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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Jul 9, 2016 13:45:12 GMT -5
"F*** you..." Sirion growled under his breath, scowling ahead and hovering closer to the ground. He was just trying to get these dweebs' attention. He was loud and forceful enough to at least accomplish that.
Granted, after sweeps of screaming at Lagola to grow the hell up, only now was she cooperating with him. He had to wonder what had changed since their recent deaths.
Hmm...
"OR AT LEAST... INFORMATION!!! JUST ANYONE WHO WILL F***IN' TALK TO US!!!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 9, 2016 13:51:25 GMT -5
Lagola just took a deep breath and cast a forlorn gaze at the back of Sirion's head. He clearly still had a long way to go when it came to learning diplomacy and cooperation, just as she still had a long way to go in gaining confidence and growing accustomed to adventure. But... they'd get there. The fact that she felt quite comfortable tagging along with him was proof enough.
If his somewhat calmer attitude, especially towards her, was any indication, Sirion already seemed to be catching on too.
Lagola smiled. At what, she wasn't sure.
She looked ahead, scanning the horizon for any faces. Eventually, Lagola perked up and leaned forward curiously. "Hey... Is that...?"
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Post by DMis on Jul 18, 2016 12:39:03 GMT -5
"Some of us are trying to sleep you noisy buffoons!!!" came a shout that was soon followed by several shards of crystal.
The one that had directed the looked like a rather annoyed brunette with colored eyes. A living among the bubbles and they were drawing closer to the group.
"What do you need help with? Passing over because that light is a few million bubbles that way," the female offered pointing to the area behind her.
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Post by jessie on Jul 29, 2016 22:49:20 GMT -5
Kamulo leaned forward to peer at the replier, then yelped and tilted on the cloud to dodge the projectile crystals. What, in the world. She had no idea what to make of this figure - first an assault, then immediate kind assistance? Baffling. Boggling. Kamulo would love to get inside that head, goodness gracious.
"H- Hi there!" Only loud enough to reach down, a polite volume. Kamulo was surrounded by barbarians. Though she did glance at Ryan, "Hey, not to be, uh, racist or anything, but do you know this one?"
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Post by ryocker on Jul 29, 2016 23:31:14 GMT -5
He stared. Then his face twitched. Then he smiled bigger than anyone should feasibly be smiling.
"Beeeeeeeth!!!!" he cheered, bouncing in place as they were approached by this new comer. "Hiiii! I'd wave, but I'm kind of short one arm!"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Aug 2, 2016 14:03:57 GMT -5
Sirion easily swerved around the barrage of crystals, not one touching him or Lagola. When he looked up, he had to growl with contempt. Another hornless freak. Did they actually have to share bubbles with these aliens? Would he actually have to learn what they were and why they were there? That impending need to absorb more superfluous information frustrated him.
Regardless, when Kamulo and Ryan slowed down to greet this newcomer, Sirion followed suit, skidding to a halt and allowing Lagola to slide off. She asked what they needed help with, so might as well set that straight. First and foremost, though, she needed to be set straight. "Calm your rumble spheres, will ya? You're already asleep. A little action in your dream ain't gonna hurt ya."
Though he didn't show it, Sirion was quite happy to have crossed paths with a living dreamer. Hopefully this meant he would receive the most recent news possible.
"Well, since ya asked, we're trying to find info on the demon that killed me and her." He briefly motioned towards Lagola. "Took our powers, wore a scarf made of god tier robes. Know anything 'bout 'im?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Aug 2, 2016 14:13:06 GMT -5
"Whoa..!" Lagola held on tightly during Sirion's grinding halt. "A-Another...! Um..." Shoot, what did Kamulo call Ryan's species? If it was mentioned at all, it had been brief enough for her to not take in that piece of information.
Regardless, once she was safely back on her feet again, Lagola shyly waved to the dream projection. "H-Hello."
She kept silent as Sirion explained their mission. All she could do now was listen and see if this detour would bear fruit.
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Post by DMis on Aug 2, 2016 14:27:38 GMT -5
The being blinked. "I see that Ryan," she offered before her attention returned to Sirion. "I might have info on that ass hole. Fought him not that long ago."
The crystal shards vanished before long as the female calmed down. "And thanks for confirming the hunch I had about him..."
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Post by jessie on Aug 8, 2016 16:20:59 GMT -5
Kamulo dissipated the cloud, doing her best to not get too overly excited. It'd been so long since she was in great company, and this was a much-welcome change, no offense to Ryan. "It's nice to meet you, Beth, was it? You know Ryan, but my name is Kamulo, and this is Sirion, and Lagola. We would love to hear any information you have on that individual! You fought him, you say? Would you mind recounting how that went?" Immediately, she was in a different mode, inflection even and calming.
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Post by ryocker on Aug 12, 2016 17:11:42 GMT -5
Ryo just watched and stared, Staying close to Kamulo. Beth would recognize this as a habit of his- a tendency to stick close to a friend he trusted. Not seeing her, or the others for many years must have altered his preferences...
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Aug 13, 2016 15:43:15 GMT -5
Sirion's stark white eyes widened the moment Beth stated that she had fought their new foe, scrambling closer like an excited puppy while still trying to maintain a serious expression. "You actually FOUGHT HIM?! Yeah, c'mon, lay it on me! What happened, what's his name, HOW DO WE KILL THE F***ER?!"
Wait... So this woman fought him and lived? Aw jeez... Sirion suddenly felt slightly more pathetic, not helped by the realization of how desperate he probably looked at that moment.
At least they had a lead...
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Aug 13, 2016 15:48:27 GMT -5
"S-Sirion! Sirion..." Lagola squeezed between Sirion and Beth, gently nudging her fellow troll back a few steps. As she looked up at him, she did her best to convey that while they needed to stay calm, she too was excited to have found someone who could help them. "J-Just let her talk... okay?"
With that said, Lagola looked up at Beth again and nodded, letting the human have the floor.
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Post by DMis on Aug 14, 2016 21:42:23 GMT -5
Beth raised a brow to the rabid puppy and Ryan's . "Is he always like this, Miss Lagola?" was the first set of words to leave the dreamer's lips. "And yes I did. My Dersite brother went grimdark fighting the bastard. The fight went well until the f***er started using some of my own frays against me and those with us. He killed one iteration of the Angel of Time. My right shoulder was severely dislocated due to the frays from him... I blacked out and woke up in the hospital. Was informed that If I had lost anymore blood, I would have been dead if I was a normal human."
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Post by jessie on Aug 15, 2016 20:35:38 GMT -5
Kamulo nodded along as Beth talked, humming at some points. She wished she had a clipboard or notepad or something, something to take notes on. It wasn't like her mind wasn't a steel trap, but it helped her organize. "That's extremely interesting, thank you very much for sharing." She brought her fingers up to her lips, thinking. "Using your own frays against you... You said it was going well up until then. Do you perhaps recall, how you were fighting him, or anything else about the fight? Any minuscule detail helps." There was something else Beth had said that she was keeping in her back pocket for now, but she felt like it was something important. The Angel of Time... killed by this individual...
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Post by ryocker on Aug 17, 2016 0:30:50 GMT -5
Seeing the way Kamulo fidgeted, he offered her an unaltered sketchbook- a mostly empty one. "If you wanted to take notes," he offered, taking a wobbly step forward. "I-I'm sorry if I've been out of the loop, but... What's a grimdark? Is it like, voodoo secret stuff warping your head to the depth's of the queen's castle?"
Very crude, but that kind of sounded like a reference to the empress. His left nub wiggled, his right hand making swirling motions around his head.
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