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Becoming the Best: Morgo'Boondax

Full Name: Morgo’Boondax

Age: 23 in HY

Race: Zandalari Troll

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Dazar’alor, Zuldazar

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Alignment: Neutral Good

Occupation: Arcanital, sorcerer, enchanter, small-time adventurer

In-Game Character Name: Morgoboondax

Faction: Horde

Server: Wyrmrest Accord

Looking For: Chill people to tell awesome stories with! Long-term RP partners are welcome and encouraged.

You Might Know Him If:

You have visited the golden city itself and frequented the Arcanital wing, or the district in which sorcerers like Morgo would reside.

You have seen him around in Orgrimmar.

You have heard of his great deeds and magical prowess!

You have sought him out for his magical services.

RP Style: Mirroring, adaptable, para (including multi), and novella. I love comedic roleplay, though I can enjoy darker themes as well. Short posts tend to be my go-to when out and about in the city. No snoo-snoo, obviously.

Themes: Comedic, casual RP I’m more inclined to, but Morgo can adapt himself to more dark and serious situations, especially so as of late.

Face/Voice Claim: As seen in-game (FC), Popcaan (VC).

Description: Standing at an average height of 8’2”, Morgo possesses the same lean and muscular build that many of his brethren do, if not a little thinner. He bears the physique of a track athlete, more or less, with a toned pair of legs and some decent meat on his bones, though he is not without the qualities that his bookish disposition would portend to. If put side-to-side with another troll, he’d look dreadfully frail in comparison. The sorcerer could often be seen outfitted in his golden raiment, the look of quality sewn into every stitch, as well as a few of his own magical modifications. Even from afar, the sheen of enchantments and golden lining were present (and ever radiant) upon his form, calling to attention that he was truly a beacon of culture. His hair, on the other hand, was an exotic set of spiked-up curls, bright pink in color. If his taste in fashion wasn’t enough to allure attention, his hair would definitely do the job.

Morgo is an incredibly anxious, but golden-hearted troll that will always set himself aside to prioritize those he loves and cares for. While his quick-to-forgive and scapegoatish nature could at first be seen as naive optimism, he isn’t as gullible as he tends to present himself as, often taking initiative when it comes to revealing injustices and punishing them accordingly.

Likeness: Twinky troll boy.

Morgo's content will always be marked with the hashtag #frogboyfiction

[springyjay]

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♠ The thrilling tale of a Social Justice bloggers death ♥

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This is what was going through her mind throughout most of the end of that.

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my rp with

Katara Zuko and Sokka

we went for noodles

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The Journal of Morgo’Boondax: Entry 1

Entry 1, Year 33

Dear Diary,

At the time of writing this, it has been three months since my father passed. I mourn his loss greatly. Everyday, I think often of him and what he’d be saying to me right now. Currently, I am on a transport ship headed for the Horde city of Orgrimmar! It is quite exciting, I must say, and rather interesting too. For the first time in years, my people are truly venturing out beyond our home! My father would be proud of me, I'm sure, or at least, I would hope so. He always did love exploring! I remember when he returned home from his campaign in Pandaria. He brought home many trinkets and gifts for me and Mother! Like those strange things he wore on his feet: boots, I believe he called them. I never saw much need to cover the feet, as most everyone in the city walks around barefoot. I wonder if people in Orgrimmar wear boots, regardless! 

I have fond memories of the night he returned home from Zul’s campaign, though it pains me knowing that he had spent his time serving with that mad prophet. However, nothing can change the fun we had that night. I remember he came home late, and mother and I had been staying up for him. Grandfather had dozed off on the couch. It was a joyous uproar when he entered the room! I could tell he was tired, but he still made sure to speak with us about his battles, and give us each a gift. Mine was a magical staff made of jade! I’ve kept it in my room as a trophy up until now, in which I now carry it as my own weapon. It reminds me of that night we were all together, and it reminds me of him. Perhaps, with it, I will gain some of his previous wisdom! I sure could use some of Father’s guidance right now. Ah, how I wish he were here, for I am heading into unknown territory. For the first time in my life, I am leaving the safety of the mighty golden city that is my home, and heading off to some rough, rugged, and strange, far-off city built in the middle of a desert. It reminds me of Vol’dun now that I think about it. Better than Nazmir though, Loa knows I hate that place. I remember the long trek that is needed to reach the Frogmarsh, where Krag’wa and his children reside. I’d always have to make that pilgrimage, but it is always worth it, for having the blessing of the mighty Loa is truly an honor. I suppose I’ll need all the blessings I can get now too! 

Mother was very worried for me. She gave me lots of our family’s gold, a special handcrafted mask for me to wear, and you, my dear diary! Not to mention all the piles and piles of magical scrolls and tomes she told me to read. “Always keep up with your studies, Morgo!” She told me. It is good advice though, and I cherish her words greatly. She doesn’t speak much anymore. She got quieter after father’s passing. At least she let me bring Helmutt though! I told her I'd need someone to keep me company while I visited Orgrimmar, and it actually took me a while to convince her to let me go! In truth, I’m very tired of staying cramped up at home, it only makes me think about Father’s death. Not to mention that Dazar’alor just hasn’t felt the same since the siege. Ugh, it angers me just writing about it! Damn the Kul Tirans and their allies, that Alliance witch, they are the reason father is dead, my people’s fleet ruined, and our city in disrepair. Hopefully the Horde will help us get back on our feet as promised, and help us claim our revenge! I hope so, at least. 

For starters, I hope to learn much about each of the races that reside within this faction, and learn of their cultures and what makes them unique, as well as just what binds them all together under one banner.  So much to learn, it is just so exciting! Ah, but I am repeating myself. To be frank, I’m also terrified. I don’t talk to people much at all as I never was that social, and for being on a diplomatic trip, social skills--I imagine--are needed dearly… I’m sure it will be fine, probably, hopefully, maybe, maybe not. I shouldn’t be too pessimistic! After all, with new horizons come new beginnings! Or something like that. So hopefully I will have a new beginning in my social life! Yes yes, that makes sense. I’m not very good at this journaling business, am I? Well, I suppose not, but it's not like it matters, as only I will see this! Aha! I make myself laugh. Mother said writing in a diary and chronicling the events of the day was healthy and cathartic! Which seems like a true statement. Most things Mother says are true so I try not to doubt her too much. She is a very persuasive woman after all! 

I must say I do feel a little better after writing all this down, feels like I completed something! There will be many more pages to come. Who knows, Diary? Maybe one day, when I become Morgo’Boondax the Famous, I'll publish a fully written version of you, and people will be foaming at the mouth to get it! Aha! In seriousness though, it is getting late, and I believe I’ve written enough for one night. The ship should be at our destination early tomorrow morning, so goodnight, Diary! Thank you for letting me write in you and all that! Goodnight!

- 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔬

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Morgo’Boondax: Exordium

                                            ﷼ Exordium ﷼

The golden city, grand was its majesty. It glimmered before his eyes, eyes that now lay behind lenses of distress and unease. With a hand still clasped on the door, he glanced over his shoulder and shouted a final warning, “Barricade de doors n’ don’t let nobody in! If it ain’t me, dey ain’t safe.” The prelate wouldn’t stay long enough to see his demands met, for as soon as the words left his lips, he stepped outside and slammed the door behind him. It was as if he feared that for every vestige of strength he hadn’t put into securing the door, his foes would take their due. Donning his mask, he glided down the intricately-paved roads with all due haste, tossing fleeting looks from here to there in an attempt to see if the enemy had risen past the city’s first line of defense.

Luckily for him, all his gaze caught onto was a familiar lone sorcerer, plagued with fatigue, and he supposedly had a message for him, if the standing salute had anything to say.

“Soldier!” The prelate announced. “What’s de situation at de flank?”

Oddly, the sorcerer shook his head, his response bedeviled with baited breath, “Nah, mon! Dey be attacking from de docks now! Nazmir was just a ruse.” The prelate looked on with sudden horror, as his counterpart continued, “Our forces gonna need time ta reconvene at de stairs!”

“By de Loa,” He said grimly. “Hurry on den, wit’ me! We gotta be reinforcin’ da forward line.” With a nod from the sorcerer, they pressed further into the city. Somewhere along the way, the prelate regarded the troll at his side with a warm smile, as he knew the man from battles long since fought. Raptazi, was his name.

It wasn’t long until they spotted the first signs of resistance. The duo came upon a bridge, and on said bridge, a small skirmish was taking place. Zandalari warriors, a pair, were holding their own against their oppressors to the best of their ability. They were outnumbered by several Alliance paratroopers, all varied in race, though one amongst them was a Pandaren. The prelate’s heart sank at the notion. It was he that once traveled across the sea in an effort to see the maddened prophet’s vision fulfilled, and yet, here they still stood, on opposing sides of a war. Despite this, the Pandaren, as well as the rest of his comrades, were still taking part in assaulting the city, his city, and his honor be damned if he let them lay a finger on his kin. So, he met their bloodlust and animosity with that of his own, bounding into the fray and joining the melee alongside his companions. 

The confrontation went surprisingly well at first; he landed a strike here and a jab there, ushering in the crimson tide of his foes. However, they were still outnumbered seven to four, and he and the men he led slowly grew overwhelmed by their adversaries. 

Rumble, rumble. What was that? Rumble, rumble. The sound grew louder as it got nearer, and soon enough, in the distance, the prelate could spot a familiar face atop an armored Direhorn. 

Brandishing a finely-decorated broadsword, the troll atop the beast called for his mount to ram into their flank. The ivory of its horns glistened with blood as it shredded through their ranks, providing the Zandalari the edge they needed to turn the tide completely.

The prelate’s features brightened beneath his mask, so much so that he felt inclined to show his glee wholly by removing the faceguard and hooking it onto his brooch. “Hakolho!” He exclaimed, with an emotion unlike what the situation would portend: happiness. “Knew ya couldn’t stay away.”

Hakolho, as he had been revealed to be, met the optimism with a wily grin, hollering out in response, “If it ain’t Jorgo’Boondax!” and with that, he swung out the broadsword and leapt down from the Direhorn to finish the deed. With his aid, the allied forces triumphed.

Although Jorgo desperately wished for a moment of respite to catch up with Hakolho, a troll that he hadn’t seen for far too long, the conflict all around him only worsened, so in agreement with his better judgement, he pushed reunions aside and barked out the order, “Regroup! Everybody ta de steps!” His command was followed. The battalion assumed formation at the prelate’s back as they barreled to the docks, drenched in sweat and gripped with exhaustion. Nearly there…

Fear and disquiet took their hearts once they laid eyes upon the horrid sight, the sight of the port and its Alliance infestation. They were countless, endless, merely a wave of steel-clad men and women with that same azure tabard and that same lion’s crest, wielding an insurmountable arsenal of swords, bulwarks, and firearms. Boomsticks, they called them, a machination that Jorgo had come to find dishonorable and cowardly. A bow required a hunter’s senses, a keen eye, and the strength to nock an arrow, but these things, they accomplished the same goal, just with the added convenience of pulling a trigger. For an instant, Jorgo’Boondax embraced the calm before the storm, as he lifted his spear to a sky clouded with smog and cried out, “Fah Rastakhan! Fah Rezan!”

“FAH ZANDALAR!”

A cacophony of war cries and thunderous cheers echoed out across the field of slaughter, as steel clashed against steel and plate grinded against plate, a tide of human, dwarf, and elf descending upon the small battalion, though despite their struggle against overwhelming odds, they held strong at the top of the steps, which would soon be flooded with blood. Even still, Jorgo fought on, for behind him were the homes of his people, his family, and the families of his men. The burden on his shoulders was heavy,

Ten.

But it was necessary that he hold this position until reinforcements return from their fool’s quest in Nazmir. The situation was growing unsalvageable as their enemy gave no quarter. One by one, his men began to fall, as their shields cracked against the onslaught of steel and left them exposed for attack. A warrior was felled by what felt like a thousand blades, as another was struck with arrows like needles to a pincushion.

Nine.

An outrunner had slipped past his defense and deftly avoided the halberd aimed at them, a dagger emerging from their sleeve and tearing through a warrior’s backside. The crimson result gushed onto the prelate, only delving him further into a senseless battle trance.

Eight.

Everything went out of focus, as he blindly drove his spear through the outrunner’s neck, then another, then another. He lost count, eventually. The more that came within his reach, the more corpses that landed at his feet.

Seven.

An agonized shriek ruptured from the Direhorn’s throat, which, notably, was now deluged in both its own and its enemy’s blood. It was difficult to tell which fluid took the majority on its hide, but either way, it thudded forward and sluggishly swayed to the rhythm of its own death, sliding onto its side, and eventually, down the steps themselves, which hurled Hakolho from the saddle and into the ravaging maw of the Alliance masses.

Six.

Try as he might to aid Hakolho in his time of need, he was all too preoccupied by the torrent of Alliance dogs he was being forced to single-handedly deal with. The spark of hope within him was at last fading as his deterrence was continuously breached, but, when all seemed lost, the rallying cries of his reinforcements finally met his ears, to which his faith was instantly reignited. If he was to die here, he wouldn’t die alone.

Five.

With his load lightened, he took the time to stumble behind the newly-formed frontline of Zandalari and tend to his wounds, calling upon his Loa’s light… except nothing would answer. Each attempt led to a measly flicker within his palm. He clenched his hand into a fist.

Four.

Something was off. “Push forward!” He called out, unsteadily, and yet the feeling did not expire. Something was wrong.

Three.

He looked off the right. Nothing.

Two.

He looked off the left. Nothing… or so he thought.

One.

Among the last things he saw were the barely visible silhouettes of the archers atop the pillar and a despondent, bloodied Hakolho ascending the stairs, just as the sharpened tips of arrows dug into his chest and sent him spiraling to the ground.

Doriyah.

Morgo… Morgo.

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And now why I was freaking out~

A most excellent RP under the read more :3

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] began pestering incurablySalacious [IS] at 20:04 --

TD: hhello?

IS: † ~ Ʈhree seconds.

IS: † ~ You have Ʈhree seconds Ʈo explain who Ʈhe fuck you are.

TD: um? oh... i-im sorry

IS: † ~ I'm waiƮing...

TD: m-maybe I s-should leave you be

IS: † ~ Well now ƮhaƮ you've Ʈaken Ʈhe Ʈime Ʈo boƮher me why leave. IƮ would be a poinƮless use of an inƮerrupƮion.

IS: † ~ Don'Ʈ you Ʈhink before you acƮ?

TD: ...t-true... my name is aneris

IS: † ~ Aneris huh? I guess Ʈhe appropriaƮe Ʈhing would be Ʈo sƮaƮe my name as well.

IS: † ~ AmƮhea.

TD: im sorry, I-i just thought you looked, kind of... f-fun to talk to

TD: hello amthea

IS: † ~ I guess I could be fun Ʈo Ʈalk Ʈo...Ʈo some degree.

IS: † ~ Yes, yes, pleasanƮries..Hello Aneris.

TD: im sorry, i know i shouldnt be the first to c-contact someone of your blood, b-but if i didnt you m-might never notice me

IS: † ~ Someone of my blood mighƮ noƮ noƮice you? And why would ƮhaƮ be...hmm?

TD: um, well, youre b-better than me

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] looks away --

-- incurablySalacious [IS] raises an eyebrow. --

IS: † ~ BeƮƮer hmm? Does ƮhaƮ mean I geƮ Ʈo play Ʈhe game of guessing which paƮheƮic lowblood casƮe you're from hmm?

TD: i c-could spare you the trouble of guessing if youd prefer amthea

IS: † ~ Oh, buƮ I /like/ games Aneris.

TD: i-im sorry, im not usualy this shy...

IS: † ~ Funnily enough I find ƮhaƮ hard Ʈo believe.

TD: y-yellow blood, psionic. i should warn you about... him though.

TD: but it should be o-okay...

IS: † ~ Him? WhaƮ do you mean- waiƮ psionic?

TD: y-yes?

-- incurablySalacious [IS] narrows her eyes. --

TD: i-is that a problem... i-im sorry, i shouldnt have introduced m-myself, y-you dont have time f-for one of my... b-blood

IS: † ~ Blood is fine, psionics are noƮ.

IS: † ~ We're back Ʈo square one.

TD: w-what do you mean?

IS: † ~ As in, you need Ʈo give me one good reason Ʈo kick your fucking ass, Aneris...

IS: † ~ Because I REALLY don'Ʈ like psionics.

TD: i-im not m-much of a p-p-psionic... i-i-i cant control it

TD: s-sory, i-i-m just nervous

IS: † ~ Why would you be nervous? Do I /scare/ you Aneris?

TD: n-no...a.. a bit... i j-just want to b-be f-fr... friends?

IS: † ~ Friends? WiƮh a lowblood and a psionic aƮ ƮhaƮ? Why would I wanƮ Ʈo be friends wiƮh you? WhaƮ can you give me in reƮurn?

TD: i... i d-dont know... i thought m-maybe, once i-im not so p-p-patheticaly nervous i c-could make you.. s-smile

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] looks up hopefully --

-- incurablySalacious [IS] chuckles. --

IS: † ~ AlrighƮ, you have my aƮƮenƮion.

TD: i-im soryy.... i-im being s-silly

IS: † ~ How would you make me smile Ʈhen?

TD: i... h-hadnt though a-about that, id h-hoped to get to k-know you

TD: i-ive s-seen you talking to o-others and you seem... p-pretty c-cool

IS: † ~ You've been waƮching me?

IS: † ~ ƮhaƮ's...jusƮ a liƮƮle creepy Ʈhere.

IS: † ~ WhaƮ are you a sƮalker?

IS: † ~ is ƮhaƮ iƮ?

TD: i-i-i didnt mean to! I p-promise, i j-just kept r-running into y-you by m-mm-mistake

TD: p-please... d-dont be m-m-mad

-- incurablySalacious [IS] rubs her temples. --

IS: † ~ LeƮ's say for Ʈhe sake of Ʈhe argumenƮ you're Ʈelling me Ʈhe ƮruƮh Ʈhere.

IS: † ~ Ʈhen you'd have seen how I spoke wiƮh oƮhers...

IS: † ~ Why Ʈhe hell would you sƮill wanna Ʈalk Ʈo me?

TD: b-because... i-i thought, m-maybe, y-youd n-need to smile t-the most...

TD: i-im sorry a-amthea

IS: † ~ Oh seriously, don'Ʈ sƮarƮ apologising.

IS: † ~ I haƮe iƮ when people sƮarƮ apologising

TD: o-ok

IS: † ~ and Ʈhen Ʈhey apologise for apologising and iƮ jusƮ becomes one sƮupid fucking cycle...so jusƮ don'Ʈ okay?

TD: okay

TD: s-so you, you arent angry w-with me?

IS: † ~ NoƮ quiƮe. NoƮ yeƮ.

IS: † ~ IƮ could sƮill happen, buƮ we'll have Ʈo waiƮ and see. Isn'Ʈ ƮhaƮ fun?

TD: y-yes, ill d-do my best not t-to upset you

IS: † ~ Good, Ʈhere, you've learned Ʈhe firsƮ sƮep in Ʈalking Ʈo me wiƮhouƮ geƮƮing yourself killed, well done.

TD: hehe, t-thankyou

TD: y-you seemd upset i am ps-psionic, can I ask... wh-why?

IS: † ~ Ʈhere was an...incidenƮ.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] touches her scars for a second. --

IS: † ~ I don'Ʈ like Ʈo Ʈalk abouƮ iƮ.

TD: o-okkay

TD: i-i-hope its ok th-though

IS: † ~ IƮ wasn'Ʈ you who did iƮ, so I really can'Ʈ be logically angry wiƮh you.

IS: † ~ BuƮ you know, haƮe cuƮs preƮƮy deep.

TD: y-yes... i-i know

IS: † ~ You seem like a sweeƮ guy...WhaƮ would you know of haƮe?

IS: † ~ Heck I find myself wondering how you've even survived, being so nervous.

TD: u-umm... y-you know h-how I s-said I-im a y-yelllow blood?

IS: † ~ Yessss...I do recall ƮhaƮ.

TD: i-im so-.. it m-makes me nervous, b-but i-ill tell you

TD: I h-have a.. s-split p-personality

-- incurablySalacious [IS] raises her eyebrow. --

TD: h-h-hes... he w-wories me

IS: † ~ And who is...he exacƮly?

TD: t-t-the other m-me

TD: hes... d-different

TD: m-more like y-y..you amthea...

IS: † ~ More like me, huh?

IS: † ~ Sounds like a fun guy.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] laughs --

TD: c-confident a-and o-outgoing

TD: b-but you d-dont want to meet h-hmi

TD: h-him

IS: † ~ And why would ƮhaƮ be, Aneris?

TD: i-i-i dont t-think h-hed like that i... c-contacted y-you

TD: h-hed say i-its not my p-p-place

IS: † ~ Well iƮ isn'Ʈ really, is iƮ?

TD: a-and i s-sometimes think hes r-right....

TD: i-its not

IS: † ~ AƮ leasƮ you know ƮhaƮ much. You know iƮ was wiƮhin my righƮs Ʈo kill you for even looking aƮ me, righƮ?

IS: † ~ BuƮ I'm such a /nice/ person.

TD: y-yes... b-but... i... h-he w-wouldnt like that e-eirther...

IS: † ~ I would assume noƮ.

TD: i-i-i said i-im a bad psionic... b-but h...he isnt

IS: † ~ Oh, well Ʈhen ƮhaƮ proves Ʈo be a liƮƮle problem, doesn'Ʈ iƮ?

TD: b-but its o-ok, as, as long as I-im in c-control... h-he wont b-be c-cruel to y-you

TD: I-im all n-nervous, sor...I need t-to calm d-down

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] breathes deeply --

IS: † ~ You're hardly in conƮrol of your nerves, how can you even hope Ʈo be in conƮrol and keep Ʈhis oƮher side of you aƮ bay, hmm?

TD: d-dont s-say things l-like t-that...

TD: i-i-i-i c-can cope...

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] closes his eyes --

TD: I c-can c-cope

IS: † ~ BuƮ iƮ's a valid quesƮion, Aneris. How can you even Ʈhink you could?

IS: † ~ You're jumpy, you're sƮuƮƮering, iƮ's kind of paƮheƮic, honesƮly.

TD: b-because i-i always h-have, i-ive m-managed f-for ten sweeps, i- i can m-manage f-for more...

TD: i-...i-m s-sorry

TD: n-no! I-i mean

IS: † ~ Ʈen fucking sweeps? You're kidding me, righƮ?

TD: i-i just....

IS: † ~ You're fucking OLDER Ʈhan me?

TD: y-y-yes

TD: y-you d-dont h-have to b-be mean

IS: † ~ Mean? You haven'Ʈ seen me mean, Aneris. Ʈhis is nice happy AmƮhea.

IS: † ~ Mean AmƮhea uses Ʈhe knives, Ʈeaches you abouƮ pain.

IS: † ~ You don'Ʈ wanƮ ƮhaƮ.

TD: c-could, could i g-get a s-smile, t-then?

IS: † ~ You wanƮ me Ʈo smile?

IS: † ~ Give me a reason Ʈo.

TD: i-im happy i-i t-talked t-to you?

TD: y-you s-seem n-nice.... e-even if a b-bit a-a-brupt

IS: † ~ ƮhaƮ's a reason for you Ʈo smile, Aneris. NoƮ me.

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] smiles pathetically --

TD: t-true

-- incurablySalacious [IS] laughs at the smile. --

IS: † ~ Okay. ƮhaƮ's reason.

IS: † ~ ƮhaƮ alone.

IS: † ~ ƮhaƮ.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] cracks up a little. --

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] smiles properly --

TD: i-im g-glad, i dont m-mind h-how i m-make you smile

IS: † ~ I'm sure you'll find oƮher ways some Ʈime Ʈoo.

TD: i h-hope so t-too, you have a n-nice s-smile

IS: † ~ ...Ʈhanks. I guess.

TD: y-youre w-welcome amthea

IS: † ~ Heh. I guess you're alrighƮ. For a sƮuƮƮering lowblood psionic...who is jusƮ a liƮƮle biƮ paƮheƮic..You're alrighƮ.

TD: y-you made me smile that time, t-thanks

TD: i wont s-stutter so much when im l-less nervous

IS: † ~ Well ƮhaƮ's good. Kind of annoying.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] smirks. --

TD: i-i was w-wondering...

IS: † ~ Yes?

TD: d-do you FLARP a-at all? I-ive heard its p-popular b-but havent t-tired it

IS: † ~ I've considered iƮ. Haven'Ʈ acƮually done any FLARPing Ʈhough.

IS: † ~ Kind of an ouƮ of Ʈhe blue quesƮion Ʈhere Ʈhough.

TD: i-i w-well some of my f-fridays d-do, b-but i cant j-join in w-ithout a server p-player... I-i was hoping... i-if you were i-interested

TD: m-maybe you c-could...

IS: † ~ I'll Ʈhink abouƮ iƮ.

IS: † ~ ƮhaƮ's noƮ an immediaƮe yes.

IS: † ~ ƮhaƮ's an I'll Ʈhink abouƮ iƮ.

TD: b-be my d-dungeon m-master... e-essentialy..

TD: t-thank you a-amthea

IS: † ~ Heh...I like Ʈhe sound of ƮhaƮ.

IS: † ~ Dungeon masƮer seems awfully masculine Ʈhough.

IS: † ~ How abouƮ...

IS: † ~ Dungeon MisƮress?

TD: s-s...s-sounds fitting

IS: † ~ Doesn'Ʈ iƮ jusƮ?

TD: y-you could look a-after m-me and we could h-have some f-fun

IS: † ~ You know Aneris...I Ʈhink we could.

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] brightens up --

TD: im already g-glad i talked to you

IS: † ~ Yes, well you jusƮ have Ʈo make me noƮ regreƮ iƮ.

TD: oh..oh d-dear, my lusses neeed f-feeding, ill be b-back soon o-okay?

IS: † ~ I'll be here, Aneris.

TD: i-illl just l-leave this o-open

IS: † ~ Do hurry back.

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] and then for the sake of story continuum about half an hour passes --

IS: † ~ Okay Aneris if you don'Ʈ come back wiƮhin Ʈhe nexƮ five seconds I'm gonna be preƮƮy pissed.

TD: Oh Dear. It Looks Like He's Been Using This Silly Chat Thing Again. I'm Terribly Sorry For the Inconvenience, Miss?

IS: † ~ WhaƮ?

IS: † ~ Who are you?

TD: Aneris Eupter, I'm The One Asking Who You Are, So I'd Be Greatful If You Responded Promptly. Or Would You Prefer To Remain A Mystery And Have Me Find Out The Hard Way?

TD: I Am By No Means In A Good Mood, I Hate It When I Found Out I've Been Talking To... Vagabonds, Over Trollian.

IS: † ~ No, you see Aneris is Ʈhis weird sƮuƮƮery guy who-

IS: † ~ Oh. I undersƮand now.

TD: Is Entirely Pathetic And Can't Go Without Demeaning Himself For Five Minutes?

IS: † ~ I wouldn'Ʈ say enƮirely paƮheƮic, buƮ yes, ƮhaƮ's Ʈhe one.

TD: Yes, Sick To Death Of The Little Shit, Or Hadn't He Told You About His Rather Split Mind?

IS: † ~ He had, I'd Ʈaken Ʈhe liberƮy of noƮ believing him of course.

TD: Wouldn't You? HA! You Have No Idea. But That Asside, Give Me Your Name, Now.

IS: † ~ WhaƮ will you do if I don'Ʈ, hmm?

TD: Don't Think I Don't Keep An Eye On What That Pathetic Worm Does On OUR Computer, I Know You Dislike Psionics, Isn't That Right Amthea? I Had Just Hoped You Would Present Yourself Better For One of Your Caste.

TD: He's Been Following Your For Some Time, Do You Enjoy Having A Stalker?

TD: Of Course You Do, Child.

IS: † ~ PresenƮ myself beƮƮer? You mean where sƮupid fucking face painƮ and honk all Ʈhe Ʈime while killing oƮher Ʈrolls? While Ʈhe killing parƮ is fun...

IS: † ~ Don'Ʈ call me a fucking child.

IS: † ~ You Ʈhink you're Ʈhe only one wiƮh powers?

IS: † ~ I could have you fucking screaming in seconds if I wanƮed.

TD: I Detest The So Called Mirthful Messiahs, What I Meant Was A Little Common��Decency  Or Haven't You Had Time Between Your Comical Habits To Learn As Much?

[09:15] IS: † ~ And whaƮ would lowblood scum know abouƮ proper casƮe eƮƮiquiƮe hmm?

TD: If A Teal Blood Struggles To Control Me, What Hope Do YOU Have.

TD: There Is Always An Order To Be Observed, I make It My Business To Know How Things SHOULD be.

IS: † ~ So you're saying you'd prefer iƮ if I acƮed like I was supposed Ʈo? Do you really wanƮ Ʈo go Ʈhere?

TD: But A Want-To-Be Royal Like Yourself Wouldn't Have A Clue About The Subtleties Of Life, Oh No, Too Fascinated, Or Even Obsessed With Acts Of Wanton Murder.

IS: † ~ I'm Ʈhe highesƮ fucking casƮe among land dwellers you basƮard. You know whaƮ ƮhaƮ means?

TD: Oh Yes, /CHILD/ I Do, It Would Be Far Nicer Than Having To Speak Down For you To Understand.

TD: That Means The Same As Dirt If You Do Not Hold Respect

TD: Even The Marine Dwellers Above You Know Their Etiquette

-- incurablySalacious [IS] clenches her fists. --

TD: Now, I'll Ask You Again.

TD: What Is Your Name.

IS: † ~ AmƮhea FUCKING Faunus you lowblood piece of fucking shiƮ. And don'Ʈ you fucking forgeƮ iƮ.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] snarls. --

TD: Cute, I Can Almost Imagine How Furious You Must Be. A Shame, Perhaps You Need To learn To Keep Your Cool. Even My Lowly Other Self Could Teach You Something About Language And Self Control, Child.

IS: † ~ Don'Ʈ. Call. Me. A. Child.

TD: What Would You Do About It? Threaten Me From Afar With Your Adorable Little Knives? I Could Crush You With My Mind, /Child/

IS: † ~ WhaƮ I can do wiƮh my knives is noƮhing compared Ʈo whaƮ I could do Ʈo you if I wanƮed. Don'Ʈ.

TD: Pathetic So Called High Blood, If You Had An Ounce Of Royal Blood You Wouldn't Even Warn Me. It Wouldn't Surprise Me If You Were Nothing But A Rust Blood With Visions Of Grandeur, Child.

IS: † ~ Fuck you. Fuck you and your fucking paƮheƮic blood. Fuck you and fuck Ʈhe oƮher paƮheƮic side of you for acƮually Ʈalking Ʈo me.

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] grins darkly and lowers his face --

TD: Go On, You Know You Can Prove Your Blood, So Why Don't You, Child.

TD: Have Me Screaming In Those Seconds You Claim You Can.

IS: † ~ WhaƮ a very EXCELLENƮ quesƮion.

IS: † ~ Why don'Ʈ I do jusƮ ƮhaƮ?

TD: You Have Three Seconds, Child.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] snarls, closing her eyes as she focuses, drawing everything to the forefront of her mind, every ounce of the anger she felt toward him. He wanted proof? He'd have his proof. He'd experience every single one of his worst fears in front of him and he'd be screaming. And she'd laugh. Oh, she'd laugh...And she released that desire, sending it straight to him. --

[09:32] IS: † ~ Scream for me, Aneris.

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] collapses to the floor shrieking in agony --

TD: w-w...w-...

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] sobs --

TD: w-why a-a-am-amthea....

TD: w-w-what d-did i-i d-do

-- incurablySalacious [IS] glares, releasing the chucklevoodoos reluctantly. --

IS: † ~ You don'Ʈ fucking know?

IS: † ~ Oh, leƮ me enlighƮen you...

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] shivers and sobs --

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] shakes his head --

IS: † ~ You have nobody Ʈo blame buƮ your fucking self, you know ƮhaƮ? I Ʈold you. I fucking ƮOLD you. You, noƮ creepy oƮher half you. You. And yeƮ.

IS: † ~ Ugh.

TD: d..d-d..d-did I-i u-upset you? i-im so-sorry

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] whispers --

IS: † ~ WhaƮ Ʈhe fuck did I say abouƮ apologising, Aneris?

TD: i-im s-sory

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] flinches --

-- incurablySalacious [IS] snarls. --

TD: I-i meant, u-um i...

IS: † ~ Don'Ʈ.

IS: † ~ JusƮ don'Ʈ.

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] bites his lip --

TD: m-m-maybe i-i s-should g-go

TD: i-im i-...

IS: † ~ I Ʈhink ƮhaƮ mighƮ be a good idea.

TD: i d-didnt...

IS: † ~ You didn'Ʈ whaƮ?

TD: I-i... l-llet m-me r-read what I... I wrote t-to y-you

IS: † ~ I'll waiƮ here Ʈhen.

TD: i-i-...

TD: p-please d-dont k..k...kill me

IS: † ~ Ʈhree seconds, Aneris.

IS: † ~ Give me a good reason.

TD: h-he w-was w-wrong, y-youre n-no c-child, y-you....y-youre r-really n-nice, b-but i.... its... h-how do i-i m-make it up.. t-to you

TD: i-ill d-do anything amthea....a-a-anything

TD: j-j-just d-dont k-kill me

IS: † ~ Go on Ʈhen. Make me smile. I'm sure you can manage.

IS: † ~ If noƮ.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] draws her finger cross her throat. --

TD: u...um....

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] rubs at his tears --

TD: y-youre v-very s-strong....

IS: † ~ and?

TD: i...i d.dont k-know w-what i.. c-can do

IS: † ~ You're so fucking paƮheƮic, you know ƮhaƮ?

TD: y...y-yes, i...i k-know

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] looks down and a tear drips off his nose --

IS: † ~ BuƮ.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] sighs and half-heartedly smiles. --

IS: † ~ I said I'd be your Dungeon MisƮress, didn'Ʈ I?

TD: y-you s-still w-want to... to p-play w-with m-me? e-even though I was...

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] bites his lip --

IS: † ~ We all have our dark sides, Aneris. Some are more...well some have more of a life of Ʈheir own.

IS: † ~ If HE even fucking Ʈalks Ʈo me again Ʈhough.

IS: † ~ I'm sorry, buƮ I may do someƮhing we'll boƮh regreƮ.

TD: i... i-ill t-try

IS: † ~ You'd beƮƮer, Aneris.

IS: † ~ We're friends afƮer all.

IS: † ~ Friends don'Ʈ leƮ friends dark sides hurƮ friends.

TD: b-b...b-but if y-youre b-being m-my dungeon m-mistress a-and.... j-just leave m-me

TD: t-thankyou amthea, i-i knew y-you were n-nice at h-heart

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] dries his tears and crawls back onto his chair --

TD: i... i j-just hope im g-good enough for y-you

IS: † ~ I'm sure you'll prove yourself Ʈo me one way or anoƮher.

TD: i-ill try

TD: j-just...

IS: † ~ Hmm?

TD: th... thankyou amthea

IS: † ~ You're welcome Aneris.

IS: † ~ Ʈhe sƮalking Ʈhing Ʈhough?

IS: † ~ SƮill creepy.

TD: i-its n-not as b-bad as i-it s-sounds... i-i just kept running into things... a-and you, i... i l-liked you, s-so i.... i mean...i w-wont d-do it a-again amthea

IS: † ~ You can do iƮ...I mean..

IS: † ~ JusƮ.

IS: † ~ If you see me.

IS: † ~ Fucking Ʈalk Ʈo me.

TD: i w-will, j-just tell m-me i-if you dont w-want to, a-and ill... l-leave

IS: † ~ I don'Ʈ have many friends, Aneris. I don'Ʈ Ʈhink Ʈhere would be a Ʈime when I wouldn'Ʈ wanƮ Ʈo.

IS: † ~ Don'Ʈ go Ʈaking ƮhaƮ ouƮ of conƮexƮ.

IS: † ~ I jusƮ.

IS: † ~ Ugh.

IS: † ~ Friends.

TD: t-trolls a-are hard, they never... u-understand

IS: † ~ Never undersƮand whaƮ?

TD: s-some choices a-and... then t-they get scared...

IS: † ~ We live in a socieƮy where iƮ's kill or be killed. I Ʈhink we're supposed Ʈo be scared.

TD: b-but its nice t-to think s-sometimes theres m-more t-than that...

TD: I... I s-shouldnt s-say that, n-not to a r-royal

TD: f-forget i-i said a-anything

IS: † ~ Like your...friend said. I'm hardly royal, Aneris.

IS: † ~ And besides. Said I wouldn'Ʈ kill you, remember? ;D

TD: b-but you are!

TD: n-no matter w-what, ill a-always remember y...youre caste

TD: a-again, thankyou a-amthea

IS: † ~ Don'Ʈ make me add Ʈhanking me Ʈo Ʈhe lisƮ of Ʈhings noƮ Ʈo say, Aneris. You don'Ʈ wanƮ me Ʈo smile Ʈoo much.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] laughs. --

TD: b-but I do

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] smiles --

IS: † ~ You're a weird guy, Aneris. BuƮ I guess ƮhaƮ's okay.

TD: i-i hope so, I can be s-someone else.... b-but hes w-worse

IS: † ~ Yes. I don'Ʈ like him. If I never see him again iƮ will be Ʈoo soon.

IS: † ~ JusƮ.

IS: † ~ Aneris?

TD: y-yes?

IS: † ~ I'm sorry. For Ʈhe whole...You know.

TD: i-its okay

TD: h-he deserved i-it, y-you were r-right to... you kn-know

IS: † ~ BuƮ you didn'Ʈ deserve iƮ.

IS: † ~ You didn'Ʈ call me a child.

IS: † ~ Say Ʈhose Ʈhings.

TD: it w-wasnt your f-fault, he... he d-did it

IS: † ~ We boƮh did.

TD: b-but its o-okay, i... just c-can i ask y-you to d-do something?

IS: † ~ Yeah?

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] smiles --

TD: m-make him eat his words

-- incurablySalacious [IS] grins --

IS: † ~ Oh. Gladly.

TD: thankyou amthea

IS: † ~ You're welcome.

IS: † ~ AlrighƮ Aneris, you've Ʈaken enough of my Ʈime for one day. We'll Ʈalk again soon.

TD: i h-hope so

TD: i hope y-you have a nice day

IS: † ~ You Ʈoo, Aneris. Keep him in check.

-- tortuousDuplicity [TD] ceased pestering incurablySalacious [IS] at 22:15 --

IS: † ~ Be safe.

-- incurablySalacious [IS] ceased pestering tortuousDuplicity [TD] at 22:16 --