jessie
Ghetto Posta
The fervor, the fire, the feathers, this fever defies measure.
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Post by jessie on Mar 25, 2016 15:52:34 GMT -5
Kamulo ended up going on a convoluted journey involving a lot of boring crap that isn't entirely relevant and took way longer than she wanted it too, though admittedly not very long, still way too time-consuming since she was in a hurry, dammit.
Basically, she'd run out of her cave to the one right across the way, and promptly got lost in the labyrinthine caverns. She'd thought it would just dead-end, like the one her hive was in did, but nope. She gets a maze. Great! This is just so great right now. In the cave, she'd found a little pocket where some of her consorts lived. They were so cute! But as stated, she was in a hurry, and the consorts had a tendency to go on a bit long. She stressed her urgency to the cute little guys, and they were happy to help. There was some bullshit about blah blah blah antechambers nak nak nak she who heals WHATEVER, just a bunch of guff, and they brought her to an empty rise that looked safe enough. She thanked them for their help and they left her.
She laid on the solid rock ground and took a look in her captchalogue sylladex. What... How was she supposed to get this out? How do you tangram something mainly round? She looked at her available shapes. Oh. There was a circle. She dragged it over and, pop, sopor. Nice. Yeah, okay, she'll be the first to admit she has no idea what she's doing, but this should work. She plopped the stuff on her face and tried to lay still.
The chant started in her head, but soon escaped her squawk gaper as her conviction grew. "Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to SLEEP. GO TO SLEEP. GO TO SLEEP."
Z "GO TO SLEEP!" She ended up yelling as she bolted awake on the Battlefield again. She shook her head, banishing the grogginess. No time for that, this was a matter of most importance and she couldn't get distracted. "Oh, man, that was so annoying. Okay, let's go faster this time, so I don't wake up again, huh?" With a nervous laugh, she stood up and held out her arms to Lagola, like a hug.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Mar 25, 2016 16:25:49 GMT -5
Lagola jumped back, nearly tumbling out of the bush, when Kamulo bolted awake. She then quickly returned her stolen time to the world around her and jumped into Kamulo's arms, once again tightly closing her eyes. "YES GO PLEASE QUICKLY LET'S GO!!!"
If something else happened to keep her on this black and white rock any longer, Lagola was going to throw the biggest hissy fit in the history of paradox space.
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jessie
Ghetto Posta
The fervor, the fire, the feathers, this fever defies measure.
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Post by jessie on Mar 28, 2016 17:15:56 GMT -5
Kamulo held Lagola tight, and took off for the second time. She concentrated on staying awake this time, though last time there had been no warning, no fatigue, just a sudden knockout. She was going a little faster this time, a little less careful this time, urgent and nervous.
She only focused enough on flying to keep going straight, using the rest of her mental reserves to keep herself awake. She wasn't tired. Her body on LOCAK was relatively safe. But she wouldn't let what happened last time happen again. Lagola could've died, her dream self-- she could've died. It was a mistake, she should've paid more attention. But if she hadn't driven off the imps, would she have died anyways? Kamulo didn't know what the right answer was.
The Battlefield was growing smaller below them, checkered ground growing smaller into pinpricks, tricking the eye into looking flat grey. Clouds flickered with future images around them. Kamulo broke the crest into the void, the in-between of Skaia and all else. She held Lagola a little tighter, a minute squeeze, out of a heart-crushing fear.
Prospit was orbiting, so Kamulo had to hang a right, maybe try to intercept it on its way. It was off over there, shining gold in the vast darkness, a beacon. For the first time, Kamulo noticed she was feeling a bit chilly, and shivered.
The journey, in silence, didn't take as long as Kamulo percieved it to have been. It was just cold, and empty, and dark out here. Her skin was beginning to show pigments of her blue blood, circulating faster to try and keep her warm. But they made it. Kamulo slowed as they approached, careful to find a place to land among all these skyscraping metropolitan monuments. She waited until they were on solid ground to look back at Lagola.
"Lagola? You can open your eyes. We made it to Prospit." Kamulo wanted to at least take a quick break from flying before they took their chances and wandered into the void. But she'd heard rumors of maps of the Incipisphere somewhere, possibly in the White Queen's quarters. Those would be undoubtedly useful.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Mar 28, 2016 17:36:57 GMT -5
Lagola was rigid throughout the entire trip, feverishly holding onto Kamulo, breathing in short, panicked gasps and never opening her eyes. If she saw herself floating in the void, she would've more than likely flipped out and made Kamulo's job that much more difficult. But once they were finally back on solid ground, Lagola's eyes shot open and, with a very noticeable spasm, she flopped out of Kamulo's arms and onto the golden street beneath her.
Upon scrambling onto her hands and knees, Lagola looked around at the golden towers of Prospit and the white carapacians that passed them by. The Prospitians seemed confused as to why one of their heroes had brought the Rogue of Time, a hero from their enemy kingdom, to their world. Nonetheless, they in no way acted hostile, since despite Lagola's origins, they knew that she would serve to see that their Glorious Speaker came to be. Likewise and much to her relief, Lagola felt safe here, hopeful that she wouldn't have to worry about enemy agents or horrific eldritch voices like she did on Derse.
Despite this, Lagola stayed on the ground, curling up with her chin on her knees, rocking as she continued to weep. Though her environment was much less terrifying now, she still just wanted to go home. To go back to the way things were before. To not be the hero everyone was trying to turn her into.
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jessie
Ghetto Posta
The fervor, the fire, the feathers, this fever defies measure.
Posts: 126
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Post by jessie on Mar 28, 2016 23:19:05 GMT -5
"Move along, nothing to see here!" Kamulo waved the pedestrians off, smiling politely. Most of them started walking off a bit faster, not wanting to displease the Hero. Kamulo sighed and hunkered down next to Lagola, rubbing a soothing hand on her shaking back. She was still debilitatingly inconsolable, unfortunately. Well, of course she would be, but still- no, it's all good. Different people move at different rates, and it'd be totally out of line to ask for more from Lagola mere hours after her death. They do kind of have to get a move on, though. Or. Maybe they don't.
Kamulo's still going to go on with the plan regardless, however. She leaves Lagola's side for just a second to catch a meek, tall Prospitian trying to sneak by. "Hey, you, wait a minute. Does the Queen still keep maps?"
The poor carapacian, probably some kind of Produce Dealer by his garb, looked rather nervous, clacking claws together. The only reply given was a simple nod. Kamulo smiled and was about to thank him, and then probably ask for more detail, but he managed to scurry away. Okay then. She returned to Lagola's side, willing to wait on her, idly combing her hair as softly as she could with her claws.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Mar 29, 2016 9:23:54 GMT -5
Lagola twitched slightly and continued to rock in place, but otherwise, she did not move. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to keep playing this game. It wasn't particularly surprising that recovery will still a long way away for her, nor would it have been surprising if she simply crawled into a corner and disappeared for a couple dozen sweeps.
No other reaction. No expression of desire to continue. Lagola just sat there and sniveled, shutting out the Medium around her.
She didn't even initially respond when a note appeared in front of her, drifting to the ground at her feet. She ignored it for a long time, but eventually she did cast a quick peak at it out of the corner of her lookstub.
:B This is going to take a while. Might was well get out your LapinTop.
Following her future self's advice, Lagola fetched her computer and set it down in front of her and Kamulo. Then she curled back up and continued pouting, not even bothering to open it.
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jessie
Ghetto Posta
The fervor, the fire, the feathers, this fever defies measure.
Posts: 126
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Post by jessie on Mar 29, 2016 19:08:24 GMT -5
Sure, well... okay?? Kamulo didn't notice the note until Lagola looked up at it, the pinnacle of observancy right here. And then watched, a bit lost, as Lagola pulled her husktop out of her captchalogue and... did nothing with it??! Okay?!?
She waited until Lagola was back in her previous prone position to pick up the note. What, seriously? Oh man, she's gonna have to get used to this time bullshit now, isn't she? This was stupid, and she hated it already. She glanced at Lagola, who almost just seemed to be throwing a silent tantrum now, and her LapinTop. Fine. If she's not gonna use it, Kamulo will.
Kamulo opened the lid, trying to not disturb Lagola in the process, because though she's pretty sure she wouldn't have any qualms about this action, politeness whispers to Kamulo that this is is sorta rude. Whatever. She just wants to check who's on Trollian, a nervous ritual. Maybe someone's online who could come over and help her bodily drag Lagola back to LOWAP.
At least there are some people online now, as opposed to last time she checked. None of them would be able to help in this situation, however. She scrolled down, barely paying attention to the tags, until one catches her eye. Oh no. NO. Not that guy. Her bloodlust still hasn't faded yet, she's not even gonna think about that guy for
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OH DAMN IT, DAMN ALL THIS RIDICULOUS SHIT. Kamulo was going to scream. When her eyes snapped open on LOCAK, they were already set in a glare. The consorts hovering above her backed up a bit, warily. "What? What do you guys want?" Kamulo tried her best to not sound as immensely pissed off as she really was, pulling herself up to sit.
The consorts, of which there were three, exchanged glances. The nearest one nakked nervously about something like, they were just watching her, and they didn't know how long her species was supposed to sleep, and so they were getting anxious, and maybe she should go back to the place she came into the Medium with. These poor, stupid, dumb, poor, dear sweet consorts.
Fine. Maybe she should, anyways. It wasn't proper to just let imps run her hive, and she'd have to exterminate them at some point. She's about on her last straw at this point. She gets up and starts walking back, through the consort cache, back to her hive. On the way, she opens her CommuniCuff, preparing to send Lagola yet another apology. This shouldn't be a thing. With her status now 'online', just about anyone could decide to bother her. Or, pester her. Heehee.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Mar 30, 2016 0:28:59 GMT -5
Lagola just watched as Kamulo opened her LapinTop for her. As shot as her nerves were, it was probably for the best that they get in contact with someone else. Someone who wouldn't be a total douche to them. Chances were that Kamulo could only get so far as her dream self, and there was no way in paradox space that Lagola was flying back to LOWAP.
They needed a plan. And Lagola was too angry at everything to think or talk straight. Hopefully Kamulo could-
"EEP!"
OH COME ON! NOT AGAIN!
Lagola buried her face in her hands, wailing in despair as she once again found herself helpless and alone. Why was everything going wrong?! Why was the game putting her on the spot like this?! What was she supposed to do?! She was terrified, still only barely had a grasp on her powers, and most importantly, didn't know what this stupid game wanted from her! It had already taken her home, her safety, her life... Heck, it had compelled her own friend to literally take her life! And yet somehow, the powers that be seemed dead set on making her even more miserable! WELL, THEY WERE DOING A PRETTY GOOD JOB!
"WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
In a fit of panic, Lagola's hands fell onto her keyboard, tear-soaked eyes trained on her already-open Trollian app as she began a desperate search for someone to beg for help from.
Sirion was trying to get ahold of her. Well, he could shove it up his probechute. Lagola was in no mood to deal with that murderer.
Kamulo was back online. Surely she'd still try to find another way, but what else could she do?!
And oddly enough, Lagola noticed someone else trying to contact her. Someone with a trolltag she had never seen before...
-clockworkAngel [CA] started pestering phantomOwsla [PO]-
CA: Lagola? Please calm down. CA: I promise you that you'll be safe.
".........?"
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jessie
Ghetto Posta
The fervor, the fire, the feathers, this fever defies measure.
Posts: 126
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Post by jessie on Mar 30, 2016 23:46:06 GMT -5
Kamulo pulled up the log she'd had with Lagola. Oh, cool, it was still open from last time. The last thing sent was still her previous frantic apology, which might make this a bit redundant. But it's still polite to give a heads up.
CE: Hey, Lag. Me again. CE: Sorry that happened again. Though I guess it's out of my hands, it's still irritating. CE: I think I might take longer to get back this time. CE: I wanna get a couple things done first, clean up a little. CE: It might help me stay asleep this time.
Kamulo typed up variations of 'See you then', 'Catch you on the flipside', 'Stay safe', 'I'm devastatingly pale for you and the fact that I am failing you right now is killing me slowly but surely', almost 20 times, backspacing every variation. An unspoken goodbye is the most meaningful, Kamulo lied to herself.
In the meantime, however, she had arrived. She looked up at her hive, swarming with dark creatures visible even in the shadow of the cave. This ended here. Not only because she needed to get to her recuperacoon, but because it was her hive. Her domain. She hadn't wanted it to come to this, but there are times when negotiations must break down, when peace cannot be reached. And new tactics must be enacted. She equipped a pair of simple scissors to each hand, and stormed her own hive.
She surprised herself with how well she handled the first wave. Well, they were all grist imps, no hard shakes. And oh, oh my! She finally hopped up another rung on the ol' Echeladder! She was now a Doughty Darling! Was she really getting excited over this? What a loser.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Mar 31, 2016 17:53:52 GMT -5
Lagola stared at her screen for a while, bewildered as to who this clockworkAngel person was, how they knew her name, and what made them so sure that she was going to be okay. She certainly didn't feel that way, and being told that by a complete stranger wasn't particularly comforting in its own right. Still... her curiosity was undeniable. Was this why her future self told her to open her computer?
She wasn't sure how to respond... which was just as well, because before she could say anything, Kamulo started trolling her again. She did her best to push these wandering thoughts away long enough to send her a reply... even if it was just her go-to, default reply.
PO: :B Okay...
Not much else to say on that matter. All she could do now was wait and respond to this mystery comforter.
PO: :B Who are you? CA: I am the Angel of Time. CA: Don't worry, Lagola. I'm a friend. I'm here to help you. PO: :B C-Can you get me out of here?? CA: I'm afraid not... CA: But rest assured that you will be back on LOWAP in no time. CA: And that a time will come when I can come to your aid personally. PO: :B Oh... CA: I'm terribly sorry that I can't be of much use at the moment... CA: But I'm more than willing to talk until help arrives! PO: :B O... kay...
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Mar 31, 2016 20:57:27 GMT -5
Try as she might to ignore it, Trollian kept on alerting her to a third messenger. One who was dead set on sending her messages regardless of whether or not she was reading them. She couldn't avoid reality forever.
-majorHellhoud [MH] started trolling phantomOwsla [PO]-
MH: sO jUdgIng bY thE fAct thAt yOU'rrE OnlInE, I thInk It's sAfE tO AssUmE thAt It wOrrkEd! MH: sEE?! whAt'd I tEll yA?! MH: I hAd thIs All fIgUrrEd Out! MH: And nOw yOU'rrE slIghtlY lEss lAmE! yOU'rrE wElcOmE! MH: gOttA sAY, yOU cAmE bAck ArrOUnd prrEttY qUIcklY! MH: dOEs thAt mEAn yOU'rrE AlrrEAdY tAkIng AdvAntAgE Of yOUrr tImE pOwErrs?! MH: If sO, I'm prrOUd Of yA, rrUnt! MH: nOw dO mE A fAvOrr And f***In tAlk tO mE!
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jessie
Ghetto Posta
The fervor, the fire, the feathers, this fever defies measure.
Posts: 126
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Post by jessie on Apr 5, 2016 22:35:31 GMT -5
Kamulo forced herself to breathe evenly as she laid on the floor. She was covered in, what was this crap, ink? She sniffed it, and it didn't really smell like much, actually. Just some sort of non-descript ferrous black liquid that bled from the imps. Maybe it was ink and her scent stub was just broken.
She'd cleaned out most of the first floor of her hive, in a shitty action sequence that didn't add very much at all to her Coolness Meter. In fact, it probably brought it down a few notches. She's not sure it's possible to have whiffed as many shots as she just did, and the only reason she's still alive right now is a string of happy slapstick accidents. She should really invest time into getting better at this whole strife thing. Was dueling a thing? She should ask someone to duel her, sometime, maybe.
Out of habit, Kamulo flipped open her CommuniCuff yet again to check the tags. It was practically a nervous tic at this point. Lagola had responded, which gave Kamulo a little relief, but she couldn't really reply to something as brief as that. She scrolled through the tags of those online. Sirion's was lit up. She really wanted to, but she knew, if she started, she wouldn't be able to stop. She just rolled her eyes and kept scrolling down her ChumpRoll.
With all her ducks in a row, she finally rolled up to sit and then stand, shaking a bit of the grimy ooze off of her hand. Her respiteblock was the only part of her hive she had yet to storm. It could be safe, or it could be filled with underlings. She'd never know until she tried. She took another steadying breath, made sure her grip on her weapons were tight, and ran up to her entryboard. She opened it swiftly, putting all reason behind to face the pests within.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 5, 2016 23:07:27 GMT -5
Curious as she was, Lagola resisted the urge to open Sirion's messages. Doing so would only instigate more drama. This Angel of Time, whoever he was, was making an effort to calm her down. She could at least appreciate that.
CA: I understand that you've had quite the hectic adventure. CA: Again, I offer my sincere apologies that I can't be there to assist you through the game. PO: :B Th-That's okay... PO: :B You... did say we would... meet at some point, right? CA: Absolutely. CA: And yes, you can take that as a sign that you will make it through this journey alive! PO: :B That's... good... CA: Not to downplay recent events, of course. CA: Don't stress too much, okay, Lagola? It's only logical that you're scared right now; there's nothing wrong with that. Take all the time you need to recover. CA: And rest assured that you have friends there who have your back. PO: :B Yeah... Maybe two friends. At most... PO: :B And my best friend... he...! CA: It's okay. Please calm down. PO: :B IT'S NOT OKAY! PO: :B I-I TRIED TO BE NICE TO HIM, BUT HE JUST...! CA: Don't worry about Sirion. CA: He still has a long way to go before he comes to his senses, but he will eventually. CA: For now... no matter what... just keep being yourself. CA: You are the best Rogue of Time you can be, and don't let him tell you otherwise. PO: :B ......
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Apr 5, 2016 23:57:02 GMT -5
MH: Uhh... hEllOOO! I knOw yOU'rrE thErrE, pIpsqUEAk! MH: I jUst wAnnA knOw hOw It fEEls tO bE A gOd, thEn I'll lEAvE yA AlOnE! MH: sImplE As thAt! MH: wIth All thOsE tImE pOwErrs yA gOt, yOU'rrE prrImEd And rrEAdY tO fInAllY kIck sOmE A**, rrIght?! MH: rrIght?! MH: rrIght?!!! MH: tEll mE I'm rrIght! MH: tEll mE yOU'rrE nOt ActUAllY bOO-hOOIng AbOUt mE kIllIng yOU! MH: lOOk, It hAd tO bE dOnE! fOrr thE sAkE Of thE tEAm! MH: dYIng On thE cOcOOn Is hOw yOU tIErr! If I hAd tOld yOU, yOU wOUld'vE p***Ed OUt! MH: I wAs trrYIng tO bE pAItIEnt And wAIt fOrr yOU tO gO tO slEEp, bUt lEt's fAcE It! It gEts ExhAUstIng wAItIng fOrr yOU! MH: bUt whAtEvErr! yOU'rrE AlIvE And yOU'rrE A fUll rrOgUE Of tImE nOw! yIppIE fOrr yOU! MH: nOw stOp crrYIng And Act lIkE It!
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jessie
Ghetto Posta
The fervor, the fire, the feathers, this fever defies measure.
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Post by jessie on Apr 6, 2016 20:13:45 GMT -5
Kamulo's respiteblock was an absolute mess. Imp oil, paint, her own blood. It was the type of mess that there was no point in trying to clean, because the stains left behind were bad enough to look like it was still a mess. Her desk was scored with claw marks, those cretins. Lucky she'd already alchemited upgrades to her husktop, because she's sure it would've ended up destroyed.
At least she wasn't dead. That was surely something. And she got a load of grist to boot.
She sighed and dangled her ambulatory stumps over the curve of her recuperacoon. She was definitely tired enough now. One last check of her CommuniCuff before she hopped in, Lagola was still online, which hopefully meant she was still fine. Kamulo chided herself for being such a worrywart, it wasn't doing her any good. And, Sirion was... he... damn temptation, but she'd end up doing this somewhere down the line somehow.
-- cirrostratusEmulsifier started trolling majorHellhound --
CE: Congratulations, dunderfuck. CE: You've made everything worse.
OH GOD, WHY DID SHE DO THAT. Immediate regret hits her like a wall. And she was just about to go back to Lagola, too! And here she was, engaging in agitative dialogue with the guy who killed her. Running hot was no excuse for this. She's sure Lagola could handle herself for a few more minutes, but SERIOUSLY, what was wrong with her?!
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