[identity profile] musicologistics.livejournal.com
You've been pretty much doing that all your life- this is going to have to get a little more specific.

==> Zurahe: Be kind of a badass musically.

There we go, that you can handle- especially since the trip doesn't seem to have damaged your A.V.E.S. any. Thank god too, because you really do hate the way imps shriek when they attack en masse. Totally throws off your groove, and with The Righteous and The Wicked, a good rhythm's something that's a little more necessary than usual with all that chain flying through the air, getting wrapped around necks... if they happen to exist on whatever you're fighting, that is.

Complicated stuff, and you find yourself either humming or whistling along as you continue.



You're barely paying attention to your Echeladder as it starts to slowly climb upwards once again either- you're mostly focused on clearing out these imps and taking the grist to start building your cache up again. You've got a lot of things to re-alchemize and nowhere near enough grist to do it with. You're online as blackoutEtude of course, but anyone that pesters you is going to have a bit of a wait. Finding you in the flesh isn't hard though- it's not like the music and converging imps aren't a dead giveaway regardless. You suppose that as long as they're not about to get themselves killed, you don't mind if anyone wants to join in.
[identity profile] astravisolmis.livejournal.com
[You are a six sweeps old teal-blooded troll named NOMSHU PENSYS, one of the original session trolls. You are on the LAND OF STORM AND GLASS, grumpily slithering and skidding across the platforms. Occasionally you fire arrows at the albatross consorts that mock you from the sky, but the wind snatches away any arrows before you can have delicious SENTIENT CLUCKBEAST MEAT.

These arrows may fall in the direction of other players on the land. You do not care.

You are online as balefulAcrylic.]



[You are an eight sweeps blue-blood named ASTRAVI SOLMIS, a questionably sane import from a failed session. You are on the LAND OF DUST AND MEMORY and you stand out against the landscape like a six foot troll in heavy winter clothing. Which, of course, you are.

Despite being nocturnal like all good trolls, you are warily and grudgingly exploring the different ruin entrances under the hot sun. It is a good thing you have a hood.

You are online as lingeringExasperated.]



[You are a strange pink-haired human named CASSANDRA IVATHOLL, a fifteen year old on the land of IRON AND SHROUDS. You are sitting on the top of a crumbled iron tower, and if someone passes by, you yell and scream HELLO in a high-pitched, squealing register more suitable for calling dogs. You are not having any problems with the Raven Consorts thanks to your sharing of food.

You are online as fortunateConclusion.]
[identity profile] ironicicon.livejournal.com
CURRENT analogueEqualizer[CAE] RIGHT NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board FUCK THIS NOISE.

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CAE RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FUCK THIS NOISE.

CAE: sweet Jesus Mary Joseph and his Technicolor Dreamcoat boys and girls
CAE: lemme see if I got this fucking situation right so I don’t have to keep myself guessing if this bullshit is even for real for any longer than I gotta
CAE: you brats fucked up and got your space player killed
CAE: and somehow this shitty little program you got running
CAE: is hauling in poor unsuspecting dumbasses plus yours truly in left and right
CAE: like a goddamn black hole of rampant bullshit and inconvenience
CAE: and as far as I can figure it we’re all stuck here until we make you guys that fucking not-really-metaphorical universe frog
CAE: so you fucknubs can get the fuck right on with your session and not die a hideous death via paradox space
CAE: because you can’t handle a little doom
CAE: well la-dee-fucking-da
CAE: cry me a river build yourselves a bridge and get the fuck over it
CAE: I’m not even a player dumbshits good job
CAE: what the fuck am I supposed to do the entire time I’m here
CAE: host fucking dance parties for whatever retarded little consorts you have on these planets
CAE:
CAE:
CAE:
CAE: why the fuck not it’s not like I got anything better to do
CAE: shit let’s have a rave
[identity profile] falseflagged.livejournal.com
CURRENT informativeInfiltrator [CII] RIGHT NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board where are You now?.

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CII: RIGHT NOW opened memo on board where are You now?.
CII: okay, so. as I type this, Cass is exploring around Us.
CII: which I guess leaves Me to ask where the Rest Of Us have gotten off to?
CII: can any of You see this?


CURRENT fortunateConclusion [CFC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

CFC: hi cody!
CFC: i can see you!
CFC: uh in real life too i mean so look over here hey hey hey listen
CFC: to your left!

CII: I know You can see this and Me, Cass.
CII: I was more hoping Iris or Rory or Taja, You know, The Others would notice this.
CII: or hell, I was just wondering if Anyone Besides Us can see this.

CFC: good idea lets have a party and invite everyone!
CFC: whose coming

CII: You know what?
CII: sure. let’s call it a party.
CII: Everyone Who Can See This is Invited.
CII: We’re in some dilapidated iron tower in a place that looks like a bad metal album.
CII: so come on by.
CII: just let Us know here first, okay?
CII: or, You know, just say anything here period.
CII: I’d really like to believe We’re not The Last People Alive In This Session.
[identity profile] steelkind.livejournal.com
Okay, you've been getting dive-bombed by these consorts for far too long. Granted, you've probably managed better than most, since you're able to turn yourself invisible...but you can't maintain that constantly, and they just go back to harassing you every time you reappear. Something must be done.

==> Deploy chain-flail.

Consorts or not, no one could claim that these shitty crows haven't earned what's coming to them. Aren't you lucky you stole chose a long-range strife specibus? You're equally lucky that you've had enough free time over the sweeps to get pretty good at using it.

==> Nail a crow right between the eyes.

Welp.

That looked painful.

Of course, there's still quite a lot of them, and only one of you. As satisfying as that was, you're not really getting anywhere this way. How are you ever going to climb that tower?

==> Have an idea.

Now that could work.

Maybe you can just...angle your throw like so...and...

==> Do something awesome.

Hell yes.

HELL

FUCKING

YES.

Having lassoed yourself a consort, you have now acquired a FLYING CROW MOUNT. It's no coincidence a runt troll like you has survived as long as you have.

Time to ascend this tower in STYLE.

Oh, and you should get in contact with Trollpunzel or whoever it is that's at the top of this thing.

==> Open memo.

CURRENT artfulTransgressor [CAT] RIGHT NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board HELL FUCKING YES.

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CAT RIGHT NOW opened memo on board HELL FUCKING YES.

CAT: yeah so i told you i could handle this shit
CAT: orangeblood whose name i dont haVe yet
CAT: and you can now consider it officially handled
CAT: im on my way up

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