your sole reason for this conversation.
HH: course not
HH: originally, it was going to be making sure you were alive
HH: then i found out you're just fine and letting us stew
HH: gonna be honest, got the feeling you no longer gave a shit about us once we were in the game
HH: so i find this out after jumping through all sorts of hoops from a source i have no reason to think knows you
SS: I see.
HH: no, i don't think you do
HH: you sentenced them to death, shep
SS: They violated the way of the game.
HH: they did the same thing we do every time we play d&d
HH: you never once punished us for that
SS: The circumstances were vastly different.
HH: really
HH: cause i thought they were both games set up to have the world at stake
SS: One is entirely fictional.
HH: which makes it a good practice run for the real one
HH: so essentially, you trained us with d&d to think that plots can and should be bypassed
HH: explain to me how you can justify punishing them and not us
SS: You did not entirely ignore the mechanics of the game.
HH: um
HH: yes
HH: yes we did
SS: No.
SS: You ignored the basic plotline set before you. However, all of your actions worked within the mechanics of the game and were consistent with how the game should be played.
SS: What your friends the trolls did was enter the game and completely disregard the entirety of the game's rules of play.
SS: There is a difference.
HH: well i guess you need omniscience to see it
HH: cause i don't
SS: Eris. You will not sway me on this matter.
SS: They flagrantly violated the rules.
SS: I will not revoke my judgment.
HH: what about parole?
HH: you told them their lives depended on their helping us
HH: they did
HH: they have been
HH: i think they've earned it
SS: I will not be swayed.
SS: If that is all you have left to discuss, I suggest you return to your game.
HH: fine
HH: whatever
HH: can't believe i ever considered you a friend
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering stoicShepherd [SS] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Sun Mar 13, 2011 3:08 pm
Pre-Sburb memo!
- Spoiler:
- -- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
HH: i have a riddle for you.
PS: ♪♫ sup? ♪♫
HH: what is annoying, painful, and meant to be repeatedly dropped on people's heads?
PS: ♪♫ fur♭y ♪♫
HH: sis' hints about looking at colleges
PS: ♪♫ my answer was funnier ♪♫
HH: permission to booby trap the living room
PS: ♪♫ granted ♭ut spare the tv ♪♫
HH: heh
HH: don't see the big deal about this stuff, really
HH: it's 10th grade
HH: worry later, right?
PS: ♪♫ thats my plan ♪♫
HH: i don't get why she's so worked up about this
HH: i mean, drake isn't hounding you, is he?
PS: ♪♫ not really ♪♫
HH: trade me for the love of sanity
PS: ♪♫ he mentioned it once, and all it was was something a♭out checking we♭sites for loans ♪♫
HH: oh god loans
PS: ♪♫ and i was like sure whatever dude ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ and he was like cool im going ♭ack to ♭urning stuff ♪♫
HH: so jealous
HH: can i have your family
HH: i told sis sure whatever
HH: but she took away the laptop and registered me on some scholarship site
PS: ♪♫ damn ♪♫
HH: and then gave it back and told me to look through
HH: so then i swapped the loveseat slipcover for that star trek blanket
HH: and moved all her knick knacks an inch to the left
PS: ♪♫ whats a slipcover ♪♫
HH: threw off all the feng shui =D
HH: fancy blanket thingy
PS: ♪♫ they have words for that ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ sounds wasteful to em ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ *me ♪♫
HH: yep
HH: you don't argue about design here
HH: not if you want to have functional ears at the end of the day
PS: ♪♫ im guessing your sis isnt the kind who just throws down and says ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ screw this were settling this mano a mano strife time ♪♫
HH: depends
HH: if she's busy, no
HH: if she's got free time, yes
HH: but she's been starting strifes less since i've gotten better at making bombs
HH: last time, she went on a rant about how she can't afford to keep repainting the walls because of her loans
HH: i think
HH: i tuned out
PS: ♪♫ see ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ thats the thing ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ have you seen the kind of financial situation i live in? ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ its scholarship or ♭ust here ♪♫
HH: yeah, you've mentioned that
HH: i'm sure you'll get something
PS: ♪♫ and i mean ♪♫
HH: i'll probably try for a few here, too
PS: ♪♫ its not like you need college ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i mean look at shep ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hes a freaking genius ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ says he never went to college ♪♫
HH: shep's an older dude who hangs out with younger kids all the time
HH: won't tell us how old, either
PS: ♪♫ still not the point ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hes got a decent jo♭, makes a good living, and hes happy ♪♫
HH: you seen the kind of armor he approved for us? creeeeepy
PS: ♪♫ thats what really matters right ♪♫
HH: what is his job?
PS: ♪♫ says he does security ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ and that he wasnt allowed to tell me more than that ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i think that last part was him fucking with my head though ♪♫
HH: yeah, sounds like a joke
HH: makes him sound like james bond
PS: ♪♫ and now i have that song in my ehad ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ *head ♪♫
HH: heh
HH: speaking of that
HH: you're gonna go into music, right?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i mean what else would i do its not like theres a professional mar♭le circuit ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ dont answer that ♪♫
HH: major in philosophy?
PS: ♪♫ me ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ philosophy ♪♫
HH: all you need to do is grow a beard
HH: ev
HH: anyone
HH: can do philosophy
HH: it's code for unemployed
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ only if youre paid for it ♪♫
HH: oh sure, there are jobs for philosophy majors
HH: they work with english and art majors
HH: at starbucks
PS: ♪♫ ♭luh ♪♫
HH: yeah, i'm not helping, am i?
PS: ♪♫ yeah i think im gonna stick with my music plan ♪♫
HH: heh
HH: betcha my plan's an easy guess
PS: ♪♫ chem? ♪♫
HH: oh yeah
HH: get chem degree, get job in pyrotechnics
HH: or demolitions
PS: ♪♫ sounds like a plan to me ♪♫
HH: what, no running in terror?
HH: sis was giving me pamphlets for other programs
PS: ♪♫ i live with drake ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ your argument is invalid ♪♫
HH: haha
HH: and then she got even madder at me when i told her my other plan
PS: ♪♫ which was ♪♫
HH: join the military
HH: they pay for school
PS: ♪♫ and you get to ♭low stuff up there too ♪♫
HH: purely a side effect
PS: ♪♫ well hell its not like youre going in ♭lind ♪♫
HH: but can you imagine someone willingly giving me a gun? =P
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut yeah if you go military just ♭ug shea to answer all your sisters questions ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭et she knows everything ♪♫
HH: yeah, i can see that going well
HH: shea, what's the probability eris'll get herself killed?
HH: and then she has a total shutdown
PS: ♪♫ is that seriously what shell ask? ♪♫
HH: probably
HH: either me or someone else
PS: ♪♫ and i thought your paladin lacked su♭tlety ♪♫
HH: i might have been testing out a new mix right before i told her
HH: oh, we got new kitchen windows
PS: ♪♫ old ones are in teh ♭ack yard? ♪♫
HH: evan
HH: are you serious?
PS: ♪♫ is your kitchen on the other end of the house? I had to guess ♪♫
HH: it was a lot stronger than that, they're partially in mrs. foster's yard
PS: ♪♫ oh nice ♪♫
HH: i know, right?
HH: sis doesn't share your appreciation of my art
HH: it was a nice pretty green one, too
HH: got it do do the nike swoop =D
PS: ♪♫ hahah ♪♫
HH: my problem's gonna be explaining that to schools
PS: ♪♫ you really should take those to like a fair or something ♪♫
HH: i mean, i know "i enjoy making explosives" can't go on the app
PS: ♪♫ you gotta show off a ♭it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut in a controlled pu♭lic setting ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ win a few awards and stuff ♪♫
HH: maybe i'll start putting them on youtube
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
HH: though i should probably start writing down my recipes
PS: ♪♫ yeah thats a start ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i should pro♭a♭ly do the same actually ♪♫
HH: blow shit up?
HH: drake'll be thrilled
PS: ♪♫ start actually notating the songs i make ♪♫
HH: ah
PS: ♪♫ drake ♭lows up enough for ♭oth of us ♪♫
HH: yeah, kinda surprised you haven't written those down
PS: ♪♫ too much work ♪♫
HH: i mean, i don't write mine down cause i don't always expect em to work
HH: you are such a lazy sob, ev
PS: ♪♫ im a genius im allowed to ♭e lazy ♪♫
HH: genius, huh?
HH: in that case, got a question
PS: ♪♫ wile e coyote certified ♪♫
HH: gee brain, what're we gonna do tonight?
PS: ♪♫ the same thing we do every night pinky ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ try to take over the world ♪♫
HH: yesss
PS: ♪♫ dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun ♪♫
HH: actually
HH: wile e used explosives
HH: sooo
HH: just saying
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
HH: god
HH: why are we even talking about this?
HH: we've got a few years
PS: ♪♫ i figured you were getting hounded and needed to vent ♪♫
HH: well, yeah
HH: but with sis, i always need to vent
HH: usually it gets diverted =P
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
HH: i'm glad the game's tonight
HH: i need to smite some bitches
PS: ♪♫ i think were still stuck in the swamp though ♪♫
HH: then the crocodiles will be smote
PS: ♪♫ which i swear shep is doing specifically ♭ecause it makes half the party useless ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ plants are neutral and cant ♭e smited and have no organs to sta♭ ♪♫
HH: crocodiles are not plants
HH: did you take an INT penalty?
PS: ♪♫ watch ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ there will ♭e no crocodiles ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just sham♭lers and assassin vines ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just watch ♪♫
HH: will there be mosquitoes?
PS: ♪♫ pro♭a♭ly ♭ut they wont involve com♭at more than likely ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ "you are harassed ♭y mosquitoes" is pro♭a♭ly all well get a♭out them ♪♫
HH: you really think shep'll pass up the chance to give me malaria?
PS: ♪♫ youre a paladin ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ youre immune to disease ♪♫
HH: i think he's still mad that i got our guide arrested
HH: it's shep
HH: he wants me to suffer, he'll find a way to make it so
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♭y giving it to the rest of us, you only get one remove disease per week and shea cant cast it yet ♪♫
HH: then i hope the bard gets it
PS: ♪♫ me i have ironguts potions and i will ♭e drowning myself in them ♪♫
HH: make your saving throw against choking
PS: ♪♫ goddammit ♪♫
HH: he's pulled it before
HH: remember when matt's guy insulted the npc farmer we were staying with
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: cannot believe we had to waste a healing spell because of corn on the cob
PS: ♪♫ i offered an alternative method ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ not my fault youre lg ♪♫
HH: if this keeps up, i've got no problem falling
PS: ♪♫ sweet evil party ♪♫
HH: indeed
PS: ♪♫ i dont think shep will let us tho, hell pro♭a♭ly just make you re♭uild into a LN fighter ♪♫
HH: and then i'll kill another paladin for their shiny armor, put it on, and no one will know i've fallen
HH: how do you think shep would react if i claimed my deity told me it was my time to die
HH: and so i just sit down in the swamp?
PS: ♪♫ "as the dm i am playing your deity and your deity says get off your keister" ♪♫
HH: i become agnostic
HH: or can't, the swamp has quicksand
PS: ♪♫ "whos the dm here" ♪♫
HH: also, i don't think the word keister shows up in the holy text
PS: ♪♫ well shep has that thing where the good gods dont swear ♪♫
HH: good for the good gods
PS: ♪♫ glow for the glow throne ♪♫
HH: heh
PS: ♪♫ cant pass a setup like that ♪♫
HH: i hope we get out of the swamp tonight
PS: ♪♫ ditto ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ if were stuck here until we level, screw it im taking a level of ranger ♪♫
HH: if we're stuck till we level, i'm pretty close
PS: ♪♫ well well see ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ im gonna gra♭ some food ♭efore the session ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ see ya there ♪♫
HH: later
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Tue Mar 15, 2011 1:50 am
Pre-Sburb log. Matt and Eris first meeting.
- Spoiler:
- -- facelessSchemer [FS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
FS: Hey there!
HH: hi
FS: My name's Matt
HH: um
HH: have we met?
HH: ok that would be a no
FS: Yeah, sorry
HH: well, nice to meet you, matt
HH: i'm eris
FS: Nice to meet you, Eris!
HH: mind if i ask how you got my chumhandle?
FS: A friend of mine sent it
HH: uh
FS: And told me to ask you if you would like to join a game we had
HH: oh
HH: what kind of game?
FS: I think it was called D&D
HH: oh
HH: is that all?
HH: sure
FS: Awesome! :D
HH: been kinda wanting to try that out, actually
FS: It's supposed to be really fun
FS: I've never played it myself though
HH: yeah, neither have i
HH: so
HH: what kind of stuff are you into besides games?
FS: Umm, writing stories mostly
FS: And puzzles
FS: What about you?
HH: stories, huh?
HH: photography, partly
HH: i like taking pictures at the fireworks shows
FS: That sounds really cool!
FS: Have you ever made your own fireworks?
HH: no, i haven't
HH: i don't think my sis would let me, and it seems like it would be a little dangerous
FS: That's lame
FS: I bet it would be really cool
HH: i mean, i've read about it when i need a break from my other reading, but i dunno how it would work out
HH: oh, it probably would
HH: you really think it's something i should try?
FS: It's worth a shot
FS: My grandpa always says you should try something at least once
HH: maybe i'll look into it then =)
HH: if it doesn't work, i'll back away from it
FS: Yeah!
FS: I'd like to see some pictures if you do
HH: sure thing
HH: i guess i should start thinking about a character
FS: Yeah, I'll need one too
FS: But I have no idea where to start -_-
HH: hmmm
HH: you prefer using a weapon or magic stuff?
FS: I think someone who fights at a distance would be good
FS: Like my chumhandle, a figure in the shadows who guides things along
HH: you might want one of the magic classes then...like a wizard or a druid or something
FS: Druid sounds cool!
FS: I'll totally be the best druid ever!
HH: heh
FS: By the way, what's a druid?
HH: ...
HH: nature magician
FS: :O
FS: So I could make trees attack people and stuff???
HH: i guess so
HH: i was thinking i might go with a ranger or something, but the real fun will be in setting a personality
FS: Rangers can shoot arrows and stuff, right?
HH: yep
FS: Hah! I got one right!
HH: ha
HH: hey, i should probably go
HH: my sister signed me up for some thing at the library
HH: so i've gotta go to that
FS: What sort of thing?
HH: i call it day care
HH: she calls it reading and arts and crafts
FS: XD
FS: Well, I'll let you go then
HH: i'll show her though
HH: i will read nothing she'll see as educational
HH: maybe the scifis would be a good place to start
FS: Science fiction? Ehhh...
HH: not a fan?
FS: Not really
HH: i've never really been much of a reader, so i don't know
FS: I've just always preferred fantasy
HH: but i am pretty sure that she's gonna want me to read stuff about kids outsmarting bullies, not soldiers shooting aliens
FS: Fight the power!
HH: indeed
FS: Don't let anyone boss you around!
HH: =)
HH: i'll remember that
HH: i just wish she wouldn't obsess over how i spend my time so much
FS: Well what do your parents think about what you do?
HH: i think they mostly think about how many earthworms are crawling around the graveyard
FS: Huh?
HH: i never knew them
FS: Oh
FS: Oh, I'm sorry
HH: why, did you do it? =O
HH: you had no way of knowing, and it was a long time ago
HH: don't worry about it
HH: kinda hard to miss people you don't remember
FS: I know what you mean
FS: I never knew my parents either
HH: orphan five!
FS: Yeah!
-- facelessSchemer [FS] high-fives hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
HH: heh
FS: But yeah, if that's the case
FS: Then I think your sis just cares about you
HH: oh i know
HH: i just wish she'd actually let me pick what i did once in a while
FS: Have you talked to her about that?
HH: i don't think she gets that i'm not her and have different interests
HH: i don't think it'd work
FS: You can always try
HH: maybe
FS: I think she just wants what's best for you
HH: ah crap
FS: What?
HH: apparently i am now running late
HH: it was really nice to meet you, but i've gotta go
FS: It was great talking to you, Eris!
HH: bye, matt!
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon Mar 21, 2011 12:44 am
Due to some slight changes in plans, a redone log
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
You guys remember when we were worried about having a troll pull a Gamzee?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
- Spoiler:
HH: are you there
HH: please be there no one else is
FS: ~Well look who's back
HH: where is everyone
HH: oh thank god
HH: i need to talk to someone
FS: ~Are you ready to start listening to orders?
HH: what
HH: this
HH: god, how can i even
HH: how can you still treat this like a game
FS: ~Because that's what it is
HH: no
HH: no it isn't
HH: not anymore
FS: ~You all seem to misunderstand exactly what we're doing here
HH: probably never was
HH: god...
FS: ~Eris, you have let those trolls taint your mind
HH: what?
HH: how do the trolls have anything to
HH: just
FS: ~Oh just admit it
FS: ~You fools would rather be listening to them than your leader
HH: matt i just fucking need someone to talk to
HH: i don't know what to do
FS: ~Fine, tell me your situation and I will instruct you
HH: fucking hell
FS: ~Like a leader should
HH: it's
HH: it's sis
HH: never seen so much blood
FS: ~What do you mean?
HH: sis is dead
HH: i
FS: ~What?
HH: i just
FS: ~How can that be?
HH: i don't know
HH: i don't know what could've
HH: her head's gone, matt
FS: ~I see...
HH: what am i supposed to do
HH: she
FS: ~You have my sympathies
HH: she's my only family
HH: and
HH: god, the last time i actually saw her was probably that strife
HH: i fucking shot at her
HH: and
HH: just
HH: shit
HH: how can this happen
FS: ~Eris, I need you to listen to me
HH: how cann this be a game
HH: i
FS: ~I need you to get a hold of yourself
FS: ~And defeat the opponent that the game has provided for you
HH: what, death?
HH: there is no fucking opponent here
FS: ~Then we'll be able to fix things
HH: just a decapitated corpse
HH: i don't know who did this
FS: ~Yes there is, every level has a boss
HH: ...
HH: you can't bring back the dead
FS: ~Eris, do you even believe for a second that any of this is really happening?
FS: ~The whole "apocalypse" and everything?
HH: i'm staring at her fucking corpse
HH: pretty sure
FS: ~This is a game built to test us
HH: it
HH: is not
HH: a game
HH: i can't handle this
HH: god
FS: ~Look, I put the goddamn disc in my computer, I installed it, and now I am playing it
FS: ~This is either a game, or reality has fallen apart
FS: ~So get your goddamn head together and work through this
HH: i can't
FS: ~Why not?
HH: i can't
HH: i just can't
FS: ~All right
FS: ~I get it
FS: ~You guys don't want to do this, fine
FS: ~Go ahead and sit back
FS: ~I'm sure you'll be fine, it's not like this game would punish those who refuse to play by its rules
FS: ~In fact, maybe that's what happened
FS: ~Eris, I know how your sister died
FS: ~She died because you couldn't follow some simple commands
FS: ~The game probably decided to up the stakes
FS: ~Make you listen
FS: ~In other words, she's dead because of you
HH: what?
HH: that
FS: ~Because you and everyone else in this goddamn place would rather play with trolls than actually beat the fucking game
HH: ...
HH: heh
HH: heheh
FS: ~What's so funny?
HH: you know
HH: i do believe
HH: that you
HH: are absolutely
HH: right
HH: heh
FS: ~Of course I am
HH: a game
FS: ~Shep made me the leader for a reason
HH: it's allllllll a game
HH: a vast and complicated
HH: fun
HH: fun
HH: fun
HH: game
FS: ~That's right
HH: and nothing
HH: that we do
HH: will ever
HH: evereverever
HH: have consequences
HH: riiiiiiight?
HH: it's alllllllllllllll a fuckin joke
FS: ~The only consequence comes from not doing anything
HH: and you know what?
HH: matt
HH: matt
HH: i like the joke
HH: i
HH: am
HH: laughing
HH: ha
HH: haha
HH: ahahahaha
FS: ~Eris, calm down
HH: oh, i am calm
FS: ~You're being weird
HH: =)
HH: sooooo calm
HH: because you see
HH: everything
HH: is
HH: so
HH: clear
FS: ~That's...good?
HH: is it clear to you?
HH: can you
HH: see
HH: what i see
FS: ~Maybe?
HH: it's a game
FS: ~I'm not sure what you mean
HH: all the world's a game
HH: and we merely players
HH: i need to win the game
HH: i
HH: just i
HH: just meeeee
HH: which means
HH: i need
HH: to
HH: stop everything
HH: that stops me
HH: cause that's how games work
FS: ~Well, yes
HH: nothing can stand in the way of victory
HH: nothing
HH: heh
FS: ~Eris
HH: mmyes
FS: ~Are you okay?
HH: ofcourse
FS: ~Look, I might have been a little too harsh
HH: nonononononotatall
HH: i see now
HH: the game is all there is
FS: ~If you want to take a break, that's fine
HH: just
HH: the game
HH: right?
HH: RIGHT?
FS: ~I
FS: ~I don't know
HH: =)
HH: i see
HH: well
HH: i thought
HH: about what you said
HH: either a game or reality is breaking
HH: so
HH: the game must
HH: be broken
HH: to fix reality
HH: i accept my orders, leader
HH: i will break it
FS: ~Break it?
HH: yes
HH: it will be
HH: spectacular
FS: ~Look Eris, you're obviously not feeling well
HH: are
HH: are you telling me to stop?
FS: ~And with what you've just seen
FS: ~Just lie down for a bit okay?
HH: i see
HH: so you mean to impede me
HH: well
HH: then
HH: i guess
HH: i can't
HH: have
HH: thaaaat
FS: ~Eris please
HH: i guess
HH: i'll
HH: just
HH: have to
HH: eliminate
HH: you
FS: ~What?
HH: where are you, maaaaaaatt
FS: ~Eris that won't solve anything
FS: Eris just
HH: haha
HH: ahahahahahaha
FS: Just listen to me
FS: I'm sorry okay?
HH: what for?
FS: You can stop playing around now
HH: it all makes sense now
HH: i'll see you soon
HH: =)
You guys remember when we were worried about having a troll pull a Gamzee?
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:50 am
O_O
Is "Eris goes on strike" going to become "Eris completely snaps and hunts the rest of the players (or at least Matt) for a while"?
Is "Eris goes on strike" going to become "Eris completely snaps and hunts the rest of the players (or at least Matt) for a while"?
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:02 am
Possibly. And it's given me a few ideas to make the situation worse.
Honestly, psycho Eris is more fun to write than I thought she'd be. And what dawned on me after I'd posted the log...not long before this happens, she starts to come into her Season powers - the spider-sense. So you've got an unhinged pyromaniac psychopath with really good survival instincts.
So yeah, we're definitely going to need to redo that infodump with Lygara.
Honestly, psycho Eris is more fun to write than I thought she'd be. And what dawned on me after I'd posted the log...not long before this happens, she starts to come into her Season powers - the spider-sense. So you've got an unhinged pyromaniac psychopath with really good survival instincts.
So yeah, we're definitely going to need to redo that infodump with Lygara.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Mon Mar 21, 2011 12:42 pm
Just a little bit, y'think? :P I see a "WHAT DID YOU DO???" conversation in Matt's future.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:17 pm
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began trolling hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
- Spoiler:
- SP: This me-thod of ran-dom des-truc-tion is not par-tic-u-lar-ly help-ful in a-ny man-ner. What are you seek-ing?
HH: hmmmmmmmmmm?
SP: I asked what you are look-ing for in your ap-par-ent-ly di-rect-ion-less pat-tern of des-o-la-tion.
HH: dont know what you mean
SP: Well.
SP: At the mo-ment, I would ad-vise ma-king your way to your First Gate, which is quite some dis-tance op-po-site the di-rect-ion you are head-ed.
HH: and whyyyyyyyyy would i want to do that
SP: But you seem to be mo-ving with quite some pur-pose in this man-ner, so I must con-fess to some cur-i-o-si-ty as to where you in-tend to go.
SP: Well.
SP: That is the next lo-ca-tion in the game you need to pro-gress to.
HH: hehe
SP: Were you ev-er a-ble to make your sprite more co-op-er-a-tive?
SP: It should be a-ble to give you most of this in-for-ma-tion.
HH: heeeeeee's a birdbrain
SP: I am not fa-mil-i-ar with that term.
HH: well
HH: it's what he is
HH: durrr
HH: you
HH: are a very silly person
SP: You are act-ing some-what odd-ly.
SP: Are you well?
HH: hehe
HH: that
HH: is a good question
HH: isn't it now
SP: o_o
HH: you
HH: are the second person to ask me that
HH: funny
HH: i think
HH: i
HH: am
HH: juuuuuuust
HH: peachy
HH: =)
SP: I sup-pose that co-lor is a close e-quiv-al-ent to your cur-rent com-plex-ion, yes. But I fail to see how it ans-wers the quest-ion.
HH: you fail to see...
HH: how sad
HH: no wonder
HH: this seems
HH: odd
HH: i didn't see either
HH: before
SP: See what, if I may in-qui-re?
HH: the point
SP: Of?
HH: everything
HH: haha
HH: hey
HH: hey
HH: want to know
HH: i can tell you
HH: but
HH: it has
HH: to stay
HH: a seeeecreeeeet
SP: I thought I ex-plained the pur-pose of...
SP: A se-cret?
HH: yep
SP: From whom?
HH: that
HH: is also a secret
SP: Then I pre-sume you mean it to be se-cret to ev-er-y-one save the two of us.
SP: Ver-y well.
HH: and the one who told me, duh!
HH: well
HH: the thing is
HH: it doesnt matter
SP: I do not un-der-stand. What does not mat-ter?
HH: it
SP: The se-cret?
HH: no
HH: that is the secret
HH: it
HH: doesnt
HH: matter!
SP: And what is "it"?
HH: it!
HH: you don't listen well!
HH: shame!
SP: But... "it" with-out con-text is mean-ing-less.
SP: Is this some man-ner of rid-dle?
HH: so it would seem
HH: bah
HH: fiiiiiine
HH: since you reeeeeeeally
SP: I must con-fess, I have nev-er been ver-y skilled at rid-dles. I am not ver-y good at think-ing a-round cor-ners.
HH: don't seem to see
HH: i'll tell you
HH: it
HH: the game
SP: Thank you.
SP: Wait.
SP: What?
HH: yep!
HH: the game...
HH: is all
HH: one big
HH: jooooooooooooooke
HH: =D
SP: o_o
HH: nothing matters
HH: and
HH: since nothing matters
HH: it doesn't need to be there!
SP: But
SP: Wait
SP: What con-vinced you the game does not mat-ter?
HH: weeeeeeeeell
HH: obviously
HH: if it were really a game
HH: with real consequences
HH: there'd be no reason for my sis to die!
HH: but since she did...
SP: Sis?
HH: none of this
HH: nothing
HH: is real!
SP: o_o
HH: yep
HH: so
HH: since this is all fake
SP: Wait
HH: it doesn't matter!
SP: Wait
SP: Stop.
HH: are
HH: you
HH: trying to stop me???
SP: I am con-fused.
HH: ooooh
SP: What is Sis?
HH: sis is sis!
HH: my sister
SP: I do not know that word.
HH: she raised me
SP: Oh.
SP: Your Guar-di-an.
HH: only family i have!
HH: so you see
HH: there is no way the game would reeeeeally kill her!
SP: Oh. Your lus-us then. I thought that was the yel-low wing-beast.
SP: I am sor-ry to hear of your loss. My lus-us died dur-ing my en-try to the Me-di-um as well.
HH: pfffffffff
HH: ahahaha
HH: youre funny
SP: How so?
HH: weeeeeell
HH: you got the whooooole timeline, riiiiiiight?
SP: Her sprite is a-bout some-where.
HH: all of it, right in front of ya?
SP: I try not to jump a-bout the time-line, it is not my do-main and try-ing to di-scern it gives me a head-ache.
HH: pfffffff
HH: well
HH: if you looked
HH: you'd know
HH: this weren't no entry problem!
SP: But yes, I can view your time-line here.
SP: I see.
SP: I think.
HH: i just found her
HH: and you know what else?
HH: her blood is still ~fresh~ on my shoes!
SP: My re-gards for your loss re-main, how-ev-er.
SP: That...
HH: i don't even know how!
SP: I did not need to know that. o_o
HH: imps didn't do that!
SP: How do you know?
HH: pffff
HH: imps can't bash off a head~
SP: o_o
HH: nothing in this game could!
HH: riiiiiiiiiiiight?
SP: Ah.
SP: Well.
SP: Per-haps a luck-y o-gre or a gi-clops could, but it is too soon in your ses-sion to be en-count-er-ing the lat-ter...
SP: Though the a-no-mal-y may have be-come act-ive by this point...
HH: anomaly?
SP: Ah.
HH: =?
SP: I am not sure you are ra-tion-al e-nough to dis-cuss this at this time....
HH: oh, i'm sure it doesn't matter!
SP: Please stop say-ing that.
SP: It does mat-ter. It mat-ters ver-y much.
SP: o_o
HH: how?
HH: ...
SP: This as-sump-tion that what is hap-pen-ing is not real...
HH: my head is buzzing
HH: nah
HH: not the right word
HH: clanging?
SP: Did one of your ex-plo-sives do you harm, per-chance?
HH: naaaaaaaah
SP: You look phy-si-cal-ly whole to me, but in-tern-al in-jur-y may not be vis-i-bly ob-vi-ous.
SP: Es-pec-i-al-ly men-tal.
HH: mental...
SP: You claimed to be hear-ing noi-ses, yes?
SP: Out-law?
HH: sorta
HH: more feeling
HH: but they're sound
HH: hehehe
HH: you know a fun word
HH: synesthesia
SP: I am fam-il-i-ar with it, it is pres-ent in ma-ny high-pow-ered psi-on-i-cists.
HH: awesome
HH: i'll roll one up next game =)
HH: but!
HH: tell me more about this anomaly
SP: Ah.
SP: Well.
SP: You are a-ware of the war in-to which you have been placed, yes?
HH: yeeeeeeeeeup
SP: The war is fought be-tween the dark king-dom of Derse and the light realm of Pros-pit, by their for-ces on Skaia led by their Kings, while their king-doms are ruled from their thrones by their Queens.
HH: i knooooooooow
SP: Both sides in this war use A-gents to com-mun-i-cate be-tween their home for-ces and their ar-mies on Skai-a, as well as for spe-ci-fic du-ties.
SP: Of-ten these A-gents are di-rect-ly con-trolled by the queens. Though some op-er-ate more au-to-no-mous-ly.
SP: An A-gent chose, or was or-dered, to con-tact some-one from your group. One of your Pros-pit dream-ers.
HH: i met one on derse
SP: A Ders-i-an A-gent?
HH: yep!
SP: You were not harmed... were you?
HH: nah
HH: jack's cool
SP: Oh.
SP: Yes. Jack Noir.
SP: I am sur-prised he has not harmed you, if in-vol-un-tar-il-y... Noir tends to be...
SP: Ah....
SP: Quick to draw blood.
HH: i gave him some fireworks
SP: Oh dear.
SP: Ah. Mo-ving on.
SP: The A-gent in quest-ion is Pros-pit-an.
SP: Her name is Jeanne Le-blanc.
SP: Or more ac-curate-ly, that was her name.
SP: Le-blanc con-tact-ed some-one in your group. Pos-sib-ly to of-fer aid ag-ainst Derse.
SP: Which, un-der nor-mal cir-cum-stan-ces, might have been help-ful. Derse and its for-ces are the pri-mar-y an-tag-on-ist in the game.
SP: How-ev-er.
SP: When your sprite ex-plained the war, do you re-mem-ber WHY it said you were to aid Pros-pit?
HH: something about a reckoning?
SP: Yes, the Reck-on-ing.
SP: Which oc-curs when the White Ar-my is de-feat-ed, and the White King-s scep-ter is claimed by the Black King, and used to sum-mon the me-te-ors of the Veil down up-on Skai-a.
HH: pfff
SP: Pros-pit is fa-ted to lose.
HH: why would the good guy have a doomsday device
SP: Be-cause Derse or-bits bey-ond the Veil.
SP: Nor-mal-ly the White Scep-ter keeps the Veil in place, sep-ar-a-ting Derse from Pros-pit, Skai-a, and the rest of the In-ci-pi-sphere.
HH: heh
HH: guess that works
SP: But re-gard-less.
SP: Le-blanc ap-proached one of your com-pan-ions.
SP: Some-one in your group - one of your Pros-pit-an dream-ers, so ei-ther the Scribe, the Sylph, or the Nin-ja - gave this in-for-ma-tion to her.
SP: Told her of Pros-pit-s in-ev-it-a-ble doom.
HH: aaand?
SP: Le-blanc be-came en-raged and de-part-ed for Derse. She man-aged to in-fil-trate the king-dom and slay the Black Queen.
HH: did she do her own theme music? =D
SP: What?
HH: while she did her spy thing
SP: Is...
SP: Is this some sort of jest, Out-law?
HH: maybe
SP: How can you jest at a time such as this?
HH: well, like i already said!
SP: You be-gan this dis-cus-sion mourn-ing the death of your lus-us.
HH: it isn't real
SP: How
SP: What
SP: Who
SP: Just
SP: o_o
SP: Who in the name of all the bulge-break-ing grub-grind-ers from here to the black-blood-ed gal-ax-ies of the ne-ther-hole of space-time told you that none of this was real?
HH: doesn't matter!
HH: finish your story, c'mon =)
SP: It does mat-ter, Out-law!
SP: This in-for-ma-tion is use-less if you can-not take it ser-i-ous-ly.
HH: fine
HH: you want serious
HH: i can be serious
SP: I be-gin to think your men-tal state has be-come un-sta-ble.
HH: jeanne leblanc.
SP: Yes.
SP: Le-blanc has killed your Black Queen and claimed her ring, and the pro-to-types it con-fers.
HH: so
HH: what does this have to do with sis
SP: Le-blanc may be tra-vel-ing the Me-di-um un-checked at this time. Pos-si-bly search-ing for Derse dream-ers, see-ing you as af-fil-i-ates of the e-ne-my.
HH: point
HH: now.
SP: It may have been her who as-sault-ed your lus-us.
HH: she killed sis.
HH: all i needed.
HH: then
HH: i know what i need to do.
SP: What?
HH: end her
SP: You are not ca-pa-ble of such yet. Cer-tain-ly not a-lone.
HH: then
HH: i
HH: well.
HH: i can't end jeanne...
SP: Yet.
HH: but i can destroy the game
SP: Or a-lone.
SP: Wait
SP: What?
HH: my path is clear
HH: thank you
SP: What do you mean de-stroy the game?
HH: what?
HH: how was that unclear?
HH: i will rip this thing apart
HH: pixel
HH: by fucking pixel
SP: But
HH: until it is no more
SP: What
HH: if i can't end her, i can rob her of her goal
HH: it's enough
SP: You will take your own life to stop her from do-ing the same?
SP: What pur-pose does this ac-comp-lish?
HH: and that of anyone who tries to stop me
HH: purpose?
HH: you friends already said it
HH: we're going to die
HH: let it be on my terms
SP: o_o
HH: good day
SP: Oh un-mer-ci-ful an-cest-ors....
HH: you again?
HH: i see...
HH: this will be quite troublesome
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH]'s computer shatters underfoot! --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased being trolled by spectralPsiren [SP] --
SP: o_o
SP: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon Mar 21, 2011 8:00 pm
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Lygarra, arre you all rright?
HH: I can hearr you yelling clearr overr herre.
SP: No I am not al-right.
SP: I am the ex-act op-po-site of al-right.
HH: What has happened?
SP: I do not un-der-stand.
SP: How could ev-er-y-thing be so deft-ly shat-tered in such a sing-le blow?
SP: Was the a-no-mal-y not e-nough?
HH: You arre not making sense.
HH: What is the matterr?
SP: It is ru-ined.
SP: Ev-er-y-thing is ru-ined.
HH: Ly, I rrequirre details if I am to underrstand.
HH: How have things been rruined?
SP: Per-haps mad-ness is the ans-wer.
HH: Has the strress gotten to you?
HH: Why don't you come overr herre? Forraii and I have set up some decorrations forr Perrigee.
SP: We will not be see-ing Per-i-gee, Sig-run.
HH: It is Perrigee now.
SP: In name on-ly.
HH: With an attitude like that, cerrtainly.
SP: I sup-pose this must suf-fice. Let us cel-e-brate one last mem-or-y be-fore we die.
HH: That was my intent as well.
SP: She has gone mad, Sig-run.
HH: Who has?
SP: The Out-law.
HH: You rreferr to the explosions?
SP: No.
HH: I have grrown accustomed to...I see.
SP: She has, quite lit-er-al-ly, lost a-ny sem-blance of san-i-ty.
HH: You arre cerrtain?
SP: She has ex-pressed in-tent to de-stroy the game, block by block.
HH: I rrecall ourr session inducing similarr frrustrration.
SP: In-be-tween ra-vings that no-thing mat-tered and that the game was not real.
HH: ...
HH: That is parrticularrly morre trroublesome, but I am still not cerrtain it is enough prroof...
SP: Her lus-us was slain, pos-sib-ly by the a-no-ma-ly.
SP: This ap-pears to have been the trig-ger.
SP: She claims if her lus-us had been al-lowed to die, the game must not be real.
HH: Ourr lusii fell also, and we rretained sanity.
SP: For if it were real, such things would not hap-pen.
HH: Arre you cerrtain that is all?
SP: I at-tempt-ed to ex-plain that.
SP: She did not seem to com-pre-hend.
SP: And no, I am not cer-tain.
SP: Some-one has been re-in-for-cing the i-de-a that the game is not re-al-i-ty to her.
SP: But she would not tell me who.
HH: I suspect that to be the case. She neverr strruck me as flighty.
HH: Difficult to have converrsation with, yes.
HH: But not flighty.
SP: Al-so.
SP: That ap-pears to have changed.
SP: She was...
SP: Man-ic.
HH: I would lump that underr yourr arrgument forr insanity.
SP: Ma-king jest of her lus-us-s death.
SP: Then
SP: When I asked her to take my war-nings of Le-blanc with the so-bri-e-ty they were due...
SP: She be-came death-ly cold and stern.
SP: Quite lit-er-al-ly.
HH: How odd.
SP: One mo-ment smi-ling and full of mirth and man-ic laugh-ter.
SP: The next a face de-void of e-mo-tion, drawn and cold.
SP: As if a le-ver had been pulled.
SP: And fur-ther-more.
HH: This is verry interresting.
SP: She has de-stroyed her com-mun-i-ca-tion de-vice.
HH: Have you contacted herr since?
HH: ...
HH: Neverrmind.
HH: Hmm.
HH: I am hesitant to advise you on this matterr without gatherring furrtherr evidence.
SP: That is pro-ba-bly wise.
HH: I am inclined towarrd yourr theorry that someone else pushed herr to this extrreme.
SP: I do not think I should at-tempt fur-ther com-mun-i-ca-tion for a lit-tle while.
HH: I would like to speak with herr perrsonally, but you say that she is now unavailable, and I fearr that contacting herr in the past would only exacerrbate matterrs furrtherr.
SP: I would a-gree.
HH: Howeverr, I can point you in the rright dirrection. I do not know the point on herr timeline at which you made contact, so I would keep my hands out of this.
HH: But I believe you can discoverr who she spoke to last.
SP: Right. I should have paid more at-ten-tion when this func-tion was ex-plained.
HH: I can assist you if you like.
SP: Thank you.
HH: This was yourr discussion with herr?
SP: Here is where we last spoke, yes. And this point here I be-lieve is our first con-ver-sa-tion, just af-ter she en-tered the Me-di-um.
HH: I see yourr point about the madness. That is worrrrisome.
HH: So if you just dial it backwarrd a shorrt distance.
SP: Ah, stop!
HH: I prresume that is herr lusus?
SP: There. Yes.
HH: Aha.
HH: It is the Scrribe.
SP: ...
HH: Ly?
SP: This is his time-line cor-rect?
HH: Yes.
HH: I would advise you to get as close to his converrsation as possible.
SP: Here should be close e-nough.
SP: Thank you Sig-run.
HH: No prroblem.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Wed Mar 23, 2011 9:21 pm
Pre-game!
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering sereneFlorist [SF] --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering sereneFlorist [SF] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Grreetings, Forraii.
SF: Zigroon!
SF: How are yoo?
HH: I am well.
HH: How about yourrself?
HH: I prresume yourr garrden is well-tended perr usual.
SF: Yez, it haz been growing very well
SF: It will look beaootiful onze everything bloomz
SF: Oonlezz my luzuz findz it :(
HH: Ah, yes. You have had rrepeated prroblems with that, I rrecall.
HH: Herre's hoping they do not continue.
SF: I hope zo too
SF: He thinkz I woold be better off zmazhing thingz and getting ztronger
HH: Well, I can't say I trruly fault him forr his concerrn.
HH: It generrally helps to be able to defend yourrself arround herre.
SF: I don't need to worry
SF: Nothing ever getz throogh the maze
HH: That may be, but I still advise you to stay on yourr guarrd.
HH: Should you everr wish a sparrrring parrtnerr that won't immediately cull you should you be defeated, let me know.
SF: Okay, if yoo think I zhoold
SF: I don't know aboot that, Zigroon
SF: Yoo coold get hoort
SF: And then I woold be upzet
HH: I believe you underrestimate my trraining and ability.
HH: In trruth, I am morre concerrned forr yourr well-being should such an encounterr happen.
SF: If yoo zay zo
SF: Joozt don't zay I didn't warn yoo
HH: You rrememberr, Sleipnirr has insisted on my combat trraining since I was a wrrigglerr.
HH: But I digrress.
HH: I prresume you have hearrd frrom Guilla?
SF: Yez
SF: He waz yelling at me earlier aboot zomething
HH: What arre yourr thoughts on the matterr, may I ask?
SF: Well, it kind of hoort my feelingz for ztarterz
HH: I can't say I'm entirrely surrprrised.
SF: Boot thiz game he mentioned
SF: I think it might be foon!
HH: Perrhaps.
SF: What do yoo think?
SF: I know Gooilla woold really like it if yoo played with ooz too
HH: I admit, I am morre than mildly hesistant to take him at his worrd on anything. His definition of enjoyment tends to differr frrom my own.
HH: I am awarre, Forraii. I'll leave it at that.
SF: Zo doez that mean yoo won't play?
HH: I have not yet decided.
SF: Well, I won't forze yoo to play
SF: Joozt know that zome of ooz will be zad if yoo don't
SF: Ekzept for Gooilla, he'll joozt be mad
HH: I know.
HH: I would rratherr see the otherrs' opinions beforre charrging blindly in.
HH: He rreally didn't have much inforrmation on the game, did he?
SF: Oom
SF: No
SF: He joozt yelled
HH: Then how prrecisely arre we expected to play it if we lack instrruction?
SF: I gooezz we'll joozt go with the flow
HH: This is exactly the prroblem.
HH: He neverr thinks things thrrough.
HH: And then he wonderrs why otherrs find him a sourrce of irrrritation.
SF: heh heh
SF: I like how yoo zay that word
SF: "irrrritation"
SF: It'z foonny
HH: At any rrate, this Sgrrub game sounds intrriguing.
HH: I'll keep it in mind, but forr now, I rreally must prractice.
SF: Okay
SF: It waz nize talking to yoo, Zigroon!
HH: Until laterr, Forraii.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Thu Mar 24, 2011 9:37 pm
-- loquaciousAmateur [LA] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
- Spoiler:
- LA: WHAT|IS|THE|WORLD|ARE|YOU|DOING|
HH: Good evening, Guilla.
LA: STOP|THAT|INFERNAL|NOISE|AT|ONCE|
HH: My prracticing botherrs you?
LA: THERE|IS|NOTHING|GOOD|ABOUT|IT|SIGRUN|
LA: JUST|LIKE|YOUR|BUTCHERING|OF|MUSIC|
HH: If I am to everr imprrove, I must keep a strrict prractice rregimen.
LA: NO|IT|IS|WONDEFUL|I|AM|MERELY|TELLING|YOU|TO|SHUT|UP|BECAUSE|I|AM|JEALOUS|
LA: YOU|SHOULD|STRICTLY|PRACTICE|INSIDE|OF|SOUND|PROOF|CELL|
HH: I do have the rright to prractice wherreverr in my hive I desirre.
LA: OH|DO|YOU|NOW|
HH: I do.
HH: And I apologize forr the trrouble it brrings you.
HH: Though I have no intent of ceasing anytime soon.
LA: I|MUST|HAVE|THAT|SAME|RIGHT|THEN|
LA: NO|YOU|DO|NOT|
HH: Yes. In yourr hive.
LA: IF|YOU|DID|YOU|WOULD|STOP|
LA: FINE|
HH: Fine?
LA: I|WILL|PRACTICE|AND|YOU|WILL|WEEP|IN|YOUR|HORN|PILE|OVER|HOW|MUCH|BETTER|I|AM|THAN|YOU|
HH: Ah.
HH: I was about to say, you neverr strruck me as the type to cede so easily.
HH: I don't own a horrn pile.
HH: I don't have a pile of anything.
LA: I|WILL|BE|RIGHT|THERE|
-- loquaciousAmateur [LA] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Thu Mar 24, 2011 10:53 pm
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering rapturousAutonomy [RA] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Hold, intrruderr.
RA: who, me?
HH: I see no otherr.
RA: i'm not intruding.
HH: What is yourr purrpose herre?
RA: i'm lo-king for a go-d location for my hive.
RA: what is your purpose here?
HH: My hive is nearrby.
HH: I apologize forr the rrude grreeting; you interrrrupted my weapons prractice.
HH: Yourr hive?
HH: I would assume frrom yourr appearrance that you would alrready have one.
RA: no ne-d to apologize, i get it.
RA: my ap-earance?
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] looks at his clothes. --
HH: You seem farr too old to be building yourr hive.
RA: oh, that.
RA: I move around.
HH: Clearrly.
HH: Though I admit, yourr attirre is intrriguing.
HH: Why hide yourr face?
RA: luckily i moved around enough to get away from that javelin
HH: I would not have thrrown it unless you had seemed a trrue thrreat.
RA: because i fe-l like it.
RA: i'm flat-ered.
HH: You'rre a secrretive sorrt.
HH: Wherre is yourr lusus?
RA: inde-d i am.
RA: up there.
HH: I see.
RA: doesn't like the mountain i think.
HH: I can tell.
HH: How does he feel about yourr anonymity?
RA: doesn't like that either.
RA: but it's none of his busines-.
HH: Interresting.
HH: Verry interresting.
RA: yo- ke-p bringing up that i like to be anonymous.
RA: do yo- have a problem with it?
RA: because yo- shouldn't.
HH: It prresents an unknown to me.
HH: That is all.
RA: speaking of unknowns.
RA: might i know your name?
HH: I did neglect that. My apologies.
HH: My name is Sigrrun Baasch.
HH: And might I have yourrs?
RA: Sigrun Ba-sch.
RA: got it
RA: my name is Vircen Flaqus.
RA: pleased to me-t yo-.
HH: Likewise.
RA: tel- me, as a blue blo-d, how do you fe-l about the caste system?
HH: I don't pay it much heed, to be frrank.
RA: real-y?
HH: I don't see it disappearring anytime soon, if that is what you'rre asking.
HH: But I don't let it dictate my everry move.
RA: that is go-d.
RA: very go-d.
HH: Though, I must admit curriosity.
HH: You clearrly have outrright rrejected it, and a decision such as that does typically have rreasoning.
RA: yo- w& to know then?
HH: I do hate an unrresolved mysterry.
RA: i'l- be hap-y to fil- yo- in.
RA: yo- se-, i am op-osed to the caste system being based on blo-d color.
RA: your blo-d does not make yo- bet-er than me at anything.
RA: my blo-d doesn't make me bet-er with your weapon.
RA: but everyone se-ms to as-ume that is so.
HH: I see.
RA: it's il-ogical, don't yo- agre-?
HH: I would considerr it a legitimate complaint, though cerrtainly not one I would voice to an Imperrial Drrone anytime soon.
RA: ha!
HH: If I had a wish to be culled, I would not spend hourrs upon hourrs imprroving my skill with a weapon.
RA: yes, & I don't think you should be.
HH: Imprroving my skill?
RA: cul-ed.
HH: Ah.
RA: you should always strive for perfection.
RA: your skil- is more import& than your blo-d.
HH: I do.
HH: It has at times caused some complaints, but I do trry.
RA: complaints?
HH: Yes.
RA: who would complain about...?
HH: One of my hobbies is music.
RA: interesting.
RA: & someone thinks yo- should stop trying?
HH: I have hearrd such opinions, yes.
RA: disap-ointing.
RA: perhaps they are jealous?
HH: They have a fairr point.
HH: I have much rroom forr imprrovement, let's say.
RA: wel- yo- c& improve if you don't try.
RA: not everyone is natural-y gifted.
HH: That is my rreasoning as well.
RA: it is sound.
RA: i'd like to know more about these complaints however.
HH: Nothing of imporrtance, rreally.
HH: An acquaintance whose hive is nearrby finds the noise unpleasant.
RA: so not only yo- live ere, but another as wel-.
RA: this is not a go-d place for me then.
HH: The arrea is a tad crrowded, yes.
HH: I fearr I will be of little help in yourr quest forr a place to live.
HH: The sun will be rrising soon.
RA: perhaps lo-king into a way to mitigate the noise others hear from your hive might help.
HH: Perrhaps.
RA: yo-'re right about the sun though, i wil- ne-d to find shelter.
HH: I can offerr my hospitality forr the day.
RA: it is ap-reciated, but i'm afraid i c& ac-ept.
HH: Verry well.
RA: i would like to continue speaking with you however.
HH: I don't wish to keep you, and I wish you luck in yourr quest.
HH: I have no objection to that.
RA: i as-ume you use trol-ian, am i cor-ect in that?
HH: Of courrse.
RA: then let's exchange trol-tags, mine is rapturousAutonomy.
HH: Mine is hiberrnalHawkshaw.
RA: got it.
RA: it was a pleasure Sigrun, we wil- have to do this again sometime.
HH: Agrreed.
RA: if yo- have no objections, of course.
HH: Trry to warrn me in advance so you do not rrisk impalement.
RA: of course.
HH: Unless you do want to defeat the purrpose of yourr concealment.
RA: inde-d.
RA: i'd like to avoid that.
HH: I'm cerrtain you would.
RA: i must be going now, Sigrun, i wil- contact yo- when i have my new hive set up.
HH: I wish you well.
RA: so long.
RA: likewise.
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:23 am
Yet another pregame memo :) Eris and Evan meet after Eris and another user on a forum get involved in a flame war.
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
- Spoiler:
- PS: ♪♫ okay lets start this ♭y noting that i dont like having to do extra work ♪♫
HH: do i know you?
PS: ♪♫ this is discord right ♪♫
HH: yeah, and you?
PS: ♪♫ im symphony ♪♫
HH: oh ok
HH: is this about the gunblade thing
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ mostly ♪♫
HH: because quake started it
PS: ♪♫ yeah and quake is a douche♭ag ♪♫
HH: it'll be the usual, then?
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut good god how did you guys do that many pages of just ♭ack and forth that fast ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: i pull up my big girl pants and make a public apology, then we wait a month before the next row breaks out
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ lemme guess you get this speech from zander a lot ♪♫
HH: he just sends me pms that tell me to read the old ones
PS: ♪♫ hell if i know why he told me to talk to you this time then ♪♫
HH: didn't like it when i asked which old ones since he sent so many
PS: ♪♫ oh well that would ♭e why ♪♫
HH: possibly because i think i'm on his ignore list
PS: ♪♫ or that ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hey ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i gotta admit ♪♫
HH: hm?
PS: ♪♫ i was laughing my ass off ♪♫
HH: well, thank you for that
PS: ♪♫ zander and quake just have their ♭uddy ♭uddy thing ♪♫
HH: i'd actually guess it goes a bit beyond that
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ at least ♭eta is there to smack zander and stop him from ♭anning you for this stupid shit ♪♫
HH: honestly starting to wonder why i bother faffing around the site anymore
PS: ♪♫ heh ive thought the same a few times ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ there was a while where me and shep were thinking of going off and doing our own thing ♪♫
HH: shep?
PS: ♪♫ oh yeah you dont see his posts ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hes our maintenance guy, he only really posts on the staff forums ♪♫
HH: ah
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut yeah anyway ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ the place is kind of just that place where every♭ody hangs out cause theres nothing else worth doing even though the admin is a douche ♪♫
HH: tell me about it
HH: i don't even play the games that much
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
HH: really, though
HH: how did you get on the mod team?
HH: i thought being a wanker was a prereq, but you don't seem to be
PS: ♪♫ ♭eta promoted me, shes cool ♪♫
HH: beta seems to be the other exception
PS: ♪♫ i dunno, i just got a pm one day saying you know what youre good on the music forums here have a mod ♪♫
HH: makes sense
PS: ♪♫ hey ♪♫
HH: hm?
PS: ♪♫ you dont happen to play d&d ♭y any chance do ya? ♪♫
HH: i don't, but i'd be willing to try
HH: no one around here plays
PS: ♪♫ yeah not many people i know irl do either ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut ♭een trying to get a game together on pc, seeing if people are interested ♪♫
HH: i'd be interested
PS: ♪♫ sweet ♪♫
HH: might be helpful to have a name, though
PS: ♪♫ so should i just keep calling you discord or... yeah that heh ♪♫
HH: unless you want me calling your dwarf or whatever symphony
PS: ♪♫ nah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ im evan ♪♫
HH: eris
PS: ♪♫ serious? ♪♫
HH: last i checked
PS: ♪♫ thats awesome ♪♫
HH: you don't get the middle name, though
PS: ♪♫ thats fair ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ cool to meet ya then eris ♪♫
HH: likewise
PS: ♪♫ well im gonna see how many other people i can rope into this game ♪♫
HH: all right
PS: ♪♫ ill let you know when were ready ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ :] ♪♫
HH: posted my apology, by the by
PS: ♪♫ thanks ♪♫
HH: how long you think it'll take quake to get his head out of his arse long enough to count the insults?
PS: ♪♫ its quake ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ his head never leaves his arse, he sees out of his navel ♪♫
HH: explains a lot
PS: ♪♫ anyway ill catch ya later ♪♫
HH: sure
HH: feel free to drop me a line whenever
PS: ♪♫ same to you ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ see ya ♪♫
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:27 am
Eris and Joan: Meet via Shea's....interesting fanfic
Eris: Make bad first impression
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
Eris: Make bad first impression
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: would your latest picture happen to be from in space no one can hear you love?
MT: No.
MT: There were more periods in the title.
HH: yes, but you know what i mean
MT: Okay well yes.
MT: I couldn't keep myself from making that.
HH: i thought it looked familiar
HH: very distinctive scene, yes
MT: Of course it was!
MT: It is the very scene in which character development is thrown to the wind and some incredible shenanigans happened!
HH: yes, yes it is
HH: i probably should've told her to find a beta actually in the fandom
MT: Whoa wait
MT: You know the author?
HH: yes
MT: That's just
MT: Incredible
HH: eh, not really
HH: classmates before she up and moved
MT: Aw, sorry to hear that.
HH: no need
MT: So what kept you from beta-ing the story?
HH: nothing, i did beta it
HH: i've just never seen firefly
HH: so i had no idea whether they were in character or not
MT: Huh.
MT: Well, you know, there was always the fact that you could, you know, make an educated guess. :/
HH: true, but not being a fan, i miss out on the subtle nuances
MT: What exact part of the story would you think is a nuance?
HH: just little bits on characterization
MT: Uh-huh.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
MT: ):
MT: Where'd you go?
HH: sorry, slight computer problems
HH: not used to the touchpad
MT: Oh, okay.
MT: It's no biggie.
HH: i missed your last message or two
MT: But that's why you use a mouse with a laptop!
MT: I don't understand how people don't use one ever, hahaha.
HH: i don't do as much on here that needs a mouse, really
MT: Well, I mean, they're not that expensive, and they're just so much nicer to use.
MT: Just drop a few bucks and then voila! You don't have carpal tunnel. :)
HH: i'll keep it in mind
HH: i was looking through your gallery
HH: you like squiddles?
MT: Squiddles are pretty awesome.
HH: i've only seen a little of it, but it seemed sort of fun
MT: Heh, it's amazing.
MT: You should try to catch it while it's on sometime.
HH: well
MT: Though, admittedly, the ads aren't fantastic.
HH: it isn't
HH: it doesn't really air over here
MT: Oh come on, the frozen land of Canada gets it, what rock are you tucked under?
HH: i live in england
MT: Oh sweet.
MT: Do you have a voiceclip or a mic on hand?
HH: no, why?
MT: Mostly 'cause I'd like to hear a REAL and TRUE accent from there.
HH: ...aren't they in shows all the time?
MT: I don't know how good you'd say they are.
MT: I mean
MT: Haven't you ever seen Mary Poppins?
MT: PERFECTION.
HH: um...
HH: so you liked the fic?
MT: Well, it's the first thing in a while that's made me take over three minutes to catch my breath.
MT: And that's in aaaaaaaany way you'd like to imagine.
MT: ;)
HH: heh
MT: But really, what's your opinion of it?
HH: of what?
MT: The fic.
HH: um
HH: i think she needs a bit of work as a writer
MT: Yeah, that's true. You helping her?
HH: not as such
MT: Why not?
HH: i'm not much for writing
MT: I mean, come on, if you see something wrong, you should let her know.
MT: You don't improve as an artist if you just sit back and never receive critique! :/
HH: and you don't critique when you don't know your subject
MT: Well you're a reader, shouldn't you know what you want in a story? Jeez.
HH: i really only proofed it as a favour
MT: Well you should have done that job properly, if you were doing it as a favour.
MT: :/
HH: i'm not a good beta, but she asked me anyway
HH: did what i could
MT: :/
MT: You... still could have done a better job.
MT: I mean come on, there were spelling errors, still.
HH: there were?
MT: ...
MT: yes
HH: could've sworn i got them all
MT: And I could've sworn I've never heard of deadly "allens"
HH: ...this is what happens when time zones happen
MT: Also when you don't take the necessary support that an artist needs seriously.
HH: i suppose
HH: anyway, i just wanted to tell you that i like your art
MT: Okay.
-- mercilessTango [MT] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Drouth Mon Mar 28, 2011 11:09 pm
Guilla: Serenade Sigrun.
- Spoiler:
- -- loquaciousAmateur [LA] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 23:42 --
LA: TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
LA: YES|IT|IS|
LA: TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
HH: Arre you all rright?
LA: YES|IT|IS|
LA: NOW|YOU|ALWAYS|SAY|
LA: THAT|YOU|WANT|TO|BE|FREE|
HH: Guilla, have you been hitting the soporr?
LA: BUT|YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|
LA: YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|
LA: YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|TO|ME|
LA: OH|TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
LA: YES|IT|IS|
HH: Guilla.
LA: TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
HH: This is errrratic behaviorr, even forr you.
LA: YES|IT|IS|
LA: YOU|ARE|SEARCHING|FOR|GOOD|TIMES|
LA: BUT|JUST|WAIT|AND|SEE|
LA: YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|
HH: Let me underrstand this.
LA: YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|
HH: Arre you telling people to wait now?
LA: YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|TO|ME|
LA: GO|AHEAD|
LA: GO|AHEAD|AND|LIGHT|UP|THE|TOWN|
LA: AND|BABY|
LA: DO|EVERYTHING|YOUR|HEART|DESIRES|
LA: REMEMBER|
LA: I|WILL|ALWAYS|BE|AROUND|
LA: AND|I|KNOW|
LA: I|KNOW|
LA: LIKE|I|TOLD|YOU|SO|MANY|TIMES|BEFORE|
LA: YO|ARE|GOING|TO|COME|BACK|BABY|
HH: Is this a side effect of contacting the humans?
LA: BECAUSE|I|KNOW|
HH: Do you need to lie down?
LA: YOU|ARE|GOING|TO|COME|BACK|KNOCKING|
LA: YEAH|
LA: KNOCKING|RIGHT|ON|MY|DOOR|
LA: YES|YES|
LA: WELL|TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
LA: YES|IT|IS|
LA: TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
HH: Guilla, you'rre beginning to worrrry me.
LA: YES|IT|IS|
HH: This is forr yourr own good, Guilla.
LA: BECAUSE|I|GOT|THE|REAL|LOVE|
LA: THE|KIND|THAT|YOU|NEED|
-- HibernalHawkshaw [HH] smacks loquaciousAmateur [LA] with the butt of a spear --
LA: YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|
LA: YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|
HH: ~o_o~
LA: YOU|WILL|COME|RUNNING|BACK|
LA: TO|ME|
HH: Well, I'm afrraid to hit you any harrderr.
LA: YES|TIME|TIME|TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
LA: YES|IT|IS|
LA: TIME|TIME|TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
LA: YES|IT|IS|
LA: OH|TIME|TIME|TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
LA: YES|IT|IS|
LA: I|SAID|TIME|TIME|TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
LA: YES|IT|IS|
LA: OH|TIME|TIME|TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
LA: YEAH|TIME|TIME|TIME|IS|ON|MY|SIDE|
HH: ...
HH: Is yourr psychotic episode overr?
LA: YES|IT|IS|
-- loquaciousAmateur [LA] passes out --
HH: ~<_<~
-- HibernalHawkshaw [HH] steps over the body --
LA: time|
LA: is|on|my|side|
HH: Keep telling yourrself that.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Fri Apr 01, 2011 10:45 pm
Evan is underpowered.
- Spoiler:
- -- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
PS: ♪♫ so as the ultimate in geek cred ♪♫
HH: you cast magic missile?
PS: ♪♫ ♭ehold i have upgraded my computer to include a scanner function ♪♫
HH: that really isn't that special
PS: ♪♫ im a ninja not a wizard i have limits ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ oh yeah speaking of ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i figured out what my special trick is ♪♫
HH: oh?
HH: what, like my chimes?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭asically ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i have the force ♪♫
HH: heh
HH: does that make you yoda?
PS: ♪♫ can move things around with my mind, or my "aura" more accurately or at least thats what they said ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ do attacks and stuff at a distance without actual physical contact ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ things like that ♪♫
HH: see, it's funny because you're short
PS: ♪♫ and i swear if you make the o♭vious joke i will steal a ship to lomag and force choke you ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah i dont have to worry a♭out not ♭eing a♭le to reach the stuff drake sticks in the top ca♭inent now ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ speaking of which i still havent found that ♭astard ♪♫
HH: and you can block the attacks
HH: i hope he's all right...
PS: ♪♫ ive found a few scorched imp pyres so i know he made it in at least ♪♫
HH: heh
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut anyway ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ this things pretty cool, gives me statistical dialogue for anything i run across ♪♫
HH: isn't that like a pokedex?
PS: ♪♫ ♭asic strengths and weaknesses, relative endurance, ♭asically yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hell even gives me names ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ like this little guy here ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ "tame garnet imp" ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ id list all his stats ♭ut wed ♭e here a while and thats ♭oring ♪♫
HH: interesting
HH: so, how's your level?
PS: ♪♫ and the only difference ♭etween the various kinds is minor statistical sway and resistances to certain elements ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so so ♪♫
HH: =/
PS: ♪♫ i dont think the game likes me using the imps lately, it used to give me credit when theyd kill things ♭ut lately not so much ♪♫
HH: maybe that's a hint
PS: ♪♫ least they still drop grist ♪♫
HH: still...
PS: ♪♫ no ♭iggie ♪♫
HH: ev
PS: ♪♫ wont ♭e the first game ive done an underleveled run of ♪♫
HH: the final boss is running rampant
HH: underleveling isn't going to fly
PS: ♪♫ jeanne is hardly su♭tle, if she showed up on loqal id know pretty quick and ♭e the hell out of here ♪♫
HH: =/
PS: ♪♫ ♭esides, theres always godmode right ♪♫
HH: you have to top your echeladder
PS: ♪♫ i found the ♭ed thing ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ oh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well shit didnt know that part ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ or forgot it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ right ok ♪♫
HH: i think you should start leveling
PS: ♪♫ should pro♭a♭ly head ♭ack and get more of the actual useful mar♭les and less of the pokemar♭les ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ huh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hey you seen any ghost enemies ♭efore? ♪♫
HH: what?
PS: ♪♫ well you know the ♭asic enemies right ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ imp ogre ♭asilisk lich giclops ♪♫
HH: right
PS: ♪♫ there a ghost somewhere in that ladder ♪♫
HH: i haven't seen one...
PS: ♪♫ says this things called a ephemeral spectre ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ scanner does i mean ♪♫
HH: huh
PS: ♪♫ oh hell ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ its glitching out on me ♪♫
HH: what?
PS: ♪♫ lemme check my pockets ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i think i found missingno ♪♫
HH: what do you mean glitching
HH: ...
PS: ♪♫ none of the screen is showing up right, just its name ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ no stats, no power level, nada ♪♫
HH: that's...weird
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: i'm gonna recommend running
PS: ♪♫ and it saw me ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah gimme a minute ill get ♭ack to you when im c ♪♫
HH: when you're what?
HH: evan?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] is now an idle chum! --
HH: ev
HH: this is not the time
HH: are you all right?
HH: this isn't funny
HH: ev, hang in there, i'm almost to loqal
PS: #@#@&%^^)*(&@#&%@*#&%(@&*^@#(&#$#$&*!@!@~!!!$E&#(@&#@&^&$%&^
PS: !@#@%&*($#%($*()*)_#(&*&@^#)@#&@&*^#@*#@_)#@@^#&*@#&*@(#^##
HH: ev
HH: what
PS: %#@@$@*&#$%#$&^*(&$&^%$&^*&^$^%^&#^#%@$
HH: what are you saying?
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Tue Apr 05, 2011 11:51 pm
Alternate title:
HH: dammit ly, i'm an outlaw, not a cleric
HH: dammit ly, i'm an outlaw, not a cleric
- Spoiler:
- -- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 22:15 --
HH: i'm in a bit of a situation
HH: could use some advice
SP: What sort of si-tu-a-tion?
HH: evan's dead
HH: nowhere near his quest bed
SP: o_o
SP: Oh dear.
HH: you said it's possible to rez people
HH: but i don't know how
SP: Yes.
SP: Ah.
SP: His dream-self is in-tact, I pre-sume?
HH: i mean, mine went pretty much automatically
HH: what?
HH: how the bloody hell would i know
HH: he's not dersian
SP: Yes. That is the Quest Bed-s do-ing, in this si-tu-a-tion there is some as-sis-tance need-ed.
SP: I see.
HH: i gathered that
HH: i don't know what kind of assistance
SP: His should be fine then, un-less Le-blanc has ac-tu-al-ly gone so far as to at-tack Pros-pit, which I doubt...
SP: Re-gard-less.
SP: It is sim-ple.
SP: The kiss of a prin-cess is all that is need-ed to re-vive the dead.
HH: bunch of fairy tale nonsense, then?
SP: The game seems de-signed with le-gends and myths and as-pir-a-tions of all cul-tures in mind.
HH: so, would you happen to have a map to the nearest princess?
SP: You are a prin-cess, Er-is.
HH: oh for fuck's sake
SP: Do you not re-mem-ber how Le-blanc ad-dressed you?
HH: i go over this with people on the forum all the time
HH: just because my country has a bloody queen does not mean everyone is royalty
SP: Of course not.
HH: and i figured leblanc was being cheeky
SP: Just be-cause the Emp-ress is a sea-dwel-ler does not make Glen-ys roy-al-ty.
HH: she certainly acts it
SP: Her blood is not quite tyr-i-an e-nough.
SP: Too dark.
SP: But no. She was be-ing quite hon-est, if curt... and blood-thir-sty.
HH: would you be offended if i took a moment to have a migraine over your overly complex blood colour system?
SP: If you must.
HH: thank you
SP: But yes. You are a prin-cess of Derse. All play-ers are prin-ces or prin-ces-ses of their re-spec-tive dream-moons.
SP: Hence why your dream-selves dwell in tow-ers.
HH: my hair isn't nearly long enough to make the right joke
SP: I doubt I would com-pre-hend it re-gard-less.
HH: i'm not nearly girly enough to be a princess
SP: And you think I am?
HH: this game is ridiculous
HH: so...what exactly do i need to do here?
SP: Can you tru-ly say you are sur-prised, though?
HH: routinely.
HH: this game is rather good at surprises.
SP: Real-ly. When I learned of such my re-act-ion was more a-long the lines of "that fig-ures".
SP: But we are was-ting time...
HH: what do you mean, wasting time?
SP: Sim-ply kiss him. That is all.
HH: he's not getting any deader and wait why do i have to kiss him
HH: can't joan or shea?
SP: There is some-thing of a time lim-it.
HH: how is there a time limit whenn you're dead?
SP: Be-fore his wounds pass to his dream-self and it too per-ish-es.
HH: that makes absolutely no sense
HH: ...do i really have to?
SP: The game seems to not wish to leave play-ers sim-ply wait-ing af-ter death. There is a chance for re-vi-val, but if not done swift-ly it fades.
SP: What is the is-sue?
HH: ...
SP: Leav-ing him dead will cause your ses-sion on-ly fur-ther trou-bles, and he is a friend is he not? If not more than that?
HH: he can't be more than that; he's my brother
SP: Yes, you men-tioned that be-fore, I still do not quite fol-low.
HH: that's bad
SP: Trolls do not have an-y e-qui-val-ent of that term.
HH: oh good god do i really have to go into this
HH: the last time i did, i cheesed off your friend because apparently our mutations are your royalty
SP: Con-sid-er it pay-back for the is-sues of the he-mo-spec-trum and the qua-drants?
HH: fine
HH: humans don't have your bucket breeding, we do things the old fashioned way. ask joan for details, she'd be happy to help.
HH: but we try not to dilute the gene pool because it tends to lead to bad things
SP: I think that is more than e-nough.
SP: Di-lute?
HH: not mixing it with outside genes
SP: As gen-et-ic code be-ing too close to one an-o-ther?
HH: yes
SP: I see.
HH: mix it too much with relatives, risk of mutations and diseases
SP: Ah.
HH: plus it's creepy
SP: I think I un-der-stand.
SP: What I do not is what this has to do with this sit-u-a-tion. I am not ask-ing you to take his corpse as your mate-sprit, just kiss him.
HH: but
HH: can i just say it's complicated?
SP: That much is ob-vi-ous.
SP: E-ven to me.
SP: Your op-tions, how-ev-er, are lim-i-ted. Un-less one of the o-ther two hap-pens to be near, time may not give you the len-i-en-cy you re-qui-re.
HH: they're nowhere near...
SP: Er-is. You can-not sim-ply stand there star-ing.
HH: i know!
HH: just...give me a moment
SP: Er-is!
HH: what!
SP: Time!
HH: i know!
HH: this is hard, all right!
SP: You have fought and died a-gainst the strong-est crea-ture in the game thus far with-out flin-ching, how can this be hard!?
HH: because maybe i've been hiding a crush on him for over a year and finally worked up the guts to tell him just as he's finding out we're related and tells me, so we both like each other but can't pursue it, so now i'm trying really hard to repress that crush so nothing creepy happens, but it's not working, and kissing him would just bring it right back up and start the fucking cycle all over again!
HH: little tricky, all right, ly?
SP: o_o
SP: I...
SP: Oh.
HH: sorry
HH: it's stupid, i know
SP: No.
SP: It is not. It is per-fect-ly un-der-stand-a-ble.
SP: I can-not say we do not have sim-il-ar si-tu-a-tions in our own cul-ture.
SP: E-ven if the source of the dis-com-fort is dif-fer-ent.
SP: I can em-pa-thize.
HH: thanks...
HH: so...about how long?
SP: Not long. Less than an ho-ur.
HH: son of a bitch
HH: this
HH: never leaves this conversation
SP: Ab-so-lute-ly.
HH: no one else needs to hear a damn thing about this
HH: ever
HH: under pain of death
SP: Yes.
SP: Un-der-stood.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
HH: nothing happened
SP: Not here, no.
SP: Un-like as-cen-sion, there is no vi-si-ble re-sponse in this case.
HH: if this was an elaborate prank...
SP: But his dream-self on Pros-pit will now be a-wake and co-her-ent.
SP: This is not the time for such, I hope I have done no-thing to sug-gest o-ther-wise.
HH: just a mite suspicious, given the circumstances
SP: Why do you say so?
HH: well, i did insult your friend a while back, and then you get me to do something i would find embarrassing...
SP: If there were an-y of my com-pan-ions I would do such a thing for, it would be un-like-ly to be Glen-ys.
SP: We are ac-quain-tanc-es, but not par-tic-u-lar-ly close in that man-ner.
HH: good to know
HH: how long will it take till i know it worked?
SP: Un-til he is a-ble to make con-tact with you a-gain. Un-less he has a com-pu-ter or o-ther means of com-mun-i-ca-tion on Pros-pit this may be a whi-le.
SP: Or you could go look-ing for him... though I would ad-vise a-gainst it, go-ing to Pros-pit at least in your case is li-a-ble to draw Jeanne-s at-ten-tion.
HH: i suppose
HH: would be nice to know i wasn't wasting everyone's time, though
SP: I as-sure you, you have done no-thing of the sort.
SP: Had you done so, sure-ly you would have been al-ert-ed to the er-ror, would you not?
HH: hm?
HH: oh, the chimes?
SP: Yes.
HH: i've been tuning them out over since you mentioned kissing.
SP: You should stop do-ing that.
HH: what if i said the chimes were telling me it's all right?
SP: Few things in the game are for cer-tain, but one-s role is one of them.
SP: Ob-tain-ing mas-ter-y as you have en-sures that your pow-er can be trust-ed.
SP: Yours is a skill we des-per-ate-ly could have used.
SP: Giv-en how our own de-cis-ions caused us so much grief.
HH: i suppose
HH: well, as long as i've got to wait
HH: you ever been in a similar situation?
SP: Some-what.
HH: oh?
SP: When I was young-er. I ad-mit, my own un-der-stand-ing of ro-mance is some-what... dis-tant.
HH: well, i had to share mine. only fair for you to share yours.
SP: Fair e-nough.
SP: You are fam-il-i-ar with at least the ba-sics of the div-i-sions be-tween quad-rants, the two con-cil-a-tor-y re-la-tion-ships and the two de-vo-ted to ma-ting part-ner-ships, cor-rect?
HH: i think so
SP: In my case, I have nev-er been heav-il-y in-volved in a flushed or cal-ig-i-nous re-la-tion-ship, and ap-proach-ing ei-ther has al-ways been... awk-ward at best.
HH: how so?
SP: My best guess?
SP: I am not sure I com-plete-ly un-der-stand them.
SP: I have al-ways been some-what re-moved from o-thers. I have served as an aus-pi-tice on oc-ca-sion be-cause my re-clu-sive-ness makes me use-ful as a neu-tral par-ty.
SP: And I have a moi-rail who keeps me on the san-er side, and pre-vents... or ra-ther pre-vent-ed, past tense... me from with-draw-ing from so-ci-e-ty com-plete-ly.
SP: But an-y at-tempts to ap-proach a ma-ting part-ner-ship on my part have ei-ther been ab-and-oned or fum-bled clum-si-ly.
HH: nothing wrong with keeping things platonic, i'd say
SP: Well.
SP: Un-der nor-mal cir-cum-stan-ces, a troll who does not re-pro-duce was culled.
HH: what
SP: When the Im-per-i-al Drone ar-rived at your hive, if you could not pro-duce re-pro-duc-tive ma-ter-i-al from both mate-sprit and kis-me-sis, you were ex-e-cu-ted.
HH: ...
SP: A-gain, un-der nor-mal cir-cum-stan-ces.
HH: your planet was messed up
SP: I think part of my her-mit na-ture was en-cour-aged by my part-ner-ship with one of ver-y few kinds of lus-ii who could e-vade the Drone-s no-tice.
SP: And I sup-pose so.
HH: so what was the situaton?
SP: There was a time when I heav-il-y con-sid-ered ab-and-on-ing my moi-ral-leg-iance to pur-sue a mate-sprit-ship in-stead. Does that make sense?
HH: ah
HH: you ever tell them?
SP: No... I e-ven-tu-al-ly dis-card-ed the i-de-a, be-tween my own in-se-cur-i-ties and trou-bles with such re-la-tion-ships, and an un-cer-tain-ty if the change would be ac-cept-ed.
HH: ah
HH: that stinks
SP: I sup-pose.
HH: oh good grief, i can't stand this any longer
SP: What?
HH: sitting here
SP: Well you do not have to wait here, you know.
HH: may as well explore the place
SP: Though I would col-lect his be-long-ings be-fore you leave. He will like-ly want them back.
HH: right
HH: i'll leave you alone for now, then
HH: thank you for helping me save him
SP: Of course.
SP: You are wel-come.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 23:49 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Drouth Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:01 pm
Vircen: Contact Sigrun
- Spoiler:
- -- rapturousAutonomy [RA] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 16:29 --
RA: Sigrun.
HH: Hello, Virrcen.
RA: oh go-d, yo-'re there.
HH: Is something the matterr?
RA: i'm doing what i said i would & let-ing you know i've found a new spot for my hive.
HH: That's good to hearr. I'm glad you made it safely.
RA: yo- weren't joking about that area being crowded.
RA: thanks.
HH: Wherre did you build it, may I ask?
RA: i c& tel- yo- the exact location, but it isn't very far away from the mountain yo- & yo-r neighbor inhabit.
HH: I think I know the place you mean.
RA: from just that?
RA: impres-ive.
HH: Therre arren't many nearrby places that would be suitable forr a hive that arre not alrready taken.
HH: And you got back to me fairrly quickly, so it can't be verry farr.
HH: It would also need to be suitable forr yourr lusus, which narrrrows things furrtherr.
RA: wel-, i didn't w& to get to- far away, i'd like to be able to visit yo- again without the threat of the sun spe-ding it along.
RA: as for my lusus...
RA: he could make do with anywhere, he has to.
HH: I see.
RA: his overprotectivenes- comes before his convenience it se-ms.
HH: I considerr that a good trrait.
HH: Honorr at times must superrcede prracticality.
HH: Be glad yourr lusus places yourr carre at such a high prriorrity. I know some whose lusii don't.
RA: inde-d, he is a go-d lusus.
RA: Are you speaking of your neighbor's?
HH: Oh?
RA: i as-ume the neighbor who previously complained about yo-r musical talent is the shouting gre-nblo-d.
RA: Am I cor-ect?
HH: Yes, that would be Guilla.
HH: You have made his acquaintance?
HH: I am sorrrry.
RA: in a man-er of speaking.
RA: i noticed his hive, or what is left of it at least.
RA: i thought it was ab&oned, before he came out &... introduced himself.
HH: Ah.
HH: His lusus is rratherr destrructive.
RA: i did not se- it.
HH: You saw its rresults
RA: perhaps i'm lucky that is al- i saw.
HH: Guilla may be a fool of the highest caliberr, but he wouldn't be rrash enough to destrroy his hive.
RA: he's rather insulting though, isn't he?
HH: That is a bit like saying the sun is warrm.
RA: his const& implications of my worthles-nes- shouldn't have gone unanswered.
HH: I can underrstand it, somewhat.
RA: the things i do to avoid blo-dshed...
HH: He has this need to be in powerr, but his rrank is fairrly low, and seeing one who rrefuses to display his own status?
RA: that was part of it, yes.
RA: it was more his complaining about my wasting his time, despite him blocking my path in the first place.
HH: ...ah.
HH: Yes, he does that.
RA: but he isn't import&, let us talk about yo- for a moment, shal- we?
HH: If you prreferr.
RA: have yo- be-n ke-ping up with yo-r practice?
HH: I have.
RA: that's go-d to hear, have yo- se-n any improvements?
HH: Not parrticularrly, I'm afrraid.
RA: did yo- take my sug-estions for ke-ping... Guil-a? out of yo-r hair?
HH: Not yet.
RA: that's a shame.
RA: perhaps i can help with that on my next visit.
HH: I would apprreciate it.
RA: se-ing as i have a lot of experience modifying hives.
RA: & it is les- dangerous than dodging spears.
HH: I will grrant you that.
RA: it wil- have to wait until i have finished camouflaging my hive, but i won't ke-p yo- waiting to- long.
HH: All rright. It's no rrush.
RA: speaking of, Diomedes has returned with sup-lies.
RA: i'l- talk to yo- later Sigrun.
HH: May I ask you something firrst?
RA: certainly.
HH: When you werre looking forr a place forr yourr hive, why did you decline my invitation?
HH: It was close to sunrrise and needlessly dangerrous forr you to keep wanderring.
HH: You don't strrike me as the rreckless type.
RA: don't take this the wrong way, but i wasn't sure i could trust yo- not to take a pe-k.
HH: At yourr blood?
RA: among other reasons...
HH: You needn't have worrrried.
RA: Yes.
HH: I'm not the type to strrike someone when they'rre down.
HH: If I aim to drraw yourr blood, be assurred that you will be arrmed and facing me.
RA: so it se-ms.
RA: that's comforting to know, Sigrun.
HH: It's nothing.
HH: As I said beforre, honorr superrcedes prracticality.
RA: yes, & it's admirable that yo- se-m to stick to that so adam&ly.
HH: Well, what point is therre to having a code you can abandon at the firrst sign of trrouble?
RA: perhaps i should have taken yo- up on yo-r of-er before...
RA: ah, inde-d!
RA: never ab&on yo-r code Sigrun, it's quite uplifting to know there are others like me.
RA: but real-y, i must get going
HH: Is that a hint?
RA: perhaps.
HH: I won't keep you.
RA: so long Sigrun.
HH: Good day.
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 17:42 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:23 am
Apparently, I had these logs and I totally forgot to post them. Whoops.
Anyways, Foraii's first contact with Evan after entering the Medium.
-- sereneFlorist [SF] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
And just for fun, Vircen tries to make a man out of Matt.
Anyways, Foraii's first contact with Evan after entering the Medium.
-- sereneFlorist [SF] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
- Spoiler:
- SF: Greetingz hooman
PS: ♪♫ hey ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ sup ♪♫
SF: I am one of the Makerz
SF: We are rezponzible for yoor world
PS: ♪♫ oh yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ that ♭unch of trolls right ♪♫
SF: Yez, we are trollz
SF: Boot we are alzo the Makerz
PS: ♪♫ yeah my friends were saying stuff a♭out that ♪♫
SF: I have come to
SF: To
SF: Oom, I forget
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ s'ok man happens to me all the time ♪♫
SF: Yez, boot it haz been more freqooent lately
SF: I am not soore what I shoold
SF: Wait no, I am lozing track here
SF: The otherz have azked me to zpeak with yoo aboot the Zezzion
PS: ♪♫ k ♪♫
SF: Each of ooz haz been given the tazk of azzizting yoo in yoor qooezt
SF: Zo that yoo may become the Noo Makerz
PS: ♪♫ wait whoa ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ whatre we making now? ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i havent heard this part ♭efore ♪♫
SF: Wait
SF: Maybe I wazn't zuppozed to zay that joozt yet
SF: The otherz did not give me inztrooktionz on how thiz workz
PS: ♪♫ no worries ♪♫
SF: They have not been very helpfool lately
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah ive heard some stories a♭out your friends ♪♫
SF: They are good friendz
SF: Boot terrible leaderz
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
SF: Yoor leader doez not zeem zo different
PS: ♪♫ do we have a leader ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i mean i just got in ♭ut it looks like this is a whole lot of do your own thing ♪♫
SF: Wait, I thooght yoo were
SF: Oom
SF: Never mind
PS: ♪♫ k ♪♫
SF: That iz not important right now
PS: ♪♫ alright fair enough ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hey im gonna tinker with this alchemy thing here while you get your cards straightened out ♪♫
SF: What iz important iz that yoo are the one rezponzible for the Birth
PS: ♪♫ whats that ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ part of the making thing? ♪♫
SF: Zomething like that
PS: ♪♫ cool ♪♫
SF: Yoo will be rezponzible for the creation of
SF: Wait, hang on
SF: Zigroon wrote thiz down zomewhere
SF: I think
SF: Here it iz
PS: ♪♫ oh so you guys do have names ♪♫
SF: Yez, we have namez mooch like yoo
PS: ♪♫ cool ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ what do they call you man ♪♫
SF: I am Foraii
PS: ♪♫ cool ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ im evan ♪♫
SF: Pleazed to meet yoo Evan
PS: ♪♫ you too ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so anyway whats this note say ♪♫
SF: What note?
PS: ♪♫ well you said zigroon wrote something down for me ♪♫
SF: I did?
SF: Wait, yez, I did
PS: ♪♫ yeah dude scroll up ♪♫
SF: Zhe zaid "The One Who Will Create The Heroes"
PS: ♪♫ huh ♪♫
SF: Zomething like that I think
PS: ♪♫ lost me ♪♫
SF: I'm paraphrazing
PS: ♪♫ ah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ no worries, game thing, ill figure it out when i find it pro♭ly ♪♫
SF: Yeah, it'z kind of confoozing to tell yoo the trooth
PS: ♪♫ yeah no kidding ♪♫
SF: Bazically, zhe waz the Mother
SF: A role yoo will share
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ im a guy dude ♪♫
SF: Zo?
PS: ♪♫ mothers arent guys ♪♫
SF: Like I zaid
SF: It'z confoozing
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ dont worry a♭out it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ oh cool, okay i think i figured this thing out ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ anyway ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so youre gonna ♭e my info guy for this game huh ♪♫
SF: Yez
PS: ♪♫ cool ♪♫
SF: The otherz deemed me worthy of the tazk
PS: ♪♫ any tips ♪♫
SF: Boot honeztly, I think they joozt wanted to get rid of me
PS: ♪♫ whys that ♪♫
SF: I have been pazzive for mozt of oor time together
SF: Boot lately, I have become zomething of a meddler
SF: Their planz to go against the Wize One do not zit well with me
PS: ♪♫ the who now ♪♫
SF: The Wize One iz the one who haz denied ooz of oor glory az the Makerz
SF: We broke the roolz and were poonizhed
SF: The otherz do not believe they dezerve thiz fate
SF: Boot I oonderztand
PS: ♪♫ so whatcha gonna do ♪♫
SF: I will follow the code of the Makerz
SF: And azzizt yoo hoomanz in yoor Azenzion
PS: ♪♫ cool ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so its part of winning the game then ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ awesome ♪♫
SF: Boot firzt, a qooeztion
SF: I am the one who keepz track of oor...companionzhip
SF: And I have taken an interezt in hoomanz and their companionzhip
SF: Boot yoor methodz zeem different than oorz
PS: ♪♫ uh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ okay you lost me again ♪♫
SF: Hoomanz, how do they work?
PS: ♪♫ wait are you asking me if im interested in someone? ♪♫
SF: Not joozt yoo, boot yoor friendz az well
SF: I cannot tell if yoor speziez iz the zame az oors in thiz matter
PS: ♪♫ uh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i think its different ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ from what my friends said your friends said ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ im not really the guy to ask a♭out that kinda thing ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ thats more joans field ♪♫
SF: Joan?
SF: Who iz Joan?
PS: ♪♫ mt ♪♫
SF: Oh, that one
SF: The one who infooriatez Gooilla
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
SF: She iz the bezt in thiz matter?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
SF: Then I moozt zpeak to her at onze
SF: It waz a pleazoore zpeaking with yoo
SF: Oom
PS: ♪♫ you too ♪♫
SF: Hooman whoze name ezacapez me
PS: ♪♫ evan ♪♫
SF: Evan
PS: ♪♫ or ninja, your ♭lue friend likes that one ♪♫
SF: Very well, I bid yoo farewell for now Ninja Hooman Evan
PS: ♪♫ see ya ♪♫
-- sereneFlorist [SF] ceased pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
And just for fun, Vircen tries to make a man out of Matt.
- Spoiler:
- -- rapturousAutonomy [RA] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
RA: let's get down to busines-
RA: to defeat the imps
RA: did they send me scholars
RA: when i asked for scribes?
FS: ~Another troll I take it?
RA: yo-'re the sad-est bunch i've ever met
FS: ~Why do you guys keep bothering me
RA: but you can bet
RA: before we're through
RA: mister i'l-
RA: make a man
RA: out of yo-
FS: ~Wait, what?
RA: tranquil as a forest
RA: but on fire within
RA: once yo- find your center
RA: yo- are sure to win
FS: ~I'll keep that in mind
RA: yo-'re a spineles-, pale, pathetic lot
RA: & yo- haven't got a clue
RA: somehow 'l-
FS: ~I'm not that pale
RA: make a man
RA: out of yo-
RA: be a man
RA: we must be swift as the coursing river
RA: be a man
FS: ~Is this a pep talk?
RA: with al- the force of a great typho-n
RA: be a man
RA: with al- the strenght of a raging fire
FS: ~Because it doesn't feel very peppy
RA: mysterious as the dark side of
RA: the mo-n
RA: time is racing toward us
RA: til- the imps ar-ive
RA: he-d my every order
FS: ~No, they're right there
FS: ~I am staring right at them
RA: & yo- might survive
RA: yo-'re unsuited for
RA: the rage of war
RA: so pack up
RA: go home
RA: yo-'re through
FS: ~Hey, I've been doing pretty good so far
RA: how could I
RA: make a man
RA: out of yo-?
FS: ~Bite me
RA: be a man
RA: We must be swift as the coursing river
RA: be a man
RA: with al- the force of a great typho-n
FS: ~Wait, make up your mind
RA: be a man
RA: with al- the strength of a raging fire
RA: mysterious as the dark said of the mo-n
FS: ~Do you want me to give up or be a man?
RA: be a man
RA: we must be swift as the coursing river
RA: be a man
RA: with al- the force of a great typho-n
RA: be a man
RA: with al- the strength of a raging fire
RA: mysterious as the dark side of
RA: the mo-n!
FS: ~Fine then
FS: ~I will take your advice
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] zooms in on facelessSchemer [FS]'s face --
RA: yo- inspired?
FS: ~Not at all
RA: then I gues- I'l- have to sing it again!
FS: ~But if it gets you to shut up faster, then fine
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] clears his throat --
FS: ~I am inspired
RA: oh go-d.
RA: my work here is done
RA: & guil-a said yo-'d be impos-ible to deal with.
FS: ~Yes, congratulations
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] ceased pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
FS: ~What an idiot
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:36 pm
TRIPLE ECTOLOG POST GO GO GO (Ob you may want to edit Evan's logs)
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began trolling petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began trolling petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: You look ill.
HH: Arre you all rright, Ninja?
PS: ♪♫ huh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ oh its you again ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ thought you guys put foraii on dealing with me ♪♫
HH: I do not think Forraii has the rrequisite experrtise forr this parrticularr situation.
PS: ♪♫ i dont think any♭ody does ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ what the hell just happened ♪♫
HH: I, howeverr, found myself in yourr position durring ourr session.
PS: ♪♫ huh ♪♫
HH: Congrratulations, Ninja. You arre a motherr.
PS: ♪♫ i think youre a little confused ♪♫
HH: Did you not just crreate life?
PS: ♪♫ one the machine did that i just pushed ♭uttons ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ two im kinda not the right gender for motherhood ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ dammit why wont you all hold still for five minutes ♪♫
HH: I have not moved.
PS: ♪♫ no not you ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ them ♪♫
HH: Ah, the wrrigglerrs.
PS: ♪♫ theyre doin plenty of that alright i wish theyd stop ♪♫
HH: An interresting turrn of events, is it not?
PS: ♪♫ oh good janitor ladys rounding them up ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah i guess thats one way to put it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ my ♭rains just ♭een deep fried im not exactly all here ♪♫
HH: The implications especially.
HH: Oh?
PS: ♪♫ fuck ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ oh shit ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ gah ♪♫
HH: Is something the matterr?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ your fucking implications ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ augh ♪♫
HH: You find the self-perrpetuating naturre of Sgrrub to be disturrbing?
PS: ♪♫ a little ♪♫
HH: I find it quite fascinating that it manages to crreate its own playerrs in such a contained mannerr.
PS: ♪♫ i mean it kind of shoots the idea of free will in the head ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut thats not ♪♫
HH: That is a discussion forr one morre philosophical than I.
PS: ♪♫ not really what im worried a♭out ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ not my forte either ♪♫
HH: They won't die in yourr carre.
PS: ♪♫ shit let me check the machine again may♭e i read it wrong ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i dont think they can get out of this room ♪♫
HH: Afterr all, they arre yourr companions.
HH: Sgrrub will see to that. Just be patient.
PS: ♪♫ unless they get stuck in the elevator i dont think they can get hurt ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ fuck ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ no ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ read it right ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ dammit ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ goddammit ♪♫
HH: You keep currsing.
HH: What prrecisely do you find so distrressing?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] pounds his head on the appearifyer's keyboard. --
HH: Please do not destrroy the ectobiology equipment.
PS: ♪♫ what good is it now ♪♫
HH: I believe the ensuing explosion would kill you, and I believe you have alrready done that once.
PS: ♪♫ its already done its thing ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ not to mention ruined shit to hell and ♭ack ♪♫
HH: How so?
PS: ♪♫ look at this ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ can you see the screen ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ you guys can see us right ♪♫
HH: I can.
HH: That would be the Knight's lusus?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: And yourrs?
PS: ♪♫ her sister and my cousin yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ fuck ♪♫
HH: I fail to underrstand yourr concerrn.
PS: ♪♫ we got cloned from the same parents genius ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ were si♭lings ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ freaking twins practically ♪♫
HH: I am unfamiliarr with that terrm.
PS: ♪♫ waht ♪♫
HH: Siblings.
HH: What is that?
PS: ♪♫ you dont have ♭rothers or sisters? ♪♫
HH: No.
PS: ♪♫ ask your friends one of em had to have family ♭efore you guys played the game ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ its statistically impossi♭le not to ♪♫
HH: I begin to underrstand why my companions grrew frrustrrated explaining ourr rrelationships to you.
PS: ♪♫ foraii gave me the crash course ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ mostly cause he wanted to quiz me a♭out ours ♪♫
HH: Then you underrstand that trrolls do not have family units.
PS: ♪♫ no i think he skipped that part ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ok ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
HH: We arre hatched as grrubs and rraised alone by a lusus.
PS: ♪♫ oh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so how do you know who youre related to? ♪♫
HH: I believe that thrrough my ectobiology, I am the only trroll on Alterrnia to everr have seen my prrogenitorr.
PS: ♪♫ seriously ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ holy shit ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ok i guess i have to kinda explain this then ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ humans dont do that ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ when we ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ whats the word ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ matesprits ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ when two of em shack up most of the time they stick together and raise their kids together ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ theres exceptions ♭ut thats the average ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ the other kids who share your parents are your si♭lings ♪♫
HH: I see.
HH: But I still don't see yourr concerrn.
PS: ♪♫ you dont pick a si♭ling for your matesprit ♪♫
HH: Why not?
PS: ♪♫ its just wrong, unless youre from ala♭ama they do that kinda thing there ♪♫
HH: What is Alabama?
PS: ♪♫ place ♭ack on our world, really ♭ackwoods mountainous area ♪♫
HH: Only mountain and forrest dwellerrs take siblings as matesprrits?
HH: ~<_<~
PS: ♪♫ i guess some other places might ♭ut thats the only one i really know of ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ plus its ♭ad for any kids you might have, more likely to show up with weird sicknesses or mutations ♪♫
HH: I see.
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ you see the pro♭lem then ♪♫
HH: Somewhat, though I cannot fathom why it is such a grrave issue.
PS: ♪♫ ok ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ see me here ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ see this ♭a♭y is eris ♪♫
HH: You have five companions.
HH: Humans only need one mate forr rreprroduction.
PS: ♪♫ well yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ fuck ♪♫
HH: Can you not just solicit one of them?
PS: ♪♫ on the one hand theres joan and hell she might just go for that ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut jesus eris and i... well shit you see what im trying to say here? ♪♫
HH: No rromantic attachment, rred orr black, towarrd the otherrs?
PS: ♪♫ well the guys are out, so its less five options and more two ♪♫
HH: Why arre they out?
PS: ♪♫ let me guess ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ gender doesnt play a role in troll reproduction ♪♫
HH: Did Forraii explain the Imperrial Drrone?
PS: ♪♫ vaguely ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ he explained the ♭ucket thing ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ and why it pisses you guys off ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut im right arent i ♪♫
HH: The filial pails do not have genderr rrequirrements, corrrrect.
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ see humans require a pair of two different genders for the process ♪♫
HH: I see.
PS: ♪♫ so even if i were attracted to other guys, i couldnt ever have kids with one ♪♫
HH: I wonderr.
PS: ♪♫ what ♪♫
HH: Can you still use the ectobiology equipment?
PS: ♪♫ i guess ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i mean i dont really know how to ♭eyond just keep pushing this one ♭utton ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut its not looking at anyone right now ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ may♭e the janitor knows ♪♫
HH: If you arre trruly that concerrned about rreprroduction, could you not simply rrepurrpose the machines to tarrget you and yourr companions?
HH: The janitorr?
HH: The one with...dearr lorrd.
PS: ♪♫ ah jesus why now ♪♫
HH: Why...is she wearring that on herr head?
PS: ♪♫ i think shes ♭rain damaged ♪♫
HH: It's wildly inapprroprriate forr the wrrigglerrs to see.
PS: ♪♫ shes got the attention span of a mouse with coffee ♪♫
HH: What is a mouse?
PS: ♪♫ little furry squeaking pest ♪♫
HH: I see.
PS: ♪♫ gimme a sec ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] removes the bucket from Sanitation Chief's head. --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the bucket to a closet. --
HH: Thank you.
PS: ♪♫ so ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ what happens now? ♪♫
HH: Be patient.
HH: Sgrrub will take carre of Skaia's saviorrs.
PS: ♪♫ guess that works ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ dont much like the idea of leaving em here ♭y themselves ♪♫
HH: The Derrsite can attend to them.
PS: ♪♫ i guess ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ augh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i guess theres no more putting it off ♪♫
HH: Hm?
PS: ♪♫ gotta tell eris a♭out this ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ uh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ could you do me a favor and keep this quiet? ♪♫
HH: I give you my worrd.
PS: ♪♫ owe you one ♪♫
HH: This will stay between the two of us, Ninja.
PS: ♪♫ thanks ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ its evan ♭y the way ♪♫
HH: I will rrememberr that.
PS: ♪♫ cause frankly ♪♫
HH: My name is Sigrrun.
PS: ♪♫ i make a pretty goddamn shitty ninja ♪♫
HH: The rroles arre meant as challenges.
HH: I myself neverr trruly fit mine, eitherr.
PS: ♪♫ whatd you get? ♪♫
HH: I was the Witch of Might.
PS: ♪♫ kind of an odd com♭ination ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well good to meet you formally then sigrun ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ wish it coulda ♭een under ♭etter circumstances ♪♫
HH: Likewise.
HH: I wish you luck with yourr dilemma.
PS: ♪♫ thanks for the insight ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ gonna need it ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] ceased being trolled by hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
- Spoiler:
- PS: ♪♫ hey ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ you there? ♪♫
HH: present
HH: something up, or is this a friendly chat?
PS: ♪♫ uh sorta ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭oth i guess ♪♫
HH: i might've known...we never get to have friendly chats anymore
PS: ♪♫ yeah well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i hear that happens post apocalypse ♪♫
HH: i suppose
HH: be nice, though
HH: watch the world end, enjoy some tea
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: may as well enjoy yourself if you know the ultimate outcome, right?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so whats everyone up to? im kind of out of the loop here, ♭een ♭usy for a ♭it ♪♫
HH: not entirely sure
HH: i've lost track between everything that's gone on
HH: i know matt's working on the genesis frog
PS: ♪♫ whats that ♪♫
HH: i think joan's working through a timeline issue
HH: shea i haven't spoken to since i first visited her land after i died
HH: our universe if i'm taking ly's word for it
PS: ♪♫ our universe is a frog? ♪♫
HH: i didn't program the game
PS: ♪♫ yeah true not important anyway ♪♫
HH: right, our universe is completely irrelevant to our very existences
HH: interesting philosophical standpoint, ev
PS: ♪♫ thats not what i meant smartass ♪♫
HH: =P
PS: ♪♫ i guess its sidequest time for every♭ody then ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ thats where ive ♭een ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ still kind of am right now ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ not ♭ack to loqal yet ♪♫
HH: i'm still not sure what my sidequest is supposed to be
HH: i know you find them when you explore, but let's face it
HH: i spent a lot of time on derse, and when i was awake and exploring, i wasn't precisely focused on exploration so much as explosions
HH: i do hope i didn't blow up my sidequest
PS: ♪♫ yeah that would kinda suck ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i got the gist some of those are pretty important from the trolls ♪♫
HH: please, it's not like the universe is at stake or anything
HH: that's matt's problem
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah i guess ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ some quests are more important than others? ♪♫
HH: further proof that i am perhaps the worst knight the game could have possibly chosen
PS: ♪♫ hey i dunno a♭out that ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ not sure some of us coulda done much ♭etter ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ and hell like im a ♭etter ninja? ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ may♭e we all got the wrong slots ♪♫
HH: how many knights do you know who are incapable of coping with death?
HH: or go on mad rampages through their lands?
HH: or hell, deliberately set up sneak attacks on their foes?
HH: knights are about facing things with dignity and honor
HH: i don't do that
HH: never have
HH: doubt i can learn now
HH: i just don't want to drive things further into the pit of ultimate fuckupery than we already have
HH: i can't salvage my role, but a sidequest? i can probably manage.
PS: ♪♫ i dont think thats gonna ♭e a pro♭lem really ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah i guess ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah in loqal theres this cave with a warp zone thing in it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ kind of a ♭eam me up scotty thing ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ takes you up to some kind of asteroid field ♪♫
HH: i see you've mastered the ninja art of teleportation
PS: ♪♫ heh well ♭atting one instead of zero at least ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ specifically it goes to this one rock with some kind of la♭oratory on it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ lots of weird equipment ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ dunno what some of it did ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut most of it was cloning tech ♪♫
HH: clones?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: ev, i thought we agreed not to make any bids for world domination without each other's help =(
PS: ♪♫ its not like i was making an army ♪♫
HH: good
PS: ♪♫ the whole thing was mostly automated anwyay ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ the computer kinda did most of the work ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i just pushed a few ♭uttons ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ and there was this person there ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ like the people on prospit ♭ut ♭lack ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ think she was some kinda janitor ♪♫
HH: dersite, then
PS: ♪♫ i guess ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ shes still here ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ shes kinda giving me a hand ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut yeah like i said not making an army ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ theres only twelve of em ♪♫
HH: ...
HH: really?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: you're starting a religion now?
PS: ♪♫ heh no ♪♫
HH: that does fall somewhat under the world domination umbrella
PS: ♪♫ i dump statted charisma remem♭er ♪♫
HH: machiavelli god then
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ theres kind of an issue ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ lets ♭e ♭lunt ♪♫
HH: that's fair
HH: we've rather failed at being sharp
PS: ♪♫ heh... ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ half the clones are us ♪♫
HH: ev
HH: are you sure you didn't hit your head or something?
PS: ♪♫ pretty sure ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i can fly now remem♭er ♪♫
HH: i mean, i know maths has never been your strongest subject, but two is not half of twelve
PS: ♪♫ oh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ no ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut six is ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ you me matt shea rick joan ♪♫
HH: i see
HH: um
HH: who exactly are we cloned from?
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ the machine kinda went through this thing ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ cloned a ♭unch of people ♪♫
HH: yes, you said
PS: ♪♫ just watched it run could see around where they lived and stuff ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so even the ones i didnt recognize i could figure out who was who ♪♫
HH: it's a facebook machine?
PS: ♪♫ i guess? ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i mean theres no logo on it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ wait ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ theres the s♭ur♭ logo on it and the spiraly circle thing from the install screen ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ and the same triangly sym♭ol thats on the warp zone ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut im getting sidetracked ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ they were all relatives of ours ♪♫
HH: i gathered from the whole cloning thing
HH: we would be genetically related
PS: ♪♫ matts grandma, ricks maid, sheas and joans dads, your sister, and drake ♪♫
HH: ...
HH: i'm cloned from sis?
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ sort of ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ halfway ♪♫
HH: guess it's a damned good thing personality doesn't transfer
PS: ♪♫ like ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ shes kind of your mom ♭asically ♪♫
HH: i gathered
PS: ♪♫ and ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ uh ♪♫
HH: again, the cloning thing
PS: ♪♫ drakes your dad ♪♫
HH: ...
HH: well
HH: that does certainly explain the pyromaniacal tendencies
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ thats kind of the pro♭lem ♪♫
HH: what about you?
PS: ♪♫ same ♪♫
HH: the pyromania?
HH: never thought you had it in you
PS: ♪♫ no ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i mean ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ shit ♪♫
HH: i'm not liking the direction this is taking
PS: ♪♫ this is like some twisted joke for some demented gods amusement ♪♫
HH: please tell me you're not implying what i think you are
PS: ♪♫ i guess i should just stop implying then ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i said i shuld ♭e ♭lunt after all ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ fuck ♪♫
HH: no, that's fine
HH: no need to stop implying
HH: because if i don't hear the outright facts, i don't have to think on it
PS: ♪♫ jesus hell ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ what the hell am i supposed to do ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ spend another god knows how long in a ♭rain scram♭led coma ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ janitor lady thought i died on my feet, was trying to give me mouth to mouth ♪♫
HH: gasp!
HH: are you cheating on me now? =O
PS: ♪♫ no, she kinda got distracted ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ its really easy to do apparently ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ these guys dont have very strong attention spans ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut ♪♫
HH: i'm not sure about that
PS: ♪♫ hell ♪♫
HH: jack was pretty darn focused
PS: ♪♫ i dont think jeanne counts ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ or jack ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hes like an officer or something right ♪♫
HH: i think we can safely call him a wildcard
PS: ♪♫ thought thats what they called jeanne ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ or is he our wildcard ♪♫
HH: considering jack was a highly ranked agent in the middle of planning regidice on his own kingdom?
PS: ♪♫ got it ♪♫
HH: jeanne's just broken in the brain pan
HH: um
HH: please don't pull a jeanne on us
PS: ♪♫ youre godmode im not and i dont have a ring i dont think you have anything to worry a♭out ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ at least ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ on that su♭ject ♪♫
HH: i'm just giving you a hard time, calm down
PS: ♪♫ theres goddamn plenty of other stuff to ♭e worried a♭out ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ fuck eris ♪♫
HH: i think that would be the problem given your cloning news
PS: ♪♫ what the hell are we supposed to do now ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ my ♭rain is ♭arely working ♪♫
HH: you want my honest first suggestion?
PS: ♪♫ the troll showing up didnt help ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ♭ut ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ please ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ anything right now ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just ♪♫
HH: i'll go blow the lock off sis's liquor cabinet
HH: we can get pissed
HH: should help
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
HH: or, honestly, create entirely new but related problems
HH: either way
PS: ♪♫ im 90 percent sure drake has a liquor stash i could dig out ♪♫
HH: i'm sorry, i'm not going to be much help
HH: i refuse to let my mind dwell on this
HH: because once i do, i'm no longer going to function properly
HH: and i'm going to fight my denizen soon, so i need my head
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ shit ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ didnt think of that ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ wouldve kept my mouth shut ♪♫
HH: i'd've found out eventually
PS: ♪♫ hell if id had even the slightest idea this was going to ♭e what would happen i would have just ♭lown the damn cave up in the first place ♪♫
HH: yes, that would have averted this snag
HH: by ensuring none of us ever existed
HH: think, man
PS: ♪♫ goddamn time shit ♪♫
HH: agreed
PS: ♪♫ just ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ shit ♪♫
HH: i know
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just ♪♫
HH: this would be the perfect time to tell me you're kidding
PS: ♪♫ fuck you think i would joke a♭out this ♪♫
HH: no
HH: but you can pretend you are so we can ignore it
HH: so i don't have to register the fact that i've been snogging my brother
PS: ♪♫ theres a part of my ♭rain thats up for that, its the part that says society is dead so who gives a damn ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just... ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i guess go deal with your denizen while you still can ♪♫
HH: it can wait a bit
HH: i mean
HH: can't remember what it's called, but that part of your brain that goes ew at incest?
HH: more to do with being *raised* as siblings
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: and
HH: well
HH: it's not like there are a lot of options for operation repopulation
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: i don't know
HH: this
HH: doesn't really seem like the kind of problem we can handle over pc
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ thats why i said go deal with your denizen ♪♫
HH: k
PS: ♪♫ thatll give me time to get things straightened up here and get ♭ack to lomag ♪♫
HH: all right
PS: ♪♫ just ♪♫
HH: meet me at my house, all right?
PS: ♪♫ do me a favor ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ if you see drake lemme know ♪♫
HH: i will
HH: oh
PS: ♪♫ i havent seen him since i got in ♪♫
HH: and ev?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: ...i hope you find him in better health than i found sis
HH: anyway
HH: this
HH: this clone thing?
HH: does not leave this window
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ no pro♭lem ♪♫
HH: i'll be done shortly, i hope
PS: ♪♫ ill see you in a ♭it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ good luck ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: all right, heading toward dullahan's tower now
SP: You are pre-pared for this chal-lenge now?
HH: no sense in putting it off
SP: A-greed.
HH: almost wish i hadn't answered =/
SP: Par-don?
HH: i was mentally prepped for this, but i just got done talking with evan
HH: let's say my concentration is somewhat sub-optimal
SP: Your ex-pres-sion is not one I would as-so-ci-ate with such a dis-cus-sion.
HH: what's that supposed to mean?
SP: I was un-der the im-pres-sion your re-la-tion-ship with the Nin-ja was on bet-ter terms than your cur-rent ex-pres-sion sug-gests.
HH: that was rather the topic of discussion
SP: Ah.
SP: Do you wish to dis-cuss it or should I not press?
HH: um
HH: what's the troll policy on deliberately violating a social more that's been ingrained since childhood?
SP: It de-pends on the troll I sup-pose.
SP: One of our own, for ex-am-ple, fla-grant-ly dis-plays his dis-taste for the he-mo-spec-trum by shroud-ing his pos-i-tion there-in, for ex-am-ple.
HH: suppose one of your royal kill machines catches you
HH: imprisonment, hefty fine?
HH: or is it just death for everything from littering on up?
SP: For dis-guis-ing one-s blood col-or? I am not sure that is a crime.
HH: let's...move away from the hemospectrum
SP: Ver-y well.
HH: i mean, i don't even know where i'd fall on the bloody thing
SP: I do not think it qual-i-fies as all hu-mans have red blood cor-rect?
HH: right
HH: though guilla was pretty well convinced i'm a brown blood?
SP: Due to your text col-or.
HH: ...
HH: that is the stupidest thing i've heard today
HH: well, second stupidest
SP: Most trolls use their caste shade for an-y form of i-den-ti-fi-ca-tion.
SP: The text we use, the sym-bols we wear.
SP: Hence why I type in yel-low.
HH: ah
SP: There are ex-cep-tions of course.
SP: But this does not ans-wer your quest-ion.
SP: My ap-ol-o-gies.
HH: all right then...
HH: let's say you're in a relationship with someone
HH: and you find out you're related
HH: really really closely related
SP: Much like we six are, per-haps?
HH: the clone thing?
SP: Ah, you are a-ware of the sys-tem then.
SP: Yes.
HH: that was what evan and i were discussing
SP: Oh. He per-formed that task for you then? I ad-mit, I have not been look-ing in-to that much, that was an-oth-er-s du-ty in our ses-sion.
HH: yes, he did
SP: I see.
HH: and he discovered that he and i are essentially twins
SP: Twins?
HH: siblings with near identical genetic codes
SP: Sib-ling? I do not know this word.
HH: same parent
SP: I be-lieve I have be-come some-what lost. Do hu-mans keep re-cord of their pre-gen-i-tors?
HH: ...
HH: trolls don't?
SP: No.
HH: we're usually raised by them
SP: We are hatched en masse, left to fend for our-selves as grubs un-til we co-coon, e-merge, pass our tri-als, and gain our lus-us, who then rai-ses us.
HH: that seems needlessly overly complex
SP: I sup-pose.
HH: suffice it to say that siblings in relationships is generally a thing that is not done in polite society
SP: I see.
SP: And you had in-ten-ded to do so?
HH: intended, nothing
HH: we were
SP: I see.
SP: I will be hon-est with you Er-is, I can-not quite see the is-sue. The so-ci-e-ty you re-fer to no lon-ger ex-ists, to start.
SP: Not to men-tion the i-de-a it-self is per-plex-ing.
HH: yes, i get it, your society is what ours would be like if its parents dropped acid before coming to term and then suffered a head injury or six
SP: o_o
HH: sorry
HH: this was just not the best information to discover right before facing dullahan
SP: So I see.
SP: I can-not give you the ad-vice you seek for your ro-man-tic dif-fi-cul-ties, I fear. Be-tween the dif-fer-en-ces in our cul-tures and my own ro-man-tic in-ep-ti-tude, I will be more harm than aid.
SP: How-ev-er, I can ad-vise you on your o-ther is-sue.
HH: you did ask
SP: I did.
SP: And I ap-ol-o-gize for pry-ing where I could not as-sist.
SP: What I sug-gest is, for now, put it out of your mind.
SP: Do not re-gard the sub-ject at all.
HH: working on it
HH: going to talk things over after i take care of this
SP: Yes, that would be wise.
SP: You are clo-ser than I ex-pec-ted.
HH: current goal right now is to keep it under our hats
SP: I pre-sume this means you wish my si-lence as well.
HH: yes
SP: Of course.
HH: all right...
HH: so
HH: tell me about this bastard
HH: so far all i know is that he takes faces
SP: Yes.
SP: Dul-la-han al-so has con-trol of the mir-rors, and can use them for trav-el.
HH: that's cheap
HH: trust me, i'm an expert on taking cheap shots
SP: The Den-i-zen is sup-posed to be your fin-al in-div-id-u-al chal-lenge.
HH: sburb didn't assign roles very well
SP: It willl be an-y-thing but ea-sy.
SP: As I have sta-ted be-fore, the roles are as much a chal-lenge as the en-e-mies you face.
HH: so a knight with no concept of fair combat?
SP: No less out-lan-dish than a Bard with no tal-ent for sto-ry or song.
HH: i guess
HH: so...does he just steal your face no questions asked, or is there a riddle or puzzle i need to fail
SP: His pow-er is some-what lim-i-ted.
SP: To the dead he can claim what-ev-er he finds, as their souls can-not re-sist.
SP: But to the liv-ing he is bound by his con-nec-tion to the mir-rors.
HH: wait
SP: He can on-ly claim the fa-ces of those whose re-flec-tions turn.
HH: the dead?
SP: Yes.
HH: ...oh i really hope this doesn't mean what i think it does
SP: He has been feed-ing off the Un-der-lings as of late, ac-tu-al-ly.
HH: and what do you mean those whose reflections turn?
SP: As the Con-sorts have been in hi-ding more and more.
SP: What?
HH: translate, please
SP: If your e-mo-tions change and al-ter your ex-pres-sion while in the view of his mir-rors, his pow-er is a-ble to claim it.
HH: ...
HH: bugger
SP: Par-don?
HH: an expression of distaste
SP: Hence my wor-ry.
HH: you do remember that my temper nearly got me actually killed?
SP: Yes.
SP: Though I was un-der the im-pres-sion you have been much more a-ble to con-trol such since your as-cen-sion.
HH: a bit
HH: but i wasn't precisely expecting the surprise, you're my clone sister! chat to happen
HH: so i'm a bit out of sorts
HH: though...it's not like waiting will improve things
HH: we've still got leblanc to deal with
SP: Yes.
HH: so i may as well just have a go now
HH: and let's face it
HH: i've already survived losing my head once
SP: Let us try to not re-peat the in-ci-dent then.
HH: don't have to tell me twice
HH: well, here goes
HH: ...
HH: um
HH: ly
SP: Yes?
HH: i'm not imagining that, am i?
SP: o_o
SP: How
SP: Oh
HH: bloody hell i knew i should've captchalogued my head
SP: Un-mer-ci-ful an-ces-tors.
SP: Well.
SP: As I said.
SP: From the dead an-y-thing can be ta-ken.
HH: permission to lose my head?
HH: figuratively
SP: I would not ad-vise it. Note the walls a-bout you.
HH: figures
HH: well
HH: suppose i'll just have to trust the chimes
SP: That would be wise. Use ev-er-y ad-van-tage at your dis-po-sal.
HH: um
SP: This is the last and great-est test of your a-bil-i-ties meant to be faced a-lone.
HH: if i don't make it out of this
HH: will you give my regards to evan?
SP: I will. But let us not dwell on fail-ure that has not yet oc-curred.
HH: i don't plan on it
HH: just...covering my bases
SP: I see.
HH: well, wish me luck
SP: I shall.
SP: Though I will be wat-ching.
HH: so no pressure
HH: got it
SP: Of course.
HH: sending this git to the glue factory where he belongs
HH: ...
HH: all right
HH: that
HH: ws the most bizarre thing this game has thrown at me
HH: please tell me he's not going to respawn in a minute and make me do this all over again
HH: i don't particularly want to shoot at my face again
SP: If he is tru-ly slain then he will re-main dead. On-ly one Den-i-zen in your cir-cle has the pow-er to re-turn from death.
SP: How-ev-er are you sure he is dead?
HH: pretty sure, got the grist
SP: Then the task is done. The grist ob-tained from his bo-dy is on-ly a tin-y por-tion of the vast trea-sure at the depths of its lair.
HH: invading a castle to kill and rob its inhabitant
HH: i am truly the best knight ever
SP: An in-hab-i-tant who has ter-ror-rized and op-pressed the Con-sorts of this land for time out of mind.
HH: my point stands
SP: I would say you fit the per-son-a quite well, act-u-al-ly.
HH: you'd be the first
SP: Does your cul-ture not have tales of he-roes who in-vade a vil-lain-s sanc-tu-ar-y to de-feat them and cease their as-saults?
HH: yes, but they actually have standards of honour in battle and a moral code to follow in their actions
SP: And ob-serve how you en-gaged the en-e-my just now. You stood a-gainst your foe in com-bat, face to face.
HH: and barely came out of it alive, and i think a few of the frills that ended up inside got caught in the crossfire
SP: Yet you per-se-vered.
SP: I think you give your-self too lit-tle cre-dit, Er-is. You may be a bet-ter Knight than you re-al-ize.
HH: knights don't cheat
SP: And you have won at least one bat-tle with-out do-ing so.
HH: of how many?
HH: i know i can't face jeanne on an even field
SP: Nor are you re-qui-red to.
SP: Le-blanc wears the ring. She is a force de-signed to be faced not by one foe but by man-y.
HH: i know
SP: The Den-i-zen is the last chal-lenge you must face a-lone. From here, the game is de-signed for you to work with your com-pan-ions.
HH: but i can't think of any way to face her without resorting to cheap tactics
HH: and if i'm supposed to live up to my role?
HH: those have to go
HH: i don't know...
HH: the denizens are a cakewalk compared to leblanc, you say
HH: i don't want to think about that
SP: The pow-er of the rings and scep-ters is im-mense.
SP: The Den-i-zens are chal-len-ging, but they lack the em-pow-er-ment of the pro-to-types and their in-di-vi-du-al ca-pa-bil-i-ties would on-ly suf-fice to re-place one or two.
HH: i suppose
HH: sorry, i know i should be in a better mood about winning here
HH: but all i can think about is what comes next
SP: This is al-so not count-ing the pow-ers of those ob-jects on their own.
SP: There is some time yet.
SP: Be-fore the Reck-on-ing, and the fin-al bat-tle.
SP: Some of your friends have not faced their Den-i-zens ei-ther, and there are man-y o-ther tasks still av-ail-a-ble to be done.
HH: i know
HH: i'll worry about it later
HH: ...
HH: um
HH: what are the frills doing in here?
SP: Cel-e-bra-ting it ap-pears.
HH: that's great, but can they do it not here?
SP: I am sure they wish to ex-press their thanks to their sav-ior.
HH: ly
HH: how do i get them to put me down
SP: I am un-sure to be hon-est. Though I sup-pose you could sim-ply fly a-way.
SP: O-ther-wise they will sim-ply es-cort you back to their vil-lage more than like-ly.
HH: i want them to put me down
HH: i am not okay with this
HH: ly i could really use some advice here
SP: I am not sure what to tell you.
SP: When my own Con-sorts be-haved sim-il-ar-ly af-ter I de-fea-ted Dae-dal-us I sim-ply en-dured the jour-ney.
HH: but i don't have time for this
HH: we need to fight jeanne
SP: Not right this mo-ment you do not.
HH: but
HH: ...
HH: fine
HH: i'll sit through the stupid hero's welcome
SP: You are ap-proach-ing the vil-lage now. You should be a-ble to es-cape short-ly.
HH: all right
HH: then
HH: i guess i'll talk to you later
SP: Un-til next time.
SP: Good luck with your dil-em-ma.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 01:10 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Tue Apr 12, 2011 8:39 pm
Edit done. Go go Find/Replace :)
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:19 pm
Eris: Aggro Leblanc
I think it's safe to say that Eris only managed to make 75% of those dodges because of her Season sense. And being an incredibly cheap fighter.
...this definitely needs to be posted with the non-log text because it changes it almost entirely and makes it a LOT clearer just how much dumb luck is involved. Alas, this...is going to take a while to reach.
- Spoiler:
- -- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering wildcardWarmaker [WW] at 22:23 --
HH: have trouble finding the place?
WW: You are either foolish beyond reckoning or actively seeking death, Princess.
WW: Kneel, and I will make your demise swift and painless. I am not without mercy even to enemies.
HH: uh huh
HH: forgive me if i've seen proof to the contrary
WW: I have little time nor patience for your mockery.
HH: stole the words right out of my mouth
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] throws a flashbang --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shoots WW --
WW: AUUUUGH!
WW: CURSE you, vile nobility of a twisted husk!
WW: YIELD!!
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] fires Dalek laser --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] dodges --
HH: have to try better than that, murderer!
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] throws a flashbang --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] drops a smokebomb --
WW: Your pathetic attempts at distraction will not save you.
WW: I do not need EYES to find you, Princess!
HH: good!
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shoots WW in the eye --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] dodges --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] vanishes! --
WW: I can smell your blood, Dersian scoundrel....
HH: and i can hear your whining, psychotic bitch
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] drops camoflauge and throws shield --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] dodges --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] throws a bomb at the shield --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] uses breath weapons while HH's back is turned --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] flies up --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] vanishes again and follows --
WW: Cease fleeing, coward!
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] grabs HH's scarf --
HH: ack
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] flies down --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] breaks a mirror and grabs a shard --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] cuts the scarf loose --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] fires more laser blasts --
HH: oh yes
HH: that worked so well the first time
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] throws a flashtribble --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smears blood on the hedge --
WW: KSSSSSHAAAAAAAA!!
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] clenches eyes shut and lashes out with PK attacks --
HH: oh dear
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] flies off --
WW: Your infernal light show will only delay the inevitable, Princess.
HH: stop calling me that
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] calls shield back to her --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] searches for a scent trail --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] throws a trail of fireworks --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] knocks fireworks away as they stray close --
WW: Your explosives all rely on the same burning powder. I do not need to see them to know they are coming.
WW: It is only a matter of time before the same can be said of you.
HH: good to know
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] flies down and lands --
WW: I will feed the crystal gardens of this world with your blood, Princess.
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] searches for a scent trail --
HH: try it
HH: you and your war've already taken everything from me
WW: The war is over. Derse has lost. Its queen is dead and its king will soon follow.
WW: Surrender.
HH: piss off
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] 's heads all lock onto HH's location. --
WW: FOUND YOU.
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] charges! --
HH: >=)
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] steps back --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kicks a pebble into the mines --
WW: !!!
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] recoils back from the explosion, shielding herself with her wings --
WW: Even the nobility of Derse do not know the meaning of honor...!
WW: You will eventually run out of traps, Princess.
WW: And then, I will end you.
HH: you really are all talk
HH: for being such a...formidable foe, you haven't done much
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] fires a laser into the hedge to HH's right, spraying her with glass --
HH: that's one scarf and one shrubbery
HH: are you ready to stop assaulting the gardens and take me seriously?
WW: I am not opposed to claiming you a piece at a time.
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] leaps into the air and charges! --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] flies to the quest bed --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] strafes the ground ahead of HH, preventing her from landing --
HH: !
HH: what are you doing here
HH: jack i thought you were still on derse
WW: !!
HH: hide!
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] whirls around and unleashes breath attacks --
WW: NOIRRRRRRRRR!!!!
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] lands on the bed --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] slashes WW in the face with the mirror shard --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] grabs HH's leg with her tentacle --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] lights a firecracker --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] hurls HH down at the Quest Bed --
WW: Sing the songs of your eldritch horrors NOW, Princess.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] throws a bomb --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] swats it aside --
HH: is that it?
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] flies down and crashes into the stone --
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] impales HH to the Quest Bed with her tail stinger --
HH: ngh!
HH: really
HH: you have me on a platter
HH: and you drag it out?
HH: that
HH: is the stupidest thing
WW: You go to see your dark gods soon enough, Princess.
WW: Before you die I will silence your ceaseless tongue.
HH: you really are terrible at this
HH: you're prospit's best? explains why you lose
WW: ENOUGH.
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] crushes HH's throat with her shield. --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] struggles --
WW: This plateau will be your headstone, Princess.
WW: A memorial to the arrogance of Derse and a warning to all who dare stand against the kingdom of light.
WW: Fare thee well.
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] kills HH. --
WW: Now. To deal with Noir properly. Then relieve myself of this tainted stain.
-- wildcardWarmaker [WW] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:07 --
I think it's safe to say that Eris only managed to make 75% of those dodges because of her Season sense. And being an incredibly cheap fighter.
...this definitely needs to be posted with the non-log text because it changes it almost entirely and makes it a LOT clearer just how much dumb luck is involved. Alas, this...is going to take a while to reach.
Last edited by Sparky on Sat Apr 16, 2011 9:25 am; edited 3 times in total
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:31 pm
[21:28:32] @ Oblivion : Also noticed something
[21:28:41] @ Oblivion : Eris is a bad enough Knight as it is...
[21:29:06] @ Oblivion : She's bad enough, her choice of companions is only going to increase the problem....
[21:29:12] @ Oblivion : HH: so. play fair or cheat?
[21:29:15] @ Oblivion : JN: cheat.
[21:29:16] @ Oblivion : DD: Cheat.
[21:29:18] @ Oblivion : HB: CHEAT
[21:29:25] @ Sparky : CD: I HAVE SOCKS
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