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witchesreign2011-07-21 08:32 pm
tortileghostwriter) wrote in witchesreign2011-07-21 08:32 pm
second leaf [bbs/open action for training center]
[First, a private message...]
strider
begin running
[And then public.]
for better or for worse it seems ive been roped into this ridiculous date auction
while ill deal with the cause of the problem i suppose that while my presence as part of the proceedings is bothersome to say the least it cant hurt to entertain it
the banquet doesnt start until i enter the mead hall after all
on a much lighter note garden allow me to share a particular track with you all
it comes from the album that changed the face of drum and bass forever
ladies and gentlemen prepare
to hold
your
color
- tortileGhostwriter
[And then an audio embed, courtesy of a file transfer from the Hubtop...]
****
[After all of this, David can be found in the Training Center. As opposed to his standard saber, or the weapon with a remarkable resemblance to a lightsaber, he's holding something...different. A scimitar with a black blade, crackling with energy, looking less like it was there and more like a scar on the world, like dead pixels and is it shifting? A group of monsters is across from him. He holds the junctioning device in his offhand, looking at it for a moment. The name "YGGDRASIL" still stands out on the interface. Better to be sure...
He junctions her.]
Little solace comes...
[Summoning.]
To those who grieve...
[Darkness descends. The temperature in the room drops to precisely freezing.]
When thoughts keep drifting...
[The walls, floor, and ceiling of the room turn black. Featureless.]
As walls keep shifting...
[Vast endless corridors open up on the walls.]
And this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves...
[A spiral staircase forms behind him, leading down somewhere. Who knows where. A noise like a low growl becomes audible throughout the room.]
moments before the wind.
Yggdrasil.
[A sound comes, like the shifting of great tree limbs, like a great rustling of paper. A great hulking thing, vaguely human and female in shape but clearly monstrous, a face like a mask, bearing a smile like empty windows. A vast cloak of paper, long arms, with hands that were less hands now and more tentacle-like claws. A soft, definitely female voice, came almost like a whisper.]
David dear, don't be afraid...
[He dismissed her. Quickly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he couldn't deal with her actually being present. The room swiftly returned to normal appearance and temperature, the light and heat returning. Now, to deal with the monsters.
Simple enough.]
[OOC note: Though it's a YouTube embed OOCly, for IC purposes, it's audio.]
strider
begin running
[And then public.]
for better or for worse it seems ive been roped into this ridiculous date auction
while ill deal with the cause of the problem i suppose that while my presence as part of the proceedings is bothersome to say the least it cant hurt to entertain it
the banquet doesnt start until i enter the mead hall after all
on a much lighter note garden allow me to share a particular track with you all
it comes from the album that changed the face of drum and bass forever
ladies and gentlemen prepare
to hold
your
color
- tortileGhostwriter
[And then an audio embed, courtesy of a file transfer from the Hubtop...]
****
[After all of this, David can be found in the Training Center. As opposed to his standard saber, or the weapon with a remarkable resemblance to a lightsaber, he's holding something...different. A scimitar with a black blade, crackling with energy, looking less like it was there and more like a scar on the world, like dead pixels and is it shifting? A group of monsters is across from him. He holds the junctioning device in his offhand, looking at it for a moment. The name "YGGDRASIL" still stands out on the interface. Better to be sure...
He junctions her.]
Little solace comes...
[Summoning.]
To those who grieve...
[Darkness descends. The temperature in the room drops to precisely freezing.]
When thoughts keep drifting...
[The walls, floor, and ceiling of the room turn black. Featureless.]
As walls keep shifting...
[Vast endless corridors open up on the walls.]
And this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves...
[A spiral staircase forms behind him, leading down somewhere. Who knows where. A noise like a low growl becomes audible throughout the room.]
moments before the wind.
Yggdrasil.
[A sound comes, like the shifting of great tree limbs, like a great rustling of paper. A great hulking thing, vaguely human and female in shape but clearly monstrous, a face like a mask, bearing a smile like empty windows. A vast cloak of paper, long arms, with hands that were less hands now and more tentacle-like claws. A soft, definitely female voice, came almost like a whisper.]
David dear, don't be afraid...
[He dismissed her. Quickly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he couldn't deal with her actually being present. The room swiftly returned to normal appearance and temperature, the light and heat returning. Now, to deal with the monsters.
Simple enough.]
[OOC note: Though it's a YouTube embed OOCly, for IC purposes, it's audio.]
BBS
its hardly a joke unfortunately
i think youd know if i was spewing my usual pretentious bullshit
that would be because you karkat vantas
cunninggangewifre though i doubt that handle still applies
are possessed of cerulean blood in my particular region of paradox space
given the link ive seen between blood color and text color among you and your cohorts i do have to admit to some puzzlement however
ive never seen gray text from any of my own versions of you twelve
BBS
BBS
just a thought
ive already figured it out by the way
i wont bother saying it but the conclusion is rather obvious
BBS
[Except he's still standing in front of the computer.]
BBS
how very apropos
i assume your planet mocked you for it somehow
perhaps great bubbling seas of the stuff
or a constant rain
[Yeah, he honestly couldn't give fewer shits about this, but he thinks your reactions are hilarious.]
BBS
BBS; god i am so sorry for him
as for your second point im afraid im entirely incapable of complying with your request
im not sure if youve realized it quite yet vantas but i seem to possess quite a bit of a garrulous streak
its a medical condition
no cure in sight and nary an effective treatment to be found
thankfully it isnt life threatening in the slightest
though i suppose that it would explain my fellow budding sabreurs often complaining of suddenly detached ears when i was young
and at any rate very well
for now well shelve the nigh labyrinthine issue of your hematic hueyour enraged reactions almost remind one of king minos and the imprisonment of the aberrant asterion
its endlessly entertaining
shall we count all the hollow ways