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Ahhh, Austin Texas in the fall. Only slightly cooler than Austin in the spring, and unlike Austin summer the entire world is not wet and on fire at the same time. But hey, even if its mid-fall and 80 degrees out side. It’s still a lovely early afternoon. Shockingly quite given the time of day, And you know what, that was okay with Lyra Marshal.
Normally by this point in the afternoon, the bottom floor of their home, a bar called the ‘the hungry burro’ was already beginning to bump with life and music. But it was closed for the time being for renovations and upgrades. A year ago it became the the premier gay bars in the city they had been rolling in the dough. It also earned them the street name “the eating ass”. Lyra enjoyed the benefits of her Uncle’s business well enough, the great musical acts and general shinanagins were often sights to behold. But this past week of silence had been nice. It gave her some time to peacefully indulge in some of her unfinished fashion projects. So hard to find good cute loli looking fashion stuff in this hipster town, so she had to make them herself or else spend way to much to import it. To be she kind of sucks at it.
If only today wasn’t the day Uncle was upgrading the gosh darn router!!! On the day everyone was going to get and play that crazy new game! Lyra stared at her functionally worthless CPU, the two disks of Sburb lying next to it. Lyra is a girl of adorable clothing but of action as well! She hated that she couldn’t already be online and getting into all kinds of videogame tomfoolery with her pals. She hadn’t been online most of the day thanks to uncle working on setting up some of the electronic equipment. she should probably use her phone to check in. She didn’t mind wasting precious, limited data on her friends. But whoooo. Well, if you only have so much data to use, may as well go for maximum quality with your bestest best buddy.
Lyra was always in a great mood after a chat with Abbi. Though landsakes she wish that girl would just stop fawning all over her crush and just act on it already. Still, it was good to know her friends weren’t all gaming with out her yet.
Oh, wait a minute, she was getting a message from some stranger…
The troll really managed to get Lyra’s ire to high levels. Lyra never took well to the sort that like to pick on others. If she had been remotely within the city limits of Rich’s home town there would be a heck of an extensive trail of broken bullies in her wake. Or any of her friends, to be honest, though rich’s bully problem seemed to be the most acute. Shoot, just thinking about that made Lyra even more worked up! She desperately wanted to go a few rounds on her faithful punching bag, but it was afternoon and her pet bat was still sound asleep. She’d hate to disturb the little critter’s rest, when it so rarely got the chance to sleep soundly in when the bar was actually open.
Only one thing to do, sneak downstairs and hook the wifi back up. Knowing her scatter brain uncle he probably got half way through what should have been a relatively quick and simple process and then got distracted by a different more time consuming task. It was he way. Why did she have to sneak? Weeeeell, Uncle was probably now ‘Druncle’ status. Druncle being “Drunk Uncle”. And while he was a sweet sort inebriated or no, when he gets a few drinks in his blood he has a tendency to run his mouth. If she got caught she’d be likely caught in a rambling chat loop for god knows how long.
Using her quickest of youth moves and carefullest of youngster tricks Abbie makes her way down to the bar level of their home. No sign to Drunkle yet. Though you saw the countless half-finished bar-renovation projects along the way. The biggest offender of ‘I started it but then I decided to start something else’ was a rather outrageous one. A giant freaking horned armadillo statue sitting in the middle of the bars dance floor. It was supposed to be a back ground piece of the new musical act stage (which of course was also only half done being remade ). But the dang thing was the size of like, TWO hummers! It barely fit in the dang building! She was still not entirely sure how Uncle got it in here to begin with, it was way bigger than any of their doors.
She begged her uncle not to get that damn thing. If she hadn’t spent most of the budget on that they could have had real contractors out here the Eating Ass….er, you mean the Hungry Burro would be already open for business again. At this rate, it wasn’t going to be open again till next spring!
she sigh at sight of the absolutely gaudy item, southern as hell she may be but even she had a limit. She hopped behind the bar where much of the more delicate electronics were kept inside of cabinet and found it a mess of wires and various machines. She sighed and began to sort through them till she found the half set up wifi router. “seriously” she mumbled to herself as she plugged int a few more wires “you were literally like two steps from done here Uncle.” As she the router began to boot up she was about to stand up when suddenly she heard the tell-tale sound of a slightly slurred queen song.
HELL! Uncle was in the room. No way out without risking familial strife. A sober uncle you had a chance against…but drunkle was a whole different can of worms
Well, looks like lyra is stuck here for now. May as well be some other luckless kid.
Normally by this point in the afternoon, the bottom floor of their home, a bar called the ‘the hungry burro’ was already beginning to bump with life and music. But it was closed for the time being for renovations and upgrades. A year ago it became the the premier gay bars in the city they had been rolling in the dough. It also earned them the street name “the eating ass”. Lyra enjoyed the benefits of her Uncle’s business well enough, the great musical acts and general shinanagins were often sights to behold. But this past week of silence had been nice. It gave her some time to peacefully indulge in some of her unfinished fashion projects. So hard to find good cute loli looking fashion stuff in this hipster town, so she had to make them herself or else spend way to much to import it. To be she kind of sucks at it.
If only today wasn’t the day Uncle was upgrading the gosh darn router!!! On the day everyone was going to get and play that crazy new game! Lyra stared at her functionally worthless CPU, the two disks of Sburb lying next to it. Lyra is a girl of adorable clothing but of action as well! She hated that she couldn’t already be online and getting into all kinds of videogame tomfoolery with her pals. She hadn’t been online most of the day thanks to uncle working on setting up some of the electronic equipment. she should probably use her phone to check in. She didn’t mind wasting precious, limited data on her friends. But whoooo. Well, if you only have so much data to use, may as well go for maximum quality with your bestest best buddy.
Lyra was always in a great mood after a chat with Abbi. Though landsakes she wish that girl would just stop fawning all over her crush and just act on it already. Still, it was good to know her friends weren’t all gaming with out her yet.
Oh, wait a minute, she was getting a message from some stranger…
The troll really managed to get Lyra’s ire to high levels. Lyra never took well to the sort that like to pick on others. If she had been remotely within the city limits of Rich’s home town there would be a heck of an extensive trail of broken bullies in her wake. Or any of her friends, to be honest, though rich’s bully problem seemed to be the most acute. Shoot, just thinking about that made Lyra even more worked up! She desperately wanted to go a few rounds on her faithful punching bag, but it was afternoon and her pet bat was still sound asleep. She’d hate to disturb the little critter’s rest, when it so rarely got the chance to sleep soundly in when the bar was actually open.
Only one thing to do, sneak downstairs and hook the wifi back up. Knowing her scatter brain uncle he probably got half way through what should have been a relatively quick and simple process and then got distracted by a different more time consuming task. It was he way. Why did she have to sneak? Weeeeell, Uncle was probably now ‘Druncle’ status. Druncle being “Drunk Uncle”. And while he was a sweet sort inebriated or no, when he gets a few drinks in his blood he has a tendency to run his mouth. If she got caught she’d be likely caught in a rambling chat loop for god knows how long.
Using her quickest of youth moves and carefullest of youngster tricks Abbie makes her way down to the bar level of their home. No sign to Drunkle yet. Though you saw the countless half-finished bar-renovation projects along the way. The biggest offender of ‘I started it but then I decided to start something else’ was a rather outrageous one. A giant freaking horned armadillo statue sitting in the middle of the bars dance floor. It was supposed to be a back ground piece of the new musical act stage (which of course was also only half done being remade ). But the dang thing was the size of like, TWO hummers! It barely fit in the dang building! She was still not entirely sure how Uncle got it in here to begin with, it was way bigger than any of their doors.
She begged her uncle not to get that damn thing. If she hadn’t spent most of the budget on that they could have had real contractors out here the Eating Ass….er, you mean the Hungry Burro would be already open for business again. At this rate, it wasn’t going to be open again till next spring!
she sigh at sight of the absolutely gaudy item, southern as hell she may be but even she had a limit. She hopped behind the bar where much of the more delicate electronics were kept inside of cabinet and found it a mess of wires and various machines. She sighed and began to sort through them till she found the half set up wifi router. “seriously” she mumbled to herself as she plugged int a few more wires “you were literally like two steps from done here Uncle.” As she the router began to boot up she was about to stand up when suddenly she heard the tell-tale sound of a slightly slurred queen song.
HELL! Uncle was in the room. No way out without risking familial strife. A sober uncle you had a chance against…but drunkle was a whole different can of worms
Well, looks like lyra is stuck here for now. May as well be some other luckless kid.
I'd be hella down for some wizard shinanagins
Ahhh, Austin Texas in the fall. Only slightly cooler than Austin in the spring, and unlike Austin summer the entire world is not wet and on fire at the same time. But hey, even if its mid-fall and 80 degrees out side. It’s still a lovely early afternoon. Shockingly quite given the time of day, And you know what, that was okay with Lyra Marshal.
Normally by this point in the afternoon, the bottom floor of their home, a bar called the ‘the hungry burro’ was already begining to bump with life and music. But it was closed for the time being for renovations and upgrades. A year ago it became the the premier gay bars in the city they had been rolling in the dough. It also earned them the street name “the eating ass”. Lyra enjoyed the benefits of her Uncle’s business well enough, the great musical acts and general shinanagins were often sights to behold. But this past week of silence had been nice. It gave her some time to peacefully endulge in some of her unfinished fashion projects. So hard to find good cute loli looking fashion stuff in this hipster town, so she had to make them herself or else spend way to much to import it. To be she kind of sucks at it.
If only today wasn’t the day Uncle was upgrading the gosh darn router!!! On the day everyone was going to get and play that crazy new game! Lyra stared at her functionally worthless CPU, the two disks of Sburb lying next to it. Lyra is a girl of adorable clothing but of action as well! She hated that she couldn’t already be online and getting into all kinds of videogame tomfoolery with her pals. She hadn’t been online most of the day thanks to uncle working on setting up some of the electronic equipment. she should probably use her phone to check in. She didn’t mind wasting precious, limited data on her friends. But whoooo. Well, if you only have so much data to use, may as well go for maximum quality with your bestest best buddy.
Lyra was always in a great mood after a chat with Abbi. Though landsakes she wish that girl would just stop fawning all over her crush and just act on it already. Still, it was good to know her friends weren’t all gaming with out her yet.
Oh, wait a minute, she was getting a message from some stranger…
The troll really managed to get Lyra’s ire to high levels. Lyra never took well to the sort that like to pick on others. If she had been remotely within the city limits of Rich’s home town there would be a heck of an extensive trail of broken bullies in her wake. Or any of her friends, to be honest, though rich’s bully problem seemed to be the most acute. Shoot, just thinking about that made Lyra even more worked up! She desperately wanted to go a few rounds on her faithful punching bag, but it was afternoon and her pet bat was still sound asleep. She’d hate to disturb the little critter’s rest, when it so rarely got the chance to sleep soundly in when the bar was actually open.
Only one thing to do, sneak downstairs and hook the wifi back up. Knowing her scatter brain uncle he probably got half way through what should have been a relatively quick and simple process and then got distracted by a different more time consuming task. It was he way. Why did she have to sneak? Weeeeell, Uncle was probably now ‘Druncle’ status. Druncle being “Drunk Uncle”. And while he was a sweet sort inebriated or no, when he gets a few drinks in his blood he has a tendency to run his mouth. If she got caught she’d be likely caught in a rambling chat loop for god knows how long.
Using her quickest of youth moves and carefullest of youngster tricks Abbie makes her way down to the bar level of their home. No sign to Drunkle yet. Though you saw the countless half-finished bar-renovation projects along the way. The biggest offender of ‘I started it but then I decided to start something else’ was a rather outrageous one. A giant freaking horned armadillo statue sitting in the middle of the bars dance floor. It was supposed to be a back ground piece of the new musical act stage (which of course was also only half done being remade ). But the dang thing was the size of like, TWO hummers! It barely fit in the dang building! She was still not entirely sure how Uncle got it in here to begin with, it was way bigger than any of their doors.
She begged her uncle not to get that damn thing. If she hadn’t spent most of the budget on that they could have had real contractors out here the Eating Ass….er, you mean the Hungry Burro would be already open for business again. At this rate, it wasn’t going to be open again till next spring!
she sigh at sight of the absolutely gaudy item, southern as hell she may be but even she had a limit. She hopped behind the bar where much of the more delicate electronics were kept inside of cabinet and found it a mess of wires and various machines. She sighed and began to sort through them till she found the half set up wifi router. “seriously” she mumbled to herself as she plugged int a few more wires “you were literally like two steps from done here Uncle.” As she the router began to boot up she was about to stand up when suddenly she heard the tell-tale sound of a slightly slurred queen song.
HELL! Uncle was in the room. No way out without risking familial strife. A sober uncle you had a chance against…but drunkle was a whole different can of worms
Well, looks like lyra is stuck here for now. May as well be some other luckless kid.
Normally by this point in the afternoon, the bottom floor of their home, a bar called the ‘the hungry burro’ was already begining to bump with life and music. But it was closed for the time being for renovations and upgrades. A year ago it became the the premier gay bars in the city they had been rolling in the dough. It also earned them the street name “the eating ass”. Lyra enjoyed the benefits of her Uncle’s business well enough, the great musical acts and general shinanagins were often sights to behold. But this past week of silence had been nice. It gave her some time to peacefully endulge in some of her unfinished fashion projects. So hard to find good cute loli looking fashion stuff in this hipster town, so she had to make them herself or else spend way to much to import it. To be she kind of sucks at it.
If only today wasn’t the day Uncle was upgrading the gosh darn router!!! On the day everyone was going to get and play that crazy new game! Lyra stared at her functionally worthless CPU, the two disks of Sburb lying next to it. Lyra is a girl of adorable clothing but of action as well! She hated that she couldn’t already be online and getting into all kinds of videogame tomfoolery with her pals. She hadn’t been online most of the day thanks to uncle working on setting up some of the electronic equipment. she should probably use her phone to check in. She didn’t mind wasting precious, limited data on her friends. But whoooo. Well, if you only have so much data to use, may as well go for maximum quality with your bestest best buddy.
Lyra was always in a great mood after a chat with Abbi. Though landsakes she wish that girl would just stop fawning all over her crush and just act on it already. Still, it was good to know her friends weren’t all gaming with out her yet.
Oh, wait a minute, she was getting a message from some stranger…
The troll really managed to get Lyra’s ire to high levels. Lyra never took well to the sort that like to pick on others. If she had been remotely within the city limits of Rich’s home town there would be a heck of an extensive trail of broken bullies in her wake. Or any of her friends, to be honest, though rich’s bully problem seemed to be the most acute. Shoot, just thinking about that made Lyra even more worked up! She desperately wanted to go a few rounds on her faithful punching bag, but it was afternoon and her pet bat was still sound asleep. She’d hate to disturb the little critter’s rest, when it so rarely got the chance to sleep soundly in when the bar was actually open.
Only one thing to do, sneak downstairs and hook the wifi back up. Knowing her scatter brain uncle he probably got half way through what should have been a relatively quick and simple process and then got distracted by a different more time consuming task. It was he way. Why did she have to sneak? Weeeeell, Uncle was probably now ‘Druncle’ status. Druncle being “Drunk Uncle”. And while he was a sweet sort inebriated or no, when he gets a few drinks in his blood he has a tendency to run his mouth. If she got caught she’d be likely caught in a rambling chat loop for god knows how long.
Using her quickest of youth moves and carefullest of youngster tricks Abbie makes her way down to the bar level of their home. No sign to Drunkle yet. Though you saw the countless half-finished bar-renovation projects along the way. The biggest offender of ‘I started it but then I decided to start something else’ was a rather outrageous one. A giant freaking horned armadillo statue sitting in the middle of the bars dance floor. It was supposed to be a back ground piece of the new musical act stage (which of course was also only half done being remade ). But the dang thing was the size of like, TWO hummers! It barely fit in the dang building! She was still not entirely sure how Uncle got it in here to begin with, it was way bigger than any of their doors.
She begged her uncle not to get that damn thing. If she hadn’t spent most of the budget on that they could have had real contractors out here the Eating Ass….er, you mean the Hungry Burro would be already open for business again. At this rate, it wasn’t going to be open again till next spring!
she sigh at sight of the absolutely gaudy item, southern as hell she may be but even she had a limit. She hopped behind the bar where much of the more delicate electronics were kept inside of cabinet and found it a mess of wires and various machines. She sighed and began to sort through them till she found the half set up wifi router. “seriously” she mumbled to herself as she plugged int a few more wires “you were literally like two steps from done here Uncle.” As she the router began to boot up she was about to stand up when suddenly she heard the tell-tale sound of a slightly slurred queen song.
HELL! Uncle was in the room. No way out without risking familial strife. A sober uncle you had a chance against…but drunkle was a whole different can of worms
Well, looks like lyra is stuck here for now. May as well be some other luckless kid.
Basic Information:
Name: Lyra Marshal
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Derse or Prospit?: Prospit
Fetch Modus:
Strife Specibus: Glovekind
Weapon: training gloves
Game Entry Item: A ring of fire ( has to be entered )
Sprite: ?
Exile: ?
Server Player:?
Client Player: ?
Title: Knight of Space
Active or Passive: active
Medium: Land of Frivolity and Frogs
Denizen: Echidna
Human-Specific Information: (Troll characters delete this section!)
Eye Color:Green
Hair Color:Ginger, dye black, with a bit of the natural red as a streak
Skin Tone: Light, many freckles
Symbol: Celtic trinity
Guardian: Uncle
Ectosibling(s):?
Pets: pet bat “Flappy”
Other family: Father (deceased )
Home: Multiple story building, bottom floor is a business ran by Uncle ( A bar ) top two floors are living space.
Chumhandle: sanguineSouthpaw
Typing style: sheee tends let her southern draaawl show in some of her wooords. Normally in ‘3s’ both in the extention of the given drawled sound and number times she does it in a line. She as a thing for 3’s
Sexuality: Pan
Relationship status: None
General Appearance: (All characters must fill out from here down!)
Do they need to wear glasses or contacts?:Nope
If yes, are they nearsighted or farsighted?:Noooope
They should wear their glasses, but do they always: What do you think :P
Weight: 110LBS, Flyweight baby!
Height: 5 foot even
Notable features: Freckles like a mother fucker.
Hair: Dyed black, but natural color is ginger as all get out. Wavy and kept about at a near shoulder length, but most of it is often pulled back and away from her face in a pair of tight ponytails.
Disabilities/Health Concerns: Anemic
Personality:
Biggest goal: Punch out a heavy weight!
Greatest fear: Failing to protect those she’s close to
Darkest secret: -coming soon-
Does anyone know?: -coming soon-
If yes, how did they find out?:-coming soon-
Greatest strength: Her boundless enthusiasm!
Greatest weakness: emotionally repressed
Greatest accomplishment:-coming soon-
Biggest regret: -coming soon-
Are they more aggressive, assertive, or passive?: aggressive-ish
Are they emotional or stoic?: as long as they are positive emotions
Which do they trust more, their head or their heart?: “Instinct” so heart I suppose
Are they an introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert
Name: Lyra Marshal
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Derse or Prospit?: Prospit
Fetch Modus:
Strife Specibus: Glovekind
Weapon: training gloves
Game Entry Item: A ring of fire ( has to be entered )
Sprite: ?
Exile: ?
Server Player:?
Client Player: ?
Title: Knight of Space
Active or Passive: active
Medium: Land of Frivolity and Frogs
Denizen: Echidna
Human-Specific Information: (Troll characters delete this section!)
Eye Color:Green
Hair Color:Ginger, dye black, with a bit of the natural red as a streak
Skin Tone: Light, many freckles
Symbol: Celtic trinity
Guardian: Uncle
Ectosibling(s):?
Pets: pet bat “Flappy”
Other family: Father (deceased )
Home: Multiple story building, bottom floor is a business ran by Uncle ( A bar ) top two floors are living space.
Chumhandle: sanguineSouthpaw
Typing style: sheee tends let her southern draaawl show in some of her wooords. Normally in ‘3s’ both in the extention of the given drawled sound and number times she does it in a line. She as a thing for 3’s
Sexuality: Pan
Relationship status: None
General Appearance: (All characters must fill out from here down!)
Do they need to wear glasses or contacts?:Nope
If yes, are they nearsighted or farsighted?:Noooope
They should wear their glasses, but do they always: What do you think :P
Weight: 110LBS, Flyweight baby!
Height: 5 foot even
Notable features: Freckles like a mother fucker.
Hair: Dyed black, but natural color is ginger as all get out. Wavy and kept about at a near shoulder length, but most of it is often pulled back and away from her face in a pair of tight ponytails.
Disabilities/Health Concerns: Anemic
Personality:
Biggest goal: Punch out a heavy weight!
Greatest fear: Failing to protect those she’s close to
Darkest secret: -coming soon-
Does anyone know?: -coming soon-
If yes, how did they find out?:-coming soon-
Greatest strength: Her boundless enthusiasm!
Greatest weakness: emotionally repressed
Greatest accomplishment:-coming soon-
Biggest regret: -coming soon-
Are they more aggressive, assertive, or passive?: aggressive-ish
Are they emotional or stoic?: as long as they are positive emotions
Which do they trust more, their head or their heart?: “Instinct” so heart I suppose
Are they an introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert
Oh man... if this revise is accepted, would you like to talk about the possibility of your troll being responsible for leshas's missing fangs at some point in their past?
--MAASSIVE RETCONS! LESHAS HAS NO TROLL SHARING HER MOUNTAIN NOR A GOOD FRIEND IN THE FORZEN NORTH --
== > leshas, feel significantly more lonely due to these retcons
Okay buddies time to break the fourth wall a bit. Leshas did not pull iron ore out from the bones of her mountain home for a faraway friend, nor has she had to contact any closer friend about being wary of possible tremors caused by such an intense exercise of her piisonic abilities. And while she is completely unaware of either of this, she does somehow feel a sudden pang of loneliness.
== > quick be distracted from your loneliness by a sudden pestering from a not so friendly person.
== > Leshas, try to remain calm
Yeah that’s not really working.
Historically speaking, Leshas and Kaitan had never gotten along all that well. Maybe Leshas could have tried harder to foster a friendship with the more aggressive sea dweller. But what few peace shrubs had offered never went well. Kaitan’s feelings weren’t even caliginous apparently despite the intensity of the dislike. But that was fine with Leshas, she really didn’t like the idea of being in a pitched place with her.
Maybe all that tension between them made made more sense now that she knew that they knew about her ancestor. She hadn’t asked how long ago she learned this information, so she couldn’t be sure, but it was possible that Kaitan found out about her ancestor’s ugly history shortly after they met. That could have been the spark that started the years of unpleasant interactions. Or perhaps she has just always hated, you just because? And that bit about her ancestor was just another log for the hate fire. And now that hate had given way to threats…
== > Leshas, keep your cool
NO you will NOT KEEP YOUR COOL!
Leshas may have never gotten along with that bitch, but she always did her best to stay out of her way! She did her best to keep from antagonizing her! Always biting back her hot response as best as she could. But despite all of that crap she had gone through you still got added onto Kaitan’s kulling list. So much for keeping your flush-crush’s life uncomplicated! The very thought of it just rose inside of leshas like fiery magma, building into an intense pressure behind her eyes. She was just so incredible frustrated! All she ever really wanted to was to see if her flush-feelings for Irevir would go anywhere. If it didn’t work out, then didn’t work out and that was no big deal. But being given death threats just because some fish-chick couldn’t handle the idea was really just-ARGH!
The ground began to shake violently. A rumble that could be felt miles from the leshas’s mountain home. The countless tunnels of her underground hive were filled with the roaring sound of angry stone and crumbling dirt. At the peak of her emotional outburst, a pulse of geopsionic force emanated from the overwhelmed little troll, followed by a sharp crack, shocking in its volume and depth of tone. The sound of splintering stone. Shortly after there came a deafening roar from every bit of stone, dirt, and otherwise mineral object around her. The ground shook, and through her psionic connection to the minerals around her she could feel that many of her tunnels caving in. As she returned to herself, she rose her hands to protect herself from some debris falling from the cavern roof. Dust filled her hives central chamber as the silence fell.
== > leshas, cough, and pray you didn’t just fuck your cpu up with that quake
Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay. Oh holy shit, it is fine.
After confirming that her husk-top wasn’t crushed under a rock, Leshas looked down at her hands shaking a bit from what had just happened. She…she normally kept her powers on a tight leash. Mole dad had always preferred her to dig tunnels the slow and careful way with her drills. He’d often threw a tantrum or started a strife when she ‘cheated’ with her powers. She had always suspected it was because he was a competitive old mole and didn’t like his troll out doing him. She had never had an outburst like that before. Had Kaitan really flustered her that much? Was it her anger at Kaitan that fueled that…or the anger about someone trying to block any moves on her flush crush. Because if it was the latter, if she got this worked up over a romantic issue and lost control like that… that would mean Kaitan was right about her being dangerous for Irevir.
== > be distracted by a message
Seems you’re being trolled, good you could use a talk with someone…crap its Fortid.
== > well that was an okay talk with one of the more annoying friends of yours. Could have been worse.
Yeah, it could have been. It was enough to keep Leshas’s mind off her crap long enough to tidy up her central hive chamber a little. She craved an additional distraction. Now seems a good time to work on Irevir’s gift. If Kaitan does kill you, better make sure your flush crush has something cute to remember you by. As she began that little project she received a message
== > lucky you, distraction abound today, check the message. you’re being trolled by a mysterious stranger
[see previous post’s third conversation ]
== > Well shit, looks like you have a rival in love and someone wants you dead.
Much to Lesha’s surprise, the appearance of a romantic competitor didn’t shake you up all that much.
Guess when I said i don’t take well to threats I wasn’t kidding. Like, romantic rival or romantic rejection I seem to be cool with, but someone wanting me dead for wanting to see if a flush-crush could lead to anything really pushed my buttons.
Funny enough Leshas’s finds this rathe relieving. Seems it just Kaitan that makes her lose her cool, not actually affairs of the heart. That may not seem like that big of a deal to most trolls, but for Leshas, with what she knows about her ancestor, that is an important discovery. Well, she hopes her new “rainbow drinker” acquaintance doesn’t get the same shit treatment from Kaitan as she did.
== > Oh huh, shiny-toosh is messaging you again already.
== >Before you have much time to think on that you get pestered again. Oh, it’s Pompii, finally a friendly friend to speak with.
[i]Welp, the game is DLing and my gift is done. My days are possible numbered, and I apparently got a cool ass rainbow drinker moving in on my lady. Time to send this gift and a little extra.[i]
Welp, you chickened out before she got to the letter. But hay, you did it. One up that cool ass poetry rainbow drinker.
Well, Lesha’s has some additional cleaning up she could do as the game DLs, so why don’t we be another troll?
== > be another troll
== > leshas, feel significantly more lonely due to these retcons
Okay buddies time to break the fourth wall a bit. Leshas did not pull iron ore out from the bones of her mountain home for a faraway friend, nor has she had to contact any closer friend about being wary of possible tremors caused by such an intense exercise of her piisonic abilities. And while she is completely unaware of either of this, she does somehow feel a sudden pang of loneliness.
== > quick be distracted from your loneliness by a sudden pestering from a not so friendly person.
== > Leshas, try to remain calm
Yeah that’s not really working.
Historically speaking, Leshas and Kaitan had never gotten along all that well. Maybe Leshas could have tried harder to foster a friendship with the more aggressive sea dweller. But what few peace shrubs had offered never went well. Kaitan’s feelings weren’t even caliginous apparently despite the intensity of the dislike. But that was fine with Leshas, she really didn’t like the idea of being in a pitched place with her.
Maybe all that tension between them made made more sense now that she knew that they knew about her ancestor. She hadn’t asked how long ago she learned this information, so she couldn’t be sure, but it was possible that Kaitan found out about her ancestor’s ugly history shortly after they met. That could have been the spark that started the years of unpleasant interactions. Or perhaps she has just always hated, you just because? And that bit about her ancestor was just another log for the hate fire. And now that hate had given way to threats…
== > Leshas, keep your cool
NO you will NOT KEEP YOUR COOL!
Leshas may have never gotten along with that bitch, but she always did her best to stay out of her way! She did her best to keep from antagonizing her! Always biting back her hot response as best as she could. But despite all of that crap she had gone through you still got added onto Kaitan’s kulling list. So much for keeping your flush-crush’s life uncomplicated! The very thought of it just rose inside of leshas like fiery magma, building into an intense pressure behind her eyes. She was just so incredible frustrated! All she ever really wanted to was to see if her flush-feelings for Irevir would go anywhere. If it didn’t work out, then didn’t work out and that was no big deal. But being given death threats just because some fish-chick couldn’t handle the idea was really just-ARGH!
The ground began to shake violently. A rumble that could be felt miles from the leshas’s mountain home. The countless tunnels of her underground hive were filled with the roaring sound of angry stone and crumbling dirt. At the peak of her emotional outburst, a pulse of geopsionic force emanated from the overwhelmed little troll, followed by a sharp crack, shocking in its volume and depth of tone. The sound of splintering stone. Shortly after there came a deafening roar from every bit of stone, dirt, and otherwise mineral object around her. The ground shook, and through her psionic connection to the minerals around her she could feel that many of her tunnels caving in. As she returned to herself, she rose her hands to protect herself from some debris falling from the cavern roof. Dust filled her hives central chamber as the silence fell.
== > leshas, cough, and pray you didn’t just fuck your cpu up with that quake
Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay. Oh holy shit, it is fine.
After confirming that her husk-top wasn’t crushed under a rock, Leshas looked down at her hands shaking a bit from what had just happened. She…she normally kept her powers on a tight leash. Mole dad had always preferred her to dig tunnels the slow and careful way with her drills. He’d often threw a tantrum or started a strife when she ‘cheated’ with her powers. She had always suspected it was because he was a competitive old mole and didn’t like his troll out doing him. She had never had an outburst like that before. Had Kaitan really flustered her that much? Was it her anger at Kaitan that fueled that…or the anger about someone trying to block any moves on her flush crush. Because if it was the latter, if she got this worked up over a romantic issue and lost control like that… that would mean Kaitan was right about her being dangerous for Irevir.
== > be distracted by a message
Seems you’re being trolled, good you could use a talk with someone…crap its Fortid.
== > well that was an okay talk with one of the more annoying friends of yours. Could have been worse.
Yeah, it could have been. It was enough to keep Leshas’s mind off her crap long enough to tidy up her central hive chamber a little. She craved an additional distraction. Now seems a good time to work on Irevir’s gift. If Kaitan does kill you, better make sure your flush crush has something cute to remember you by. As she began that little project she received a message
== > lucky you, distraction abound today, check the message. you’re being trolled by a mysterious stranger
[see previous post’s third conversation ]
== > Well shit, looks like you have a rival in love and someone wants you dead.
Much to Lesha’s surprise, the appearance of a romantic competitor didn’t shake you up all that much.
Guess when I said i don’t take well to threats I wasn’t kidding. Like, romantic rival or romantic rejection I seem to be cool with, but someone wanting me dead for wanting to see if a flush-crush could lead to anything really pushed my buttons.
Funny enough Leshas’s finds this rathe relieving. Seems it just Kaitan that makes her lose her cool, not actually affairs of the heart. That may not seem like that big of a deal to most trolls, but for Leshas, with what she knows about her ancestor, that is an important discovery. Well, she hopes her new “rainbow drinker” acquaintance doesn’t get the same shit treatment from Kaitan as she did.
== > Oh huh, shiny-toosh is messaging you again already.
== >Before you have much time to think on that you get pestered again. Oh, it’s Pompii, finally a friendly friend to speak with.
[i]Welp, the game is DLing and my gift is done. My days are possible numbered, and I apparently got a cool ass rainbow drinker moving in on my lady. Time to send this gift and a little extra.[i]
Welp, you chickened out before she got to the letter. But hay, you did it. One up that cool ass poetry rainbow drinker.
Well, Lesha’s has some additional cleaning up she could do as the game DLs, so why don’t we be another troll?
== > be another troll
Ah, so nerevarine is officially out of the game? Man all of leshas's friends keep disappearing :/ Welp guess need to edit that bit about her working on steel for Klessa out of my next post.
Ahhhh~ now both Of my trolls sweethearts have a face :D lovey work @effervescentF
Oh, on a related note, I just got on discord, handle is thekiltone#2433. I would love to be a part of the rp chat if y'all'd have me.
Oh, on a related note, I just got on discord, handle is thekiltone#2433. I would love to be a part of the rp chat if y'all'd have me.
Ah fair enough, sorry if that came off accusatory I didn't mean anything by it at all. If I offended you I deeply apologize. I thought it was said that our first posts set up the order of posting for the game, hence my confusion.
So to be clear if I get my next post done today it's cool to post it?
So to be clear if I get my next post done today it's cool to post it?
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