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Post by isixis on Aug 24, 2012 0:14:16 GMT -5
==> NI: Be the Heiress
It wasn't hard for Isixis to be the heiress when she already is the heiress, living in her underwater hive deep in the ocean. The walls were covered with monitors that have long been waterproofed, and there are notes and reminders hanging around everywhere to help with her memory problems. Where there aren't computers there are tables cluttered with various incomplete robotics that somehow manage to function underwater.
Isixis was practically bouncing in her chair as she worked on her latest project. Latest as in only a couple hours since she didn't have much notice, but Belial should be here soon and being a lowblood he would need some way to breath underwater. Isixis was pretty certain she'd managed to throw together an air filtration system so he should be okay.
The monitor to her immediate right displayed a rough topographic map of the area. There was a little blip pulsing on the map quickly zeroing in on the center, the location of Isixis' hive, as Slenderbot was kind enough to broadcast his location for once. Somewhere deep blow in a fissure was her lusus, the horrorterror Gl'bgolyb, but he didn't matter right now.
Isixis was quite excited because, as far as she could remember she had never had any visitors at her hive. Of course she couldn't remember very far, but her memory log verified this fact as well. And it was none other than Rusty, who had just recently started to show off some apparently flushed feelings for her. This was so exciting! She even made a point of putting on her best hoodie for the occasion, her aqua-blue hair floating around her as she worked.
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Post by al on Aug 24, 2012 9:23:43 GMT -5
[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]The psychopath of an heiress had actually done it. She sent one of her horrorterror robots after him and he could in no way even fight the awful thing, though he sort of figured it would explode if damaged anyway. Currently he found himself and the large backpack of supplies he'd managed to throw together tightly gripped by cold tendrils stemming from the thing's back. He'd given up trying to get away from it by now. Not only did it tower over him, it was just plain creepy. More so than the mannequinbots, even, and that was saying something. Speaking of the abominations, they were struggling to keep up and he could just barely see them in the distance. They were surprisingly fast despite the fact that they were covered in layers of fairly impractical clothing. And then he was submerged in water without much warning at all. Moments before they'd been on the far side of the beach, and then Slenderbot teleported out to the ocean. It left Belial feeling disoriented and confused for a few seconds, his clothing becoming immediately soaked and his mouth filled with salt water. He just barely stopped himself from gasping, quickly holding his breath instead, a few shimmering bubbles escaping from between his lips. He suppressed the urge to yell at the robot, instead struggling a bit against the long black limbs. Slenderbot teleported again, this time bringing them inside a smaller area. At first Belial thought they might have entered a cave but upon further inspection, a few somewhat panicked glances, it had far too much electronic garbage littering the floor and surrounding tables to be a natural area. No, this was a hive. Just as he was about to start struggling again the bot released him, quickly disappearing. Belial tried to stand on the ground but found himself simply floundering around. Not only was he pretty much incapable of getting any comfortable footing, his lungs were starting to become uncomfortably tight and a burning sensation was spreading through his chest. He needed air soon or he would quite possibly be a dead troll.
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Post by isixis on Aug 24, 2012 11:46:47 GMT -5
==> NI: Greet your guest
The dot on the screen lurched forward a few more times as Slenderbot made use of his flickertech, and then he was in the room. Such a dapper gentleman in his fine cut suit, though the back was a bit of a mess to make room for all the tentacles. Tentacles which held her guest for a second before dumping him unceremoniously and then disappearing again. The dot on the screen disappeared too and didn't reappear. Slenderbot was done being cooperative, it seemed.
Suddenly Isixis was a little nervous. At least a strange feeling overcame her like some sort of insect crawling around in her stomach. She didn't like that feeling, but she decided it was probably something to do with never having seen another living troll before. Well no, she'd seen a few sludgebloods brought back for her experiments, but they didn't count. This was an actual living troll who would, most likely, leave here alive afterward!
So Isixis didn't know how to react. She simply gawked as he floundered around, the beginnings of a big and stupid grin dancing across her face. She swam over to him and pulled a knife from her pocket, nicking his arm and reveling at the blood that floated outward and how it wasn't a disgusting green color. It was remarkably dirty blood, but Isixis never cared much for the hemospectrum, since it was all wrong. Sludgebloods had no right being anywhere but the bottom.
Then she remembered, amazingly, that he was a land dweller. "0h, r1ght, y0u need a1r. Hang 0n." Isixis swam over to the table she had been working on and grabbed the prototype air filtration mask and gave to to Rusty with an almost sheepish smile on her face, like it was a great gift. She was, after all, giving him the gift of his own life. Maybe. If the thing actually worked. It was hard for her to test it since she could breath anyway underwater. So hopefully it would work.
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Post by al on Aug 24, 2012 12:14:38 GMT -5
[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]"No shit I need air," he gasped, pulling the mask onto his face. It wasn't easy to breath through, but it provided enough oxygen for him to survive. After a few more sharp gasps he was able to focus again and the pain in his chest slowly subsided. He had to admit, he'd never expected to find himself in a situation like this. The situation being hundreds of feet under cold sea water with the future tyrant of Alternia and planets beyond. And robots, robots everywhere. Looking her over, she didn't look like someone who was much of an evil robot genius, but looks could be deceiving. He'd never seen an aquatic troll before, but she seemed to fit in perfectly with the water around her. Unlike him. He was still trying to get some solid footing, which wasn't working at all. He crossed his arms, scowling down at her, "How can you stand to wear such ugly clothing? I always imagined the heiress would have more fashion sense." |
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Post by isixis on Aug 24, 2012 12:30:44 GMT -5
==> NI: Be offended
That's the first thing he was going to say to her? He was going to comment on her fashion sense. Isixis crossed her arms over her chest and huffed indignantly. Granted she had never been in a situation where she'd had to doll herself up for anyone. She preferred to wear what was comfortable and she happened to have her hoodies wired up with her music players so she didn't have to bother with headphones.
"We11 1 d0n't exact1y have many guests," she grunted, then turned around to one of her desks. She picked up a couple of the deactivated skuttlebots and hit the buttons, turning them on. They swam through the water quite easily and latched onto the bottom of Belial's pants. They weighed a little extra, pulling him down so that his feet remained on the ground. "1 mean 1 had t0 drag y0u a11 the way d0wn here!"
She sat back down at her desk, insulted. Her hand brushed the play button on the front of her hoodie so that music started to play through the headphones sewn into the hood of the sweater. She grunted and grabbed one of her nearby incomplete projects and began to work on it, suddenly remembering why she didn't have many guests in her hive. She didn't like most people, they were rude and intolerant.
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Post by al on Aug 24, 2012 12:41:38 GMT -5
[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]Belial kicked at the scuttlebots, trying to get them away from him without busting them too badly. He nervously glanced around. The place was filled with electronic bits and pieces and, quite honestly, made him pretty uncomfortable. "What're you working on?" he asked, moving to stand next to her. Even if he didn't like the things he was curious. He shrugged his now completely soaked backpack off and it slowly floated down to the floor, coming to rest behind him. He hoped nothing was too ruined. |
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Post by isixis on Aug 24, 2012 12:50:53 GMT -5
==> NI: Ignore the Rustblood
He had done a pretty good job of insulting her and she was mad now. Not mad enough to drown him or stab him or hurt him in any way. Not yet, anyway. She was still quite content having another troll in her hive for once in her life, but he'd done a good job at ruining what was supposed to be a fun time by insulting her, and then he went and kicked at her skuttlebots when she was only trying to help him out, just kicking away her gifts.
When he was behind her she kept her shoulder to him, trying to focus on the music, but another voice in her room was a bit of a novelty and she couldn't ignore it. She kept her back to him and shrugged. "0h just m0re 0f th0se creepy r0b0ts y0u hate," she all but scowled, though her efforts were not in the project in the least. She was just twisting wires and trying to look busy.
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Post by al on Aug 24, 2012 13:06:12 GMT -5
[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]"They are pretty terrible," he stated, bubbles trailing out from the filter over his mouth, "Any chance I can pull you away from them for a bit? While I'm here I might as well see what's so great about being underwater, and who better to show me around that you?" He shivered and briefly considered retrieving a coat from his inventory but quickly dismissed it as a completely retarded idea. It would just end up getting wet and possibly damaged and wouldn't be any good like that. He would just have to deal with being cold. He was sure he could take it. |
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Post by isixis on Aug 24, 2012 13:21:47 GMT -5
==> NI: Show him
Now he wanted her to be his tour guide. This was not going nearly as planned. Isixis grunted and got up abruptly, feeling disappointment and anger mixing with that same anxious feeling that bugged her. The first two, however, were more than familiar and they helped comfort her. She scowled through the tangle of aqua-colored hair that floated by her face and clicked her finger. The skuttlebots weighing Belial down let go abruptly and with a quick shove she set him adrift again.
She crossed her arms over her chest, hitting the pause button embedded in her hoodie there, and watched him. "1 br1ng y0u d0wn t0 my h1ve t0 make g00d th0se f1ushed fee11ngs y0u s0 c1ear1y dem0nstrate and y0u 1mmed1ate1y 1nsu1t me. Then y0u demand the he1ress be y0ur t0ur gu1de because y0u're just a 1and dwe11er and d0n't kn0w h0w t0 even behave underwater."
Isixis sighed and smacked a button on the wall. Drains opened up and immediately sucked all the water from the room as air pumps, larger versions of Rusty's air filtration mask, kicked in to create a bubble. "Rusty 1 am very d1sapp01nted 1n y0u r1ght n0w!" she exclaimed as the room began to heat up as dryers kicked in.
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Post by al on Aug 24, 2012 13:28:26 GMT -5
[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]Belial fell to the ground as the water drained from the room. Rubbing his head, he ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Standing, he stated, "I have a name. And just because you're on the good end of the hemospectrum doesn't mean I have to suck up to you." He pulled the filter off of his face and set it on a table, frowning and biting his lip, which really wasn't that hard considering the size of his teeth. "You honestly expect any sort of relationship to work out, flushed or otherwise, if you can't simply treat me as an equal?" He glanced away. Feelings were awkward. He didn't like having them, and he liked talking about them even less. Being anything but condescending and rude was difficult for him. |
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Post by isixis on Aug 24, 2012 13:40:06 GMT -5
[/b] The audacity, making claims of equality, the way his tongue waggled like that. Isixis stared at him and tried to figure out how exactly she should react. She wrinkled her nose and brushed some of her aqua hair away from her eyes as it started to dry from the heaters. Nothing worse than having her hair dry in the way.
"1 th0ught y0u wanted s0meth1ng t0 w0rk 0ut, s0 why aren't y0u even try1ng?" she asked, wondering for the first time if she had actually misinterpreted something. But no, she couldn't be wrong. She just didn't make wrong choices like that. They didn't always work, but that was what experimentation was for, to work on things and make them perfectly right.
"Rusty 1t d0esn't matter what end 0f the hem0spectrum y0u're 0n, 1'm g01ng t0 be the ru1er, that's k1nd 0f 1mp0rtant," she explained, wondering why this wasn't obvious to him. "1 d0n't expect y0u t0 suck up but c0me 0n, there are h1ghb100ds 0ut there wh0 w0u1d thr0w a f1t 1f they even knew y0u were 1n here."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by al on Aug 24, 2012 13:58:27 GMT -5
[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]He just shrugged. He wasn't really sure how to explain things. He wasn't really even sure what these feels were, though he was pretty sure they were festering and black. Most of his feels were. As far as he was concerned, there was simply no other way to feel. "I'll probably be dead long before you're the ruler," he sighed. He tried not to think about his lifespan too much, it was really depressing. Even naturally he wouldn't live that long, and that was assuming he didn't get culled or murdered, both of which seemed pretty likely at this point. |
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Post by isixis on Aug 24, 2012 15:44:00 GMT -5
==> NI: Tempt
Oh this was an interesting little situation. A sly grin spread across Isixis' face as she heard him out, listened to his minor complaint. Mortality wasn't exactly an issue for Isixis, being the heiress. She tilted her head as she considered her rustblooded companion. It would be controversial and cause a lot of raised backs, but then Isixis was not the most conventional princess, anyway.
"We11 y0u kn0w 1 can he1p y0u 11ve t0 see that day," Isixis cooed thoughtfully, her whole demeanor changing oh so slightly as she considered things. "1 mean there 1s the 0bv10us path. 1 c0u1d deve10p a way t0 make y0u m0st1y r0b0t and then y0u'11 11ve as 10ng as there's s0me0ne t0 take care 0f y0ur parts!" she teased and grabbed an automatic arm she had been working on alongside her virtual lusus project.
"1 mean 1f y0u rea11y d0 have th0se f1ushed fee11ngs 1 th1nk y0u d0, 0f c0urse," she mused. "1 c0u1dn't have my matespr1t dy1ng ear1y 0n me, but f0rtunate1y 1f y0u d0n't want super str0ng r0b0t1c 11mbs des1gned espec1a11y t0 s1ay greenb100ds then 1 c0u1d, perhaps, extend y0ur 11fe f0r y0u, as an0ther 0pt10n."
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Post by al on Aug 24, 2012 16:23:55 GMT -5
[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]Belial rubbed his face, trailing his fingers over his sharp teeth. "You know how I feel about robots or anything remotely related to the awful things. I'd sooner kill myself than replace any part of my body with metal." He shook his head, pacing around nervously. "I'm sorry," he muttered, "I just feel really stupid and have no idea what I'm doing." He ran his hand over his throat, slowly scratching at it. The thin, black material tore beneath his sharp nails and was soon wet with dark red blood. He didn't notice. The nerves were all but dead by now, most of his neck covered in pale grey scars. Reopening them was nothing anymore. It wasn't until he dropped his hand down that he noticed the blood. He stared stupidly down at his hand, wondering what he was supposed to do. |
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Post by isixis on Aug 24, 2012 16:33:12 GMT -5
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Isixis couldn't help but stare at the blood as it flowed freely from the wound Belial reopened. The reddish color of it seemed so bizarre. She knew he was a rustblood but the only trolls she'd ever actually seen bleed were herself with her fuchsia blood and greenbloods. But she usually had some kind of filtration system set up to suck up that sludgeblood before it could get on anything important.
So she stared at the blood for a moment and it made her own heart pump. There was something novel about it and it made those insects in her insides begin to swarm more. She grunted, then grabbed the nearest rag. She kept a lot lying around since she often cut herself on metal or had oil leaks or any other problem.
Except Isixis didn't toss it to him, but rather stepped forward and held the rag to his blood, watching the color absorb into the cloth. "1t d0esn't matter 1f y0u have any 1dea what y0u're d01ng, just d0 s0meth1ng. Exper1ment, and 1f 1t f1rst fa11s y0u can rew0rk y0ur hyp0thes1s and try aga1n."
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