Your name is RAENID MALKIA. As the IMPERIAL HEIRESS, you have a LOT of irons in the fire. But you are more than capable of handling all of the irons and then some...despite a CERTAIN MUTANTBLOOD’s insubordination. You are an avid student of your dancestor’s history and greatly admire her, but disagree somewhat with a couple of her policies. You would prefer an ENLIGHTENED MONARCHY, with scientifically-derived policies. This may stem somewhat from your AVID INTEREST IN ASTRONOMY. You sometimes get confused about the border between the studies of ASTRONOMY and ASTROLOGY, however, and treat both as scientific fact.
In addition to astronomy, your interests include KARAOKE and SONGWRITING, though you tend to keep BOTH to yourself. Of course no one would DARE INSULT YOUR MUSICAL SKILLS, you are your own harshest critic. You also consider karaoke to be a bit too UNDIGNIFIED to be a monarch’s hobby.
Your trollhandle is quasarPotentate, you ^end ^o speak sharply, and yovr bvllshi^ ^olerance level is SIGNIFICAN^LY BELOW AvERAGE.
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Your name is Phyllo Curare, and it looks like you might need to adjust the settings on your misters.
Your hives is one of the few on Alt!ernia that has its own greenhouse. And by few, you mean probably the only one, since most trolls show limited if any interest in the botanical arts. You are odd in that way. You are odd in many ways, in fact. For instance, quadrants don't interest you in nearly the same way they seem to interest other trolls of your age--in fact, they don't seem to interest you at all. Your friend Maxwel discovered this firsthand a couple of weeks ago when he tried to commiserate with you on the subject of your quadratic emptiness, and discovered that not only do you flush and pitch no one, but you don't even have any pale interests. You've idly considered auspisticing, since it is commonly believed to be a skill that jadebloods are frequently gifted with, but the opportunity to test this has never presented itself in your circle of friends.
You are pondering this again when you are interrupted by an insistent croak from frogdad. When you turn to face him, he leaps up from a nearby leaf and lands on your shoulder. He croaks again, more gently this time.
NN: o/D: I know YOU don't care about it, but I'm a little concerned that the drones might. They generally want you to produce some...reproductive material...at some point in your lifespan, you know?
You shudder internally a little. Friends are great and all, but you can't imagine ever pailing with anyone. You check on a nearby Alt!ernian flytrap, gently pressing a finger into its open "mouth" to gauge its reflexes. As it eagerly clamps down on your finger, you quickly withdraw it, making a mental note never to let Luciee bring her lusus in here.
Frogdad croaks right into your ear, startling you.
NN: o/D: Don't do that! What if I knocked you off accidentally?
Frogdad looks at you blankly, then croaks again, more quietly. You sigh.
NN: o/D: I know meditating does wonders for you. I just can't...focus on it the way you can. Everything I'm worrying about keep rushing into my head and then I get mad about not being able to focus and then all I can think about is worrying and then--
Frogdad places 3 webbed toes on your face. His touch is a bit cold and slimy, but you've always found those sensations to be pleasant and comforting. You smile a little, picking him up and placing him on one of your horns.
NN: o/D: Maybe I'll go make us some lavender tea. That's supposed be soothing, right?
You feel your lusus rustle through your hair as he finds a comfortable place to grab on to on your horn. Even though you haven't made the tea yet, you think you might already be feeling a little better.
After all, Mykola has just about finished preparing this sgrub game. Your chance to escape this whole situation might be close at hand.
==>Elidae: Make an offer that apparently one can refuse.
QQ: The researcher is attempting to contact her acquaintance known as Cheela(Pastor, 2013).
PN: [I'm not really sure that stating what you're doing more effichient for that than simply saying something to me instead, but I'm sure you'd know best.] :>
PN: [What chan I help you with, Elidae?]
QQ: For reasons that the researcher would rather not get into, our mutual acquaintance, the cochlear purpleblood, has become a threat to the continuation of our lifespans(Pastor, 2013). She would advise her small avian friend to either find a safe area to hide or to enlist the help of a more combat-oriented troll, such as this researcher's moirail, for protection. She can suggest this to him if you would like(Pastor, 2013).
PN: [I'm assuming that when you say reasons you'd rather not go into, you mean you were perhaps not entirely innochent in whatever brought this on. I'll trust that the life lesson was enough for you and not take it upon myself to give you a lechture about the dangers of meddling with highbloods, espechially in the fashion that you are so fond of.] :>
PN: [Either way, I really doubt that I am in muchh danger, as hardly any of you bother to remember me even in your right minds. Helixe probably has better things to do than chome find me.]
QQ: The researcher's affect is not such that she can tolerate your self-righteousness, or your self-pity(Pastor, 2013). She also finds your insistence on typing in neutral grey in order to disguise your blood color ridiculous, since blood color discrimination is really a a relic of thes distant past thanks to troll Carolus Linaeus(Pastor, 2013).
QQ: She merely reiterates her offer of contacting her moirail to see if he would be willing to come pick you up so that you and the researcher can barricade ourselves somewhere safe. Though the idea seems more distasteful by the moment(Pastor, 2013).
PN: [Forgive me, I did not realize that I was not allowed to partake in a nostalgich tribute to my anchestors without offending your questionable sensibilities. I do hope that I'm achchommodating better now.]
PN: [I'm also not sure it's suchh a good idea to take your own frustration about your personal failings out on other people, but if that helps you chope with sending a chrazed purpleblood out when your moirail is the one who has to chlean up the mess, then I suppose I chan martyr myself for the chause. It's not going to achtually help you as far as I chan tell, but then, what do I know, right? As it is, I think I will dechline the offer as it appears to be perhaps offered in less than sinchere chonditions. I wouldn't dream of assuming myself as important to everyone else as a highblood, and as she is chlearly not off limits for less favorable events, I'm not sure it's best for me to provide myself as an already unlikely to be missed temptation.] :>
QQ: The researcher is fairly certain that in spirit she may have rescinded the offer after you opened your beak for the first time. The researcher bids your a hearty fuck you, and hopes that the highblood eats you first. Perhaps with some caviar, and a nice wine(Pastor, 2013).
PN: [I do most sincherely hope that you are not left regretting your achtions over the chorpse of your moirail.]
PN: [If he is left to chontemplate your demise over yours instead, I'm not sure that that would be terrible unjust, however.]
^here are many ^hings wovld wovld probably be in^eres^ed in knowing if yov possessed ^his charac^er ^rai^. For ins^ance, yov migh^ like ^o know ^ha^ had circvms^ances been sligh^ly differen^--had bv^ perhaps even one key variable in ^he fabric of ^he vniverse been changed--yovr lvsvs may have been an eldri^ch crea^vre, capable of des^roying a plane^ wi^h a single sovnd. Or yov migh^ have grown vp ^o be a viciovs av^ocra^, a benevolen^ leader, or jvs^ a rebelliovs ^eenager. Who knows wha^ yov'll grow vp ^o be now. ^he vniverse can only decide so mvch for yov--^he res^ yov'll have ^o do yovrself. Yov wonder wha^--have yov fallen asleep? Yov can'^ even hear ^his narra^ion! Is ^his monologve so pedan^ic ^ha^ i^...crosses dimensions? Oh ^hank jegvs, yov've woken vp.
XX: Your majesty?
XX: You really need to respond to your alerts please.
XX: It is kind of important.
QP: I'm sorry, I had ^he inexplicable and acv^e vrge ^o sleep all of a svdden. I^'s been a ra^her vneven^fvl day.
XX: It's about to get a lot more--
XX: Eventfuler.
QP: Oh? How is ^ha^, exac^ly?
XX: The purpleblood has--Elidae gave her one of her thinkpan-messeruppers. And now she's super crazy.
QP: ^ha^'s an in^eres^ing developmen^. She's vsvally so mild-mannered. Why are yovr ^rollhandle's ini^ials blocked, by ^he way?
XX: I cannot reveal my true identity on this social messaging platform. For I have sworn to protect the heiress to the Alt!ernian throne in total anonymity--so that my enemies won't--find me--or you--it's a ninja thing. Ninjas are anonymous. It's just how it is.
XX: But more importantly, she's talking about all the different ways she wants to cook everyone up? And I heard her mention broiled barracuda? So i'm a bit worried and I think you should get somewhere safe. It is my sworn duty to protect you and this is a good chance for me to put that into practice.
QP: Oh ^ha^'s very swee^ ^--I mean, anonymovs ninja. Bv^ I already have a bodygvard? Remember how ^ha^'s Belica? I ^hink I can jvs^ head over ^o his hive and we can barricade ovrselves ^here vn^il ^his blows over.
XX: I'm not sure.
XX: I was thinking it might be safer for you to go to Luciee's hive?
XX: Firstly because for some reason I feel like the purpleblood wouldn't target her as readily as everyone else...so I feel like her hive might be a good place to be.
XX: And with me standing guard at the door that's three good protection things
PP: hey, for future reference, the researcher should make note that i consider any pandead trolls coming after me with stupid songs or what the fuck ever after you experiment on them to Be part of the "don't involve me in this shit" area.
PP: it's only funny if you fuck with maxwel if i don't have to deal with maxwel.
QQ: The researcher apologizes(Pastor, 2013)
QQ: She clearly has made some mistakes(Pastor, 2013)
QQ: And is reaping the consequences(Pastor, 2013) She's sorry that her moirail had to reap them as well(Pastor, 2013)
PP: what are you reaping?
PP: or...what's going on. that's a less stupid way to put that.
PP: also, if phyllo talks to you, fuck that guy, just ignore him.
PP: he Bothered me earlier saying shit aBout us not Being good as moirails or something.
PP: like it's his damn Business. we're fine.
QQ: The researcher has been in contact with Phyllo(Pastor, 2013) Regrettably, said contact resulted in the biological termination of his lusus(Pastor, 2013) It would also appear that the researcher's lusus came in contact with the gloves she was using on the poisonous one(Pastor, 2013)
QQ: If the researcher believed in karma, this would probably be easier to accept(Pastor, 2013)
PP: wait, ferretmom is dead?
PP: do you need me to come over?
PP: i'm not doing anything that can't wait.
QQ: It might actually be adviseable for you to stay somewhere you think you might be safe(Pastor, 2013) The researcher might have made another regrettable decision in the wake of her guardian's death(Pastor, 2013) She admits that her logical faculties were not operating at an optimal level at the time(Pastor, 2013)
PP: ...what kind of regrettaBle decision might the researcher have made?
PP: mayBe you should have, i don't know, gotten in touch with your moirail instead? what did you do?
QQ: Luciee might have caught the researcher in a vulnerable moment and might have become another unwitting test subject(Pastor, 2013) And the researcher might have taken advantage of her psychologically compromised state to give her a vial of what she claimed was vanilla extract to give to the object of her affection(Pastor, 2013)
QQ: Namely, the purpleblood(Pastor, 2013)
PP: ...elidae
PP: what have i told you
PP: aBout helixe
PP: >3<
QQ: The researcher cannot stress her logical faculties' inhibition enough(Pastor, 2013)
PP: here, let me remind you:
PP: "WE DO NOT FUCK WITH THE HIGHBLOOD" (Savate, ALWAYS)
QQ: The researcher apologizes again(Pastor, 2013)
PP: what is the not-vanilla supposed to do?
PP: are people in danger? is the heiress in danger?
PP: do i need to go do damage control like fifteen minutes ago?
QQ: It is uncertain(Pastor, 2013).the researcher is attempting to pinpoint a formula for relatively harmless manipulation of troll thinkpan faculties
QQ: (Pastor, 2013)
QQ: That might be adviseable at this point(Pastor, 2013)
QQ: The researcher is uncertain as to the highblood's current location(Pastor, 2013)
QQ: But she has been posting threatening messages on her cooking blog(Pastor, 2013)
QQ: Her verbiage would indicate that uncontrolled rage may be a side-effect, at least in purplebloods(Pastor, 2013)
PP: she...what? let me see.
PP: ...well fuck.
QQ: The researcher, ah, apologizes again(Pastor, 2013)
PP: ...okay, well, i have to go find out where the heiress is.
PP: do you want me to come get you on my way out?
PP: you'll Be safer with me, i guess.
QQ: The researcher agrees(Pastor, 2013) And thanks her moirail profusely(Pastor, 2013)
PP: ...mayBe try and tell other people to stay inside or something if they're still safe.
PP: any idea when this wears off?
QQ: The researcher will make a valiant attempt(Pastor, 2013) If it is has a similar half-life to Maxwel's it shouldn't be more than a couple of hours(Pastor, 2013)
QQ: Though purpleblood biology is quite foreign to me(Pastor, 2013)
PP: there's a reason you don't experiment on purples, But now's not the time for that lecture, oBviously. let me try and make sure we don't get a hands on lesson instead.
PP: am i coming get you, yes or no?
QQ: Please(Pastor, 2013)
PP: okay. i'm on my way.
PP: ...i'm really sorry aBout ferretmom.
PP: let's just...make sure nothing else dies right now, though.
QQ: Please be careful Bel(Pastor, 2013) I don't want anyone else paying for my logical missteps here(Pastor, 2013)
PP: i'm going to try and make sure noBody does. i'm the last person we need to worry aBout, though.
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EE: ~~~oh dear that's not the sort of news~ i wanted to hear~
NN: o/D: Frogdad is dead and I don't know how to quadrant and I've really fucked up every single thing I've done in the past few hours and I don't know how to deal with any of this I wish I had been born a plant instead I'm not cut out for this...
EE: oh no~ frogdad is dead~ ugh that looks more cheerful than i want it too i'm sorry~ i was going for a more BLUE expression or perhaps something in the GREY or BLACK HUE to express my upset~
EE: don't worry about quadrants for now~ what happened to your lusus~~~
NN: o/D: Those two things are a bit related... though in the grand scheme of things all thing are related, really...
NN: o/D: I may have attempted a moiraillegiance with a very dangerous individual...
NN: o/D: and failed utterly...
NN: o/D: and my lusus has paid the price...
EE: ~~~i don't want to assume i know who you mean by that but i think maybe i can tell anyway~~~
EE: i'm really very sorry phyllo ;~;
NN: o/D: That would be our resident scientist...
NN: o/D: I came to you because I knew you wouldn't judge or say I told you so...
NN: o/D: Thank you for your sympathy...
NN: o/D: That was truly such a terrible idea... And her moirail is out for my blood as well...
EE: i try to be nice to everybody but some people just make me see RED sometimes i swear~~~~ why would anybody want to hurt a lusus~
EE: who~ bel~ica~~ no belica is f~i~n~e~~~ he talks a lot but i think he'll leave you al~one~ he's just sort of grumpy~
NN: o/D: I honestly couldn't tell you...despite his poison I don't think he would ever hurt a fly...metaphorically speaking of course
NN: o/D: Flies were actually his favorite...oh gog now I'm losing it again...
EE: ~~~i'm sorry~
NN: o/D: But Belica I'm a bitre concerned about...
NN: o/D: *bit more
EE: wel~~~~bel~ica could pummel you into a lo~ve~ly soft GREEN smear~ if he wanted to~ i just don't think he will~~~
EE: he's always~ been pretty nice to me~
NN: o/D: Well you didn't paleflirt with his moirail...also you are the least-hateable troll I've ever met so...
EE: i think~ maybe~ you should not have done that~~~ but he and elidae seem con~tent to let each other handle~ their own~~ problems~
EE: i don't~ see why he'd~ get all VIOLET~ about you flirting with elidae~ if he trusted~~ her to shut you down~~
EE: hee~ that was a COLOR pun~~~~
NN: o/D: I suppose it was... haha
EE: and thank you~ i try to be less~hateable~ ^~^
NN: o/D: I suppose it was my manner of approaching the subject...
NN: o/D: Quadrants are not my forte in the least...
NN: o/D: I just wanted everything to go smoothly for the game...so I can escape from this gogforsaken planet and not have to worry about getting culled for being a terrible escuse for a troll...
NN: o/D: *excuse
EE: you~ need to cheer up~ stop being so BLUE~~~ you are not a poor~ ex~cuse for a troll~
EE: everybody~ has some~thing about them that makes them unique~ and wonderful~
EE: there's no one~ way~ to be a troll~
EE: and i think the game will be f~u~n~~~~
NN: o/D: I appreciate the sentiment Seppho...
NN: o/D: And I certainly hope you are right...
NN: o/D: Perhaps I will try meditating in my garden...frogdad always liked to do that
EE: i'm~ really~ sorry~ about your lusus~~~ ;~:
NN: o/D: or maybe he was just enjoying the misters...
EE: i'll make him a me~mo~ri~al~ piece for you to put in the garden~~
NN: o/D: That is very thoughtful...thank you...
NN: o/D: I hope to see you in the game...be careful until then...
NN: o/D: And watch out for your lusus...
EE: you too~~well the be careful part~~sorry~~~
EE: i'll look for~ward~ to seeing you then~
EE: may~be~ stay away from eli~dae until then~ though~
==>Elidae: Get details on the game and multitask...badly.
QQ: The researcher would attempt to follow social convention and inquire as to how her apiarian acquaintance is faring(Pastor, 2013).
PQ: I'm doing fine, thankz for extending the azzumed cuztomary conventionz for my zake, Elidae. I zuppoze I zhould return the favor and inquire az to how you're doing az well?
QQ: The researcher is also faring well, though a bit disgruntled due to some strange interpersonal events that she would rather not discuss(Pastor, 2013). The researcher apologizes in advance, as she is using her headset to communicate and is multitasking in her lab at the moment(Pastor, 2013). She would like to inquire on the game that you have reportedly finished programming as of late(Pastor, 2013).
PQ: I would have azzumed that your moirail would have filled you in on the happeningz there, though I perhapz zhould not azzume that he waz paying attention to all of it. It wazn't my idea, but the opportunity to chart out a new zyztem, even if it iz a game, waz intriguing to me, zo I agreed to participate. There zeemz to be zomething of everybody'z intereztz involved. What did you want to know about it?
QQ: The researcher is curious as to the inspiration for this programming venture(Pastor, 2013).
PQ: Our dear friend, (and I am uzing the term friend loozely here) Phyllo, waz the one to dizcover it. He brought it to my attention. Within the game, we would each be zent to our own "land" which iz a bit like a planet. From there, we would complete a zeriez of tazkz to level up, and then we would meet together in the center of the game for a battle. It'z a bit like a live action roleplay, but az I'm zure you can imagine, the idea of plotting out the location of each planet and the battlefield itzelf iz fazcinating to me. The geography of the planetz alone zoundz delightful. Apparently the terrain iz chozen to be zomething to challenge the individual player.
QQ: The researcher is certain that the mapmaking aspect was an ah, interesting challenge for you(Pastor, 2013). The researcher has expressed some disdain for live action role play in the past, though she is of course willing to see how your game plays.
QQ: She wonders if her apiarian friend has any interest in his ancestry(Pastor, 2013).
QQ: The researcher prides herself in imitating her ancestor in hopes of achieving greatness, as she once did(Pastor, 2013).
PQ: I believe that my interezt in cartography iz proof of that, though I don't know if my ambitionz are that vazt. Such zuccezz alzo comez with people never leaving you alone which iz zomething i have enough trouble with az it izzzz.
PQ: I do like my freedom, what little of it any of uz haz.
QQ: The researcher finds people's value of their own freedom a bit curious at times(Pastor, 2013). She is certain our mutual "friend" Phyllo would wax philosophical about the--
QQ: --excuse me for a moment(Pastor, 2013).
PQ: Of courzzzzzzze.
QQ: The researcher apologizes for that lapse in communication, as she experienced a complication with her test subject(Pastor, 2013).
QQ: That is to say, she, ah, dropped a beaker(Pastor, 2013).
PQ: What are you tezting now? I zuppoze I zhould not zay "who" out of politenezz' zake.
PQ: Though, for the record, if you leave me alone, I don't really care.
QQ: The researcher thinks it might be something better kept to herself(Pastor, 2013).
QQ: The researcher--oh, shit.
QQ: Ah, the researcher apologizes,
QQ: but she may have to leave(Pastor, 2013).
QQ: She enjoyed speaking with you, however(Pastor, 2013).
PQ: The rezearcher zeemzzzz buzzzzy right now az it iz. I will take my leave, of courze. Feel free to bother me later about detailzzz of the game, I zuppoze. Everybody elze haz zo far. You might az well. Good luck with your...experiment.
QQ: The researcher is grateful for her acquaintance's understanding(Pastor, 2013).
