LOAAD [LOGS] #1 (TBC)
CURRENT naughtyAlchemist [CNA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CNA: *arrives frøm the gate, drøpping tø the tøp øf the built up hive*
CAR: *He'd timed it perfectly, apparently, just reaching the top of the stairs as the slightly taller Brownblood, a mild, thin smile on his face.*
CAR: Well, that was rather timely. Welcome to the Land of Ambience and Decay, Aethet.
CNA: yø, artie, yøu can drøp the førmalities, b--pal. *takes a løøk arøund and lets øut a løw whistle* sure is spaciøus here.
CAR: Formalities come with the expectations of playing an excellent host. *He chuckles quietly to himself, stepping to the side.* Benefits of Purple blood. If you're referring to the Hive atleast. As for the planet?... It's certainly something i've grown fond of, however it certainly holds nothing to it's crowning jewel-- ...
CAR: *Extending his arm, he points it behind Zennar to a towering, styled Hourglass, seemingly not too far from the Hive itself. Although, considering it's size, it could very well be a trick of the eyes.* Recapitulate Cascade.
CNA: *turns arøund tø følløw arturø's gesture and light his eyes øn the mønument* daaamn, that is fucking awesøme, yø.
CAR: I could go overboard on my compliments of it, but i feel "crowning jewel" is definitely the best way to describe it. Care to see it closer up?
CNA: søunds like a plan, pal.
CAR: *He beckoned Zennar with his hand before descending back down the stairs, which seemed, well, extremely half-assed, like an eternal climb down just one set. What could the Highblood do? He didn't build it.*
CAR: So are you going to continue on the topic of plays? You did say you'd tell me when you come to visit all about your interest in them.
CNA: *følløws arturø døwn the stairs* øh shit, yeah, i did say that... i've had an interest in acting før sweeps, yø, and i'm familiar with a løt øf plays.
CAR: Have you actually done any acting, or has it all been midday dreams to pass the time?
CNA: ...i had søme røles in løcal dramas back øn alternia, pal, but nøthing majør.
CAR: I'm graced by the presence of a small time theater star. *Skillfully, he turns back with a jestful bow, still proceeding down the stairs before turning back.* ... And the reviews for your performances? Positive?
CNA: whøa, like i said, they weren't anything majør, yø. but the reviews were gøød enøugh that i never støpped dreaming. ;)
CAR: What a shame Alternia had to come to an end, then. It could have missed the second coming of Troll Anthony Hopkins. *Coming to a stop at the ledge of one of the levels, he glanced over the edge.* ... How are you for dropping from high distances?
CNA: depends øn høw high we're talking, yø. *glances øver the ledge arturø støpped at*
CAR: I wouldn't say it's too far. *Approximate? Twenty-five feet drop to flat ground.* ... I can make it. Question is, do you want to join me or continue down the stairs?
CNA: *appraises the drøp and scratches his head a bit* yø, i can make that. *takes a deep breath, searches within himself, and jumps øff the ledge they're currently øn, using the spacey thing tø sløw his veløcity a few feet frøm the grøund*
CAR: *How tempting. While he should probably refrain from abusing his aspect, watching Zennar use his own... He just couldn't resist the opportunity. A casual flick of the Pocketwatch that served as his Time Talisman, an adjustment of the hands on it's face, and he vanished. Reappearing a few seconds earlier to be on the ground already before Zennar landed.*
CAR: Using your Space aspect? How cheap.
CNA: yø, nøt as cheap as usingyøur time shenanigans tø win. ;)
CNA: nøt that it was a fucking cømpetitiøn ør anything, pal.
CAR: I believe i'm innocent in the Aspect use, what kind of Troll would abuse the flow of time just to appear at the bottom first? *Turning away, he continued off in the direction of the Hourglass.* Now, where were we again?
CNA: talking abøut me being the next trøll anthøny høpkins, yø. althøugh i really døubt that shit wøuld've happened.
CAR: Perhaps, perhaps not. I believe Hopkins only truly became big once a lead Troll was struck with illness. It could have been the same for you. Then you'd be a critically acclaimed star with what you'd eventually act in.
CNA: ...cøuld have been, yø. *gøød thing arturø has his back tø zen, ør he might have caught the dark expressiøn that crøssed zen's face før a møment* still, i'm glad we gøt tø play this game instead.
CAR: Is that glad from a "i'm extremely interested in progressing through this game", or a, "i'm just happy it allowed me to survive the end of our world". Afterall, if we weren't playing, certainly there would be others who would be. And... Well, we'd be dead.
CNA: sømething øf bøth, pal. the game is interesting, if sløw gøing, and øf cøurse i'm pleased tø be alive, yø.
CAR: More opportunities to finally claim your flushed prize, hm? Being alive, within a slow paced game.
CAR: Alot of "free time".
CNA: which i'm sure yøu have plenty øf, yø. ;)
CAR: Far too much, to be honest. *And they were finally upon it, the "crowning jewel" of Arturo's planet. A hovering, styled Hourglass, with decoratory shapes surrounding it. Arturo, however, was only interested in the swirling sand that rotated around the bottom. Hopefully, he needn't explain anything as he stepped closer, his body flickering, seemingly being taken bit by bit until finally he vanished, taken up to the very peak of the Hourglass.*
CNA: *eyebrøws raise as arturø disappears, this is øbviøusly søme kind øf pørtal, sø... he steps førward intø it*
CAR: *Fortunately, atop brought a carefuly landing onto a respectable sized "platform" of sorts, a vortex of sand dead centre as a means of returning to the bottom. There were clear signs Arturo spent regular time there, a small stack of books, some open, some not, being placed near the eastern edge, set perfectly in the direction of a stunning view. Forests, Ruins, Mountains. Add in the shifting skies and it was all you could ask for. While in the opposite direction? It was... lacking. And in the far distance? What looked like pure dead land.*
CNA: yø, this where yøu spend møst øf yøur time? yøu've gøt quite the view, pal.
CAR: When i'm not fulfilling my duties, of course. Were you able to have this scenery to see at your own pleasure, wouldn't you?
CAR: Perhaps if you earn my favour, i'll permit you to make use of this place.
CNA: *finds a spøt tø sit døwn after all that walking* it's scenic as fuck, yø, but i have nø idea what i wøuld "use" it før, artie.
CAR: It's an isolated, quiet place. I'm sure it can serve as an ideal place for relaxation and thought, like i use it myself. If not with particular others, too.
CNA: søunds like yøu're suggesting sømething there, pal. *squints suspiciøusly at the highbløød*
CAR: Let's just say i'm still curious as to the names of those you're seeking to, or receive pity from. Your answer may have legitimately bested me at the time.
CNA: it is nø less true tøday than it was the øther day, pal. ;)
CNA: i might tell yøu if yøu earn my trust, yø.
CAR: How unfair of you to gladly accept access to my land, yet not even spill a name. Surely my contribution to the development of this "relationship" far outweighs yours. Especially when i still have my reserves about permitting others here.
CNA: are yøu saying that spilling a name is the way tø earn the favør whereby i can use this spøt tø further said relatiønship, babe? *øh shit, slip øf the tøngue gdi*
CAR: *Yeah, don't worry. He has a clear deadpan stare in Zennar's direction.* ... And you were doing so well. I believe all the names will have to be offered up now.
CNA: *raises his brøw* all øf them, huh? but i'm pretty sure yøu knøw the names øf all the trølls in øur sessiøn, artie. ;)
CAR: Are you really going to attempt to run me in circles? How about the ones you've made progress with. The ones who may be a little ahead in your favour, and vice versa.
CNA: yø, did yøu just bring me up here tø grill me abøut my quads? nøt cøøl, pal.
CAR: You could just answer me, and save us both the agony that is you dancing around the question.
CNA: the agøny øf curiøsity must be fucking awful, yø.
CAR: Come now, you're so forward in flirting with everyone, yet when the question of whom your flirtation is serious with you're unwilling to tell?
CAR: Don't be so reserved, "babe".
CNA: *he is silent før a while, his expressiøn suspiciøus* ...and why shøuldn't i be reserved abøut sharing what's cløse tø my heart?
CAR: *His eyes narrow a little.* ... For what intended to be a lighthearted topic, you've definitely gone into a defensive mode. Do you perceive me as a threat, simply by inquisiting? Which... would be oddly strange, being so willing to talk about your other quadrants in such an open fashion, just to suddenly grow hostile over one particular quadrant.
CNA: yø, can't we just drøp this tøpic? *smiles and møves øver tø a stack øf bøøks tø intently study its highly engaging cøver*
CAR: *A brief smirk crosses his lips, though quickly it fades to a frown.* ... I've touched upon a very sensitive topic, haven't i? You're not as positive and immune as i first imagined.
CNA: i think we can agree that neither øf us are what the øther expected, pal.