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Post by Robyn on Jul 13, 2011 3:27:58 GMT -5
> Toby: Jump and shriek at the sudden appearance of the alien. [/u]
What? That's completely ridiculous. Though her sudden proximity is a bit surprising (and you are pretty sure it is a her-- you notice she looks a little more...developed...than the rest of the aliens), there is little that can shake your mellow demeanor. You notice that she has two really sharp top teeth and two equally sharp bottom teeth that stand out against the rest of her sharp, sharp teeth. You are slightly disturbed at how sharp all of these teeth are.
She asks for Quil, who is a little bit behind the both of you. You point distractedly in his direction as you study her. All of them have those same huge yellow eyes and that oyster grey skin, but the little differences intrigue you to no end. The individual colors, symbols, and candy corn horns are like amazing alien snowflakes. You could probably write a poem about it if you tried. This one’s symbol is pretty simple, as far as symbols go: just a circle with a line through the middle, cutting through the edges of the ring. It is emblazoned in deep goldenrod on her black shirt.
You are so sure you have seen that color before. You both must have chatted at some point in time. With teeth like that, you hope to Jegus you never said anything that might’ve offended her, or at least if you did she wouldn’t remember. She sees you looking at her, and she bares her fangs a little bit more as she smiles a bit bigger. You are really starting to hope biting is not an integral part of troll culture.
> Fyvell: Have sharp teeth. [/u]
Um, you guess they’re kind of pointy? You know trolls with worse bites than you, and you don’t really think this is an appropriate thing to be thinking about at the current moment.
You see the kid in the pink shirt staring at you, and you smile a bit wider. You recognize that color pink. This is also one of the kids you got in touch with, but he can wait.
With all these males, it’s extremely hard to tell which one is your target, and you look around a bit from your vantage point near the front to see if any faces pop out at you. There is one boy with a fairly cool hat, although he’s very interested in every direction that is not eye contact, and another one near the back that is glaring at you. You suppose that one could be Quil, but he looks a bit TOO angry. No, you know for a fact that Quil is a rather funny fellow once his feathers are ruffled. You do not think that Quil is the boy in the back.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 13, 2011 8:48:53 GMT -5
>Aaron: Make haste to the MARBLE BUILDING
Well, you might as well get going. besides, your answers will be in that place... whatever it may contain.
"I'm just going To head into The shiny Building over Yonder."
He wonders if his FERAL ATTACK CATS will be mad at him for dissapearing, though.
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Post by friday on Jul 13, 2011 10:08:36 GMT -5
> Cadrax: Be Mr. Snootypants.
It seems as if another HUMAN has decided to approach you. You tactfully ignore her and the part of your think pan that is interested in conversing with her. You wonder why she's speaking a bit differently to you than she was to Ikirid. She's probably just comprehending the fact that she's talking to NOBILITY. This makes perfect sense.
And upon acknowledging Buck's sarcastic response, Buck has not comprehended this fact yet. This also makes perfect sense.
Oh, and the others are walking? They are, aren't they? Getting shown up by the HUMANS, especially that kid Buck, is not on your TO-DO LIST, and it will never be. You start walking with them as if you were never almost left behind.
> Ikirid: Follow along.
You aren't really sure what's going on or why the point of conversation has changed from ALIEN POP CULTURE to CURRENT THINGS OF IMPORTANCE, but you also have the feeling that it is time to CUT TO THE CHASE. Why would pop culture affect the situation, anyway? That's silly.
"Yeah, getting to that building and checking out those weird astronauts should be our top priority~" Excitement builds up inside of you as you imagine the possibilities of what could happen next. "This place is soooooo cool~ Like literally anything could happen~ 8E"
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Post by Elcie on Jul 13, 2011 10:31:46 GMT -5
> Helixe: Examine surroundings[/u][/font]
You try not to show how completely startled you are at your sudden appearance in this... place, wherever it is, or the sudden appearance of the other trolls and... huh. Those must be the humans. Currently you are watching them closely, mostly to familiarize yourself with them so that if anyone asks, you can pretend you know much more about humans than you really do. You wonder which is the one you had been trolling - it would be useful to know, since you'd already collected some good blackmail on that one.
No one has spoken to you yet, which is okay with you. You prefer to remain in the background until you've collected more information. Now everyone's moving, though, so you decide to follow them. Maybe you can find out some useful things, such as: where are we, where is my stuff, who exactly are all these aliens and what is going on with the weird suit people?
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Post by icon on Jul 13, 2011 10:34:22 GMT -5
> Aleces: Follow the others.
You aren't entirely sure of where you're going, but then again it looks like nobody else does either. You're all obviously heading towards the LARGE AND MYSTERIOUS BUILDING, but other than that you honestly have no clue what will happen next. Oh well.
You decide to just follow the others to see what they're doing.
> Quil: Don't pay attention.
You seem to be particularly good at not paying attention. For the most part, you've been doing your best to remain as unattentive as possible. This is a DECIDEDLY GOOD THING, since you figure the less you pay attention to the others the less they'll pay attention to oh my god did that troll just say your name.
That troll did just say your name. You risk a glance, trying to determine which of these aliens it was who called.
Oh great, it's her. She's the troll who's always fussing and meddling with you and your writing. Always criticizing the writing. What's her problem?
You decide to keep your head down for the time being so as to remain as unnoticed as possible.
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Post by selmette on Jul 13, 2011 13:01:28 GMT -5
> Narrator: Be the Narrator.
Hello PLAYERS! I think it is high time I introduce myself! My name is Danseuse Whir. But you can call me Dan if you want!
Not that you'll be addressing me. Not through your PAWNS and ROOKS, at least! ((I can only hear whispers, so if you need me, you should talk to me through these nifty double parentheses!))
If you use one of your PAWNS or ROOKS to speak to me, well, I'm afraid I won't be able to hear you, and it will also cause a MINOR RIFT in the CONTINUUM. Oh and you'll look like a complete moron.
You first met me in the INTRODUCTION. You will recognize my text as the only text not contained in a spoiler or unnaturally colored; our INTRODUCTION had several NARRATORS... and not all of them as friendly as I. I am not amongst those of which you will be encountering later, I'm afraid.
So, what can I do for you? I provide you with descriptions of your surroundings! That is very important, because otherwise, you'd have to use your IMAGINATION. And then other people would use their IMAGINATIONS, and that many IMAGINATIONS working together in one spot is more than enough to change REALITY, which is exactly what you're trying to stop from happening in the first place!
But it's not my place to be telling you that.
Anyway, say you want something I mentioned briefly to be investigated further. For example, I mention a midnight blue box on a nearby bookshelf, but I say nothing more of it, and you find your interest sparked. You could have one of your PAWNS or ROOKS investigate it yourself, but since that isn't always an option, you can call upon me, like this:
((Hey Dan, can you tell me a little more about that blue box?))
And I will tell you all about the blue box! I'll probably say something like:
((From the distance you are currently standing, you can see a pattern of raised surfaces along the box, but you can't make out what they are. They are actually a bunch of symbols of weapons, although you don't know that yet. It is glowing faintly, but you have to look very close to see this.))
And now that YOU know, so do all the other PLAYERS ! Neat how that works, huh? Information will always be distributed amongst all the players evenly unless it will hinder the advancement of our journey. But their PAWNS' knowledge is much more limited. Rules of the Game dictate they can only what I permit them to know. If they knew anything more, well, in short, that would cause a MAJOR RIFT in the CONTINUUM, and since the GUARDIANS aren't around anymore, it's going to take a while for the folks over at the STARDUST ACADEMY to fix.
And I realize how little sense this may make at this point in your journey. Not to worry! All will be explained in due time.
Well, good luck on your journey! I hope you save the universe and don't kill everyone and/or sentence them to a life of eternal suffering!
> Ceci: Like, respond to Ikroye.
"Ok cool hi ikroye", you say with a smile. "So do u listen 2 music? Wats ur fav band?"
You know that Sean totally just said that they need to be focusing on more important things, or whatever, but, seriously. Music is your life. You just can't, like, not talk about it for more than eight minutes.
Also, you keep walking, but for some reason, the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS MARBLE BUILDING isn't getting any closer. You've barely made any progress since you first started towards it. What the heeeeccckkkk, man? Nottttt cooool.
Well, whatever. Once everyone else finishes up their like, conversations and stuff, they'll notice it, too. And then Sean will get in trouble, and then you can totally figure out something else to do and save the day. 'Cause you're cool like that.
And what's up with the psycho SPACEMO--ASTRONAUTS people all on your case? Creeeeeeeeeeeeeepppy.
> Kiorid: Continue to not be a valuable member of the gang.
Something is bothering you. Something is really bothering you. You know you've seen the word "u2" somewhere before. In a very important conversation. You were the one who used it, in fact, when you were chatting with Fyvell. But when? What about that conversation was so important?
You try to remember, keeping your eyes cast down, fixed upon the ground. Your eyes cast down* in order not to distract yourself with whatever is currently hapening. You walk forward mindlessly.
*Shake Me Down(63) has been added to your list of SONGS. Cage the Elephant(68) has been added to your list of ARTISTS.
WOW OKAY SERIOUSLY
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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 13, 2011 13:10:42 GMT -5
>Aaron: Acknowledge The existance of Dan.
Suddenly, a myserious person thingy spoke into your head. He seemed to give away info on something called narrators. He also explained his purpose, in a way.
Since you're having no luck... you might as well call him.
"Dan, will you please describe what these spacesuit people are doing here, and why can't I get to the building?
You have a feeling you're doing it wrong.
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Post by selmette on Jul 13, 2011 13:21:09 GMT -5
> Kiorid: Fail at emptying your mind and be distracted.It's that funny tall human with the odd name. No one is supposed to hear Dan but you. You feel a bit jealous because you thought you and Dan had something special. You are also confused. Why can this human hear him? You are sure none of the other humans or trolls can. Why him? You walk over to him cautiously, as if he might turn into a giant man-eating fiery tortoise at any given moment. " shhh~", you whisper. " you are not supposed to be able to acknowledge dan's existence~" Oh crap. Crap crap crap.
Hey um, you know the guy I was talking about earlier? He can hear Dan. This is bad. This is really bad. Maybe we shou--
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...what do you mean he's supposed to? Okay. Whatever. But just him and Kiorid, right?
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Alright good. You really need to start telling me these things.
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Haha yeah you probably should have killed me a long time ago. But now you can't And my abilities are valuable to you. You know that.
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Haha okay, okay. So his name is Aron, right?
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Aaron...?
But-- that's-- that's five let--
OH. Oh, I get it now. I see what you did there. Haha, clever.
...But seriously. You have to tell me these things.
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No, it is NOT more fun to watch me figure them out on my own.
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You're annoying.
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Post by gold on Jul 13, 2011 13:25:34 GMT -5
((Hayati: ))
> Ikroye: Talk to Ceci.
"i like 'wh@t @ubergine. their s@ngs d@n't use @ny v@c@ls, just midis. i like using their s@ngs @l@ng with my vide@s."
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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 13, 2011 13:37:42 GMT -5
>Aaron: go nuts.
Wait a minute, You're not supposed to hear that guy that just spoke? What the hell is going on?!
"I swear, I heard someone named Dan Talk. Maybe I'm just a Tad Insane... but I dunno. Maybe I'm extra special? Maybe My IMAGINATION Levels are going Nuts on me? Who knows, and To be honest, I don't really care. ^_^;;
At least the troll person is friendlier than they are online. Its True, the internet makes people ruder than they seem.
(I dun goofed, didn't I.)
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Post by gold on Jul 13, 2011 14:04:08 GMT -5
((Hey Dan, as we've been walking awhile but the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS BUILDING isn't getting any closer, I have to wonder: are the SPACEMO--ASTRONAUTS any farther away from us then they were when we started?))
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Post by Robyn on Jul 13, 2011 15:41:42 GMT -5
> Fyvell: Use your incredible powers of thought process to determine which kid is Quil.
You don't need to. The pink-shirted kid already gave you a rather helpful point in the right direction, and you saw him glance up at his name. The subsequent keep-your-head-down-and-hope-no-one-noticed-that act kind of sealed the deal. You see that he is quite a bit SHORTER than most of the other humans, probably YOUNGER, too. This makes your previous conversations and his AMATEUR LEVEL OF WRITING make a lot more sense. You also find this ADORABLE, and you know that he'll probably hate that. This delights you to no end.
"Hello~ again, Quil!!!!!"
You throw your arms around his shoulders from behind, because at times, you do not have a very good understanding of the concept of PERSONAL SPACE.
"It i5 5o~ impo~55ibly, wo~nderfully, unbelievably, interestingly, weirdly NICE to~ fiiiiinally meet yo~u!!!!!"
You giggle a little after that. During your chats, you were notorious about getting onto Quil for his excessive use of ADVERBS in his writing. You are glad this will get to carry over into the physical plane, and it is making you feel better already.
".....Yo~u do~ remember me, right?"
> Toby: Ponder the distance to that building.
Nah, you're not really thinking about that. You realize that more and more of the trolls have gotten with the PROGRAM and are now following along with the rest of you. One of them seems really excited, and you recognize her much faster than that gold one. You talked to her a lot more. You are NEARLY CERTAIN that the colorful, crazy one you saw earlier is in fact Ikirid.
You always figured that you drew one of the longer straws when it came to trolls. Buck always complained about how much of a jerk the alien that bothered him the most was, and Quil had little to say about his that was positive. Even if Ikirid had always seemed a little bit OUT THERE, she was never really outright RUDE to you, which automatically gave her a gold star in your book. Her mannerisms were also sort of ADORABLE, once you got used to them, although you doubt you'd ever admit as much OUT LOUD.
"Ikirid? Is that you? It's me, Toby"
You instinctively hold out your hand for INTRODUCTORY PURPOSES before remembering that troll etiquette is probably wildly different than yours. You keep your hand extended, and you're not quite sure why. You kind of want to see WHAT SHE'LL DO.
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Post by gold on Jul 13, 2011 16:27:20 GMT -5
((It's funny how similar Ikroye's and Ikirid's names are. XD ))
> Ikroye: Trip on nothing.
After said trip, you examine your hand to find some of your green blood oozing out. Yuck. You wipe it on the side of your pants and continue walking, but not before Ceci notices. That's fine with you, though. It isn't weird or anything. It's not like troll blood and human blood could possibly be any different, right? Right?
> Sean: Slightly regret being in front.
As annoying as the trolls are, it's probably important to get to know them a bit better. However, since you're in front, you can't very well stop walking and wait for everyone else to get past you just so you'll have company. For now, you will continue leading.
You'll at least hunt Ikroye down and tell him what's what later, because right now you'd rather avoid him, because Ceci already beat you to him. You wonder what they could possibly be talking about.
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Post by friday on Jul 13, 2011 21:01:56 GMT -5
((Lol, I saw that, too. XD At least they aren't too similar. Ikroye is adorable, by the way. Reminds me of Tavros. <3))
> Ikirid: Be the sort of cute one.
You perk up when you hear someone say your name. You turn to see someone who you finally recognize as Toby. Instantly, you go into something of a FANGIRL MODE, because the excitement is just TOO MUCH TO TAKE. He looks very much like you imagined him, only more MANLY and VERY MUCH HUMAN. He was always a pretty nice, mellow guy, which was a bit of a relief from the many tiresome trolls you had to converse with.
"Tobyyyy~! 8D It's yooou~! Oh Gog, this is soooo cool~ Yep, I'm me all right~" Your face has spread into something of a crazed grin, which might be slightly terrifying to Toby, judging by his expression. But you can't help it. Now he's offered his hand to you, and you're not sure what to do. You aren't very versed in HUMAN ETIQUETTE, so you wonder if you're supposed to sever the hand as a sort of offering of FRIENDSHIP. But the other humans seem to have all of their BODY PARTS in tact, so this can't be true. You decide to also offer you hand and see what happens.
"Lol, I have no idea what we're doing~ 8E"
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Post by Roughtiger on Jul 13, 2011 21:22:02 GMT -5
((If I've done this wrong...kill me.))
> ??: Observe shenanigans from afar.
You, whoever you are.. observe the group(s) from a safe distance. Well, more like keeping a safe distance FAR OFF in another LAND.
All you're really doing is looking at them, through some sort of...computer. Seeing if you can remember. It all seems familiar, yet so distant.
"Th!s !s stup!d..."
In order to find answers to your, sudden memory loss. You must ask about what this random bunch are up to! You have this feeling you know them, or some of them. And you have this feeling you should be there with them. Doing whatever the hell they're doing. Well, you would be...but your stuck here. Wherever here IS.
"Bel!eve !t's t!me t* @sk s*me *f these y*ung M@re's and St@ll!*ns...s*me quest!*ns."
You decide that it's wise to state your name now. If only you could remember it. You're just RT.
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