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Post by anonymousWavelength on Nov 20, 2011 12:00:46 GMT -6
The sun has just started to slip below the horizon when Aruale wakes up. Another day, another dream of blood and terror and blah blah blah troll racial memories. This dream was weirder than the others, though, Aruale thinks to herself. Just at the end, she thinks she saw some glimpse of fuzzy purple spires or something. Weird.
The grumbling of her lusus makes her groan and roll over in the sopor slime, mentally begging for more sleep. She knows she has to go feed that monster, though, so she drags herself out of the hole and quickly towels the slime off. After a bleary look in the mirror, she decided that brushing her hair this early isn't worth it and drags the whole mess into an untidy ponytail. She fumbles for her glasses and commences with her whole morning ritual. Troll hygenics sure are monotonous.
After pulling her usual dirty gray sweatshirt over her horns she wades through the piles of pamphlet drafts out to her porch, taking in the twilight sky. Waking up this early isn't so bad, she thinks, since she has a view like this. The stars are just starting to glimmer over the dark lake, the trees are sill silhouetted against the sky, and the mountain nearby casts a pointed shadow over everything. It's a cool night, and Aruale hopes that it will be an interesting one.
What will she do?
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 12:10:01 GMT -6
=> Dance the Hully Gully: do whacka do whacka do.
Or
=> Go over this evenings game plan.
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 12:28:26 GMT -6
==> Go over the evening's game plan
What game plan? You have no idea what you're getting into here. All you know is that Lerena wants to play a game with you, and has been bugging and fussing and meddling with you until you agreed. Geez, what's her deal.
Aruale looks over the lake again. Still, you are glad that you agreed to play. You've been nook-deep in all this revolutionary stuff recently, printing out pamphlets and getting into drawn-out arguments on message boards. It'll be nice to take a break for once. This is the last game, though!You doesn't have time for all this wriggler stuff. Well, you won't soon. Right now, though, you're looking forward to it all being like old times. According to Lerena, this game will be a little like FLARP, but with only a few people playing instead of hundreds. Also you will be able to see all your friends. That'll be nice, you suppose. You haven't seen Isaard since you met him, which was almost a sweep ago, and you've never actually met some of your other friends. Alternia is a big place, and for all you know they could be on the other side of the planet. You're just glad you'll get to see them, and have fun before you all have to leave.
Another grumble shakes the floor, and Aruale is snapped out of her musings. "jegurs kryst, (an't this dumb (usurs feed itse)f?" she grumbles.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 14:44:04 GMT -6
==> Feed the obnoxious monster already!
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 16:01:30 GMT -6
==> Feed the obnoxious monster already!
Ugh. FINE. You guess you'll go feed him. Stupid lousy thrice-damned lusus, clamoring for fish at the most unholy hours of the evening. You swear, sometimes you think he does it on purpose. You wade back through your messy room and down the stairs, trying not to creak too loudly. Maybe if he doesn't hear you he won't-
BEAR!
Goddamnit!! Dumb obnoxious monster thinks he can just pounce on you whenever he wants and NOT break your ribs? AGAIN? Ughhh. You shove him off rudely, giving him a jab with your elbow. Nothing seems to be broken, but for all you know you're bleeding internally. Does any other kid have such a high-maintenance lusus? You doubt it.
"i')) be ba(k soon, okay?" you tell him. "i'm going to go (he(k the nets and then we (an have breakfarst. got it?" He just roars at you some more. "AGH!!" You clutch your head in frustration. "I. AM GOING. TO GET. URS. BREAKFARST. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He blinks at you. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!"
You grab the flail you left by the door and stomp out of your hive.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 16:10:53 GMT -6
==> While walking to the nets, remember how Lerena became your friend.
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 16:24:34 GMT -6
==> While walking to the nets, remember how Lerena became your friend.
You guess this is an appropriate time to ruminate on how Lerena became your friend. It's not like you have anything more thematically appropriate to do. After all, it was doing what you're doing now that brought you two together.
You've had to feed your stupid hungry lusus ever since it picked you out of the wrigglers in your wriggling group. Stupid lousy goddamn thing has giant freaking claws and stands twice as tall as you, you'd think it could catch a freaking fish from the river! But nooooo, you've had to go down to the river and fish for it for your whole aboveground life. This, in retrospect, turned out to be a good thing, since it's where you met her.
You were fishing off the side of your hive into the lake one day, minding your own business, when your pole almost got jerked out of your hands! You pulled and pulled, and then fell backwards like some sort of stupid shellbeast when the line went slack. Turned out the hook had snapped off. You grumbled a bit and went back inside to get another one. When you came back out there was an angry seadweller dripping on your porch, bleeding from a fin and making some of the rudest hand gestures you had ever seen. After a minor scuffle on the porch you came to an understanding. She would help you set up nets in the nearby river and you wouldn't fish in her lake anymore. Later you found out that she liked to FLARP, and that led to a great and storied campaign career for the two of you. It couldn't last, though. Ever since you'd been sucked into all this revolutionary stuff, you just haven't had time to see her anymore. Which is a real shame, since she's one of your best friends and the only one who lives a reasonable distance away from you. Oh well. The revolution comes first, you suppose.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 16:28:25 GMT -6
==> Expound upon the glorious Alternian revolution.
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 16:57:49 GMT -6
==> Expound upon the glorious Alternian revolution.
Glorious Alternian revolution? You think you mean UNIVERSAL revolution. See, limiting the revolution only to the children would be silly, although they are indeed the first step in the plan. You and your co-revolutionaries have drawn up a manifesto that you believe to be the salvation of trollkind. You will start small, preaching the changes to come on the message boards and forums of the troll Internet. You will slowly but surely mold the minds of the current generation with your rhetoric, and in time they will come to see as you do. And if everyone does not, then what matter? There are many more rustbloods than royals, after all. Rustbloods have all of the advantages that seadwellers do not: psychic powers, numbers, durability, everything! Sure, you may be shorter-lived. And the empress may have Gl'bgolyb, who can always raise its voice and kill all the lowbloods. You have not thought around that obstacle yet. But you will soon! And when you leave the planet as an adult, you will have access to many more resources than you do now, and the revolution will spread and grow!
Let it be made clear that the revolution is not a reversal of the hemospectrum! True, most of the seadwellers have been total racist jerks to lowbloods since forever, but the revolution is willing to forgive them for that. The revolution is willing to let the Empress keep her job, since she basically lives forever and is too many light-years away to actually do any governing. No, what the revolution wants is an equalization, a way for lowbloods and highbloods to finally be considered equals. How would that not benefit society greatly? Everyone would work together in a perfectly harmonious society (at least, as harmonious as trolls can ever be). Okay, there would certainly be some resistance, but you feel confident that the revolution can handle that and most trolls probably think the way you do anyway. You are in no way deluding yourself. This will be important and totally will happen. There is no possible thing that could ever stop the revolution from happening and oh look you're at the river. Man, expounding sure does take a while.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 19:56:34 GMT -6
==> Check the nets, and get on with the night.
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Post by salientStrategist on Nov 20, 2011 20:02:35 GMT -6
Aruale: Check your nets for your lusus' breakfast.
OR
Aruale: Wrap a net around yourself and pretend you are a wriggler again.
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 20:26:52 GMT -6
==> Wrap a net around yourself and pretend you are a wriggler again.
That is absolutely the dumbest idea you have ever heard and oh my god this is so much fun. LOOK AT ME, I HAVE A CAPE, WHEEEE okay you should seriously stop that before someone sees you.
==> Check your nets for your lusus' breakfast.
Full of fish, as usual. You stuff the whole mess of wriggling grossness into a satchel, which you stow in your charm bracelet fetch modus because you have absolutely no intention of carrying the stinky bag all the way back to your hive. This modus is basically the best wriggling day present you have ever gotten, a present from the only one of your friends who could possibly afford it. Lucky highbloods. Oh well, back to the hive you guess.
After dealing with your obnoxious monster of a lusus you climb back up to your bedroom to wash the fish guts off your hands. You still have a few hours left before the game starts. What now?
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 21:14:58 GMT -6
==> Troll salientStrategist
Or
==> Prepare for the coming game.
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 23, 2011 11:31:06 GMT -6
==> Prepare for the coming game.
Okay, sounds good. You really have no idea what this game will entail, but you know it will be a little like FLARP, which is basically the best game ever for dumb little wrigglers who poop their diaperstubs. You still have your old FLARP outfit, though. Look at that, it still fits. True, it's now more of a shirt than a tunic. You've grown a lot since then. Stupid troll puberty.
You guess it's also time to dust off the ol' flail. You absolutely dominated with this thing back in the day, by which you mean that you flailed it around until it crushed something. Better make sure you're skills haven't gotten rusty. You swing the thing around your head a couple of times and whoops there goes the lamp. You really hope your lusus didn't hear that crash.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 23, 2011 13:42:27 GMT -6
Beardad: Hear that crash!
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