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[10:03] -- abscissionGalliard [AG] began trolling gladiateCarnifex [GC] at 22:03 --

[10:03] AG: So. This whole tallent show 8uisness.

[10:04] GC: Oh. 1 suppos3 you do w4nt to p4r1c1p4t3 1n th4t.

[10:07] AG: I figured that I might as well. It would 8e a gr8 way to 6e social. Granted I could have ended up with a 8etter partner for it.

[10:07] AG: I suppose you haven't put much thought into it at all.

[10:07] GC: No.

[10:07] GC: 1 h4v3 not.

[10:09] AG: Well if you aren't feeling up to the challange of 8eing creative and entertaining on stage, then I understand. A tallent show must 8e so difficult for someone like yourself.

[10:09] GC: Y3s.

[10:09] GC: 1 suppos3 1t 1s 4 compl3t3 fluk3 th4t 1 m4n4g3d to w1n th3 l4st on3.

[10:09] AG: W8 what.

[10:10] AG: You won the last one?

[10:10] AG: How did you manage that? Who was your partner, 8ecause clearly they must have done most of the work there.

[10:11] GC: Qu3r1n. You c4n 4sk h3r 1f you l1k3.

[10:11] AG: Perhaps I will.

[10:11] GC: 1 suppos3 4ll 1 d1d h4v3 to do w4s p1ck s3v3r4l locks wh1l3 ch41n3d to 4 wh33l.

[10:12] GC: 4nd 3sc4p3 w1thout b3tt1ng s3v3r4l kn1v3s stuck 1n my body.

[10:12] GC: But r3g4rdl3ss.

[10:12] GC: You 4r3 4 cr34t1v3 4nd 3nt3rt41n1ng p3rson.

[10:12] GC: You must h4v3 1d34s.

[10:12] AG: You? Pick a lock? I must say that sounds a tad 8it out of character for someone so uptight as yourself.

[10:12] GC: S3v3r4l locks.

[10:13] GC: Both 4rms. 4nd my w41st.

[10:17] AG: Well 8efore I start to go through all of my own ideas, why don't you tell me what skills you have.

[10:18] AG: 8esides lock picking, since it wouldnt 8e a good idea to have repeats of last year.

[10:18] GC: You h4v3 4lr34dy s33n wh4t 1'm 4bl3 to do w1th my st4ff. Now you know 1 c4n p1ck locks. Thos3 4r3 sk1lls.

[10:19] AG: Ugh, yes. They are. 8ut unless I am going to tie you to another 8oard and throw sharp items at you, or we set up a few practice dummies for you to hack up, we have nothing to work with. And those are hardly acts.

[10:20] AG: What else can you do.

[10:20] GC: Wh4t c4n you do?

[10:23] AG: A 8etter question would 8e what can't I do. 8ut to start a list of the many things I can do that would 8e useful for this event, one would 8e that I can walk a tight rope.

[10:32] GC: So you'r3 sugg3st1ng som3 sort of 4crob4t1cs show1ng.

[10:33] AG: Well if you won with a daring escape act, then I can forsee acro8atics going over well with the crowd.

[10:34] AG: Spends sweeps on seas does well for sure footing. Would you 8e a8le to manage an act like this.

[10:34] GC: 1t sounds f41rly tr1v14l.

[10:35] AG: Trivial??

[10:35] AG: Fine, then what would you suggest!

[10:39] GC: 1 would f1rst sugg3st th4t you not t4k3 cr1t1c1sms so v3ry p3rson4lly.

[10:39] GC: But wh4t pl4ys w1th th3m.

[10:39] GC: 4t l34st, to my knowl3dg3.

[10:39] GC: S33ms to b3 th3 dr4m4t1cs.

[10:39] GC: Th3r3 h4s to b3 som3 3l3m3nt of d4ng3r b3yond 1mpr3ss1v3 phys1c4l1ty.

[10:41] AG: Well danger is simple enough to cre8. I would suggest to light the ground 8eneath on fire, 8ut we are in a ship in space. So what a8out placing o8jects that we could easily impale ourselves on should we fail.

[10:43] GC: So long 4s you'r3 compl3t3ly c3rt41n you know how to t1ghtrop3 w4lk.

[10:45] AG: Well of course the two of us will practice 8efore hand. It would 8e a shame to throw a wrench into the act such as accidental death.

[10:49] GC: So you w4nt to t1ghtrop3 w4lk. W3'd us3 two rop3s?

[10:50] AG: Well unless you have another routine in mind, yes.

[10:50] GC: ...M4yb3.

[10:51] AG: Just a "may8e?" Either you do or you don't.

[10:52] GC: 1t's 4 poss1b1l1ty.

[10:52] GC: S4m3 rop3.

[10:52] GC: M33t 1n th3 m1ddl3.

[10:52] GC: 4nd f1ght.

[10:52] GC: W1thout th3 sp1k3s b3low.

[10:53] AG: Hm.

[10:53] AG: That isn't exactly a terri8le idea.

[10:54] AG: Would the intention of the fight 8e for 8oth of us to remain on the rope, or would it 8e until one of us falls.

[10:55] GC: W3ll.

[10:55] GC: Th3 l4tt3r m1ght m4k3 for 4 good show.

[10:56] AG: I couldn't agree more.

[10:56] AG: Well then, I think we have an act.

[10:57] GC: Good.

[10:57] GC: 1 4m look1ng forw4rd to 1t.

[10:58] AG: As am I. And certainly it will 8e quite the show stopper when the loser drops from the rope.

[10:58] AG: A friendly suggestion would 8e to practice landing from a gr8 height.

[11:00] GC: 1 4m not 1n th3 h4b1t of l3tt1ng mys3lf grow rusty.

[11:01] AG: Well now, then that is something we happen to share in common.

[11:02] AG: Now, I guess we should attempt this routine one or twice with each other 8efore the main event. For your sake.

[11:03] GC: Pl34s3.

[11:03] GC: 1'd lov3 noth1ng mor3.

[11:04] AG: Then how a8out we meet up in a day or two for our first practice.

[11:04] GC: Y3s.

[11:04] AG: That should give you plenty of time to learn how to fall with grace.

[11:07] GC: You'r3 v3ry conf1d3nt 1n yours3lf.

[11:07] GC: Th4t's good.

[11:07] AG: Confidence is key.

[11:08] AG: Without it I may second guess myself on how likely it is that I will 8e winning.

[11:08] AG: 8oth the fight, and the show, just to clarify.

[11:10] GC: You m4d3 yours3lf cl34r.

[11:14] AG: In that case, I think we are done covering the topic of our act.

[11:14] AG: I'll take my leave then.

[11:16] GC: D1sm1ss3d.

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*on this christmas morn, ARRISA will awake to a gift wrapped up in orange ribbon. inside, she will find a LUMP OF COAL... but it has pipe cleaners for legs to make it look like a spider! adorable. merry christmas, arrisa!*

*It is an amusing enough gift. She supposes. But Mindfang never takes it out of the box and stores it somewhere in her block, never to be seen again, unless found by accident. Or if she needs a good laugh.*

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MINDFANG: *Arrisa was in the halls, walking through them in almost a trance like fashion, with a decently large smile on her face. Her eyes were flashing in hues of purples, and occasionally she would giggle about something that wasn't there. Rather strange behavior for anyone isn't it. Good thing she was completely alone and no one could see her and her disillusion state.* SUMMONER: *Rhodri had just kept flying until the smell of gore and death was no longer in the air, until there were no longer panicked voices and movement to be heard. He wasn't running on adrenaline, or fear, not even sorrow, despite people he cares so deeply for being royally messed up. There is nothing in him aside from anger, and it is making scorching hot tears prick at his eyes. His own performance during all of this had been nothing sort of pathetic, a fucking miserable failure going off like a broken record as shit kept flying in every convictable direction around him. That sort of desperate helpless useless feeling was one he'd never want to experience again. One he hadn't wished to experience again. He had just been roaming the halls aimlessly after having fallen into an uneasy rest somewhere, still feeling all kinds of pissed off. At the world and himself. He is running a hand through his hair, sighing, when suddenly he hears someone coming. He looks up and...*arr1sa? *She seems so... Happy? Uh. What is... Her eyes doing? He rushes over to her.* arr1sa! hey, can you hear me? are you okay? MINDFANG: *She doesn't even act as though she sees him, and in fact, the dazed cerulean actually goes to STEP AROUND him. Its only when Rhodri asks if she is okay that she seems to notice anything at all. Meanwhile, in her chuckle voodoo created world. Arrisa could vaguely here someone call her name. When she looked over at the source of the voice, her head in real life followed so that she was staring straight at Rhodri. She looked confused, since she couldn't see anyone who could have called her. Then the unseen party guest guiding her requested that they keep moving towards what he promised to show her. So Arrisa, hesitent of course, and no longer smiling, began to turn away from Rhodri and start walking again.* SUMMONER: *What the shit. He doesn't understand. Was she mad at him for being such a useless piece of shit? That he hadn't been able to help her? Her eyes are so strange, it is freaking him out. As she starts turning, he grabs a hold of her wrist.* arr1sa please! what the fuck 1s go1ng on? are you alr1ght? talk to me, MINDFANG: *She almost doesn't even stop when he grabs her. For a split second she just kept trying to walk, tugging her arm with her, but when it was clear something was holding her back, she turned around to see why. Arrisa stared at her wrist, not the troll holding it, and looked both shocked and confused at this sudden development. What was holding her back? When she looked back over her shoulder, the person she had left the ball with was vanishing up ahead. When they were gone from sight, the world started melting around her, fading to black. When it came back, the swirls and mangled vission twisted into the hallways of the UU.* . . . . . . . . *She blinked as the purple hues left her one good eye. Suddenly that weightless feeling left her, and in its place she could feel a strong ache in her left eye. When she went to touch it, she found it gone, an eye patch in its place. Her next discovery was her metal arm. When had this happened? No wait, she could remember. Thats right the highblood had taken them. The highblood. . .she was just WITH him!!! How did she end up here?? Where was here????? Arrisa tried to chase the memories of how she had managed to get so far from the cargo bay, but the more she grabbed at them, the farther they escaped her. In one smooth turn about she finally looked at who was holding her hand.* R-Rhodri?!?!? SUMMONER: *He has no idea what is going on in her head, but the moment the purple disappears from her eyes he feels a huge weight lift off his chest. The way she is touching her patch though, it's... Unsettling. What had happened to her? His brows knit together, worried, as he takes a careful step closer. He remembered how she had lashed at the doctor and himself yesterday, and he hoped this wouldn't be the case again.* that's me, 1'm here ch1ca, 1t's okay, just,,, take a deep breath, can you do that for me? MINDFANG: *She is still a bit in shock, and maybe that is why she imedietly listens to him and takes a deep inhale. However when she breathes it out, it rattles her whole ribcage and her shoulders shake. She lifts her free hand to run it roughly through her hair then (From her hairline to the back) and lets out something akin to a whine as her eyes actually water with cerulean. She can't handle this shit. She couldn't. She can't, she can't,* I-I can't-. . . f8ck. SUMMONER: *The fact that she actually listened made him let out a small relieved sigh, the grip on her wrist easing up a bit.* 1t's go1ng to be okay, *He says again, once again falling back into his broken record ways. When she starts to cry, that's when his eyes widen and he steps in close before even realizing having done so. He hugs her tightly to himself, a hand at the back of her head.* 1t's okay, 1t's okay, *He keeps telling her, wings unfurling behind him.* th1ngs are crazy r1ght now, but 1t w1ll be okay, th1ngs are go1ng to change, and 1t w1ll be okay, MINDFANG: *She NEVER cried in front of people. It simply wasn't a thing that she did. Arrisa was too proud for it. So what she was doing was not crying. Oh no, she was just trying to clean his shirt. With her tears. And occasionally sniffling and sucking in a sharp breath of air. When he starts speaking to her in that calming way, it does help a bit. But Arrisa was still so riled and confused in the final haze of the chuckle voodoos.* I-Its not that its h-/HIM/ *She hissed between gritted fangs.* H-He's /here/ a-and I d-d8n't-- I C8N'T FIGHT him!! E-Even 8efore i- m-my arm was-- *She bites back another sob.* SUMMONER: *He will believe that she is just cleaning his shirt with her face leaking if that would make her feel better. He strokes her hair, his wings wrapping around the both of them as they stand there in the hallway. His brows twitch downwards. "Him"? He looks down at her, trying to sound as calm as possible for her sake.* has someone hurt you? who 1s here? MINDFANG: *Arrisa hated admitting defeat almost as much as she hated crying. So both sobbing into Rhodri's shoulder and telling him about this was like swallowing fire.* H-Him. . .the tr-troll who- *She gulps and tries to steady herself for this.* The troll who nearly murdered my kismesis. The one who took my arm- who t8ok my EYE. *She growled, though it wasn't nearly as intimidating as it could be if she wasn't still leaking from her good eye. At least her eyepatch absorbed the tears from her damaged left socket.* MINDFANG: The Grand m8therfucking High8lood. MINDFANG: *The way she spoke the title through gritted fangs was as though the words were acid in her mouth that she needed to spit out.* SUMMONER: *The moment she said 'troll who nearly murdered my kismesis' he knew who she was talking about, and it felt like he had just swallowed a block of ice. He had a gut feeling about him being involved, but he had not wanted that feeling to be true. He stares at her with big eyes, and while he honestly shouldn't be surprised by it... He was a highblood after all, THE highblood even. Fuck. It still hurt to hear. Chuckl-- The Highblood had been his friend, and... This was just.* fuck, *His voice is low, in an exhale. God fucking damn it. The rage that had subsided upon seeing her was once more burning just below his skin, and it made his grip on her tighten.* god, fuck1ng,,, thAT GODDAMN P1ECE OF SH1T, *Gritting his teeth.* MINDFANG: *As he held her tighter Arrisa slipped her arms around him too. Finally. The anger leaking into his voice made her bristle a bit but. . . she couldn't help but feel glad to hear it. To hear how enraged Rhodri was at the clown, to feel his anger feeding hers. It was oddly comforting.* . . . . I found him draining 8odies for low quality paint in the cargo 8ay. I confronted him. . . I don't remem8er anything much after that. *She whispered against his shoulder.* SUMMONER: *Pieces are clicking together in his mind, and he draws the connection of her freaking out yesterday with her spotting The Highblood with them in the same room. His grip is tight on her, his blood boiling. His wings are no longer around them, instead bristling behind him.* of fuck1ng course he was, *Low snarl in the back of his throat, taking a deep breath.* but, you're alr1ght, the sh1t d1dn't do anyth1ng else to you? *Looks her up and down.*

MINDFANG: *She does the same for a moment, looking over her own person for a solid half minute. No pain, no more missing limbs, just a dull headache and an icy pit in her stomach.* I don't think so. At least I god damn hope not. Nothing hurts, nothing is 8leeding so I 8elieve physically I am fine. . .for whatever reason. *She almost growls then. How dare the clown just make a fool of her like that.* SUMMONER: *He wonders if the Highblood is still there in the cargo bay where she encountered him. He nods stiffly when she states that she is fine, though he keeps looking her over for a little longer. He exhales sharply.* that's good, that's really good, *He hugs her close again, rubbing at her shoulder. His jaw is set, and there is an angry rumble in the back of his throat.* ,,, 1'm go1ng to fuck1ng k1ck h1s ass, MINDFANG: *She still is very keen on holding onto him. Arrisa was almost afraid that if she stopped being in physical contact with him that she might slip back under the influence of the chuckle voodoos. She now knew is was very possible for the Grand Highblod to start them up from a distance, she wasn't eager to learn how far.* That sounds a bit 8rash. *She sighed, rubbing his back as well. Brash. Brash as she had been? Maybe. She was a bit curious if he would do it though, fight the highblood. Maybe he could kill the troll for her-* No. No don't challenge him. *This was her fight. She would kill him, or at least play a heavy hand in it.* Or do not fight him alone. SUMMONER: *He huffs, resting his head on top of her head, to keep her close and to keep her from seeing the furious expression on his face.* 1f nobody challenges people l1ke that then they w1ll just keep do1ng the sh1t that they do! someone has got to make a fuck1ng statement, and r1ght now the only statement 1 th1nk w1ll penetrate h1s th1ck cran1um 1s gett1ng my f1st 1n h1s eyesocket, *Low growling.* MINDFANG: *She just presses her face against the crook of his neck, trying to hide the fact that she was actually starting to smirk. Her brain was churning, picking details, forming plots and plans. His anger was a raw base. Something that could easily be focused if she gave him the right influence. If she gave him the right source to focus it on. An outlet of her choosing. Oh yes. Her mind was going places.* Then don't do it alone. I want to help. I want to- no, I /need/ to make him pay. SUMMONER: *Deep inhale of air, trying to calm himself to no avail.*,,, *Bites the inside of his cheek.* (but what 1f he hurts you aga1n? 1 can't let that happen to you, not w1th good conc1ence,) MINDFANG: (If it pains you that much, then I cannot allow it either. He will not hurt me, I will see to that. 8ut let me help you somehow. Do not fight this 8attle for me.) SUMMONR: (then what would you have me do? 1 can't let th1s h1ghblood sh1t keep go1ng l1ke that, what 1f he gets to someone else?) MINDFANG: (. . . . Then fight him. 8ut we do it together. And we do it smart.) *She whispered against his skin.* (It may take time, and it will certainly take patients, 8ut we will 8ring him down. We will end him, and anything of him. If we play our cards right, we may even 8e a8le to wipe him from existence.) SUMMONER: *He hears what she is saying, and in his rage induced state it might even make sense to him. Although straight up fucking murder the guy? He was angry, and he wanted him to pay somehow, but "wiping him from existence"? He bit his lip, and he remembered something the Disciple had told him. He needed to make completely sure that there was nothing good in him, that there was nothing good in people like that. He nods stiffly.* (1 hear you,) *Not wholly agreeing, but not disagreeing either.* (what's 1mportant now 1s that you're okay,) MINDFANG: *She brought one arm up and wrapped it around his neck, holding him closely to herself as she took a deep breath through her nose. Filling her chest fully, breathing him in, and cementing the beginings of her plot against the highblood. And this troll, her greatest pawn in it, would play the staring role with her pulling the strings. If they succeeded, both of their names would be burned into history as the pair that brought down the highest member of the Mirthful church. This might be a high point of romance for her, because she replies with,* (Flushed for you.) SUMMONER: *He is lost in thought, stroking her shoulder as his eyes seem to stare at something ahead that isn't there. He feels like fire and ice at the same time, angry bubbles under his skin while his stomach is filled with ice. How much had been fake? Both the Highblood and Darkleer were close, but so were Darkleer and Mindfang. There was no way Darkleer hadn't known. Right? Then why the fuck hadn't he told him about it... Was it just another one of Chuc...The highblood's shitty jokes? He is about to grit his teeth again, but when she speaks he winds up biting down on his tongue, as he was about to utter a shocked 'what'. He jumps a little in pain, wings floofing out behind him.* ow! *THIS IS STUPID.* MINDFANG: . . . . . . . . *She clears her throat and slowly lets go of him. Perhaps she was letting the moment run away with her.* Ahem. Sorry. . .I'm just very out of sorts right now. I think it might 8e 8est if I go 8ack to my 8lock and sleep this whole ordeal off. SUMMONER: no, no, nO, wA1T, uH, *FLUSTERED. He has a hand in front of his mouth, as his fangs did a number on his tongue.* yOU DON'T, yOU, uH, *OH GDI. His wings are fluttering behind him.* 1 MEAN, yOU CAN DO THAT, 1F YOU TH1NK THAT 1S BEST, bUT, *HHHHHHHHHHH* aBOUT WHAT YOU SA1D??? 1 mean, *Clears throat.* we should, say, more words, about that??? *JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL-- oh wait he is in the infirmary.* MINDFANG: *She stares at him and blinks. Then slowly her smile is returning, soft and reassuring.* We certainly should then. *She reached out and took his fingers in hers, bringing them up to her lips to kiss the back of hand.* SUMMONER: *Someone help this poor fool. He tries smiling in return, realizing he has still his hand in front of his mouth he moves it away, sheepsih.* a1ght, yeah, we should, def1n1tely do that, *Nervous wing flutters once more, and his pusher feels like it is in his throat when she kisses his hand.* t, th1ng 1s, that 1 am pretty sure, *Oh g o d... He takes a deep breath, stepping closer to her, using his free hand to tilt her head upward.* (that 1'm flushed for you too,) *Lopsided smile. Nervous fin flutters. At least 20 doki.* MINDFANG: *Oh dang, she has 80 full dokis right there. Arrisa looks absolutely gleeful, and that is because she totally is. Now because her face is already tilted at this angle, and they are so close, Mindfang just leans in the rest of the way to press a light kiss to that lopsided smile of his.* SUMMONER: *It feels like his chest is going to burst, and he holds her to himself, kissing her in return (despite his tongue bleeding. she wouldn't notice when it is such a light kiss anyway! Hopefully,,,) He pulls back, face tinted with bronze and he just looks at her. There's a smile on his face, making his eyes the shape of happy crescent moons. He winds up laughing, wrapping both arms around her and SPINS THEM AROUND.* MINDFANG: *He looked so unexplainably happy, and it must have leeched into Mindfang because now her grin was widening to the point where her sharp fangs were gleaming in the ship's artificial lighting. Oh and when he spun the two of them around, her own laughter bubbled up to co-mingle with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck again when it was over and kissed Rhodri once more before pressing her forehead to his, still giggling under her breath from the mere precious moment.* SUMMONER: *He laughs all the while, heart fluttering as much as his wings were. When they are kissing again they are pretty much airborne from his wing flutters, flying in the middle of the hall. He rests his forehead against hers in return, grinning as he watches her laugh. He just... No words.*

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-- abscissionGalliard [AG] began trolling caligulasAcquisition [CA] at 10:42 -- [10:45] AG: *Mindfang had wasted enough time just daydreaming over the prospect of locating the being of possible mass destruction. She would start her hunt today. And who better to enquire about the personel on a ship then the captain themselves? How convenient was it that she knew him. Arrisa walked to his office, quite pleased and prepared for this unanounced meeting. Her hair was finally out of that brai [10:45] AG: d, and after spending so much time in that style, her loose curls had even more of a wave then before. Her knocks on the Captain's office door were swift, and professional. Now she just had to wait.* [11:10] CA: *the door opened up to allow her inside, Eridan busily working on some paperwork, not glancing up to see who it is. His office is every bit as gaudy as one would expect too* [11:17] AG: *Well he is both a highblood and a captain after all. Arrisa stepped in, not missing a beat in the slightest. She did notice he was occupied, so she gave him a full half minute before speaking.* I take it recent events have left you very occupied as of l8. [11:17] CA: *glances up at her but only for a moment before looking back down at his work* is there somethin you need [11:19] AG: Need? A 8it yes, 8ut I find it is always important to exchange pleasantries 8efore jumping into more serious topics. [11:28] CA: *looks up at her with a scowl* i dont got time for pleasantries so spit it out [11:30] AG: *Oh, he's got backbone. Possibly.* Fine then. *She folds her arms and stands rigid straight.* I came across a 8it of inform8tion in my sweeps. It mentioned a mythical 8eing of supposed vast power. I'm simply curious a8out your views on the rumors. [11:30] AG: Captain what is your feeling on cheru8s? [12:01] CA: *narrows his eyes at her even more* wwhy the fuck are you askin me this [12:06] AG: *She gives a shrug in return and starts looking around his office idly as she replies.* You have a decent head on your shoulders, are a troll of high standards, and clearly leave little room for self error. Its respecta8le. And hearing your opinion is certainly some I am interested in. As masses of dense individuals certainly make less engaging convers8tional partners. [12:08] CA: did you seriously just wwaltz in here to chat about myths an legends because i really havve better things to do right noww [12:09] AG: I would have 8othered you over messenger, 8ut my communic8tion devices are currently indisposed. [12:16] CA: oh right they are arent they [12:24] AG: No, the aren't. 8ut its something I have intentions to rectify once other more important topics are solved. Now then, if you would please, your views on Cheru8s, Captain? [12:24] CA: ... an wwhat the fuck do you mean by rectify [12:26] AG: I don't 8elieve that answered my question. *She sighs, but returns to the less INTERESTING topic.* To demand that they 8e returned to their original functioning st8 of course. And possi8ly involve a higher power if need 8e. 8ut hopefully it will not come to that, seeing as it would 8e a w8ste of everyone's important time. [12:27] CA: im not gunna answwer your fuckin question unless you can guarantee youre not gunna do anythin fuckin brash on it [12:27] CA: it IS my goddamned matesprit wwho locked your accounts after all [12:29] AG: . . . . Your m8sprit. *More gossip wonderful. Also fuck. That little shit human was the Captains god damn matesprit, of all the fucking luck. Ugh. She would have to find ANOTHER way to convince her other then snapping off her fingers.* 8rash is 8elow me, you have my word. [12:35] CA: it fuckin better be [12:35] CA: noww then your question [12:35] CA: theyre myth an legend an i dont givve a flyin fuck about em [12:35] AG: Hmn. [12:35] CA: an if i evver met one id end its life on sight [12:35] AG: Why? [12:36] CA: because you cant fuckin trust somethin thats supposed to be that powwerful you cant listen to any a their lies [12:38] AG: I agree. To trust something with so much power as its own? Dimwitted at 8est. However, killing it on sight would 8e a 8it of a rushed action wouldn't it? You do not have to trust something to interact with it. [12:39] CA: except if you let a thing like that livve itll evventually destroy evverythin an i cant fuckin alloww that [12:41] AG: You sound so sure. [12:41] AG: Power sources can 8e contained and controlled with the right means and equipment or motiv8tion. [12:42] AG: How do you think the old Empire managed to control the psionics in their fleets? Helmrigs were designed to contain the power that the higherarchy feared more. [12:43] AG: Also it proved to 8e extremely helpful, and utalized a large, eco-friendly, power source. [12:43] CA: thats a totally fuckin different concept than the idea a fuckin cherubs controllin wweak lowwbloods is one thing but the only good cherub is a dead cherub [12:44] AG: I think a dead corpse is much less useful then a living 8ody. [12:47] CA: you cant fuckin control somethin like that an youre stupid to think its evven fuckin possible *SCOWLS* [12:49] AG: *Did u just call her stupid. Excuse you. Her eyes narrow on the Captain dangerously for a brief second. But her depersonalize smile comes back sickeningly sweet as ever.* Well, matter of opinions differ from troll to troll, Captain. [12:50] AG: Since you seem to not 8e a strong fan of this topic, perhaps you can guide me to someone who may 8e more interested in my ram8lings. [12:51] CA: i dont fuckin knoww youre the first person wwhos come to me beggin for cherub information [12:52] CA: ask one a the scientists like that bullhorned science guy [12:52] CA: tavvros [01:12] AG: Where would I find him? [01:20] CA: in the science section but you need authorization to enter [01:20] CA: just hang around outside an wwait for him to get off his shift [01:20] CA: an dont ask me wwhat his shift is i dont fuckin knoww [01:24] AG: 8ut you are the Captain. [01:25] CA: *rolls his eyes SO HARD* but its not my job to assign shifts to indivvidual department members its their fuckin department head wwhos in charge a that [01:25] CA: its called DELIGATION [01:26] AG: Who is the head of his department then. *Now she is just kinda giving him a BIT of a hard time. All in good fun though.* [01:30] CA: *SIGHS and pulls up his computer to see exactly who it is* ... nevvermind hes independently contracted but its possible aranea might knoww wwhat his actual schedule is [01:30] CA: shes far more invvolvved with alla that [01:37] AG: *Eugh. Aranea.* Thank you for that helpful inform8tion. [01:38] CA: is that all [01:38] AG: Yes that will 8e it. I am sure you wont mind if I dismiss myself then? [01:39] CA: a course i fuckin wwont youre dismissed [01:44] AG: Have an excelent night, Captain. *She then takes her leave. A minute later a low blood janitor runs harshly into the wall near Eridan's block office. Why would they do such a thing? Well obviouly they are annoyed that the culprit behind locking mindfang's devices is the Captains matesprit.* 

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[07:54] AG: -Well after telling a few people about Vriska's injuries, it was probably about time for her to visit the cereulean blood herself. By now most of her bruising had healed, but her rib cage was still sensitive. Luckily visiting someone in the infirmery didn't require over exerision. Arrisa walked in taking her time, there would be no rushing, and she would looked composed as ever. Part of this was b [07:54] AG: ecause a small bit of her was cautious of Darkleer's threat of finding some way to place her in detainment. She was chasing the tail of the dragon, she wouldn't jeprodize it over social disturbances.- [07:54] AG: *Public disturbances)) [07:59] AG: -Well, Vriska looks like shit. Still hooked up to machines, still wearing a 8reathing mask, and she's all torn apart. There's writing on the sideta8le, a lot fo it.- [08:07] AG: *She looks all about at these things as she enters, giving each a significant amount of time. Although, what caught her attention caught on most was all that writting.* . . . . . . . . Hmn. *She steps over to the bedside to do some reading, occasionally looking over at Vriska as she did so.* [08:08] AG: -There’s a lot there: “Well as you can see, I’m fucking peachy.” “No shit, troll Sherlock. Where is Rufioh?”“Sounds like him. Next time you see him tell him to come see me.““I might survive if certain idiots on this ship use their goddamn 8RAINS.”“That doesn’t mean they’re competent. Once again, it rests on my shoulders.”“It’s mildly concerning that I’m DYING.”"Even if I survived, the damage [08:08] AG: to my organs would prevent me from doing anything I did 8efore, which would suck majorly. And I’m not going to live like that. I need something 8ETTER.”“I have all the time I have left to 8rainstorm. So that’s what I’m going to do if no one else is. You can aim for survival, or you can aim to 8e gr8.”“I think you should go 8ack to 8 words or less.” And lastly, the words "F8x me” written over and [08:08] AG: over and over and over.- [08:09] AG: -She's just completely ashamed to 8e like this in front of Mindfang. She's done. SHE'S SO DONE.- [08:15] AG: -She raises an eybrow as she reads over it all.- So, -She started after taking her own sweet time turning to stare down at Vriska.- You're not impressed with their own natural ways of curing you? 8y reading over your personal notes I can assume its 8ad. Then again, just using eyes would prove as much. -Points lazily at the wires and machine- [08:16] AG: And I'm guessing this is all 8eyond metal prothetics as well. [08:22] AG: -She glances at Mindfang, her voice tired.- (Yeah.) [08:26] AG: *She folds her arms and stands more comfortably.* How long will you 8e like this? [08:28] AG: (While.) [08:29] AG: -A LONG TIME.- [08:29] AG: -She's going to repeat herself then.- How long? [08:29] AG: (Don't know.) [08:31] AG: And yet you just said a while? [08:32] AG: (Not. Specific.) [08:32] AG: (Won't fully.) -She 8reathes.- (Recover.) [08:33] AG: Why not? -Shes being a bit harsh probably. And she turns to start looking over the words again, appearing uninterested.- [08:34] AG: (Lungs fucked. Stomach. Fucked. 8ones fucked. Everything. Fucked.) [08:44] AG: Well, that is a shame isn't it. -Traces one finger over one of the words.- So what is your plan then? I'm curious. [08:44] AG: Also I came here to check in on you, since I have 8een telling people you were alive, I want to have my facts str8. Glad to see I was right. [08:47] AG: -She doesn't know what to say to Mindfang. There's no way she can get herself out of this, unless she does something that she already has given up on doing. She doesn't want to tell Mindfang she's given up, 8ut she has. And she has to. She looks away from her.- (I don't.) [08:48] AG: -Her head snaps to look at her again. Arrisa was actually. . . surprised?- Nothing? Not a single idea? [08:57] AG: -She can't look at her.- (No.) [08:59] AG: Hmn. . . . I would have thought you would have some sort of idea 8y now. Then again it is quite the situ8tion. [08:59] AG: Lungs, 8ones, and stomach too. [09:05] AG: (Yeah.) -She can't help 8ut wonder what Mindfang's thinking right now. Her idol, her role model.- [09:06] AG: -What she is thinking is "Why is she giving up already."- So thats it then? Nothing? You'll just lay in this 8ed until how long, and then if you even can walk again, you will live out some form of degraded life? [09:07] AG: -She doesn't respond. Not at all.- [09:08] AG: -She will wait then.- Well? [09:08] AG: (Don't know.) [09:09] AG: "Don't know." So that means its up in the air for de88. [09:09] AG: -She doesn't feel up to anything, much less arguing.- (May8e.) [09:10] AG: That was a yes or no question. [09:10] AG: (May8e.) [09:10] AG: Yes, or no. [09:11] AG: -she narrows her eyes.- (May8e.) [09:13] AG: *She narrows her eyes right back. Additude back is not appreci8ted, but it was something at least. This seemed more like vriska.* How strong is that "may8e" then. [09:16] AG: (Fucking solid.) [09:17] AG: Well at least something is. -She rolls her eyes. Or eye really.* So if its a "May8e", then its not a "Yes." which mean it might 8e a "No" to just giving up on everything. [09:18] AG: -She doesn't respond, frustrated.- [09:19] AG: It would 8e a shame if you gave up now. [09:19] AG: (Why do you care?) [09:20] AG: I've lost plenty in my sweeps, sad 8ut true. This? *Gestures to the medical set up again.* Is awful. You must 8e feeling outraged, em8arassed, humili8ted. I can guess that easily. [09:20] AG: I'm just shocked you are letting it get the 8est of you. [09:22] AG: I lost my 8etter side and gr8est adversaries to the Grand High8lood in quite the horrific specticle. Its possi8le to get past the more painfully physical things. [09:23] AG: Its the mentality you are left with which is the hill to overcome. [09:23] AG: Demolish it and increase your land development, thats my advice. [09:28] AG: -She's feeling all of the a8ove. That's not wrong at all. 8ut she is listening to mindfang as she speaks- (Development?) [09:32] AG: 8uild on this. That is what I am getting at. *She lifts her robotic hand and splays the fingers.* I could have had a normal looking prosthetic, one to help me 8lend it with normal company and make it seem like all was like it was 8efore. 8ut instead I had this one 8uilt. Stronger, more efficient. And it stands as a promise. A reminder that I'm going to use these steel fingers to tear appart the 8o [09:32] AG: dy of that horrific clown one day. [09:32] AG: Take this unfortun8 accident and 8uild on it. Use it to motiv8 you, improve you. [09:32] AG: You can't change whats happened, 8ut you can adapt around it. [09:52] AG: -She listens to her words, and it almost makes her want to change things. 8ut she doesn't know. She's lost so much. She starts to wonder if Mindfang is 8ullshitting her.- [09:52] AG: (Yeah.) [09:54] AG: -Shes totally not, yo. If you're a terrible enough person you can do almost anything. Well, she wont press Vriska on that topic any further, and goes to sit down instead.- So, has your m8sprit 8een around yet? -The wing guy that doesn't like her.- [09:55] AG: -HAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHA A8OUT THAT MINDFANG- [09:55] AG: (Not my m8sprit.) [09:56] AG: . . . . . . . . -Slow brow raise.- Well thank god. No offense, 8ut I was worried his particular 8rand of personal8ty was ru88ing off on you. Now you will most likely revert to your original 8ehavior. [09:57] AG: (We're done.) [09:57] AG: Like I said, gr8. 8etter for you. [10:01] AG: -She just looks at her.- [10:01] AG: (Yeah.) [10:02] AG: -She crosses her legs- So what is your next course of action? [10:02] AG: (You tell me.) [10:04] AG: If I were you, I'd 8e doing anything to get out of that 8ed as soon as possi8le. [10:04] AG: (Like what.) [10:05] AG: Now it is your turn to tell me. [10:05] AG: You know more a8out your medical condition then I do. [10:05] AG: What can you do? [10:05] AG: (I w8. That's what I do.) [10:05] AG: *Sighs.* That really is a long time then. [10:06] AG: (I told you.) [10:07] AG: Thats a shame. [10:07] AG: Have you looked into any other options? Thats what I would 8e doing. [10:07] AG: (Can't exactly do a lot of looking.) [10:08] AG: I'm sure you know what I mean. [10:08] AG: There are always options, Vriska. [10:10] AG: (Might have one.) [10:11] AG: So what is it then? [10:12] AG: -She pauses.- (The mortician.) [10:13] AG: What a8out them? -She has no idea about the experiments going on.- [10:13] AG: (Ask a8out them. Someone else.) [10:14] AG: Why would I do that? I'm already sitting down here. [10:14] AG: (Can't talk.) [10:15] AG: You're talking right now. -Tell her.- [10:16] AG: -She's looking so annoyed.- (Too much. To explain.) [10:16] AG: -She looks unamused.- Then sum it up. [10:16] AG: (Death science.) [10:17] AG: . . .Death science? -Well that is interesting.- [10:19] AG: (Wings. Aradia. Meulin.) [10:19] AG: Ahh, so they are the one 8ehind the sudden rise is flying trolls. [10:19] AG: How does this involve you? [10:21] AG: (If he helps me.) [10:23] AG: So your second option is death science. . . .Is it 8etter then w8ing it 8ed for most of your sweeps? [10:25] AG: (........Yes.) [10:26] AG: -She sits up a bit straighter- Then do it. [10:36] AG: -She doesn't respond again- [10:37] AG: In fact why haven't you already done it? [10:37] AG: (8ecause I'm fucking here.) [10:38] AG: Then have someone pass along the message [10:38] AG: *. [10:38] AG: -She looks away- [10:39] AG: *She keeps staring.* I know I've sent at least one person your way, why haven't you told someone to pass the message on. [10:40] AG: (No reason.) [10:41] AG: *She sighs yet again and stands up.* I'll do the favor for you then. [10:43] AG: -She looks at her.- (No.) [10:45] AG: -Mindfang pauses- . . . .No? -DEEP FROWNING.- I'm offering to take care of this for you, and you say no? [10:53] AG: (I don't. Need you.) [10:56] AG: To do it for you? Well then who is doing it? [10:56] AG: (I don't. NEED you.) [10:56] AG: -Her heart rate is increasing.- [10:57] AG: Then what, are you going to do it yourself? Like you said you are here. [10:59] AG: (Leave me alone.) -She's not sure why she's getting so upset, 8ut she is. She's getting SO upset.- [11:01] AG: -She's. . . .actually surprised. Leave her alone? Leave HER alone?? Arrisa was doing her a favor here!!!!!!!!!* What, are you afraid of this option, is that it? [11:09] AG: (Leave.) -Her hand clenches into a fist.- (Me. Alone.) [11:09] AG: I'm helping you here. -Her voice grew sharper.- [11:11] AG: (8ullshit.) [11:12] AG: Excuse me???! [11:14] AG: (8ull. Shit.) [11:14] AG: (What. You're made of.) [11:14] AG: (We're made of.) [11:14] AG: Speak for yourself, and conserve oxygen. [11:15] AG: I could leave you here in this 8ed, it makes no difference to me. [11:15] AG: 8ut I offered to do something nice for you, -She narrows her eyes on the younger troll- [11:15] AG: And you are saying its 8ullshit? [11:16] AG: (For your. 8enefit.) [11:16] AG: (So I look. Up to you.) [11:16] AG: -her 8reaths are so heavy and wheezy right now.- [11:19] AG: -YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE TRUTH VRISKA. Mindfang's expresion changes for a fraction of a moment. It resembled something of pure shock. She was quick to contort it into a scowl once more, completely unsympathetic to Vriska's breathing problems.- Don't flatter yourself, please. I don't hang on your approval or stand to 8e your role model. The pedestal you put me on exisits. [11:20] AG: I offered my asistence 8ecause I thought may8e you had something similar inside you, Vriska. [11:20] AG: A determin8tion. [11:20] AG: It looks like I was mistaken. [11:25] AG: -She scoffs and coughs a 8it in the process.- (It looks like. You're a fraud.) [11:25] AG: (I know. The game.) [11:26] AG: . . . . . . . . -Careful Vriska, its easy to pull out medical wires.- And what game is that. [11:27] AG: (The game. Of living. A fucking lie.) [11:27] AG: My life is anything 8ut a lie. [11:29] AG: I don't live one. [11:30] AG: I rarely tell them. [11:30] AG: If you are to ask me something I will answer honestly. [11:31] AG: So whatever "game" you think I am playing, you are disgustingly mistaken. [11:31] AG: Or perhaps your oxygen is cutting off, and making you hysterical. [11:31] AG: Your heart r8 is eliv8ted after all. [11:35] AG: -She grunts a little in pain 8ecause everything is starting to hurt again.- (It's only 8ecause. You 8elieve it.) [11:40] AG: -She actually looks pissed now as she glares at Vriska.- And just /what/ is my lie then? [11:40] AG: (That you know what you're doing.) [11:41] AG: (You are. Delusional.) [11:41] AG: (Like me.) [11:41] AG: I would have known well enough to not walk myself and others into a trap. [11:41] AG: I know what I am doing. [11:41] AG: I've known what I'm doing for sweeps.

[10:14] AG: So no, I'm not like you. [10:14] AG: If our roles were reversed, I would already 8e out of that 8ed. [10:14] AG: One way or another. [10:23] AG: (I'm getting out of it. Not. The 8ed.) [10:25] AG: Out of what? [10:25] AG: (The lie.) [10:25] AG: (That you're. Stuck in.) [10:25] AG: See there would have to 8e a lie in order for me to 8e stuck in it. [10:25] AG: Logic. [10:27] AG: (You're. So deep.) [10:27] AG: (Funny.) [10:29] AG: And you are so clearly mentally ruined. Hillarious. *She practically growls, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. She didn't like this. At all. She wasn't living a lie, far from it. She was brutally honest. She knows how the world works, and how to control it. There is no lie here Vriska Serket.* [10:35] AG: -Technically, she's high on pain meds, which pro8a8ly accounts for at least a portion of what she's saying right now, of the kind of things that are coming out of her own mouth.- (Have fun. 8eing a.) [10:35] AG: (Loser.) [10:38] AG: . . . . . . . . -Arrisa just stares at her for a solid minute, before turning sharply on her heel and starting her walk out.* Have fun with the pathetic remainder of your 8roken half life, I'm sure its going to 8e quite the adventure. *She says through gritted teeth, in fact shes practically grinding her fangs as she storms out of the room. But hey, she didn't murder Vriska. Thats gotta count for [10:38] AG: good behavior points.- [10:43] AG: -When Mindfang leaves, nurses are rushing in, and Vriska's got no regrets here. Not yet. Not now.- [10:44] AG: -Oh she totally will later though, Mindfang is going to be sure of that.-

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