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Wolf Moon

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing,

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the spells and potions from the wonderful Harry Potter Universe, not stealing them.

Words: 7512

A/N: So here is my new rewrite! As you can see things are a little different, but some things are the same. I really hope you like it, and stick with me through this adventure.

Series Masterlist

Season 1 Masterlist

“Lumos.” I whispered clearly, holding my wand over the book that I wanted to read. The tip of my wand lit up, allowing me to read the words of Harry Potter, a book that was near and dear to me.

JK Rowling was a witch like me, and she decided to make a cover for our species by writing the Harry Potter series. Most of the book’s elements were fictional, like the candy, the schools, the government, and the age restrictions, but the spells and potions were real.

There were very few witches and wizards left in America, my dad and I being two of them, as they were hunted down by families of supernatural hunters. Families like the Argents, who didn’t care if they were splitting families apart just because someone was a little bit different than them.

Creak!

I perked up anxiously at the loud noise outside my bedroom, just past the French doors that led to my balcony.

I slowly stood from my massive bed, hid my wand, (mahogany, 9 ½ inches, unicorn hair), and approached the doors, opening them cautiously.

“Stiles!” I exclaimed as I witnessed the boy climbing over the railing of the balcony.

“I’m here, too.” A voice to my left made me jump about fifty feet in the air.

“Scott!” I whispered harshly. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“You weren’t answering your phone.” Stiles complained, standing up and towering over my five-foot frame.

“And you decided to come here, why?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this.” Stiles started, holding up his hands. “I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.”

“For what?” I asked, a little interested.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles answered.

“A dead body.” Scott added.

I gave Scott a deadpan look, to which he looked away sheepishly.

“Like murdered?” I guessed, looking back to Stiles.

“Nobody knows yet.” Stiles shrugged, putting his hands on his hips. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” I asked curiously.

“That’s the best part.” Stiles said excitedly. “They only found half.”

“How in the hell is that the best part?” I pursed my lips at him.

“I don’t know, but we’re going.”

“Are we seriously doing this?” I questioned as the three of us got out of Stiles’ jeep.

“You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles joked, patting me on the shoulder as he passed me, turning on the flashlight.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Scott gave me an assuring glance. “He got me up, too.”

“You were awake!” Stiles protested.

“I was trying to get a good night’s sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott replied scathingly.

“Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.” Stiles scoffed.

“No, because I’m playing this year.” Scott informed us. “In fact, I’m making first line.”

“Hey, that’s the spirit.” Stiles exclaimed sarcastically. “Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.”

“Stiles, be nice.” I scolded, elbowing him in the ribs. “At least Scott’s out there trying to follow his dreams.”

“Yeah, Stiles.” Scott mocked from behind me. I rolled my eyes. Boys.

“I’m following my dreams, thank you very much.” Stiles insisted. “My dream is to find this body, so shut up and keep looking.”

I huffed and kept my eyes peeled, looking down at the ground for the body. We walked in silence until Scott spoke up, clearly not caring about Stiles’ rule.

“Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” Scott asked.

“Huh!” Stiles laughed nervously. “I didn’t even think about that.”

“Are you kidding me, Stiles?” I asked harshly, sending him a glare. I was about to take my wand out of my rain boot and full-body-bind him when Scott spoke again.

“And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?”

“Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles acknowledged as he started up a small, but steep hill.

“It’s comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” I spat, out of breath as I climbed after him, glancing at his ass out of the corner of my eye.

“I know.” Stiles called out.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” Scott wheezed from behind us, causing me to turn around to find him collapsed against a tree, using his inhaler.

Stiles ignored him though, grabbing my hand and dragging me down to the muddy ground to look at the group of lights up ahead. Scott dropped down next to us, effectively squishing me in the middle.

“Wait, come on!” Stiles exclaimed, grabbing me again and pulling me to my feet. He started running, and, not wanting to be left behind with a killer on the loose, I followed him, ignoring Scott’s calls.

“Stiles, Y/N!” Scott yelped. “Wait up! Stiles! Y/N!”

Stiles and I turned around to look for Scott, but fell to the ground, surprised, when a dog barked at us.

“Woah!” I shrieked, flailing my arms as Stiles rolled on the ground.

Stiles eventually got a hold of himself and stood before offering me a hand up like a true gentleman.

“Hold it right there!” Someone yelled harshly at us. I squinted in the sudden bright light to see that it was a cop screaming at us.

“Hang on, hang on.” I heard the tell-tale drawl of Noah Stilinski, other wise known as the sheriff of Beacon Hills and Stiles’ father. We were in deep shit. “These little delinquents belong to me.”

Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled my arm, heaving me to my feet with surprising strength. I wiped the mud off my jeans and glanced at Noah sheepishly. This man was my Godfather, and I hated letting him down.

“Dad, how are you doing?” Stiles greeted his father casually.

Noah pursed his lips, looking at Stiles unimpressed. “So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?”

“No, heh.” Stiles laughed awkwardly. “Not the boring ones.”

The rain had started to really pour down now, soaking my canvas jacket and freezing me to the bone.

“Now, where your other partner in crime?” Noah asked.

“Who, Scott?”

“Who’s Scott?” I babbled, my nerves taking control of my mouth. Stiles put his hand over my mouth, his calloused fingers connecting with my lips.

“Sc-Scott’s at home.�� Stiles told his father. “He said he wanted to get a good night’s sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It’s just Y/N and me. In the woods. Alone.”

Noah got a weird glint in his eye as he looked at Stiles and I, before he turned towards the tree line, shining his flashlight to look for Scott.

“Scott, you out there?” Noah called out. “Scott?”

When there was no response, Noah sighed and nodded his head in disappointment. He walked over to Stiles and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Well, young man, I’m gonna walk you both back to your car and you’re going to take Y/N home. And when I get home, you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy.”

We started walking back to Stiles’ jeep, the awkward silence deafening.

“So, you guys were alone?” Noah asked. “Like, alone-alone?”

“No!” Stiles quickly exclaimed before I even understood what Noah was talking about. “Y/N and I aren’t like that.”

Now realizing what Noah meant, my cheeks flushed, and I was a little hurt. I’d had a crush on Stiles for years. Literal years. I loved his goofy sense of humor, the way he researches everything, his sense of style, his sarcastic personality, and his looks were nothing to complain about, either.

“Oh.” Noah said, looking somewhat disappointed.

We came up to the entrance of the preserve now, spotting the blue of Stiles’ jeep easily.

“Okay, Stiles, get Y/N home and come straight to the house, got it?” Noah asked, looking at his son sternly.

“Yes, sir.” Stiles mumbled, starting the jeep.

“Uh, Noah?” I asked, leaning forward so I could see him. “You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?”

“Of course, I am, Y/N.” Noah said, shaking his head. “But it can wait until morning.”

“Good morning, Beacon Hills! It’s a great day for the kiddos to go back to school after a long winter break—”

I shut of the alarm on my iHome by slamming my fist on the button forcefully, tired of hearing the chipper voice of the radio DJ. I groaned as I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and blinking rapidly to clear my blurred vision.

“Tired?”

I jumped at my mom’s voice, nearing falling out of bed. I looked to see my mom and dad, standing there with raised eyebrows and pursed lips.

“Mom! Dad!” I whined, throwing my arms in the air.

“I just got a call from Noah.” Dad said in a fake casual voice. “Want to explain?”

I sighed and told them the story about how Stiles came to the house, but I twisted it a little, trying to make it seem like I went so Stiles wouldn’t get himself in trouble. It was a selfish move, but my parents were brutal with groundings.

“Fine.” Mom exhaled. “I can see that you were trying to keep Stiles out of trouble, but next time, you’re grounded, clear?”

“Crystal.” I said solemnly.

“Good.” Mom nodded, her curly bob bouncing. “We’ve got to get to work, so get dressed for school.”

My parents shuffled out of my room and shut the door firmly, leaving me alone to get ready for school. I took a quick shower, washing off the rest of the grime from last night, before drying and curling my hair.

I entered my closet and picked out a taupe colored t-shirt, a plaid skater skirt, and some black mary-jane wedges, before topping it off with a black peacoat. I grabbed my wand and shoved it in my Michael Kors tote bag with the rest of my school stuff and ran downstairs, hopeful that my parents didn’t leave without me.

After being dropped off at school, I stood waiting for Stiles to arrive. While I was waiting my phone chirped with a text message from Scott.

Was attacked by something last night. Tell you more later.

I sighed as I read the text, my nerves bubbling inside my stomach. What the hell could’ve attacked Scott but left him alive? It just didn’t make sense.

“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles greeted as he approached me.

“Where’s Scott?” I asked, not even acknowledging his greeting. “Is he okay? Oh, my God, we shouldn’t have left him. This is not okay!”

“Y/N!” Stiles yelled, grabbing my upper arms tightly and pulling me closer to him. “Scott was obviously well enough to text us, okay? You need to calm down and use your brain sometimes.”

“Hey, I’m smarter than you.” I pointed out, extremely offended. Sure, I didn’t have the most common sense, but I had a 5.0 GPA, which was second in the class. “Anyway, did Scott give you any more information?”

“Well, he was bit by something.” Stiles sighed, “But that’s all he told me.”

“Oh, my God, Stiles, this is all our fault.” I groaned. “I—”

“Hey, guys!” Scott greeted us, sounding very chipper. I turned to face him with a bewildered face.

Before I could say anything, Stiles spoke up.

“Okay, let’s see this thing.” Stiles said excitedly to Scott. Scott lifted up his dark gray t-shirt to reveal a large path of blood speckled gauze taped haphazardly to his tan skin.

“Ooh!” Stiles cooed, reaching forward to touch the covered wound. Before he could make contact, I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from Scott’s body, so he couldn’t poke at it.

“So, what it the hell attacked you?” I asked, clearing my throat.

Scott shrugged on his backpack. “It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

I looked at him in quiet confusion. There were no wolves in California. Stiles and I had to do a report together one time about animal migration and we concluded that there hadn’t been wolves in California in sixty years.

“A wolf bit you?” Stiles asked, his tone doubtful.

Scott nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“No, not a chance.” Stiles denied, shaking his head.

“I heard a wolf howling.” Scott declared as we started walking towards the entrance of the school.

“No, you didn’t.” Stiles insisted.

Scott gave Stiles a glare, annoyed by the taller boy’s defiance.

“What do you mean, no, I didn’t? How do you know what I heard?”

Stiles walked ahead a little then abruptly turned around, stopping Scott and I in our tracks.

“Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.” Stiles informed Scott.

Scott tilted his head at the new information, soaking it in. “Really?”

“He’s right, Scott.” I said gently. “There are no wolves in California.”

Scott sighed, but then perked up. “All right, well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body.”

Stiles flailed his arms excitedly, almost hitting me in the boob. “You—are you fucking with us?”

Scott grinned. “No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“I can give you some tea to help you with that, Scott.” I spoke up, thinking about the Dreamless Sleep potion my dad often made.

“Oh, god, that is fucking’ awesome!” Stiles said loudly, ignoring my offer to Scott. “I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since—”

He looked past Scott and I with a dreamy look in his eyes. I turned around to see Lydia Martin, the queen bitch of the school.

Stiles has been in love with her since the third grade. It was seriously depressing, and I hated the feeling I always had when he talked about her.

I scowled at the ground as Stiles continued, “Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia—” He called out. “You look—like you’re gonna ignore me.”

Lydia did indeed ignore him. She walked past us and chatted with her air-headed friend. Stiles stared wistfully after her before turning back to Scott and I.

“You two are the cause of this, you know.” He accused us.

Scott and I shared a look. Scott’s was amused, mine was annoyed.

“Uh-huh.” We said in unison.

“Dragging me down to your nerd depths.” Stiles continued. “I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been scarlet-nerded by you guys.”

The bell rang, and I started walking off to class, not bothering to wait for the boys.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Stiles called out.

I turned back to him and said bluntly, “To prove how nerdy I am by going to class.”

Scott laughed, and Stiles shook his head grinning as they both ran to catch up with me.

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Mr. Curtis announced in front of the class in English. Scott and I looked back at Stiles where he shot us a wink, followed by a snicker.

"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened." Mr. Curtis continued. "But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."

Mr. Curtis held up a thick, white packet of paper and the entire class groaned in annoyance.

I was on page nine of the syllabus (seriously, how many pages were there?) when the door to the classroom opened and Mr. Donovan, the vice-principal that no one ever sees, walked in with a tall, stylish girl with dark curls that fell down to her waist.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent." Mr. Donovan declared. "Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

I sneered at her last name, but ultimately decided to get to know the girl and decide for myself whether or not she was a threat.

Allison ducked her head as she walked to the only empty seat, which happened to be right behind Scott. I watched curiously as Scott reached for the extra pen on his desk and turned around, handing the pen to her.

Allison, who looked confused, grabbed it delicately. "Thanks."

Mr. Curtis cleared his throat then. "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page one hundred and thirty-three."

•

At the end of the day, when I was opening my locker, I noticed that Allison was right next to me, struggling to open hers.

"You have to jiggle it a little bit." I advised her. "Otherwise it gets stuck."

Allison smiled over at me before giving the lock a jiggle. The locker popped open.

"Thanks." She sighed, putting her books in the metal case.

"No problem." I said. "I'm Y/N Stark. We have English and Econ together."

"Oh yeah," Allison breathed. "Nice to meet you. I'm Allison Argent."

"Well, Allison Argent, you are my new bestie." I declared. "Forget Stiles and Scott. You're cooler and more fashionable."

"Oh, thank you." Allison said dramatically. "I was beginning to think I would never make friends!”

We laughed together but a voice interrupted us, "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?"

Lydia Martin stood before us, her hand held up in a preppy way.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison told her.

Lydia nodded and turned to me. "And you," she glanced down at my outfit and slowly smiled. "Your outfit is adorable. Are you new too?"

"Lydia, we've been in the same classes since third grade." I deadpanned.

Lydia nodded slowly. "Right. Well," She clapped. "You two are my new best friends."

Fucking great.

Jackson Whittemore, the captain of the lacrosse team and the most popular guy in school, walked up to Lydia and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hey, Jackson." Lydia greeted before slamming her lips back to his. Finally, after they were done disgusting Allison and I, Lydia turned back to us.

"So, this weekend, there's a party."

"A party?" Allison repeated.

Jackson nodded. "Yeah. Friday night. You both should come."

Allison grimaced. "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

Jackson looked at her in disbelief. "You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" Allison asked hopefully.

Jackson scoffed, causing the brunette to shrink away from him. "Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years."

Lydia beamed and cupped Jackson's cheek. "Because of a certain team captain."

Jackson preened under her attention before turning back to Allison and I. "Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else—"

"Well, I was going to—"

"Perfect—" Lydia interrupted Allison. "You're coming."

Lydia grabbed both mine and Allison's hands and dragged us down the hall to her locker. She opened it up quickly and pulled out a dressy coat and a hat.

"I'm Lydia Martin, by the way." She hummed, fixing her hair in the mirror. "What are your names?"

"Allison Argent." Allison responded.

"Y/N Stark." I said dully.

Lydia blew a kiss at herself in the mirror and turned back to us. "Wonderful. Come on, practice is going to start soon."

We made our way to the lacrosse pitch and climbed the small set of bleachers. Stiles and Scott stood by the bench and I waved at them.

Stiles looked at me in astonishment and subtly pointed at Lydia. I rolled my eyes and shrugged in return.

"Who's that?" Allison asked, nudging me with her super sharp elbow.

"Oh, that's Stiles, my best friend." I answered her.

Allison nodded, a secretive smile of her face. She nodded to the player in goal. "What about him?"

I squinted at the player and saw a number eleven etched on the back of his practice jersey. Holy shit, Scott was in the goal! He never plays!

"Him? I'm not sure who he is." Lydia answered, butting into our conversation. "Why?"

Allison shook her head. "He's in my English class."

"That is Scott McCall. He's like my brother, and is, indeed, in our English class." I whispered to her.

Allison grinned widely.

The assistant coach blew his whistle prompting the practice to begin. I watched as Scott clutched his helmet, squirming around.

Was he in pain? What's wrong with him?

The first player in line booked forward and shot the ball straight towards the goal. The ball hit Scott right on the helmet, making him fall to the ground.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Jackson yelled to Scott as everyone else laughed.

Scott stood back up slowly, ready to prove everyone wrong.

"C'mon, Scott." I whispered, clenching my hands into fists.

The next player in line ran forward and shot the ball. It landed right in Scott's net.

"Yeah!" I heard Stiles call out, while I clapped enthusiastically.

The line of players dwindled down. They each threw the ball and Scott caught it every single time.

I was so proud of my son.

"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison observed.

"Oh, very good." Lydia purred.

Jackson angrily strutted up to the front of the line and put his stick out in front of the next player, effectively cutting the line. He started running towards the goal in an almost dramatic way. He twisted his stick and jumped into the air, whipping the ball towards the net.

I held my breath, but I didn't need to, because Scott caught that damn ball in one swift maneuver.

Stiles jumped up and screamed out in joy, throwing his arms up in the air. I bounced in place, clapping madly as I grinned at Scott. Even Lydia got up and cheered loudly, which surprised me.

"That is my friend!" Stiles yelled loudly, causing me to laugh loudly.

“I don’t—I don’t know what it was.” Scott said in an amazed tone as he splashed through a creek in the preserve. We were trying to find Scott’s inhaler, which he lost last night, and the subject of lacrosse practice came up.

“It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.” He continued. “And that’s not the only weird thing. I-I can—hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things.”

“Smell things?” Stiles asked in an amused voice. “Like what?”

“Like the coconut scented lotion Y/N uses and the mint-mojito gum in your pocket.” Scott proclaimed, pointing at Stiles’ jacket.

Stiles paused and dug his hand into his jacket pocket. “I don’t even have any mint-mojito—”

Stiles pulled out a piece of green gum and looked at it in amazement. Scott gave him an ‘I-told-you-so’ look.

“So all this started with a bite.” Stiles stated, running to catch up with Scott and I, who had continued to walk while he had paused.

“What if it’s like an infection,” Scott worried. “Like, my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?”

“You know what? I actually thing I’ve heard of this—It’s a specific kind of infection.” Stiles told Scott.

“Are you serious?” Scott asked Stiles with a horrified expression.

“Yeah.” Stiles nodded, putting his hands on his hips. “Yeah, I think it’s called—lycanthropy.”

I pursed my lips and gave Stiles a glare. Lycanthropy was not something to joke about, and if Scott was actually a werewolf, then he was screwed. Especially if the Argents were in town.

Scott, my dear Scott, didn’t know what lycanthropy was, though.

“What’s that?” He asked. “Is that bad?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s the worst.” Stiles confirmed Scott’s worst fear. “But only once a month.”

“Once a month?” Scott asked before looking at me for confirmation. “Like a per—”

“No, Scott, you won’t have a period.” I toned, rolling my eyes while Stiles snickered.

“It’s on the night of the full moon, Scott.” Stiles declared before howling loudly.

Scott scowled at Stiles and shoved his shoulder while Stiles chuckled.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling.” Stiles laughed, raising his arms in defeat.

“Hey, there could something seriously wrong with him, Stiles.” I spoke up, annoyed.

“I know! He’s a werewolf!” Stiles exclaimed before fake growling. Scott and I both gave him an unamused look. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s because Friday’s a full moon.”

Scott stopped walking suddenly, looking around as though he recognized where we were at.

“No, I-I could have sworn this was it.” Scott said as he crouched down, sifting through some dead leaves. “I saw the body; the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler.”

“Maybe the killer moved the body.” I suggested solemnly.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler.” Scott said, looking up at me. “Those things are like eighty bucks.”

Stiles and I snickered, but all of a sudden, Stiles pulled me behind him, protecting me from whatever he saw behind me.

“Stiles, what?”

“Shh.” He whispered.

I leaned around him to see a young man, probably a couple years older than us, approach. He looked eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place him.

“What are you doing here?” The guy asked harshly. “Huh? This is private property.”

Private property? The only house near here was the old, burnt down Hale house. How could he know about that? Then it clicked. This was Derek Hale, one of the only survivors of the Hale House fire.

“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know.” Stiles apologized, rubbing his head nervously.

“Yeah, we were just looking for something, but—” Scott said, pausing when Derek gave him an expectant look. “Uh, forget it.”

Derek whipped something at Scott, who caught the thing easily, and turned to leave, but not before giving me a curious glance. I turned to Scott to see him holding his lost inhaler, staring at it curiously. When I looked back up, Derek was gone.

“Uhm. All right, come on, I gotta get to work.” Scott said, starting to walk away when Stiles stopped him.

“Dude, that was Derek Hale.” Stile told him. “You remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

“Remember what?” Scott asked.

“His family.” Stiles explained. “They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.”

“It was six.” I murmured, remembering the event quite clearly. I had woken up in the middle of the night screaming my head off, telling my mom about a house caught on fire. The next morning the story about the Hale’s was in the paper.

“What?”

“The fire was six years ago.” I spoke louder. “I wonder what he’s doing back?”

Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. “Who knows. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

I sighed as I relished in the soft, but toned physique of Stiles’ chest, resting my head on his right pec. One of his arms was wrapped around my body, his hand resting on my lower back, while his other arm tapped a rhythm on his toned stomach.

We cuddled often, which was weird to say since we’re just friends. It mostly came up when one of us was feeling vulnerable, or even just tired, and we needed someone to hold on to.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my sleepy daze and Stiles groaned, burying his face in my hair. I slowly untangled myself from his form and grabbed my phone, taking a seat at my desk.

“Hey, Allison.” I chirped. My tone was perky, but I was really feeling the opposite.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, I have so much to tell you.” Allison gushed as a greeting. “I hit a dog—"

“You hit a dog?” I asked in shock. “You hit a pour doggo?”

“Yeah, but—” Allison started to say, but was interrupt by Stiles’ loud groan.

“Y/N, come on.” Stiles groaned.

“Who was that?”

“I’m talking to Allison right now, you’ll have to wait.” I told Stiles.

“Y/N, who’s that?” Allison repeated.

“It’s Stiles.” I answered her reluctantly, scared of what questions she was going to ask.

“What were you doing? Did I interrupt something?”

“No, we were just cuddling.” I assured her. “He can wait.”

“You guys cuddle? Are you together?” She asked.

“Yes, to your first question, no to your second.” I sighed. “Now tell me what happened.”

“So, I hit a dog, right? Well, I figured I should take it to the animal clinic, and it turns out that Scott was there. He totally repaired her leg and put a cast on it. Then—”

“Spit it out!”

“Okay, okay, jeez. Anyway, Scott asked me to go to Lydia’s party with him!”

“No!” I gasped. Scott ask a girl out? Never in a million years did I think this would happen.

“Yes!” She squealed.

“What’d you say? What about your family night?”

“Family night was a total lie and I told him yes!”

“Yes!” I hissed in celebration. I turned to Stiles, who looked at me expectantly. “Scott asked Allison on a date and she said yes!”

“Whoopee!” Stiles said sarcastically causing me to scowl at him.

“Anyway, I have to go Y/N.” Allison said. “See you later.”

“Bye!” I sang into the receiver before hanging up. I twirled around in my chair to face Stiles, who opened up his arms.

“C’mere.”

I sighed and stood up, walking over to my bed and crawling over to him. We situated ourselves so that he could be the little spoon. He sighed in content as he laid his head on my breasts.

“You have nice boobs.”

“Thanks, I think.” I snickered.

“It was a compliment.”

The rest of the week went by quickly with more weird behavior from Scott. He was doing really well in lacrosse, even though he sucked horribly before, he didn't use his inhaler at all, and he even told Stiles and I that he slept walked into the woods one night.

"Y/N, you'll never guess what I overheard on the phone." Stiles panted as he ran up to me before the last elimination round practice.

"What?"

"The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods." He informed me.

"What animal?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It was a wolf." He said solemnly.

"But I thought that there are no wolves in California?"

He nodded. "But what if— Y/N, what if my joke the other day was true?"

"What, the werewolf joke?" I asked astonished. I hoped it wasn’t true, but all the signs pointed to it. From what my dad told me about werewolves, Scott could very well be one.

"Look, I know how dumb it seems," Stiles started. "But the new reflexes, the sensitive hearing and sense of smell? He doesn't even need his fucking inhaler anymore—"

Stiles was still rambling cutely but stopped once I interrupted him.

"I believe you."

"You do?" He asked in disbelief. "I mean, great!"

"What do we do?"

Stiles paused for a minute, clearly thinking of a plan.

"Alright, you go to the library, get as many books on lycanthropy as you can find, them meet me at my house at seven." He ordered.

"Yes sir." I nodded, causing Stiles to look at me with a strange expression. "What?"

Stiles shook his head. "N-nothing."

It was me who was giving him a look now. I shook my head before running to my bike.

•

I arrived at Stiles' house with a bag full of books and let myself in my own key. I made my way up to his room and swung the door open, causing the boy of my affections to jump in his seat.

Stiles turned to me and saw I was struggling with the sack of heavy books I was carrying. He walked over to me and surprisingly kissed my cheek and took the bag from me.

My face burned from where he kissed it, so I ducked my head so he wouldn’t see me blushing.

"You look nice." Stiles smiled gently at me.

"Oh." I squeaked in surprise. "Thank you. Uh, the party's at ten, so I figured we could head over there after we tell Scott."

He sat down in his chair heavily, a gloomy look on his face. "I wasn't invited to the party."

“Well, Lydia said to invite anyone we wanted, so now you’re invited.” I said with a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Stiles grinned.

I smiled back at him genuinely and took a seat on his bed, taking a book out to start reading.

Two hours later, Stiles' floor was covered with print outs of information about werewolves. I had almost fallen asleep twice already, but Stiles shouted my name each time to wake me up.

There was a knock on the door causing both Stiles and I to jump in our seats. Stiles closed his MacBook and wandered over to his door. He opened it, revealing a smiling Scott.

“Get in.” Stiles sighed. “You gotta see this thing.”

He ushered Scott in and Scott set his backpack down next to me.

“Y/N and I've been up all night reading—websites, books. All this information.” Stiles rambled.

Scott looked on amused. “How much Adderall have you had today?”

“A lot.” I told Scott. I had seen Stiles take at least three pills since I’ve been here.

“Doesn't matter.” Stiles shook his head. “Okay, just listen.”

Scott sat down on the bed. “Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?”

“No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale.” Stiles informed him.

“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day.”

“Yeah!” Stiles exclaimed. “Yes. But that's not it, okay?”

“What, then?” Scott asked.

Stiles sighed. “Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore.”

Scott looked confused, so I jumped in to help him remember. “The wolf, Scott—the bite in the woods.”

“We started doing all this reading.” Stiles said before standing up. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?”

“Should I?”

“It’s a signal.” I said, remembering the passage from the lycanthropy book I read. “When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack.”

“So, if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby.” Stiles took over. “Maybe even a whole pack of ‘em.”

Scott perked up, his eyes wide. “A whole pack of wolves?”

“No—” Stiles grimaced. “Werewolves.”

Scott stared at Stiles with a blank face before heaving himself to his feet. “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.”

Scott grabbed his backpack and started to leave, but Stiles put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn’t just amazing, all right? It was impossible.”

“Yeah, so I made a good shot.” Scott mumbled, going to leave.

Stiles stopped him again and grabbed his backpack, slamming it down on the bed.

“No, you made an incredible shot, I mean—the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y’know, people can’t just suddenly do that overnight. And there’s the vision and the senses, and don’t even think we don’t notice that you don’t need your inhaler anymore.

“Okay!” Scott exclaimed. “Guys, I can’t think about this now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” I shrieked. “What? No! The full moon’s tonight. Don’t you get it?”

“What are you guys trying to do?” Scott spat, his eyes narrowed. “I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can’t believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?”

Stiles sighed as he sat down in his desk chair. “We’re trying to help. You’re cursed, Scott. You know, and it’s not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

Scott stared down at Stiles blankly. “Bloodlust?”

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, your urge to kill.”

Scott breathed in deeply. “I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles.”

I picked up the book I had discarded and held it up to my face. “You gotta hear this: “The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.”” I read out loud. “All right? I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does.”

Stiles stood up and crossed the room to the bed. “You gotta cancel this date.” Stiles rummaged through Scott’s backpack. “I’m gonna call her right now.”

“What are you doing?” Scott groaned.

Stiles grabbed Scott’s cellphone from the front pocket of his backpack and walked back to his desk. “I’m canceling the date.”

“No, give it to me!” Scott shouted, grabbing Stiles firmly by the biceps and pushing him into the wall. He held up a fist to Stiles’ face as if to punch him, but he paused at my yelp.

“Scott!”

Scott roared in anger and swiped at the desk chair, knocking it over. His heavy breathing evened out in puffs as he looked back at a disgruntled Stiles.

“I’m sorry.” Scott said, pulling away from Stiles. “I—I gotta go get ready for that party.”

He walked to me and I picked up his backpack, silently handing it to him.

“I’m sorry.” Scott repeated as he opened the door, giving Stiles one last look before shutting the door.

I rushed over to Stiles and reached up to cup his face in my palms. “Are you okay?”

Stiles eyes gazed into my own and I felt my heart melting at the emotion in them.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “I’m okay.”

“Good.” I whispered. “That’s good.”

I slowly pulled away from him and turned, picking up the desk chair. I gasped as I set the chair back on it’s wheels, my gaze on the three claw marks ripped into the fake leather.

“What?” Stiles asked, looking over at me.

I wordlessly pointed to the scratches.

“Fuck.”

My phone dinged then and I went to pick it up out of my clutch. It was a text from Lydia.

Don’t forget about my party!

I huffed loudly and turned to Stiles. “Get dressed. We have a party to get to.”

The music was so loud at the party I thought my ear drums were going to burse. Allison and Scott arrived ten minutes after me and Stiles, and since then we’ve been watching them dance.

When I say ‘we’, I mean me, because Stiles was too busy laughing with some of his lacrosse buddies.

I was taking a sip from the water bottle in my hand when a hand grasped my shoulder. I gasped and turned around, only to find myself standing face to neck with Stiles.

“Do you want to dance?” Stiles shouted through the music.

I nodded hesitantly and together we walked out onto the dance floor. Stiles put his large, veiny hands on my waist and pulled me close.

We were about to start moving when someone ran into us, knocking me further into Stiles. I looked to see a tan guy that looked suspiciously like Scott plow into us, looking dazed. The full moon must’ve been affecting him.

“Yo, Scott, you good?” Stiles asked, letting go of me.

Scott didn’t answer, moving forward by me.

“Are you okay?” I questioned loudly. Scott shook his head and stumbled away. Two seconds later Allison came through and marched after him.

I looked at Stiles. “We should probably go help him.”

“Yeah.” Stiles nodded, taking my hand and pulling me through the crowd once again. We left the house just as Allison was getting into a black Camaro with Derek Hale.

What was he doing at a high school party?

I didn’t have time to ponder this as Stiles yanked me towards his jeep. I got into the passenger seat and Stiles pressed on the gas, speeding to Scott’s house.

Once we got to the McCall residence we ran up to Scott’s room and pounded our fists on his locked door.

“Go away.” I heard Scott say weakly.

“Scott, it’s us.” Stiles called. “Let us in, Scott. We can help.”

There was a thump against the door and the door opened a little, locked together by a chain.

“No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.” Scott insisted.

“She’s fine, all right?” I told Scott. “We saw her get a ride from the party. She’s—she’s totally fine, all right?”

“No, I think I know who it is.”

“You just let us in. We can try—”

“It’s Derek.” Scott interrupted. “Derek Hale is the werewolf. He’s the one that bit me. He’s the one that killed the girl in the woods.”

Stiles and I looked at each other with horrified glances.

“Scott—Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party.” Stiles broke the news.

The door slammed shut.

“Scott!” I yelled, but it was no use. He was gone.

I turned to Stiles. “We have to check on Allison.”

“No, we have to go find Scott!” He argued.

I sighed in frustration. “Neither of will can do anything against Scott when he’s like this.”

Stiles nodded. “You’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?” I quipped.

He simply rolled his eyes at me in response.

We pulled up to the Argent’s house and Stiles jumped out, leaving his door open and running to the front door. He pressed on the doorbell three times, then pounded his fist on the door.

The door opened and from my position I could see a tall lady with short, red hair answered the door. She looked at Stiles in confusion.

“Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um—you have no idea who I am.” Stiles greeted her so loudly that I could hear him clearly.

“I’m a friend of your daughter’s.” He continued as I slapped my hand to my forehead. “Uh—look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um—really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn’t even describe—”

He was interrupted my Allison’s mom. “Allison! It’s for you.”

Minutes later, after talking to Allison, Stiles jogged back to the jeep and got in. He buckled his seatbelt and stomped on the gas pedal.

“Now we find Scott?” I asked him.

He nodded, looking at the road determinedly, his tongue sticking slightly out of his lips.

“Now, we find Scott.”

The sun was rising when we finally found our furry friend. He was walking slowly on the side of the road. He was shirtless and clutching his right arm in his left hand.

Stiles slowed down and pulled up beside him so he could get in. As I climbed to the back seat, Scott climbed into the passenger seat. It was silent as Stiles started to drive again.

“Are you okay, Scott?” I asked him softly. Scott smiled weakly at me as an answer.

“You know what actually worries me the most?” Scott mumbled miserably.

Stiles glanced at him, a hard look in his eye. “If you say Allison, I’m gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now.” Scott moaned.

“I doubt that Scott.” I comforted him. “But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology.”

“Or,” Stiles started, a grin on his handsome face. “You know, you could just—tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you’re a fuckin’ werewolf.”

Both Scott and I gave him dirty looks, causing him to sigh.

“Okay, bad idea. Hey, we’ll get through this.” Stiles patted Scott on the arm. “Come on, if we have to, Y/N and I will chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it.”

Scott didn’t look assured by this statement, so I tried to assure him myself.

“We’re here for you Scott.” I said gently. “You won’t go through this alone.”

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05/06/17

BB: [ He//o he//o everyone ]

LC: [ Hello. ] LC: [ This asteroid sighting didn't hold much so far. ]

ID: hey it might be winding up to kill us all. maybe it has performance anxiety.

LC: [ That would be a strange thing for an asteroid to have since theYY are not sentient beings. ] LC: [ At least, scientificallYY no such thing is confirmed. ]

ID: hey, never know. until it's too late. and the sentient meteor is killing us.

LC: [ Well there are no confirmed sentient rocks, so hopefullYY this rock is no different. ]

ID: i believe in this meteor's intelligence. =:P

LC: [ I will inform YYou about it's intelligence once we get through this... hopeful "scare". ] LC: [ I prefer wishful thinking in this scenario. ]

ID: or maybe it's smart and it's just messing with us and will go fuck off back to space after it gets bored.

LC: [ If it manages to escape the gravitational pull of the planet (which is unlikelYY), then it would. ]

ID: you just like putting down this poor meteor.

LC: [ That's more of a science factoid, if I had anYY power over it I'd send it on it's waYY back to space - so everYYone stopped freaking out about the end of the world. ]

ID: yeah, well. the fleet failed us and hopefully we won't all die for their mistake.

LC: [ HopefullYY. ]

AA: omggg, dnw abt the meteorn, 'kay. AA: it is pernf chill. H E L L A chill.

ID: how drunk/high are you sip. =:/

ID: i assume you went to the party.

AA: went out into the crneepy fucking light and didn't even get my globes bleeding. >:}

AA: uh. AA: uhhhhhhh.

AA: scale of one to ten??

LC: [ I have a suspicion on that scale, that will be an eleven. ]

LA: I WOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT IT. LA: WE'LL BE FINE.

ID: oh hey another yellowblood. sip don't end up doing anything stupid like waking up in a dumpster.

ID: or i'll laugh.

ID: so hard.

AA: AA: oh, shit, i was typing

ID: man your dumpster fire is just raging out of control.

LC: [ I assume such... incident happened before with them? ]

AA: i'm not gonna end up in a dumpstern, jeeeeeeez. AA: stfu stfu stfu. >:P AA: mind honey tea, brnah, i ain't sparnky, it doesn't do anything.

AA: n, hads is just fussy.

ID: i'm not fussy, you're just a dumpster fire.

LA: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU END UP IN A DUMPSTER FOR!!! LA: DID YOU LOSE A FIGHT WITH THE DUMPSTER GODS OR WHAT!!!

AA: yrn D A D is a dumpstern firne.

BB: [We'// be fiiiine ]

ID: my dad is great and you are forever a dumpster fire.

ID: no she'll end up in the dumpster because she's ingesting toxins.

LC: [ I will personallYY keep observing this asteroid for short periods of time. Even with darkened lenses, it's painful to look at it for too long. ]

BB: [ A /itt/e bit of fun never wound up with TOO much troub/e ]

LA: WELL THAT'S MORE OF A HER PROBLEM IF SHE'S EATING BLACKBERRIES LA: DUDE SERIOUSLY STOP WORRY ABOUT THE BIG FIREROCK LA: IT WON'T DO JACK SHIT LA: TRUST ME ON THIS ONE

AA: oh my god. fi you wernen't chilling in yrn fancy trnap, you'd totes be outherne too, don't play. >:P AA: therne's so many ppl out!!

BB: [ And see? /C is keeping an eye on the meteor ]

ID: i mean i wouldn't be getting high.

BB: [ I'm out rn too ]

ID: and i'm out of the tub eating stolen snacks right now.

LC: [ I was out earlier, but if YYou are out, take care of YYour own sight if YYou can. ]

LA: BUT ARE YOU NAKED

AA: gj, bb, parntying is AA: AA: ????????????????????

ID: of course i'm naked.

LA: WHAT ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO IN A TUB BESIDES BE NAKED AND EAT SNACKS

LA: AND TRAINING TO EAT YOUR ENEMIES I GUESS

BB: [ We// I know some things ]

BB: [ Best not to say in pub/ic though ]

ID: i put all my clothes in the hotel washing units.

LA: THE WHAT

AA: arne you wanderning the hotel naked??

LA: THE FUCK IS A HOTEL

AA: you arne the fucking dumpstern firne.

AA: it's you.

AA: yrn it!!

LC: [ Let's not go there. ] LC: [ I wanted to saYY that depending on the size of the tub - swimming. But that would classiffYY as a pool. ]

BB: [ I'm actua//y gonna go buy snacks now, ID made me hungry ]

ID: i had a robe for my forays out of my room!

ID: you high mess of a troll.

BB: [ Suggestions are we/come, I never know what I want when I reach the store ]

LA: SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS HOTEL BUSINESS TO ME!!!

ID: you're welcome bb.

BB: [ A hote/ is a p/ace you can pay to spend the day in a private room ]

ID: hotels are where you stay when traveling when you have money.

BB: [ Among other things such as free food, wifi, /aundry facilities, sometimes gyms ]

LA: WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO SPEND MONEY ON A ROOM WHEN YOU CAN JUST KICK PEOPLE OUT OF THEIR HIVES

LC: [ UsuallYY the more expensive ones. Motels tend to be cheaper. ]

LC: [ Uhm, because not everYYone breaks into other's hives and tries to kick them out. ]

BB: [ I hate staying in other peop/e's hives ]

ID: you never know when a hive is going to be boobytrapped.

LA: WELL FUCK THAT LA: AGGIE AIN'T GETTING A HIVE WHEN I FEEL LIKE STEALING HERS

LC: [ I agree with ID*. ]

BB: [ Other peop/e's hives can be dirty too ]

AA: it's the wronst. othern ppls hives. like. supern fucking wornst. AA: also, no, u, hads. >:{

AA: they'rne always dirnty!! no one knows how to fucking clean.

ID: definitely you sips. definiteeellyyy.

AA: like, nnnnnnnnnnn,put away yrn trnash, you got a bin forn a rneason.

BB: [ Exact/y AA ]

LC: [ Depends on the hive.]

ID: go drink some fucking water or something. what do you do when you're high to stop being high?

ID: do that.

LA: SO??? LOTS OF PLACES ARE DIRTY LA: WHAT'S THE PROBLEM

BB: [ You have to wait it out ]

AA: dude, yrn in a hotel. like. acrnss the continent. AA: forn like. some weirnd fairne shit you don't even do. that's, like. AA: way morne rnanks in hot mess than me, tyvm.

AA: and i have watern!

AA:

AA: i haaaaaad watern. >:?

LA: IS EVERYONE SCARED OF DIRT OR WHAT LA: BECAUSE DIRT IS THE LITERAL OPPOSITE OF SCARY LA: IT'S MORE ANNOYING BECAUSE IT'S FULL OF ANTS

ID: oh my god.

ID: go find a new water. that's still sealed you utter waste of space.

LC: [ LA, given that dirt comes with mYY job, I am not. ]

BB: [ Dirt is fine, but dirty hives have worse things ]

LC: [ Then again, I prefer to keep things clean and tidYY. And have them as organized as I can have them. ]

LA: SEE BLUEREGARD Q KAZOO TAKE TWO GETS IT

ID: hahaha what.

LC: [ Pardon? ]

BB: [ What's your job /C? ]

LA: DIRT IS JUST DIRT I DON'T KNOW WHY ANYONE CARES WHEN IT'S ON YOUR STUFF

LC: [ Mapmaker, cartographer, also generallYY travelling alot due to that. ]

BB: [ Oh wow sugar, that's rea//y coo/ ] BB: [ I've never met a mapmaker ]

LC: [ Thanks. ] LC: [ And well YYeah obviouslYY LA. Some trolls are ickYY about it in general. ]

AA: hads. haaaads. i bought watern. AA: and it's, like, M A RN O O N, too, just, like, forn you. >:}

ID: ...if it's maroon it isn't water.

AA: oh my god. >:{

AA: it is watern!!

LC: [ Water isn't maroon coloured. ]

ID: water is clear.

BB: [ AA if you need water or something I'd run you some. You near the Winter/ands at a//? ]

AA: lmfao, nooo. AA: not unless i get on a whale forn a day.

AA: i cn totes get on a whale forn a day, tho.

LA: WATER IS ANY COLOR WATER WANTS TO BE

LA: EVER SEEN WATER FULL OF MUD

AA: la gets it.

LA: IT TURNS ALL SORTS OF COLORS

AA: my watern doesn't have mud, omfg. >:{!

ID: sip you're supposed to be going this way, not whereever that other place is.

LA: WHAT DOES IT HAVE

BB: [ We// I don't think you'// want to come a// the way here by wha/e for some water bott/es ]

ID: take a picture of your water already.

LA: WHAT'S A WHALE!!!

LC: [ LA, that only happens if you mix it with various goods that colour it. But normallYY it's clear. ]

ID: oh my god is la like 2.

LA: AND WHY DOES IT HAVE MUD WATER

LA: I'M HOWEVER OLD I FEEL LIKE

ID: so 2.

LA: SURE WHY NOT

LA: ADD 6 AND A HALF TO THAT THOUGH

LA: AND THEN YOU WON'T BE WRONG

LC: [ Well Hadean, theYY might lack knowledge on basic things. ]

LA: NO

LA: IT'S MORE LIKE

LA: I DON'T REALLY CARE

LC: [ Not trYYing to implYY theYY are stupi-- Oh. ]

LA: IF IT DOESN'T AFFECT MY LIFE THEN WHY SHOULD I

LC: [ Well then. ]

ID: see lc. i know my idiots when i see one.

LA: HAHA

LA: YOU'RE FUNNY

LA: I LIKE YOU

LC: [ Figures. ]

BB: [ B/ess their pump ] BB: [ They just wanna be wi/d ]

LA: DAMN STRAIGHT

LC: [ Well I know a troll who is wild, but also reallYY reckless. ] LC: [ And she just got too much energYY in general. ]

LA: THE HUNT FOR THE WILD WORKS LESS WELL WHEN YOU'RE NOT WILD

LC: [ If that's YYour stYYle, then I guess. ]

LC: [ Not everYYone rolls that waYY. ]

BB: [ That's so true, I don't care about anything e/se when I hunt ]

LA: TRY IT SOMETIME IT'S GREAT

LC: [ Are YYou two happen to be hunters, or got other professions that's related to it? ]

LA: WHY WOULD I WANT TO WASTE MY TIME WITH PROVING I'M NOT A WRIGGLER TO STRANGERS IN A CHAT LA: WHEN I COULD JUST GO AND SHOOT ATEMIA'S NEW CHAMPION HAHA

LA: I'M A MUSICIAN THANK YOU

BB: [ I carve bone, hunting just makes it easier to do that ]

AA: ugh, ppl keep talking. AA: hads, wtf you want a pic of my watern forn? >:\

AA: dnw abt my watern. AA: how arne you even paying forn yrn hot?

ID: to see if it's water.

ID: i had a job. and now no one is here to charge me.

LA: OH I DO THAT SOMETIMES LA: THAT'S COOL BB

BB: [ I /ove it! I do a /ot of beads and jewe/ry, but I'// carve just about anything asked of me ]

LC: [ Ah, I see. ]

LC: [ That's nice, BB. ]

BB: [ I a/so do interior decorating ]

LA: I LIKE THIS ONE TOO LA: GOOD BLUEBLOOD LA: GOOD ALLY LA: WOULD ADVENTURE

BB: [ I am a/ways down for an adventure ;] ]

AA: ??? AA: what job??

LC: [ That's a good thing, BB. ]

LC: [ Ah, thanks as well LA. ]

ID: i looked so trustworthy i was given the task to deliver a very suspicious package to a very suspicious area.

LA: COOL LET'S PARTY LA: HEAD DOWN MY WAY FOR A REAL FUN TIME

ID: or maybe it was because i looked so strange that if i ran off with the package i'd be easy to track down.

BB: [ What kind of party? ]

ID: either way, i got paid.

LA: A HUNTING PARTY DUH

LA: THE BEST KIND

BB: [ Sounds good, what game do you hunt? ]

LC: [ Well, I prefer knowing others first before I'd dive head-in for adventures. ]

LC: [ I hope that's no big deal, LA. ]

LA: GIANT BEASTS LA: TRESPASSERS LA: FALSE FOREST DEITIES

LA: AWWW FINE LA: HOW BOOOORING

LC: [ ... Trespassers. ]

LA: WELL YOU'RE NOT TRESPASSING IF YOU'RE INVITED

BB: [ Hmmm maybe once we rea//y get to know each other ] BB: ;]

LC: [ So, people who break into YYour territoritYY or. Just trolls who need to get through there. ]

LA: EYYYYYYY

LA: GIVE ME A SHOUT SOMETIME

AA: oh, shit. that's a good job. AA: i guess. >:}

LA: YOU ASK WAY TOO MANY QUESTIONS FAIR MAPMAKER

ID: it was the best job. this place is alright.

ID: are you drinking your not-water.

ID: that i'm hoping is juice and not. more drugs.

AA: y. oh. shit. you wanted a picturne, rnight?

LC: [ Do I? I don't think I asked that manYY. ]

AA: omggg, haha, why so het the fuck up abt honey? AA: i don't spaaaaarnk. it's nbd.

LA: WAY TOO MANY

LA: LEARN TO LIGHTEN UP BUDDY

AA has attached NOTBOOZE.PNG.

ID: enough of it can still kill you now can't it?

ID: well it's not water but keep drinking it.

LA: SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO SCREAM REALLY LOUD INTO THE VOID!!!! AND SEE IF IT SCREAMS BACK!!!!

BB: [ AA knows what a good time is ]

LC: [ Well, given the current situation, I am positive everYYone is covered in the brightness of this asteroid. ]

LA: OH YEAH IT LOOKS AWESOME

LC: [ Well I'd hope the void won't scream back. ]

LA: BUT IT'S ALSO NOT HEADED MY WAY EITHER

AA: n, it can't, bc i don't have the AA: AA: rncepetorns forn that. >:P

LA: SOMETIMES IT DOES LA: THE VOID IS AWESOME

ID: well it can still make you do stupid things. obviously.

ID: so try to sober up and not get culled by any lunatics.

LA: NO YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY FIND SOME BETTER DRINKS

LA: TRY THE HONEY MEAD IT'S GREAT

ID: definitely don't listen to la.

LA: DEFINITELY LISTEN TO LA

LC: [ Don't listen to LA. ]

LA: LISTEN TO LA

LC: [ YYou just want AA to get more drunk and do stupid things, don't YYou. ]

AA: hads. haaaaads. AA: am not gonna get culled by lunatics. you fucking losern. AA: will you stop frnetting like my lusus if i, like AA:

LA: HONEY MEAD IS FUCKING DELICIOUS

AA: ..... idk do something lame

LA: BUT OTHERWISE LA: DUH

ID: go to where ever you're staying. that's the lamest.

ID: crawl in your coon. supppeeerrr lame.

AA: if i crnawl into my coon, i can't talk to you, so n. >:P AA: trny agaiiiiiiin.

AA: also, honey mead is fucking lame. AA: being drnunk is fucking lame.

AA: sozzzz.

LA: YOU'RE MISSING OUT

LC: [ That's true AA, I am glad YYou agree on that. ]

ID: well you can still go back to your room or whatever. that's lame.

ID: and you can still talk. and have regular fucking water instead of dyed shit.

AA: lmfao, fiiiiine, okay, w/e. AA: i will rneturn to my supern lame hive-cage-rnoom thing. AA: and, like, N O T bake in the frneaky light.

ID: thatta dumpster fire.

AA: stooooop. >:} AA: did you grnow gills btw.

ID: alas, no. so no cutting me open. i live another night.

LA: CAN YOU SHOOT A WHALE

LC: [ WhYY would YYou shoot a whale. ]

AA: rnifp. why you gotta klil all my fun, dude?

AA: and

AA: y!

AA: you can totes shoot a whale.

LA: SWEET

AA: orn, like, punch it.

LA: WHERE DO YOU FIND WHALES

AA: do you wanna shoot a whale?

LC: [ Well of course YYou can, but whYY would YYou do that. ]

AA: therne's one at the docking bay rn.

LC: [ ... In the ocean. ]

AA: in the sky!

LA: WELL WHY WOULDN'T I WANT TO SHOOT A WHALE

ID: i'm sorry my lack of gills is so disappointing. =:'(

LA: AHA!!!!

LA: THEY FLY AND THEREFORE LA: THEY CAN BE SHOT

AA: it's totes disappointinggg. AA: i want you to be, like, special and fucking unique. >:P

LC: [ I have not YYet seen a flYYing whale. ]

LC: [ Where did YYou see one AA. ]

AA: like idk a prnime-time boss mob.

ID: i'm not unique enough already? psh.

AA: we got 'em at hanhai. it's, like

AA: a shipping. company

AA: ??

LC: [ ... So are theYY a mascot of a shipping companYY. ]

AA: nooo, you crnawl in theirn mouth and rnide in 'em.

ID: no, they're actual damn whales.

LC: [ ... Well I have YYet to come across with them, I guess. ]

AA: lmfao, i'm not fucking lying.

AA: i'll get you pics. >:}

LC: [ Please do. ]

ID: they're fucking weird.

AA: do you like.

AA: want pics of the outisde, orn the inside??

ID: ...you aren't getting on the whale are you.

AA: ....

AA: ........ well, do you want me to, like, stab a hole thrnough it? >:\

LC: [ Uhm. Do YYou have pre-existing photos so YYou don't need to get on the whale right now? ]

AA: y, but the lighting is like way coolern rnight now. it's, like, all glowy-y and shit. AA: it'll look p fucking sweet.

AA: in orn out, dude??

ID: why are you getting on a whale. =:I

AA: why arne you trnying to say i'm not allowed to get on a whale? >:1

ID: i'm asking why you're getting on the whale when i thought you were going to your room. duh.

AA: oh. lmao. AA: sozzz.

AA: to get pics of the inside, duhhh. except, like, if lc doesn't wan t'em, w/e, w/e.

ID: they don't want them. get to your room instead.

ID: and send pics of it.

ID: mine is better i bet. =:P

AA: !!!

AA: lmfao, no, it is not.

ID: pp or you're wrong, you know the rules.

AA: mine has my lusus. that uto makes it, like, 10x bettern, dude.

AA: bc he's fucking adornbs. >:}

ID: pp or you're wrong~ =:P =:P =:P

LC: [ Now YYou are setting up a challenged to AA and theYY will go on the whale, Hadean. ]

ID: no, the challenge is posting pics of their room and their lusus.

LC: [ I'd prefer them from the outside. More useful - visuals-wise. ]

LA: NOT IF I SHOOT THE WHALE FIRST

ID: because they aren't going to fucking fly away and leave their lusus.

LC: [ Oh. I have misread then in that case - mYY apologies. ]

AA: do not shoot my fucking whale.

AA: >:{

LA: I WILL SHOOT A WHALE DAMN IT

LA: AND IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE ON IT

AA: and AA: yeah, n, am not ditching bennui, he'd get eaten, dnw. herne's yrn whale pic, lc.

AA: look upon the whale and W E E P.

LA: I WILL SHOOT EVERY GODDAMN WHALE OUT OF THE SKY

AA has posted WHATDOESTHEWHALESAY.JPEG, CRITICALWHALE.JPEG, WHALEACTUALLY.JPEG

ID: okay pics obtained, now we need room pics and lusus pics. chop chop, less typing more walking.

SA: please don't shoot the sky whales. they are good.

LA: STARTING WITH THAT ONE!!!!

LC: [ Thanks, AA. ] LC: [ LA, what if YYou happen to shoot one that falls upon YYou? ]

AA: they arne so good, sa.

LA: WHAT KIND OF IDIOT BRINGS HER KILL DOWN ON HER OWN HEAD

AA: they'rne, ike, the best fucking things evern. look at that shit. it is P RN E C.

LC: [ It could happen to absolutelYY anYYone, so I am just asking. ]

AA: .. and okay, y, walking. W A L K I N G. don't lose yrn horns, hads, jeez.

ID: my horns will remain on my head. and above my head i guess.

LA: BITCH PLEASE I AM A MUCH BETTER SHOT THAN THAT

LA: I KNOW HOW NOT TO BRING THINGS ON MY HEAD

LC: [ That sounds like something a troll would saYY who actuallYY brings trouble on their own head. ]

ID: ^^^^

LA: YOU COULD ALWAYS COME DOWN HERE AND WATCH ME

LA: I DON'T BITE

LC: [ I am good. ]

LA: DID NOBODY TEACH YOU NOT TO REFUSE A LADY'S POLITE REQUEST COW EYES

SA: the shouting implies you bite, admittedly.

SA: Yern, you're back.

LC: [ Well, I should have said: I am good, but thanks for the offer. ] LC: [ Last time I checked I had no such eYYes. ]

LC: [ AdmittedlYY, I am. ]

LA: WHAT SHOUTING???

LA: THIS IS HOW I TALK

LC: [ So, do YYou shout at others when YYou talk to them face-to-face? ]

LA: OF COURSE NOT!! LA: BUT THEY KEEP SAYING I DO

LA: I DON'T KNOW WHY

LC: [ Well, I wonder whYY. ]

LA: I'M JUST TALKING NORMALLY

AA: good newwwws. AA: i am at my hotel. >:}

LC: [ Sweet. ]

AA: bad news, i totes lost the goddamn fucking ky.

ID: ohhh my god.

ID: =:/ is there any staff around.

LC: [ That's unfortunate. ]

ID: if not. find a cart. should be a master key on it you can use.

ID: if so. ask for another damn key.

AA: i'm not gonna ask 'em for a key.

AA: and have 'em be like "omgggg, you lost yrn key, that's so sad." AA: B O RN I N G.

AA: i am going to

AA: P I C K T H E L O C K.

LA: BLAST THE LOCK OPEN

AA: ...

ID: ...i bet you you can't get it picked in five minutes.

AA: i am going to P U N CH O F F T H E L O CK. >:}

ID: no you fucking aren't.

LC: [ But YYou'd need to paYY for the damage if YYou do that. ]

LA: GO GO GO

LA: PUNCH THE LOCK!!!!!!!!!

ID: i bet that you couldn't pick it sip.

LC: [ Don't listen to LA. ]

ID: unless you're too scared.

ID: that is.

LA: LISTEN TO LA

LC: [ Don't listen to LA. ]

AA: lmfaooo, lc, i'm like

AA: i can totes pay forn the damage.

LA: LISTEN TO LA

AA: i could totes buy this hotel, if i wanted, j s yk.

LA: BUY THE HOTEL ON THE WHALE

ID: but can you pick a lock.

LC: [ While I am aware, it might leave YYou with a room that got a busted door and no waYY of locking it for the daYYtime. ]

AA: >:{ AA: i can totally pick a lock!!

ID: prooove it.

ID: unless you can't.

LA: OH COME ON AA LA: YOU ONLY LIVE A SHORT TIME BEFORE THE GODS SHOOT YOU DOWN

LA: SO PICK THAT LOCK

LA: AND REGRET NOTHING

AA: i am pciknig it rn, stfu.

AA: also that totes isn't how gods wornk, god.

AA: lrn2rnleigion.

AA: >:P

LA: THAT'S HOW MINE WORK LA: HASHTAG OR WHATEVER RUDE

SA: #

ID: also if you pick that lock and then discover the key in your back pocket. i will not be pleased.

AA: yrn gods suck, then, sozzzz.

LA: MY GODS ARE AWESOME AND I ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU THINK THEY SUCK

LA: BECAUSE I AM NOT AN INSECURE ASS

AA: okay, you A L S O suck.

AA: >:}

LA: WHAT'S YOUR POINT

LA: BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT MAKING ANY POINTS LA: YOU'RE JUST TRYING FOR A REACTION

ID: sip is also high so. you're fighting a disable opponent. go back to bugging prisma.

ID: or the blueblood.

SA: please do not fight me. I am military trained.

AA: yrn not wornth making actual points, bb. gotta be, like, morne enterntaining than just shouting.

AA: !!

SA: I heavily discourage this.

AA: what sornt of militarny trnained?

LA: FOR THE LAST TIME I'M NOT SHOUTING LA: THIS IS HOW I TALK

ID: i meant verbal fighting prisma hold back there.

SA: Oh.

SA: Yes. alright.

AA: i totally mean physical fighting.

AA: gimme yrn deets.

SA: I--

AA: i want yrn deets.

SA: No.

ID: oh my god sip you can't even pick a lock let alone fight fucking /no/.

AA: A L L T H E D E E -- whyyyyyyy. >:{

AA: i am picking the lock!! stfu, omfg.

LA: BITE THE LOCK

ID: is it open yet? no? then you aren't picking it.

ID: you're just stabbing it.

LC: [ Don't bite the lock. Also I'd rather not dwell into phYYsical fighting, but I am glad there won't be anYY of that. ]

SA: biting the lock seems highly impractical.

SA: at that point you may as well kick the door down.

LA: BY THE WAY I'M LEAVING LA: I HAVE TO GO SHOOT MY FRIEND'S PARAMOUR UNTIL IT DIES LA: BYEEEEE~

LA: I'LL MISS YOU MOST OF ALL COW EYES HEHE

SA: ...their lover?

LC: [ Well then. ] LC: [ Biting the lock would most likelYY end up as a teeth-breaking experience. ] LC: [ Don't ask. I have no idea. ]

ID: i think we can all agree la is weird as fuck.

LC: [ I feel like meeting them face-to-face would end up in a fight. ]

ID: they'd probably try eating you. or some shit.

LC: [ Given how theYY kept going on about shooting things. ]

LC: [ I am positive theYY'd trYY to shoot me first. ]

SA: cannibalism is more common on this planet than people realize.

SA: it's pathetic.

SA: LC, not getting shot is simple.

SA: just don't.

ID: ^^^^

LC: [ Well I won't go out of mYY waYY to meet her. ] LC: [ it's not among mYY plans. ]

SA: especially amongst indigos and fuchsias, but i suppose that is rude to say.

LC: [ YYou are not wrong, though. And it genuinelYY unnerves me, to be honest. ]

ID: they get away with the most shit so. of course it's them.

SA: i like to call them assclowns.

SA: if they want to be clowns so bad.

SA: anyways.

ID: i like you prisma. you're alright.

SA: I appreciate this.

LC: [ To be fair, YYou aren't lYYing about them Prisma. ]

SA: a shame.

AA: yesss, clown rnagging.

AA: A+.

ID: how goes the lock picking?

LC: [ Did YYou manage to get into YYour room? ] LC: [ And uh well. We are just stating the truth. ]

SA: did you bite the lock?

AA: i bit the lock!

AA: do not bite fucking locks.

AA: but i am I N. >:}

ID: good. pp.

ID: also did you break any teeth.

LC: [ I'd saYY I can't believe YYou bit the lock, but I'd be lYYing if I did. ]

AA has attached _THEBESTDAD.PNG!_ It is a hummingbird lusus sitting in a bowl of sugar water. It is on fire.

AA: ofc i bit the lock. it was fucking sassing me. >:P AA: why have teeth if you can't bite shit??

SA: Why -- why is it-- wh

AA: ???

ID: oh my god is that to scale. is it really that tiny.

AA: he fits in the centern of my palm!!

ID: it's. sorta cute.

SA: Fire?

AA: he is fucking adornbs. brnb lemme get a pic of him forn scale.

AA: y!

AA: ... if he'll fucking hold still.

ID: does he burn you.

AA has attached PIC23405934059345.JPEG! It's a blurry picture of the same hummingbird lusus, sitting in the palm of her hand. He is still on fire, with fire pooling over the edge of her fingers.

AA: y. he is totes burning the shit out of me rn. AA: that's how parnenting wornks, rnight.

AA: just B U RN N T H E M?? >:}

ID: i mean it's hard to imagine something that little parenting without a little burning.

SA: it's cute but why is it not roasting to death.

SA: should you perhaps put them down.

AA: naaaaah, he totes can burn the shit outta me. AA: rnemind me and i'll show you the spots, they'rne wicked gnarnly.

AA: it's psi, losern. AA: yrn yellow, arnen't you a sparnkplug?? >:} you know how it goes.

ID: noted. =:P all about the gnarly.

SA: are you pyrokinetic?

SA: I'm puzzled. Where did this conversation go.

AA: whaaaaaaat. no.

SA: No, I do not know how it goes. My lusus never was.

AA: wtf would i be pyrnokinetic?

AA: he's a firnestarntern. i'm a totes flatscan, dude. >:}

ID: i wish my lusus had psi. he'd look kickass with a floating horn of his own.

AA: he, being, like, the birnd. AA: not hads.

AA: cut off parnt of yrn horn and float it forn him!

ID: hard pass.

AA: selfish. >:{

ID: also sorry on the no lusus thing prisma.

SA: it's fine, I wasn't attached to them anyways.

ID: at least you're sobering up enough to not be spelling everything wrong sip. =:P

SA: Yes, that is appreciated.

SA: It makes it much easier to understand although I still don't.

AA: lmao, fuck off. >:P i wish i brnought some honey w/ me. i have, like. AA: the wornst goddamn panache. AA: and this watern sucks.

AA: and AA: wtf don't you undernstand??

AA: dd!

AA: ddddddddddd

SA: Pinache for what?

AA: spinach? what?

ID: get some real water.

SA: I... no..

ID: pan-ache prisma.

ID: her head hurts.

SA: oh.

SA: then why not say headache?

ID: because it's lowblood slang.

AA: bc we'rne not coldbloods. >:} what'rne you, clown-rnaised??

ID: also known as the best kind of slang.

SA: I mean, yes, technically i was raised by highbloods.

SA: if you want to become extremely critical about it.

ID: well that explains everything.

SA: but realistically no.

AA: hahaha, wow. it sucks 2 be yellow.

SA: Oh no, I talk this way for a different reason.

SA: anyways.

SA: I feel very strange amongst all of you, but it's nice.

SA: I'm sorry i am an oddity.

AA: dnw, dnw. yrn qt. AA: we will teach you ourn ways.

ID: yellows are just warm enough to have psi, just cold enough to live long enough to fuck with. it's their curse.

ID: we're all odd in our own ways! sip feeds worms her blood for instance.

ID: i'm odd in how damn perfect i am in every way.

AA: hads wearns tatts like a clown. AA: which is obvs pernf nornm.

SA: ...worms.

AA: omggg, no, not you, too.

SA: Alright.

AA: it's usefuuuuul.

ID: i don't look like a clown stfu.

AA: you stfu.

SA: friends, no.

ID: do clowns paint their torso?

AA: sa, yrn learning, so i'm not gonna tell Y O U to stfu. AA: but also, like, they'rne not W O RN M S, they arne cool parnasite body tech.

AA: and y, y, the dedicated ones do. >:}

ID: they're more leeches than worms.

SA: like biotechnology?

AA: yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

SA: I see.

SA: is it experimental?

ID: clowns are just stealing my fashion. =:'(

ID: she grows them out back of a pizza joint.

ID: so.

SA: what

AA: n, it's offish.

AA: and i do noooooot. AA: gausia's a goddan liarn.

AA: goddan.

AA: G O D D A M N.

ID: more high still than i thought.

SS: (Scuse you, XD, xt's totes a coffee joxnt.)

ID: oh hey lal. you missed sip being a high fool.

SS: (Omfg)

SS: (Why xs lxfe so terrxble?)

SS: (Someone xnvent txme travel, pls, X gotta get xn on that mess. (\qnq/) )

ID: it wasn't that funny, don't worry.

ID: just go backread.

ID: live vicariously and shit.

SS: (Was xt, lxke, bad funny?) SS: (Cos xf xt was bad funny X'ma up and feel lxke a proper dxck.)

AA: SA. SAAAAAA.

ID: no it wasn't that bad.

AA: pls tell me yrn not one of these dornks clutching theirn pearnls overn honey.

ID: like. the worst that happened was her almost getting on a whale.

ID: he probably doesn't even know what honey is!

SA: excuse me?

SA: I know what honey is.

SA: thank you.

SS: (Yeah, it's what you put in your tea. (\eue/) )

ID: are you against mind honey tea then?

SS: (Also, wtf, Sipa, where'd you get honey??) SS: (And why wasn't it at Miss Taylor's totes lovely and upstanding cafe?)

SA: I do not touch mind honey or sopor. My inhibitor would react very badly to it.

SA: I have no intention of rotting my psionics for a temprorary change.

ID: inhibitor.

SA: please ignore that statement.

SA: I have explained enough.

SA: regardless, it is bad.

ID: not ignoring it, but i won't push further!

SS: (Sounds like baggage, pal!)

SS: (Can't go askin bout that or we're all gonna hafta get sappy in here.)

SA: baggage implies i am bothered.

SA: but i've already told Hadean and Pheres my life story.

SA: and I have been here for less than 24 hours.

SS: (Damn, apparently I'm missin out on all the good convos!)

ID: sorry lal. too busy working? or partying?

AA: what whaaat.

AA: you told phern yrn life storny.

SA: your only solution is to now be here for every waking moment.

AA: but you wouldn't even gimme like, yrn militarny fighting deets?

ID: yeah me and pher got the whole thinggg.

AA: i am qqing. fight me, you fuckwaffle. >:{

SA: i was in the military, that's enough ...

SA: "deets"

SS: (Too busy makin a livin like the totes upstanding citizen I am!) SS: (Also I dared some chick to go out and stare at the meteor to see if her ganderbulbs fall out and I had ta film that.)

SA: that is terrible an unscientific.

AA: also, nobody wants queenie's mindhoney, lal. AA: idefk what yrn bees arne eating, but it's grnoss.

SS: (Wtf, dude, rude.)

ID: queenie.

AA: queenie!!

ID: =:?

AA: why arne we >:?-nig.

SS: (Maybe it's just the weirdo druggie that's effin it up, no need to up and get shirty bout the big lady.)

ID: what's a queenie.

SS: (Gotta uphold the jade solidarity here!)

AA: ... lmfao, y, rnight. yrn ternrnrifying big lady. AA: 'kay, like, yrn crneepy cafe honey, how's that.

SA: ... are you all drug addicts?

AA: oh my god.

ID: i'm not.

AA: you A RN E clutching yrn pearnls.

SS: (Hey, pal, if I could afford that ish I wouldn't be workin customer service.)

AA: >:{

ID: my psi don't really mix well with drugs so.

SS: (Also, I'm p sure it wouldn't do jack to me, on accounta the lack of sparks.)

AA: it just makes you chill the fuck out, dude.

SS: (Ah, yes, exactly what I need.)

SS: (Brb gettin my fifth coffee.)

SS: (So I can survive this shift.)

ID: no wonder lal has zero chill.

SS: (It's a coping mechanism, I'm v sensitive about it. (\qnq/) )

SA: caffiene is also

SA: a drug.

SS: (Don't make fun of me or I'll cry.)

ID: it sure is.

SS: (And then we're both gonna be feelin the awks.)

SS: (And damn, pal, really?)

SS: (Totes didn't know that!)

SS: (Please tell me more.)

SA: ... I can't tell if you are being facetious or not.

ID: prisma that was sarcasm.

SS: (Get educational up in here!)

ID: don't.

SA: I-- alright.

SS: ( (\eue/) )

ID: assume everything out of him is sarcasm.

ID: like. 85 percent of the time.

SS: (I love you, ID.)

SS: (From the bottom of my pusher.)

ID: 💋

SS: (Let's elope.)

ID: fuck no you pop a ring on this finger right now.

ID: and don't get it out of a gumball machine. i'll know.

SS: (And ty, ty, it's 85% sarcasm and 15% crushing honesty that you can't tell from the rest cos otherwise it's exposin emotional vulnerabilities. (\^_^/) )

SA: crushing?

SA: are you two in love?

SS: (Yes.)

ID: remember what i said about sarcasm prisma.

AA: omfg, i look away forn two secs and you ppl arne getting fucking handfasted.

AA: n, it is 100% legit.

AA: they arne making this shit RN E A L.

SS: (Deeply! I'm up and gettin a ring now - d'you think bakery wire twisty things, or just straight up a bagel?)

SS: (I feel like ID would appreciate the bagel.)

SA: you may as well invest in a ring pop.

ID: it better have a stone.

SS: (They're ring-like and edible!)

ID: ...get a ring pop.

SA: I need to lie down, this is too much.

ID: what quad is this.

SS: (I got raisins, pal. That's, like, at least ten adornments.)

SS: (Uhh)

SA: I feel like i'm watching an episode of troll jerry springer.

ID: aww prisma you were just getting fun.

SS: (ID.) SS: (ID.) SS: (We're gettin hitched and you aint' even in the know about what quad it is???)

AA: go lay down, take a brneathern, don't do mind honey, prnisma.

ID: i want a quad-specific colored ring pop lal.

SS: ( (\qnq/) )

AA: arne you keeping notes on this shit, btw??

SA: I will be more fun after a rest.

SA: goodnight.

ID: i guess if you say so. go take your rest.

AA: latern. >:}

SS: (Tootles!)

AA: hads, wrnite him notes, dude.

SS: (I'm gettin you an effin bagel and you're gonna cherish it on accounta you're the one in this relationship that ain't even clear on our color!)

AA: bc rn poorn chucklehead's drnowning like lal in high watern. >:}

ID: you give me a lot of conflicting messages lal!

ID: sip get in this and ashen for us.

ID: we're too much of a mess on our own.

SS: ( (\qnq/) )

AA: do i get to hit you with a metaphornical club,??

AA: btw my bagel bettern have S P RN I N K L E S.

SS: (My poor pusher has been torn plum in two, pal.)

ID: wow this relationship is turning abusive already.

ID: hush and get the sprinkle donut lal. you know we need this.

SS: (Wow.) SS: (Does that make me the handmaiden in this relationship?)

SS: (Cos I ain't no cheap handmaiden.) SS: (Tips or gtfo.)

ID: my tip is get the bagels or else. =:P

SS: (Help, help, I need an auspistice!) SS: (I'm getting menaced! (\qnq/) )

ID: we are your auspistice.

ID: nerd.

SS: (...) SS: (Help, help, I need an intervention!)

SS: (Also.) SS: (So.) SS: (Fun fact hour.)

SS: (The giant flaming omen of doom in our sky?) SS: (You should totes, like, uh, wear shades or some ish if you're gonne, say, squint at it disbelievingly for upwards of five minutes.)

SS: (On accounta if you don't there are some chances of minimal to extreme visual impairment.)

ID: i mean i'm staying indoors but good to know.

SS: (Cool, cool. Cool. V cool. Good to know. Cool.)

SS: (Also I've gone extra blind.)

SS: (On an unrelated note.)

ID: wait you're blind?

SS: (Like, you think you're really blind? Like really blind, but it turns out you can be way more blind!)

SS: (Yeah, dude, I'm blind mutant cullbait on the run from the authorities!)

SS: (All of that is definitely and totally true.)

SS: (And I definitely don't just wear ocular lenses.)

SS: (Don't report me or I'll get culled!) SS: (We're quads now so you gotta care about that kinda ish. (\unu/) )

ID: uh-huhh.

ID: guess if sip brings you to meet me at the fair i can find out the truth then.

SS: (Whaddaya mean? I just up and told you the truth!) SS: (I'm deffo 100% blind!) SS: (Except 110% blind now, I guess?)

SS: (Look, I didn't do great in math schoolfeeds.)

ID: well if you're blind i can see why.

SS: (Wow, are you discriminatin against my math skills?)

ID: yeppp.

ID: what are you gonna do? =:P

SS: (I'm hurt!) SS: (This is why we need an auspistice!)

ID: well sip has abandoned us.

ID: probably to go hurl.

SS: (Idk, dude, probably stare tearfully at Sipa until she falls victim to the forlorn expression or possibly just gets really annoyed and wants me to stop.)

SS: (LUL)

SS: (RIP Sipa, a mess like 50% of the time I see her.)

ID: what, she almost faint from blood loss in front of you too?

SS: (Nah, but first time I saw her I was like 80% sure she was, like, fresh outta whatevs cool new activity young whippersnappers get up to nowanights, which was, judgin by her face-state, makin out with a meat grinder. (\unu/) )

SS: (Then she threw me over a table, so, like, sympathy gone.)

ID: hahah woowww.

AA: i am not h u rn l i n g.

ID: are you laying down so the world will stop spinning?

AA: omg, do you even know the diff b/w drninking and like AA: taking honey? j/k, rnhetornical q, obvs you do not.

AA: n.

ID: i'm sorry i can't go get drunk and high like all the cool kids!

AA: i am in my coon, bc i totes wanna ese if this phone's gonna surnvive soporn. AA: surnvival of the ifttest, ectect.

SS: (It's cool, pal, you can sit with me in the peanut gallery! We got noisemakers and the ability to flee faster than the irate stoners.)

ID: about damn time you got in the coon.

AA: also, lmao, lal, stfu. AA: yrn the only one being inapprnoprniate w/ electrnonics, 'kay. >:}

SS: (Woooow, wtfs that supposed to mean?) SS: (My love with the coffee maker is pure and platonic.)

ID: uh-huh. you coffee-drugee.

SS: (We're holdin off till handfasting.)

SS: (She takes care of me!)

ID: i don't get that either so i get my own gallery!

SS: (Unlike some of my other quads. (\qnq/) )

ID: cry me a river. =:P

SS: (Only if you build me a bridge so I can up and get over it. (\qnq/) )

ID: i'll build you a bridge to jump off of.

AA: hey, hey, none of that.

AA: eithern you P U S H H I M like a prnopern quad orn you gtfo.

ID: ughh, fiiine.

SS: (See!) SS: (At least someone knows how to up and treat me right.)

ID: boo hoo. you never treat me right.

SS: (I'm gettin you a bagel! With raisins!)

ID: i wanted a ring pop. =:'(

SS: (Well, maybe you shoulda paid more attention to the nature of our relationship, then. (\qnq/) )

ID: just admit you're too poor for a ring pop.

SS: (I'm deffo too broke for a ring pop, pal.) SS: (That ish means I gotta shell out for whatevs I'd've been gettin paid over the break time it'd take to go down to the grocery! (\qnq/) )

ID: see, you're never honest with me. this is why we need an ashen. =:'(

AA: boop.

AA: and all that. >:}

ID: sip tell lal not to be a dirty liar. =:'(

SS: (Maybe Hads is right.) SS: (Maybe I've been the weak link all along!)

SS: (Maybe I ain't the kinda guy what belogs with a person, proper-like.)

SS: (A lone howlbeast!)

AA: idk, dude, mb you do totes belogs with ppl. AA: as long as yrn not skipping leg day. >:P

ID: lal skips like. all days.

ID: i assume.

AA: and nnnnnn. that's who he I S, hads. like, an itsy bitsy bundle of totaol hoobeast shit. AA: brnoke hoofbeast shit.

AA: prnobs. hey, look, that means you both match. >:}

ID: i have psi. does he?

SS: (Leg day's erryday!) SS: (Goin' round deliverin coffee to table's a workout, right??)

SS: (And damn straight I got psi!)

SS: (My power's, uh, bein incredibly attractive to every one around me.)

ID: wow, guess i'm suddenly immune to psionics.

SS: (See, this is why we got relationship problems.)

SS: (You just don't believe in me.)

AA: arne oyu saying emo goths ain't yrn swoon maternial, hads? AA: this is why ourn ash is crnumbling, btw.

AA: all of these failed expectations. >:"[

ID: ahahah is he really an emo goth.

AA: y!

AA: oh my god, y.

ID: lame.

SA: lone wolves are actually almost certain to encounter death or starvation if they are unable to locate a new pack.

SS: (Omg, I am not!)

SS: (I'm an emo nerd!)

SS: (Get it right.)

ID: heyyy prisma have a good nap or whatever?

AA: he wearns white lenses in his eyes to look hella goth.

AA: just sayin'.

SA: Yes. I took some medicine and I feel much better.

ID: medicine? =:?

SA: ...yes.

SS: (Look, we can't go out tellin the emos that kinda ish, Sipa, or I'ma lose my cred.)

AA: and omg. good. >:} AA: can't have you getting too tirned to learn, dude.

SS: (Wow, now who's the drug addict?)

SS: (Actually, tho, that sounds sketch af.)

AA: lmfao.

ID: you're all addicts and i'm judging you all.

SS: (In the 'somethin's wrong w/ you' sense.)

AA: oh, stfu, he ain't cullbait. AA: he's prnobs just talkin', like, booze.

SA: an addiction implies i require medication. I do not require medication.

SA: It just helped my headache.

ID: he's not cullbait, he's highblood raised psi.

SA: ...Do you not know what medicine is.

AA: y, exactly.

SS: (Pal, I ain't the one what said cullbait!) SS: (Twixt the dampeners and ish, I was figurin he's some top secret military psi weapon or some ish.)

AA: n, he ain't fancy enough forn that, soz.

ID: fun fact prisma, most of us poor folks can't afford medicine.

SA: not anymore, if that's comforting.

SA: oh.

SS: (Meds're what you take to get buzzed, right?)

SA: I am sorry.

SS: (Like honey's for chill, meds are for buzz.)

SA: Ideally no but i suppose in your life, yes.

ID: it's fine for me because getting sick is for nerds.

AA: getting sick I S forn nernds.

SS: (See?) SS: (I'm glad we established I retain nerd cred.)

ID: says the troll soaking in her coon with a panache.

SA: who, AA?

ID: yes.

SA: Maybe you should drink water.

SA: dehydration cuases headaches.

ID: i already told her that.

SA: being high could cause that.

SA: See.

SA: I appreciate you more.

ID: so prisma, are you allowed to send pics of yourself? let us see your mug!

AA: oh, hush, it ain't bc i took honey. AA: what'rne you ppl, my lusus? >:P bc i got one alrneady.

AA: it's bc we have a fuck-huge meteorn fucking up evernything outside.

AA: duuuuuuh.

ID: uh-huh.

SS: (I mean, that's deffo why I'm laid out!)

SA: I do not know how to send photos on this platform. Which mug would you like, the kitty one or the chic one?

SS: (Totes credible, imo. (\unu/) )

AA: the chick one!!

AA: see, lal suppornts me.

AA: this is why lal's getting a rnide on murdernrnoad.

ID: your face i meant sa.

SA: I'm alarmed for both of you.

SS: (Deffo chicks.) SS: (I am totes not sayin that to get on Sipa's good side.)

ID: mug means face.

AA: _totes_ not. >:}

SS: ( (\uwu/) )

SA has attached SupposedlyaMug.png

SS: (Totes a mug!)

SS: (Probs.)

SS: (As previously mentioned: am currently extra blind!)

ID: huh you're kinda pretty. congrats.

SS: (It's a v nice lookin blur.)

SS: (I defer to Hadean's judgy nature.)

SA: thank you.

SA: I'm sorry, SS.

SA: I'm rather angular and have a hipster haircut, if that helps.

SA: What do you all look like?

ID: don't be sorry prisma, dumbass stared at the meteor.

SS: (Super hot!)

ID: one sec let me put a shirt on.

SS: (The meteor, I mean.) SS: (But also me, deffo.)

SS: (Eyyyy, selfie time!)

SA: You should get sunglasses at the next opportunity.

AA: lmao. AA: congrnats, prnisma, yrn waaaay less nerndy than anyone else.

AA: like the rning.

SS: (I got shades! I just wanted to get, like, a proper good look. (\unu/) )

SS: (Ain't my fault the sky is evil.)

SA: I thought nerds wore sweatervests. isn't that the stereotype

AA: shades don't do shiiiit. it's brmoght af.

AA: y. these two arne nothing but sweaternvests.

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SS has sent TellMeImPrerry.png!

SA: what is that... sphere.

AA: omg, wait, do I gotta get up to take a selfie. >:{

ID: it's a horn.

SA: Yes, AA.

SA: I will not tell you you are pretty. The hair color is unique, though.

ID: lal you fucking edgelord.

SS: (I ain't the one with a fuckin - is that a floatin horn or is your rack just effed up?)

ID: i can tell you're blind by your hair styling.

ID: yes it's a floating horn. deal with it.

SS: (Wow, rude!) SS: (It's that way naturally.) SS: (Ain't touched dye in my life. (\eue/) )

AA: dnw, lal, I totes think yrn a prnetty prnincess. AA: even if you style yrn headfluff in the darnk. >:}

ID: i meant the style not the color.

ID: the... spiky mullet look.

SS: (At least someone loves me.)

SS: (I call it 'just spent 14 hours working' chic, pal!)

SA: You can also reduce it to I worked a more reasonable 8 hours chic by using a hairbrush.

ID: just let it get long enough to braid.

ID: braids fix everything.

SA: no.

SS: (Oh, damn, we got some strong fashion opinions in here?)

AA has attached SUP.JPEG.

SS: (Eyyyy, my fav cave goblin!)

AA: brnaids totes fix evernything. >:}

SA: What... are you in.

SA: Are you alright?

AA: a wornm. duh.

SA: You've been eaten?

SS: (She's gettin eaten by a sandworm, yeah.)

ID: a coon. you a fellow non-cooner prisma?

SS: (It's been an ongoing thing, pal.)

SS: (Keep up!)

SA: I take medicine to allievate psionic nightmares. I do not use a... worm.

ID: pshhh. just use nothing. like me. it's fine.

SS: (^^^^^)

SA: I have to disagree.

SA: For me, at least.

AA: wait wtf.

SS: (Saves caegars, too!)

AA: don't sleep drny, holy shit.

AA: at least use, like, a soporn patch.

SS: (Sopor patches are for the weak!)

ID: what part of drugs don't work don't you understand. =:I

ID: did i say every drug but sopor is okay.

AA: >:{

AA: soporn isn't even a fucking drnug, dude.

SA: 😂

AA: wtf is up w/ yrn psi??

ID: my psi just fucks with how my body. absorbs shit. or whatever.

ID: i'm not a nerd i don't know the fancy words.

SA: I thought it acted like a drug if ingested, AA.

AA: that's why i said get a patch, duh.

SA: So it is a drug.

SS: (Wtf's even your def of drugs, here, pal?) SS: (You delete vitamin C, or only ish that your schoolfeeds tell you you ain't supposed to be on??) SS: (There any brand loyalty, here? Like, trollbuprofen only, or trollvil, too?)

AA: omggg, it ain't a drnug. no morne than, like, idefk.

AA: you think sugarn's a drnug??

ID: i mean i burn through sugar quick i think?

ID: why the fuck do you think i eat so much.

SA: I don't know if you're dragging me or Hadean.

AA: both!

SA: sugar does influence the mind, yes.

SA: But i don't know if the response is as acute as hard drugs or caffeine.

ID: you can go through sugar withdrawals can't you?

SA: Is your psionic metabolism based?

SA: I believe so, yes.

ID: it's not- i dunno. i'm complicated.

ID: all i know is that my psi messes with my body a lot.

AA: >:\

AA: you should know wtf yrn psi does, dude.

AA: also, wtf have you eaten today except, like, snacks and shit.

ID: snacks.

ID: more snacks.

AA: gimme yrn coornds.

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AA: i am sending you, like, T W O pizzas. AA: but they'rne gonna be, like, fish. bc you suck.

ID: =:'(

ID: i don't suck, i got you to not go on a whale.

SA: What is the point of sending them something they may not eat.

ID: oh i'll fucking eat it.

AA: ofc he's gonna eat it.

AA: i could send him, idefk, curnrny banana pasta pizza and he'd eat it.

AA: and then be like 'i'm hungrnyyyyyyy.'

SA: pineapple.

AA: he'll eat that too, dude.

ID: =:( i'm always hungry. protip.

AA: n/m, making one fish and pineapples.

SA: that's disgusting.

ID: =:( =:( =:(

ID: siiipppp.

ID: i want meat loverssss.

ID: it has more calories.

ID: delicious delicious calories.

SA: that is also disgusting.

SA: Pizza makes me sad.

AA: meat is grnosssss.

ID: meat is delicious.

AA: but 'kay, w/e, w/e. AA: you want yrn grnoss rnancid hoofbeast flesh, you get it, b/c, like, you D I D fuss abt whales.

AA: which i wasn't gettin' on.

AA: but that was hilarnious.

AA: wtf you got against pizza, prnisma??

ID: =>:I

AA: that's prnimetime lowblood exp rnight therne.

ID: prisma just needs to have a good pizza.

AA: ......... prnisma gimme yrn coornds.

SA: I'd rather not.

ID: try it prismaaa.

ID: and if you don't like it send it to me.

AA: you nevern give me any of yrn deets. >:'{

SA has sent LoftAddress.txt

SA: fine. Do with what you wish.

ID: a loft, that sounds fancy.

SA: would you like to see it?

ID: yes, pp.

SA has sent Studio.png

ID: what the fuckkkkk.

ID: that's fancy as shit.

AA: why's it in all white?

AA: arne you anothern goth nernd? am i like, the only one herne frnee of the gothplague?

AA: bc, lame. also, sent you a pizza.

invertedDissident has sent hotelroom.png!

SS: (Omg, is it 'show and tell' night?)

AA: ... why is yrn trnap next to yrn bed??

SS: (Showin off everyone's blocks?)

ID: i dunno.

AA: also, holy shit, phernes would fucking murndern you forn that.

AA: and y. y. it is.

AA: i ain't showing off mine. but you shoyuld totes pp.

SA: My what?

ID: man you are sheltered prisma.

ID: which words confused you.

SA: that is very. unique carpet.

SA: trap?

SA: I don't have a trap.

ID: tub!

LL: (Nah, pal, I'll join you in lack of pix!) LL: (Your company is a balm to my isolation woes on accounta I ain't got a place.)

AA: ablution trnap.

AA: it's - y. the thing you bathe in.

AA: orn fucking swim, in hads case.

ID: i am so well versed in the highblood terms. i'll be your guide.

AA: also, stfu, lal, you totes got a place.

ID: that trap is a damned blessing okay.

AA: undern a rnock. in the desernt.

AA: ain't that wherne you found yrn jade brno? >:}

SA: It's a glass wall.

SA: Not my bathroom.

SA: My bathroom is in a separate room.

SS: (Right, totes, forgot about that one!) SS: (Got myself an underground stone mansion and ish!)

SA: I use a shower, not a bathtub.

ID: well you're missing out.

SS: (S'got a seaside view on accounta it's built into a cliff!)

SA: that sounds lovely, SS.

AA: shit, and herne i am, living off a fucking bike.

AA: i am U P S T A G E D. >:}

SA: But what about your worm?

ID: the coon is just a coon prisma.

SA: yes, but I find worm to be more comedic to say.

ID: it's part of the rented room.

AA: wornm is totes morne comedic to say. points2you, clownbb, yrn learning. >:}

AA: y/y/y, it's parnt of the rnoom.

AA: you can't trnavel with wornms unless they'rne on you. shit's 2big.

ID: luckily sip keepts her leeches on her.

AA: keepts.

AA: that's lowblood slang too, prnisma. >:}

ID: also thanks for the food sip.

SA: I hope you keepts trying to make me believe you're serious witht hat face

SA: 🙃

AA: i hate everny single one of yrn hornrnible, hornrnible smileys, jsyk.

AA: >:}

ID: ohh man i did not know there was an upside down one.

ID: upside down is my jam.

ID: 🙃

SA: I love the emojis.

SA: 😊

SA: AA, what do you do for a living?

SA: I can't figure it out.

ID: protip prisma, the best way to eat pizza is with two pieces on top of each other for maximum pizza.

ID: aa fights in pits for cash.

ID: i'm told she's famous. but i have my doubts!

ID: i have yet to see a wriggler wearing a shirt with her face on it.

ID: which is the true benchmark of fame.

SA: ...Please, no, Hadean.

SA: A pit fighter...

SA: i suppose that would explain the biotechnology.

AA: wow, rnude. AA: i don't lits fight in pits.

ID: eww rhyming.

AA: that was when i was a pupa. >:} AA: now it's, like, all stages, all the time.

AA: stfuuuu.

ID: still, no wriggler shirts with your face on them. what's up with that.

SA: Do you make a lot doing that?

AA: wtf would they have my face on 'em, when they can have my sweet symbol instead? >:}

AA: and y!

AA: wait, shit. depends on whom i'm tussling w/.

AA: i made mad bux on mui. totes wornth it.

SA: I see. I'm glad it works out for you.

ID: what do you do prisma? if not. clown shit.

SA: I work for a number of mafias to collect information and perform assassinations.

SA: I'm joking.

SA: It's hard to tell.

AA: lmfao.

AA: A R N E you joking??

AA: bc that's totes what a mob killern W O U L D say.

SA: I'm a freelancer. I sell out my psionics to the highest bidder.

AA: hahaha, shit. AA: hope yrn carneful doing that, dude, bc that sounds like prnimetime way to end up in someone's basement.

ID: so. possibly selling to mafias.

ID: or in a helmscolumn or some shit.

SA: I cannot be bound permanently to a helmship, so I am not worried.

ID: haha what.

SA: I don't think anyone would put me in a basement.

SA: Actually, I find people for other people, most of the time.

SA: that's what i did in the military.

SA My clairvoyance let me locate spies or missing colony trolls.

ID: people for people to do what with?

AA: wait, how old arne you?

AA: arne you a geezern?

ID: 10 he said?

ID: 10?

SA: Yes.

SA: I don't know what they do with my targets.

SA: What they wish, I suppose

SA: They are not transparent about why they want the person. Just that they will give me a large sum to find them.

ID: wooowww. promise not to go turncoat on us if someone offers you cash for us prisma.

ID: =>:P

SA: I don't think anyone will.

ID: but if they do, refuse!

SA: But I've been doing it less. My medicine is too expensive to afford now. So I have no reason to continue earning money except to pay my apartment rent.

SA: AA, to answer your question more accurately, i was raised to do this since i was young.

SA: I did not start at a conventional exile age.

ID: so do you need the medicine after you use psi...?

AA: huh.

SA: will you both be exiled, or are you renegades?

SA: the medicine works with the inhibitor.

AA: hahahaha.

SA: My psionics are broken. they were surgically altered.

AA: wow, totes not answerning that. >:}

ID: i'm telling you, they keep snatching wrigglers younger and younger.

ID: ^^^^

ID: oh hey sip, psionic surgery. that's like. your jam?

ID: what'd they do to you?

AA: what?

AA: hahaha, why would you say that's my jam. >:}

SA: perhaps because of the biotech?

SA: that seems like a good enough assumption.

ID: because you're a psionics nerd.

ID: like they crammed biotech in you to. do what to your psi?

AA: what, yrn inhibitorn's biotech, prnisma??

AA: idgi. i am lost in this convo.

SA: It isn't biotech, rather, it is grafted to me and relies on a number of injections to operate correctly.

SA: when i was... placed on planet, I wasn't given any injections. The idea was that i would go into a withdrawal and slowly shut down.

SA: they were wrong.

SS: (Wtf, that's nutty!) SS: (What kinda injections?)

SA: anyways, it controls my psionics and prevents me from using them above their most basic degree.

SA: However, I am also a very strong psion.

SA: Hormones, usually. But also sedatives.

LL: (Huh!)

AA: huh.

SA sends Inhibitor.png

LL: (Grafted, like, cybertech?)

AA: .. omfggg. AA: that's so cool.

AA: how deep does that go?

AA: like, 'kay, that looks like it's embedded p farn. AA: does that connect dirnectly to yrn nernvous system?

ID: eghhh warn a guy next time.

AA: wait, shit, how low does it go?

SA: between my shoulder baldes.

AA: chillax, hads.

SA: I am sorry, Hadean.

LL: (Holy hells, pal, that's hella extra.)

AA: want me to msg you when we'rne done talking helm shit?

SA: Extra?

ID: yeah that'd be great, thanks.

LL: (Like, that ain't normal inhibitor ish.)

AA: y/y/y/y. go see if yrn pizza's in!

LL: (Oh, shit.)

LL: (Soz, pal.)

SA: Are they squeamish?

AA: he's helmbait, dude. >:} doesn't bug me none, but, like, give a rnust some warning beforne you starnt posting, yyy??

LL: (I mean, it ain't like a guy's liable to get all pleased-like about seein that kinda tech on a body regular-like!) LL: (Sipa and I're just nerds and neither likely to up and get one a'those installed.)

LL: (Ain't like I'd be too pleased with your effin biopsy pix or nothin, neither.)

SA: Oh, I didn't know. I apologize. I am not used to the idea.

SA: I didn't have it installed on purpose. They put it on when I was in training. To make me more malleable.

SA: I don't know what life was like without it, really.

SA: So it comes naturally to me to treat it like a tattoo.

SS: (Real spiky tattoo, there, pal!)

AA: hahaha, wooow.

AA: goddamn, it sucks to be yellow. >:}

SA: I am closer to a cusp, don't worry.

SA: I don't think all yellows experience this.

SA: But I was also with a number of castes. Some of them were red. My partner was orange.

SA: roommate?

SA: something.

SS: (Idk, pal, if I just got a weirdo tat and they paid me that many caegars, I'd take it!)

AA: lmfao, n, but yrn waaaay morne likely to get plucked up forn this hoofbeastshit. AA: rniccin's got shit like that in hern, too. >:P

SS: (Just knock me out for the busy part and I'm down.)

SA: R..iccin?

AA: lame-ass gangleclown with pornts.

SA: Oh. I would like to meet them

AA: anyway. >:} laaaaaal. AA: does that mean you'll totes let me prnactic-- lmao no.

SS: (They put ports and ish on clowns, now? That ain't part of my schoolfeeds!)

AA: omfg, she's yellow, dornklornd. AA: just, like, clowny.

SA: I said like a tattoo, not that it is one. It's much more painful in practice.

SS: (Pal, I said I gotta be out for the key bits, not that I wanna lay around and get eaten by worms for #science.)

SA: Recovery takes a while.

SA: and you have to move.

SA: welcome to hell, SS.

SS: (Wtf's a yellow clown?)

SA: clown is an adjective, in this case, not a noun.

AA: maaaaan, you two arne dourn as fuck.

SS: (Nah, I think the actual def's "a meme.")

SS: (Excuse you, I am downright up and peppy 'bout this new moneymaking op I just found!)

SA: well do you have psionics

SS: (Hook me up, SA, I want a pile a caegars!)

SS: (Does bein tragically handsome count?)

AA: dude, he alrneady saw yrn pic. >:}

SS: (Yeah, and, iirc, he was like 'swoon! Laledy! You're amazing!'!)

SA: and are you willing to be exposed to excruciating experiments and tests that often include competing violently with your peers in a closed space as well as live combat in the real military.

SA: if so, then I can write them.

SA: hah

SA: ha.

SA: I'm not allowed to contact them anymore, actually. It was a funny.

SS: (Uhhh.) SS: (Is it, like, a 'if you've done it you don't gotta do it again' thing, or like a 'you gotta do it regardless if you sign up' thing?)

SA: I was not.

SS: (Also, I suck at combat.)

SA: SS Is not that attractive.

SS: (Sipa can do that bit for me.)

SS: (Wow, now you're up and hurtin my feelings! (\qnq/) )

SA: let's talk about something nice.

SA: I'm sorry. I will not lie to help you feel better.

SA: I said your hair was alright, though.

SS: (That mean you're telling the proper truth bout being sorry, tho? (\eue/) )

SA: Yes.

SS: (It's cool, tho, pal, we can't all have decent taste. (\unu/) )

AA: prnisma, stop being a bulgemunch orn else I'm gonna shove yrn pizza up yrn chute. >:} AA: let's talk nicern shit, y. like how rnad dyed hairn is.

SA: That isn't how chutes work.

AA: not the moss look, obvs. AA: but --

SA: Is your hair dyed?

SS: (Wait, wtf, what is this, a pizza party?)

SA: would you like pizza?

AA: they totally COULD wornk that way.

SA: AA tried to send me some.

AA: y, it is.

SA: Chutes go down.

SA: things exit through shoots.

SA: chutes.

SS: ("Tried"?)

SA: 😩

AA: that's why I gotta S H Ö V E it, jfc, trny to keep up. >:}

AA: trnied??

SA: I remmeber there being a threat.

SS: (She ain't wrong! If it ain't meant to go up, gotta do some shovin to make it go!)

SS: (Wtf, SA, if you don't want your pizza I am down to take it.)

SA: please.

SS: (Ain't no sense in wastin dec food!)

SA: what is your address.

SS: (Ain't you seen earlier, I ain't got one!)

SA: ...that's horrible.

SA: I'm sad now

SS: (Wtf, why're you sad?)

SA: because it is sad.

AA: omfg, sa, fuck off. this is my pizza parnty!!

SS: (You ain't the one lackin a hive, it's all good.)

ID: send me all pizza. mine is like. gone.

SS: (Maybe I want a pizza from SA! To make up from callin me ugly.)

AA: what, is my pizza too good forn you now?? rnude.

AA: also wtf it is not.

SA: Pizza only costs $20. Just tell me where it needs to go.

AA: did you chug it??

ID: aww prisma, we don't call trolls ugly. we call them unfortunate.

ID: i had to, half of it was garbage. =:I

AA: y. like tatsface herne. >:P

ID: and then i'd follow it with good pizza.

AA: told you meatloverns was grnoss.

invertedDissident has sent sendpizzahereprisma.txt!

ID: meat lovers is the best and fish is awful.

AA: >:0

AA: wtf is this betrnayal??

SA: Is that where SS is?

ID: ...if by ss you mean me.

AA: n, stfuuu, you don't get ss's coornds. AA: laaaaal.

SA: I can send you pizza too. It isn't very expensive.

SS: (Tay's cafe, Port Mina side!)

SS: (Also wtf kinda pizza's 20.)

ID: prisma doesn't know where that is lal.

AA: arne you at Taylo-- yyyyyyy, good.

ID: betcha.

SS: (That's, like, three pizzas.)

AA: I'm sending one!!

SA: ...Oh.

SS: (You can troll google it!)

SA: I must... be ordering at the wrong place.

ID: i want to try a twenty caegar pizza, send it here.

SA: I'm orderinig. I will return shortly.

SS: (It's got, like, a whole wiki page on accounta lookin like a giant teapot.)

ID: lolwhat.

SS: (Also omfg wait am I getting two pizzas or does Sipa win my pusher?)

ID: always push for two lal.

AA: yeah, how many fucking pizzas do I gotta send to win??

ID: make them fight for the honor.

SS: (3!)

ID: thatta boy.

SS: (I'm takin lessons, apparently!)

AA: do I get yrn bod forn science aftern you explode, tho.

SS: (Also Tay totes has a fridge she, like, never uses and I can heat it up for later.)

SS: (Suck it, stale pastry week.)

AA: lmao.

SS: (Dude, you can have my scattered entrails and the pizza that's gonna be pouring outta that mess like a real fucked up pinata.)

ID: make sure it isn't fucking. fish and pineapple.

ID: that's the worst thing i've eaten in a long time.

SS: (Idk, I ain't never eaten fish.)

SS: (Or pineapple?)

AA: y, good, I'll totes send thrnee (3) fish pizzas.

SS: (Fucking RIP.)

AA: ... with pineapple.

ID: imagine salty slime paired with sweet fruit.

ID: on a pizza.

AA: gotta brnoaden yrn hornizons, dude.

SS: (It's cool, I still got whatevs SA is sending to actually eat.)

SS: ( (\unu/) )

AA: also, panache offic pandrnill.

AA: so I'm outies.

SS: (Remember to chug the sopor!)

AA: pp if you explode. >:}

ID: night sip. thanks for the one good pizza.

ID: fuck you for making me eat the other one.

SS: (I'll set up an autocamera to go off if I go all Outlast, sure.)

AA: yy np.

VV: ♚ ~ Hello, Hello all

ID: hiya new rust i don't think i've met before.

SA: I didn't know what to order so I sent cheese and supreme.

SA: I hope this was acceptable.

SA: hello, small crown.

VV: ♚ ~ Perdia Averic, pleased to make your acquaintince~

SS: (IDK wtf a supreme is but it sounds like a lotta food, so: A+, gold star!)

ID: that sounds pretty damn acceptable.

SA: Oh. thank yuo.

VV: ♚ ~ Small crown...you could say more like a crown for a princess!

SS: (Totes forgive you for the time you declared me hideous in public.)

ID: hadean dauths.

ID: first rust princess i've ever heard of.

SA: little princess.

VV: ♚ ~And likely to be the only! I'd treasure it really hehe. I kid! of course. VV: ♚ ~ I rather like little princess, you may call me that as well...mm I have no one's name how unfortunate 😦 Albeit I am curious as to what could lead to calling another hideous in public as well! Such animosity.

IA: A princess?

ID: prisma- sa- is just a lil blunt.

SA: SS is mediocre looking, but they are deeply offended by me not dropping head over heels for them.

SA: that's all

ID: see? blunt.

SA: Yes.

ID: do i rate about mediocre at least. =:I

VV: ♚ ~ That sounds understandable though, Prisma was it? You can't force true romance !

ID: above. i meant.

SA: Your horn confuses me. But You are pretty enough.

ID: i'll take it.

VV: ♚ ~ I could offer a second opinion if you desire dearest SS!

SA: You can't.

SA: You are right, perdia.

AA: (wait, shit rnate me!!)

SA: I did not like the worms.

SA: 5/10

AA: LMAO

ID: hahahah i'm the prettiest around!

AA: >:'{

ID: wait how come sip got an actual number rating.

ID: also vv i think ss is busy eating.

ID: so they probably absconded.

SA: 7/10

VV: I apologize I'm a ittle unsure of whom I am or am not addressing at the moment. It is exciting to see fresh names regardless!

ID: i'll take a 7.

VV: ♚ ~ I'm so curious about appearences now though. I wish to see the alleged 7!

ID: yeah this place is hella lively.

SA: you should post a selfie too.

SA: as Hadean said

SA: Your mug.

ID: yeah let sa judge your mug.

SA: little princess, i mean.

VV: ♚ ~ Only if you don't refer to it as a mug. That sets a bit of bias for me don't you think? Using such a descriptor...

ID: alright, your face.

ID: prisma is just excited to try out some new slang he learned tonight, forgive him!

VV: ♚ ~ I see, I see! Very well give me just a moment to take a quick little shot perhaps. hehe

VV has posted the picture [A LITTLE PRINCESS.JPEG] to the chat!

MC: oh hey new people

MC: awesome

ID: is that your lusus.

ID: also how old are you even.

AA: i was totes gonna be salty overn hads getting a highern scorne, but holy shit. AA: you arne fucking adornbs, congrnats.

VV: ♚ ~ Hello new arrival!

SA: 9/10

AA: voting forn sa herne, total 9/10. >:}

AA: yesssssssss.

SA: i was getting my sushi, sorry

MR: your lusus isa fluffball MR: cute

VV: ♚ ~ Oh and you really shouldn't ask a lady her age! But no that is a new pet for my dear matesprit, Dolora.

VV: ♚ ~ oh boo not a perfect 10 but I suppose I shall take it 😢

ID: you eat sushi prisma? fancypants. =:P

ID: fine, fine. you just look young.

MR: who athe fuck actually easts sushi MR: why would you want to

ID: prisma is fancy! and don't be mean he's just uneducated in lowblood things.

VV: ♚ ~ Thank you I take great care of my appearence! VV: ♚ ~ Sushi is quite the delicacy~ Why would anyone not want to?

SA: It's good, usually. From the right places.

MR: because rotting fish is gross

SA: i appreciate the defense, Hadean.

ID: it's not usually rotting. i hope.

ID: =:I

SA: Sushi is not rotting fish. it is actually very fresh.

MR: yeah no unsign me aup

VV: ♚ ~ I'd be apt to approach a legislacerator if one was to sell me rotted sushi I think...

ID: just let prisma enjoy his fancy very fresh fish.

MR: what thea fuck has a legaistlacerator got to dow ith rotted sushi

MR: why is it opeing its coat to flash raw fish at you

VV: ♚ ~ Would you not wish to alert one of the law to a horrible crime?

MR: that doesnt explain why theyrea selling raw susishi like some sort of back alley peddler

MR: what thea fuck are they doiagng there MR: wehre did they get all that fish MR: why are their paychecks so shitty that hte ahve to sell rotten sushi to get by MR: wherea are they answers

VV: ♚ ~ My, my someone is rather confused or has sustained a horrible head injury! Are you okay? Do you require assistance?! Oh how horrible to succumd such a tragedy...

VV: ♚ ~ Perhaps the education quality of Alternia has gone down even..oh no....

MR: the only head injury here will be you if you don't drop the condescension

SA has sent Foodies.png

VV: ♚ ~ I'm being very honest. It's horribly upsetting that you're so confused!

MR: it's horribly upasettig that your crowns make me picturea a trollop with way too much makeup

SA: they are a little princess. Let them have this.

VV: ♚ ~ A trollop...

ID: is that stuff really good prisma?

VV: ♚ ~ I can see I'm not very welcome in such a case if that is the impression a dunderheaded delinquent like you is getting such an impression of me.

MR: the truth hurts sweetheart

MR: deal with it

VV: ♚ ~ I do hope you injuries heal quickly 😦

VV: ♚ ~ Tata~

ID: jeesh mr did you just scare that girl away.

ID: was it because she was cuter than you?

MR: her problem not mine

MR: well she's cuter than you

ID: i bet you're an ugly hag. =:P

MR: is that the best yoyu've got

MR: hahahaha

ID: and i'm fine with not being cute. i'd rather be handsome!

SA: Oh-- i rather liked...

MR: nah i think you're pretty adorable

ID: i'm more handsome than that other troll any day of the week.

SA: you're now on my "shitlist", MR.

SA: Yes, it is good, Hadean. I could take you to get some if you live in Provenance.

MR: oooh now i'm scared

MR: whatever will i do

ID: i'm in. cascara. where is provenance.

ID: i travel so. i could always end up there sometime.

SA has sent TrainRouteMap.png

SA: away.

SA: What will you do. 😃

ID: man everyone and their maps.

MR: you could just learn to read them MR: it'll keep you well

ID: i like wandering with no destination in mind. =:P

SA: I assumed this would be the most precise way of showing you the distance.

ID: who knows, maybe i'll pop up some night!

MR: speaking of MR: are you still on for killing that jade guy or what

SA: I would be happy to see your 7/10 face.

ID: not killing. beating him up, yes.

SA: who is getting murdered?

MR: oh yeah MR: honor battle and all that

ID: no murder! i'm beating up a jadeblood at this big nerd fair in cascara.

ID: for money.

Nerd fair?

SA: Nerd...

SA: Should I go.

SA: I could beat someone up too.

ID: and also to beat him up.

ID: if you want! but you need to use an old-timey weapon.

SA: ...are psionics cheating.

ID: they fucking better not be.

SA: then i will use my fists.

SA: I'm joking.

SA: My ropedart.

ID: ropedart?

MR: speakig of the beetleskitter is almost there and i'm going to lose reception MR: you better make this fight good hadean

ID: yeah yeah! get going loser.

WC: ~(I can't believe this chat is still going) WC: ~(I'm not used to them lasting so long!) WC: ~(It's nice (｡≖‿≖) )

ID: oh who are you. what are with all these new faces.

SA: https://www.kungfudirect.com/prodimages/Wushu-Rope-Dart.jpg

SA: Only mine is bound on a retractable wire on my arm, so it recoils and requires less constant motion.

ID: i don't know if that counts as old-timey? but i am not a judge.

SA: Flail?

SA: Hello, WC.

WC: ~(Oh, sorry! Where are my manners) WC: ~(I'm Steamy)

WC: ~(Oooh, is that your weapon? How neat!)

SA: S...steamy.

WC: ~(Yep! ^^)

SA: okay.

WC: ~(You can laugh, if you want)

WC: ~(I know it's silly)

SA: I don't have any more chuckles to offer, unfortunately

SA: I burned them all up being snarky to everyone else earlier.

WC: ~(Oh my!) WC: ~(You must be quite the snarkdemon!)

SA: I am Prisma. It is nice to meet you.

WC: ~(Prisma) WC: ~(That's a nice name)

ID: i mean that was some lowgrade snark prisma i'm sorry.

ID: also i'm hadean.

WC: ~(Hello Hadean!)

SA: I did my best to play nice.

SA: Thank you.

WC: ~(I haven't been in here in a while!) WC: ~(Did I miss anything?)

ID: i don't know how long you've been gone but. probably.

ID: like most of the whole chat is going to the nerd fair in cascada. if you've heard of it.

WC: ~(Nerd fair in....)

WC: ~(Oh! Is THAT what that flyer was for!)

ID: probably.

WC: ~(I saw something about a fair but newsprint makes such a good oil catcher)

WC: ~(So I didn't see much else ლ(╹◡╹ლ))

SA: Do you paint?

WC: ~(Nope! I'm terrible with art haha)

WC: ~(I work with machines)

ID: oh. that makes sense.

ID: uh yeah it's an old-timey reenactment or whatever fair.

WC: ~(But if there's a fair, now I have to go!)

WC: ~(If only to sample the snacks)

SA: Yes, like leg of lamb.

ID: i have been told the snacks are good.

SA: and spinach rock soup.

ID: and giant gobblebeast legs.

WC: ~(Are there any good old timey desserts)

SA: I'm dying.

WC: ~(Please don't die, we just met!)

ID: cakes? i dunno.

WC: ~(Well, I bet it's online!) WC: ~(Let's see....)

SA: Frumenty.

WC: ~(!!!) WC: ~(Oooh there's a pastry booth set up in the square)

WC: ~(I know where I'm spending my night~)

SA: Linzer torte...

ID: there you go.

SA: Oh.

SA: I will have to go there too.

WC: ~(What's a Frumenty?)

SA: old. https://i.ytimg.com/vi/E9LKfr23mCo/maxresdefault.jpg

WC: ~(I'll be happy to share if we run into each other ^^)

ID: instead of sushi buy me dessert prisma. tottesss want pastries.

WC: ~(I hope there's something with strawberries there) WC: ~(Shoot, now I've gone and made myself hungry! >:C)

SA: I would rather buy you creme brulee from somewhere that isn't a strange booth.

SA: Acquire strawberries?

ID: strange booths have some of the best food! but aww, thanks i think.

WC: ~(I would but they're sold out tonight) WC: ~(Strawberries AND my peach yogurt) WC: ~(I'm so mad!)

SA: I don't know how to feel about strange fair booths. Early market booths are good, though.

WC: ~(I'm sure the food is fine!)

WC: ~(Won't know unless you try it, right? ^^)

ID: i'm gonna be a booth babe for one stall selling weapons and antiques and stuff.

ID: so definitely buy his stuff.

SA: a booth... babe...

SA: Is this more slang.

WC: ~(That sounds mildly scandalous but also a great way to sell things) WC: ~(Where is his booth?)

SA: Or an actual occupation.

WC: ~(It's slang ^^)

SA: Also, WC, I suppose i would know if it would poison me before hand.

SA: So I shouldn't worry.

WC: ~(That's the spirit!)

WC: ~(Oh, now I have to get prepared and everything!)

ID: it's a job where i wear a silly outfit and use my body to get people to pay attention to the booth.

ID: i have no idea where it's gonna be. but i'll give you deets when i do.

WC: ~(Please do) WC: ~(I could go for some books and antiques) WC: ~(Does he have any good clothes)

ID: no clue. but he has books and antiques!

WC: ~(For uh) WC: ~(A very broad person about....6 feet? (｡≖‿≖))

WC: ~(Oh!) WC: ~(Then I guess I'll find out!)

ID: for what i assume are reasonable prices!

SA: Oh, so I suppose I will be walking by.

SA: I am sorry, Hadean.

WC: ~(Well, special events tend to price things really high! So reasonabe for the event, I guess)

SA: yes, like boutiques.

ID: c'mon prisma, you have to at least stop and say hiii. and he sells weapons and stuff.

SA: But I don't need those things.

WC: ~(It's still fun to look!)

ID: yeah!

WC: ~(I'll stop by! Why don't you join us?)

ID: who doesn't like old books? =:P

SA: when you said silly outfit and body i assumed it would be a stripper outfit.

SA: to be frank.

WC: ~(The sad and depraved)

WC: ~(Well sometimes that's what it turns into to be fair)

ID: i like to think i will not be in a stripper outfit.

ID: but hey, if i am, it's only as weird as you make it!

SA: I'd bring you a coat, in that case.

SA: I don't want to see your 7/10 and your entire torso.

SA: that would be most unpleasant.

ID: but my torso has tattoos. =:P

SA: But fine, I will go. To. ...Fair.

SA: ...yes, and?

ID: and i'm pretty sure i will not be shirtless! i hope.

ID: unless my outfit is how pheres will get his revenge on me being a jerk.

SA: Oh, is it Pheres's booth?

ID: yes.

WC: ~(It's okay, I see weird things all the time) WC: ~(My matesprit is allergic to shirts)

WC: ~(Well not really but he hates them)

WC: ~(So he doesn't wear them whenever he gets the chance) WC: ~(He also runs around in yoga pants. It's pretty cute!)

WC: ~(Is Pheres always there?)

ID: i think he tries to be?

SA: Yoga pants..

SA: Oh, is that his job:

WC: ~(As long as he's comfortable ^^)

SA: To be a fair craftsman

ID: stretchy pants that usually show off a troll's butt prisma.

SA: My jeans do that on their own.

ID: i think he just sells. not. crafts.

WC: ~(Oh, I'm so excited!)

SA: They don't need to be stretchy when they're made well enough.

ID: not everyone can drop fifty caegars on some pants.

WC: ~(What a discussion to have in front of a lady) WC: ~(Scandal!)

ID: my jeans were like. 2.

ID: hey you brought up yoga pants!

ID: and yoga pants + posteriors is a well known fact.

SA: I wasn't aware there was a boundery defined by identity.

WC: ~(Weeeell if the pants fit ~o^)

SA: I apologize?

WC: ~(What no) WC: ~(I was joking, Prisma)

SA: ...Oh.

ID: you'll get the hang of joking eventually. even the most adept trolls sometimes get confused in the chatroom.

WC: ~(Where are you from?)

SA: outer space.

SA: see that was a better joke.

SA: only it wasn't a joke at all.

SA: ...

ID: liiike i said. you'll. get the hang of it.

ID: eventually.

WC: ~(Well, it would have been a good joke otherwise!) WC: ~(You're doing well!)

SA: I appreciate the encouragement.

SA: where are you from, WC?

WC: ~(From not in outer space!)

WC: ~(But I live central continent, haha) WC: ~(Cascara is only about...6 hours from me by train?)

SA: I see.

SA: That is convenient.

SA: It is very far from Provenance.

WC: ~(Where is Provenance)

WC: ~(I'm not even familiar with that one!)

SA: I do not have the map anymore. But aways.

WC: ~(And you can call me Steamy! It's fine!)

ID: you gonna be able to make it to the fair alright prisma?

SA: Oh. Yes. Steamy.

SA: Yes. I will simply take a train. Or plane.

SA: whichever works.

WC: ~(Are you afraid of heights?) WC: ~(That uh) WC: ~(Aren't space related?)

SA: I am not afraid of anything.

SA: But thank you for the concern. Unless you meant Hadean.

WC: ~(No way!) WC: ~(Really?)

SA: I am incapable of feeling fear.

ID: skywhales work good. if you have them around.

ID: even of like. dying?

SA: I'm too tired to explain.

WC: ~(Skywhales are way overpriced) WC: ~(I just build my own airship)

ID: do you need another nap medicine thing?

ID: oh well let me fucking pull out my airship parts.

WC: ~(It uh....took about 8 sweeps of building but I did it)

SA: My inhibitor also regulates the amount of chemicals I can absorb, much like anti-anxiety medicine prevents absorption of those chemicals.

ID: and i'll get right on it.

SA: So I do not feel anything very strongly.

SA: But yes, I may go lie down. But I'm fhaving faun.

WC: ~(Are you a helm?)

ID: ...that's kinda sucky. go lay down if you need to! the chat is usually fun. you can have more fun another time.

WC: ~(Please do sleep!)

WC: ~(I can ask silly questions later!)

ID: anyways, he isn't a helm. so don't worry about that.

WC: ~(Which is a good thing) WC: ~(But the inhibitor part is a less good thing)

WC: ~(Those are normally put on someone when you want to keep them quiet......)

ID: yeah, but. he seems to be doing alright for himself even with the whole mess, so. not much we can do for him!

ID: unless you know how to remove that shit because i certainly do not.

WC: ~(Either way, he's still welcome to share my desserts at the fair) WC: ~(I'll bring you some at the booth too, maybe!)

WC: ~(Weeell I know how the process works) WC: ~(But it's not a safe one)

CC: No=t necessarily!

CC: I have o=ne, and it's just to= train my psychics.

ID: please do. =:)

SA: please do not. It would render me paralyzed.

WC: ~(Oh! Hello!)

WC: ~(Hence the not a safe one part)

CC: Er! CC: An inhibito=r, I mean. CC: So=rry, I do=n't type to=o= fast.

SA: hello, CC.

ID: okay no paralysis. gotcha.

WC: ~(We much prefer not to leave people permanently damaged) WC: ~(And biotech is not my field of expertise)

CC: Hello=! ／(^ x ^=)＼

ID: does you inhibitor paralyze you if removed cc.

WC: ~(Have we met, CC?)

CC: Um, I do=n't think yo=u can take mine o=ut!

CC: It's kind o=f... in there.

WC: ~(Nor would I try) WC: ~(These hands were not meant to perform surgical operations)

CC: And I do=n't think so=, I'm so=rry!

ID: the amount of trolls in this chat with machinery put in them is alarming.

CC: I mean, I guess it wo=uld paralyze me, since it wo=uld pro=bably mess up my spo=nge pretty bad?

WC: ~(I'm Steamy!) WC: ~(Pleased to meet you!)

CC: I'm Kit! ／(^ x ^=)＼ CC: It's very nice to=o= meet yo=u, to=o=!

WC: ~(None of my parts are machines, luckily)

WC: ~(Aww that's such a cute name!)

CC: Haha, I mean, we're a hi-tech empire!

CC: It's no=t that strange, is it? CC: And, haha, thanks! CC: You=rs is unusual, but very charming!

ID: well yeah, but. jeesh they start putting shit in a troll young now.

SA: it bothers Hadean.

CC: What's yo=ur name, ID? CC: I mean, if yo=u're o=kay with saying so=.

ID: hadean since. it's right there anyways.

CC: O=h! I vo=lunteered, if that's what yo=u mean! CC: I wasn't co=nscripted early - I've been part o=f the lepus pro=gram since I was five!

ID: ...that isn't too comforting.

ID: i think five is a little young to volunteer for. that.

SA: lepus program...

WC: ~(Lepus?) WC: ~(...Oh)

SA: that is interesting. What else?

CC: Um! CC: I mean, I'm happy with it!

CC: ... What else?

SA: or, wait, maybe we should not talk about this.

WC: ~(Well, if you're happy...^^)

ID: well you've got the sunk cost fallacy thing kit.

CC: The what?

ID: but yeahh maybe a better convo.

CC: And, wait, why no=t?

CC: Er

ID: sunken cost fallacy.

CC: I'm so=rry.

CC: I do=n't kno=w what that is.

WC: ~(Ahem) WC: ~(Are you going to this fair thing, Kit?)

CC: O=h, haha, um! CC: I'm no=t sure if I'm invited?

CC: And I do=n't want to= intrude.

ID: 'description: reasoning that further investment is warranted on the fact that the resources already invested will be lost otherwise, not taking into consideration the overall losses involved in the further investment.'

CC: What o=verall lo=sses, tho=ugh?

CC: I think I've o=nly do=ne go=o=d, so= far!

ID: well i mean. what's the end-goal for you? =:?

WC: ~(Well, now you're invited!) WC: ~(I'm trying to get my friends and my matesprit together to go to the fair)

CC: ... So=rry, Steamy, I meant to= ask if yo=u're go=ing! CC: I'm no=t great at trying to= ho=ld two= c=nversatio=ns at o=nce, haha. CC: Thank yo=u, tho=ugh! ／(^ x ^=)＼

WC: ~(And you're welcome to come) WC: ~(I'm sure Gelato will like you)

CC: The end go=al is helping the fleet co=mplete the pro=gram go=als!

WC: ~(I am! I'm reading the site now and it looks very exciting!)

ID: which are...? do i want to know.

CC: Classified! ／(≧ x ≦)＼ CC: I'm really so=rry, I'm no=t allo=wed to= say! CC: I do=n't even kno=w all o=f them, ho=nestly.

CC: But the o=nes I do= kno=w are pretty impo=rtant!

SA: They are usually not innocuous. My program was designed to create imperial hounds.

ID: ah. seems like a fine end goal. =:/

SA: but we can hope it's different for them.

ID: i suppose so, since they seem... happy.

CC: Ho=unds? CC: I'm no=t a barkbeast!

CC: And, I mean

CC: I'm right here... / (´･×･`)＼

SA: hello!

ID: i'm using they as a lack of knowing your gender. not a. you aren't here.

CC: I just meant, yo=u're kind o=f talking abo=ut me like I'm no=t. CC: ... Like uh CC: I'm a he?

WC: ~(Well this chat got heavy all of a sudden!)

ID: he's happy then.

CC: O=h CC: I'm so=rry.

IA: --Oh dear, what have I walked in -on here?

WC: ~(A chat that needs some lightening up!)

SA: My clownfish are very cute tonight

ID: ...clownfish.

SA: they are resting in the anemones.

IA: --Oh! D-o y-ou have cl-ownfish??

ID: oh they're pets.

SA: yes. I have a wall tank for them.

IA: That's s-o exciting!

ID: and not. fish that are clowns. as in seadweller clowns.

SA: what did you think--oh.

WC: ~(What do they look like?)

IA: I kn-ow, my lusus is a cl-ownfish.

SA: no that is not in my job description.

SA: it's also illegal

CC: I kind o=f tho=ught what ID tho=ught!

SA: they are orange and soft and I love them

ID: ...well that's sorta cute.

IA: S-o I ap-ol-ogize, I get excited when I hear ab-out s-ome-one's cl-ownfish.

CC: O=r, Hadean? CC: So=rry, I missed if yo=u said yo=ur name, o=r if that was yo=ur name.

ID: yeah i said it but things were busy so. hadean is right.

ID: id works too but apparently there's a different id.

CC: I kno=w an ID in real life!

IA: SA, h-ow many d-o y-ou have?

WC: ~(The other ID is my matesprit!)

SA: IA, don't apologize. They are cute.

CC: So= I think I'd rather call yo=u Hadean! ／(=⌒x⌒=)＼

ID: so yeah. hadean works out best anyways.

SA: ten.

WC: ~(I just wasn't going to comment ^^)

IA: That's l-ovely!

SA: oh, the yoga pants one. With no shirts.

WC: ~(Yep that's him!)

WC: ~(He's a sweetheart I love him <3)

ID: all i know is he calls people sugargrubs.

SA; that's disgusting.

WC: ~(Oh he does that to everyone)

WC: ~(I don't think I've ever heard him call anyone by their names!)

ID: even you?

WC: ~(I'm grapevine or sugarplum or something more often than not)

CC: O=h, I think that might be the same ID I kno=w? CC: Um! CC: I think I'd better no=t co=me to= the festival with yo=u. CC: I do=n't think he likes me very much.

WC: ~(Huh?) WC: ~(What happened?)

WC: ~(What did he do?)

CC: He didn't do= anything! CC: I just messed up really bad, is all.

WC: ~(Tell me what happened ono)

CC: He was really nice abo=ut it, actually.

CC: I mean, I CC: I'd really rather no=t, I mean, and it's no=t really a big deal, o=r anything, I just

ID: uh maybe shift over to the highblood chat if you wanna have some privacy? not that you have to just.

ID: if you don't want us knowing what you're talking about.

SA: kit, you could come with me to the fair.

SA: oh. I suppose there is one.

CC: It's o=kay, SA, really. CC: I pro=bably do=n't have time anyways, haha! CC: I wo=rk all week.

ID: uh prisma you're a stranger-

ID: prisma do oyu know what stranger danger is.

CC: Besides, I'd rather make friends with peo=ple first befo=re guilting them into= fair invites. / (⁎˃ᆺ˂)＼

SA: I'm an imperially sanctioned stranger.

SA: also no.

IA: --Oh I think I've heard -of this fair. Is nearly every-one g-oing?

WC: ~(It would seem so!)

ID: that makes you even more stranger dangery. =:I

SA: I've never met a stranger that was a threat.

ID: well that makes you a big threat to other strangers.

SA: but you wanted to meet me?

ID: well yeah but i'm immune to stranger danger.

CC: I mean, I think I'm Imperially sanctio=ned, to=o=, kind o=f?

WC: ~(They don't even give you time off?)

CC: O=f co=urse they do=! Just no=t during mo=st o=f the week. CC: And I've been really sick a lo=t recently, so= I do=n't want to= ask fo=r mo=re time o=ff.

CC: I feel bad eno=ugh already fo=r missing so= much time. ／(≧ x ≦)＼

CC: They wo=uldn't even let me co=me in earlier.

WC: ~(How sick were you that they wouldn't even come into work?)

WC: ~(That sounds pretty sick!)

CC: I got a little bit impaled! CC: Which so=unds silly, because ho=w do= yo=u get a little bit impaled, I kno=w, but it really was o=nly a little bit.

WC: ~(What!)

WC: ~(No wonder they wouldn't let you come in!)

WC: ~(That's serious!)

SA: that isn't illness that's a grievous injury

CC: I wo=uldn't call it grievo=us!

ID: like a shoulder impalement?

CC: Yeah!

ID: something small i'm assuming?

CC: Like it was just my sho=ulder.

CC: See, Hadean understands.

CC: It's really no=t that bad.

ID: shoulder impalements are just a pain to deal with.

CC: I'm so=rry, I sho=uldn't have said anything. CC: That's why I just said I was sick, at first, I mean. CC: I keep accidentally making peo=ple unco=mfo=rtable with this.

ID: why should they be uncomfortable? i doubt you impaled yourself on purpose.

TC: Are we !mpal!~g people now? Lemme see.

WC: ~(I'm not uncomfortable, I'm concerned) WC: ~(The military is very physical) WC: ~(Of course they don't want you there while you're physically impaired)

SA: I think bodily harm is a cause of alarm not discomfort.

CC: It wasn't alarming because I knew I'd get better!

CC: And I didn't impale myself.

CC: I think that's a little bit o=utside o=f my skill level!

ID: exactly, so no need to be uncomfortable!

TC: !s th!s m!l!tary story share ~!ght?

TC: Laaaaame

ID: man i hope not because i have no stories to tell.

SA: mine are sad.

SA: training in zero G was fun though.

SA: I'm still sorry about your injury, Kit.

TC: So you're !~ the fleet SA?

TC: What do you do?

TC: Do~'t tell me you do what ! th!~k you do.

CC: Thank yo=u! CC: Yo=u do=n't need to= feel so=rry, tho=ugh. ／(^ x ^=)＼ I'm fine no=w, really!

SA: No. I am ex fleet.

CC: O=h, why did yo=u leave?

SA: Hadean tell me to stop opening my mouth.

CC: Um

ID: prisma no opening your mouth.

TC: Ex fleet? ! d!d~'t th!~k you could leave, ~ot as a yellowblood.

SA: 😰

ID: no more questions this interview is over.

ID: my client has a very busy night, he probably needs that nap he was supposed to take earlier and junk.

TC: Cl!e~t???

ID: i'm now prisma's manager.

SA: i got tea.

SA: does that mean I pay you now?

ID: i mean like i'm going to say no to money but it was mostly a joke.

CC: ... Can I ask a different questio=n?

ID: maybe.

CC: O=r, I mean, I guess I wanted to= ask a questio=n abo=ut Prisma's questio=n! CC: Yo= were asking abo=ut my pro=gram earlier and I was wo=ndering what yo=u meant.

CC: Um CC: If that's alright? / (´･×･`)＼

ID: ...maybe.

CC: ／(≧ x ≦)＼

SA: about your program origins and recruitment.

SA: sorry, I was putting on my. Jammies.

SA: I was raised within my program from hatching. I haven't seen any other programs with implants that weren't built from scratch.

ID: ...jammies.

CC: Haha, I haven't heard anybo=dy call them that in sweeps!

SA: yes, jammies

CC: Well, jammies aside, I guess...

CC: I haven't been part o=f Lepus fro=m hatching? CC: But it's been fo=r a pretty lo=ng time! CC: And I was with a different pro=gram befo=re that, but that was just the peo=ple that wor=k to= help hatch mo=re psio=nic and psychic tro=lls in general.

CC: I vo=lunteered when I was five sweeps, and I guess that was yo=ung eno=ugh to= install everything pretty easy?

ID: gonna be kinda checking out of this convo so prisma type my name if you need me to tell you not to do something.

SA: yes. Alright. Thank you, Hadean.

SA: enjoy the pizza from earlier if you haven't already.

SA: in my program, we were specifically gened that way too.

CC: ...Did I make him unco=mfo=rtable?

SA: but you don't know what the primary purpose I?

SA: Hadean doesn't like. "Helmspeak"

CC: I do=! CC: I'm no=t really allo=wed to= say so=, tho=ugh.

CC: O=h. I'm no=t really a helmsman, tho=ugh?

SA: they are a rust, AA said. So it bothers them.

CC: I do=n't have psi.

SA: hmmm.

CC: I do=n't want to= upset him, tho=ugh.

SA: you don't have psionics but you're in...?

SA: maybe we could talk privately another time.

SA: I have just never met another troll remotely like me.

CC: O=h, um!

CC: I have psychics, which are different?

CC: Sho=uld we talk so=mewhere else?

CC: I feel like I made everyo=ne unco=mfortable. CC: I can leave! I'd rather yo=u be able to= talk with yo=ur friend! ／(^ x ^=)＼

SA: it wasn't your fault. I did the same thing earlier.

AH: They're just a bunch of fucking weenies.

SA: I am unsure of where else we could talk, but I would be happy to receive a PM from you over this. Especially because of your abilities. If you don't mind, that is.

SA: I think it is very scary for most trolls, even if I don't understand it very well outside of specialty programs.

SA: I don't think Hadean is a coward.

ID: yo that's my name.

ID: i am defs not a weenie or coward.

CC: That's o=kay. CC: I kind o=f get the impressio=n I'm abo=ut to= leave so=o=n, anyways. ／(^ x ^||||)＼

CC: And yo=u seem really nice, Hadean.

ID: i mean. i don't know how nice i am but thanks i think.

AH: Okay except Hadean

AH: he's just a doofus

CC: Well, yo=u're really nice to= Prisma! CC: And yo=u'v ebeen friendly to= me.

ID: =:P bite me gliese.

AH: oh tyrian tits no, Empress only knows where you've been

AH: I don't want a disease

ID: i've been in the tub like. almost all night. =:P

AH: even worse

AH: you'd taste like SOGGY garbage

ID: and don't worry kit. you seem like a nice enough guy.

ID: fuck you i smell like delightful hotel shampoo.

AH: you probably smell like a seadweller's armoire, you flowery dipshit

ID: even though i had to steal like 10 of the tiny bottles to get enough.

AH: LMAO

AH: with your hair? not a fucking surprise

CC: Ha, thanks! CC: I'm so=rry I made yo=u unco=mfo=rtable with the co=nversati-n, tho=ugh.

AH: lmao Hadean will live

AH: he's survived a whole lot worse

AH: He's too mean to stay down long

ID: eh. not your fault, just not convo i like listening to! like gliese said i'll live. if only to spite her.

CC: That do=esn't mean I sho=uldn't apo=lo=gize fo=r being rude, tho=ugh>

AH: _BITCH_

CC: There's no=t much po=int to= saying so=rry if yo=u o=nly do= it when peo=ple are go=nna be dead, Gliese.

AH: SHHHHH

AH: MY LOGIC IS FLAWLESS

CC: And so= is yo=ur ability to= ho=ld do=wn shift, apparently.

ID: pshhh. shame gliese. shameeee.

AH: NO U

ID: swift and cunning, that's gliese's comebacks.

AH: hey I can type in lowercase but it doesn't properly express my BLOSSOMING EXCITEMENT

AH: I will swiftly kick you in the dick, how's that

ID: i mean why are you aiming for my dick, hella rude.

AH: wow Hadean this must be the greatest shock of your life. Me being rude. I mean holy shit, what is this, fucking opposite night

AH: let us all gather round and mourn Hadean's ability to not state the obvious

AH: it died fucking bravely

AH: actually I take that back

AH: it probably died choking on a piece of rotten burger

ID: the only thing dying here is my thinkpan from reading your garbage.

AH: wow, so sad

AH: I guess it's MY job to play the tiny violin now

AH: wow what a passing of the torch

ID: don't break the strings they're a pain to replace.

AH: fuck you I break all the strings

ID: fucking worst musician.

AH: look I play a _different_ instrument, so shut up

AH: I'm not a strings person

ID: what are you. a drum person. because that's hitting something?

AH: LMAO, no

AH: Accidentally broke my first one since it was a lowblood one, hurt my hand a little

AH: Kind of put me off it

ID: woooowwww.

AH: what, I was like, four sweeps

AH: I didn't realize shit for rusts wasn't gonna hold up to me

ID: poor privileged baby gliese~

AH: when you're a kid and you don't know your own strength yet it's annoying u shitlord

AH: I accidentally broke a nice flowerpot that way too

ID: well i mean when i was 4 my lusus was teaching me to stay away from the bluebloods so they didn't cull me for funsies so.

AH: granted that was 'cause I kicked it - lmao

ID: but sure, strength. what a bitch. =:P

AH: okay fine, you win, sobs

AH: that's your new nickname

AH: sobs

ID: and also by teaching me i mean trying to teach me.

AH: LMAO YEAH I WAS ABOUT TO SAY

ID: i was a sucky student like always.

AH: CLEARLY YOU DIDN'T LEARN VERY WELL

ID: i do what i want.

AH: lol

MN: dont makE .ME. comE oVEr thErE and pap both your assEs

AH: what, what did _I_ do

ID: wow straight to the ass huh.

AH: I'm fucking pure as the driven snow

AH: not that I ever SEE snow anymore

MN: ...wow .I. haVE bEEn talking to .PHERES. too long apparEntly

AH: LOL

AH: why, does he pap everybody?

ID: snow is overrated.

MN: yEs

AH: oh my god

AH: that's fantastic

MN: hEs grEat .I. tEll you

AH: I'm totally gonna bring that up - oh my _god_

AH: he's papped YOU??

AH: LOL

ID: i am hoping that this is not a thing i need to actually worry about.

AH: WAY TO SMEAR, PHERES

MN: .YEP.

ID: =:I

AH: IM DYING THIS IS HILARIOUS

MN: word of warning hEll probably try to pap you at somE point

AH: lol I don't think he would he hates my guts platonically I'm pretty sure

AH: not that I totally blame him

MN: not you hadEan

AH: OH LMAO

AH: HA

ID: thank god, bullet dodged.

AH: Pheres would probably lose a frond

AH: Hadean would bite it off and eat it

MN: oh .MY. god

AH: AM I WRONG

ID: what am i a fucking woofbeast.

MN: yEah dont actually do that

AH: IDK DUDE

ID: i don't fucking eat trolls.

ID: ....

ID: why do you think i'd eat a troll.

AH: IF YOU COULD PUT SAUCE ON IT AND BAKE IT, WHO AM I TO KN - it was a joke you dweeb

AH: judging by how you're always hungry

AH: I don't _actually_ think you'd eat a troll, calm your tits

ID: well i'll have you know i had three large pizzas tonight.

AH: amen

AH: the beast is sated

AH: at least temporarily

ID: i mean. for now.

SA: cannibalism Increases the risk of prions.

SA: which are lethal.

ID: what's a prion- oh.

AH: wow you're a goddamn bundle of joy, aren't you

ID: also gliese this is prisma.

SA: they cause proteins to fold incorrectly and slowly kill your brain.

ID: prisma is great, be nice.

SA: hello!

AH: I can see how they won you all over with these fascinating facts

AH: so what's your thing, Prisma

AH: besides talking to Kit about helm shit

SA: I'm fascinating and I'm from outer space.

AH: lolwot

ID: ^^^^

AH: no way

ID: wow rude gliese, doubting a guy.

SA: what is your thing, aside from fighting?

AH: Plants

AH: Plants are pretty sick

AH: Oh and parkour

AH: and dayrunning

SA: oh, I should have guessed

AH: anything that involves sick-ass stunts

SA: and bitterness, acerbic

SA: I have noted all these things.

AH: good for you, nerdlord supreme??

AH: you gonna write a study on it or do you just note stuff to sound like some super smart analytic nerd type

SA: yes 🙃

AH: okay that smiley is funny

AH: You get a point

ID: i award prisma all the points.

AH: aw come on why do they get ALL the points

AH: what'd they even DO

SA: 😍

ID: because i'm the fucking judge now and i say so.

AH: LOL OKAY

AH: HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY HADEAN IN THE HIVE

SA: they are not very tyrannical.

AH: lol you say that you haven't taken him for food

ID: i judge gliese is a total loser. sentence is two sweeps in the nerd mines.

AH: _BITCH WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE_

ID: hey prisma bought me a pizza.

SA: the nerd mines...

AH: I will break out and kick you in the dick

AH: TWICE

AH: _WHAT_

AH: _THEY DID NOT_

SA: how would you

AH: ...did they

SA: never mind

ID: yes.

AH: Prisma did you buy this fucking loser a pizza

SA: I bought them and the green one pizza.

AH: GODDAMMIT

SA: 🍕

ID: =:D

AH: well now I have to top that, you just made my life harder

AH: ...why do we even HAVE a pizza emote

AH: wait what green one

ID: 🍕 🍕

SA: Sipara said the same thing. Why does everyone have to out food the other?

ID: lal.

SA: yes.

AH: oh the jade who talks funny

ID: because i'm a black hole that needs constant sacrifices made prisma.

AH: LMAO accurate

ID: else i won't bring the rains.

SA: downtown flooded earlier.

SA: I may have sent too much pizza.

ID: you're welcome.

SA: that was rude 🌊

ID: 🤽

SA: does lal talk funny?

SA: 🚣‍♀️

AH: I mean I've never _met_ them but I've seen them in logs and they say things in weird ways

ID: 💦

SA: oh.

ID: they're nice enough. just snarky.

SA: ☔️

ID: and too poor to buy me a ring pop.

AH: wow

AH: that's pathetic

SA: oh right your proposal was ruined

ID: ⛴

ID: my heart will go on.

AH: rest in fucking pieces

SA: and on 🎻

AH: HA

AH: okay, fine, Hadean, you were right

AH: for once

SA: what is the story behind you two?

ID: always.

AH: this one is a keeper

AH: I'm his meal ticket

AH: his BEST meal ticket

ID: well sip fed me twice now... so...

SA: ☺️

AH: I WILL OUTDO THAT, I've been fucking busy at the base okay

SA: base?

ID: tell your excuses to my stomach.

AH: same one you were talking about with Kit/CC

AH: LMAO

SA: are your lunches always so vitriolic?

AH: they wouldn't be fun otherwise

ID: it's how we bond.

AH: yeah, all that good shit

SA: oh

ID: plus someone has to remind gliese she's a total nerd.

AH: I wouldn't take just any boring dumbass to lunch now would I

AH: _IMPUDENT_

SA: I don't know. Would you?

ID: ms. star wars marathoner.

AH: naaaaah

AH: HEY, THEY HAVE LOTS OF SHOOTING

ID: whatever nerd.

SA: but they always miss

AH: therefore there's MORE SHOOTING

SA: therefore they are improperly trained.

AH: snoooore who cares it's a movie

AH: real life, yeah, I'd be making fun

AH: but it's a movie it's supposed to be stupid

SA: i don't think that's the purpose of movies

AH: movies are stupid fun

AH: duh

AH: everybody knows that

SA: 😨

ID: unless they're documentaries.

AH: yeah I guess

ID: or romcoms which are never fun.

SA: are they not...

ID: i mean. if romcoms are your thing i guess they are.

ID: are you a romcom guy.

SA: I don't know 🤷‍♀️

SA: I like scary things because they aren't scary

SA: but sometimes I hope they ade

AH: you sound like a goddamn cryptic

SA: I hope you mean cryptid

ID: he's just got a lot of. don't get scared juice in him.

SA: because I am

AH: lol

AH: what are you, bigfoot

SA: no I'm a robot

ID: gliese is the even rarer cryptid than bigfoot.

ID: she's.

ID: the bigmouth.

SA: what is she -

SA: 😮

SA: that sounds unfortunate. Where are her brethren?

AH: Kit's one

AH: his mouth is even bigger

AH: 'cause we're hatchmates and all

SA: kit was very polite

ID: kit seemed not at all mouthy.

AH: he hides his secret well

ID: uh-huh. projecting much?

AH: it is a dark and deep secret

AH: see you say that but I remain secure in the fact that you calling everyone a nerd is YOU projecting

SA: a nerd is better than an angry loudmouth

AH: your values system is fucked up

SA: 🤷‍♀️

AH: FUCKED UP I SAY

SA: what is your value system

ID: prisma just has my back. =:P

AH: it's a value system of AWESOMENESS

ID: unlike some blue cheerleader who keeps telling me i'm stupid for fighting her nerd partner.

AH: I don't think you're STUPID just RECKLESS and coming from me that'S BAD, my dude

ID: we said no dying!

SA: is this the one you were talking about earlier?

ID: mn, the jade who was here before. that's who i'm fighting.

AH: YEAH OKAY AND ACCIDENTS NEVER HAPPEN LMAO but whatever I'm not gonna try and talk you out of it, I'll just be there to mop up whatever happens

SA: oh. Be safe.

ID: i mean if he accidentally tries to murder me he's dead so. =:/

AH: _No killing Emerel_

SA: I will help

SA: oh

AH: I LIKE Emerel

CC: What??

ID: i will if he tries killing me!

AH: he's my friend

SA: nevermind

AH: OH MY GOD, you just said you two agreed

SA: you were serious

CC: Who='s trying to= kill Emerel??

AH: do you trust him or not

AH: nobody, HOPEFULLY

ID: i trust him as much as you can trust a stranger who agreed not to kill you.

AH: and he better not hurt Hadean or I'll CLONK BOTH THEIR HEADS

ID: =:I

CC: What do= yo=u mean, ho=pefully? / (´･×･`)＼

CC: That's no=t really a so=lid answer!

AH: I mean if one of these doofuses messes up we're all gonna be very sorry

SA: there is a medieval semi death match pending

ID: it means if emerel doesn't try killing someone, no one is gonna die.

AH: yeah SA laid it out pretty well

CC: Um! CC: I do=n't think he's likely to= do= that!

SA: my money is on 7/10

ID: then no death! thanks prisma.

AH: ughhhh I wanna see this and shit but I'm gonna be happy when it's over, god

SA: I'm sure there will be doctor. There will be doctors, righr

AH: Yeah, should be

ID: gliese you're like 5000 percent more stressed over it than the trolls who might die.

CC: He's a go=o=d guy, really. CC: He wo=uldn't just cull so=mebo=dy fo=r no= reaso=n.

AH: yeah because you're both doofuses

SA: but you won't die

ID: damn right i won't!

AH: and I'm not like STRESSING THAT MUCH

AH: just rolling my eyes

AH: does that count as high stress

SA: if we were in person I could tell your actual level of stress

AH: what

SA: if I'm at the fair, we'll find out

ID: psi.

AH: you got like, some nerd machine for that

SA: ☺️

ID: he's yellow gliese, just alllwaayysss assume psi.

AH: _lmao_

AH: I've met lowbloods with no psi, you never know

AH: some like Cateex have really weak shit

ID: well my main man prisma is not weak shit!

SA: Hadean said their psionics were being immune to idiots

AH: LOL

SA: is that right? Am i remembering

AH: THEN HE'D BE ALLERGIC TO HIMSELF

ID: i mean i said that but it was a joke.

ID: immune does not mean allergic wtf gliese.

AH: If you ARE something but are immune to it wouldn't that make an allergic reaction

AH: I dunno

ID: i'd just like. cancel myself out.

SA: it would mean he wouldn't exist because he's immune to his own state of being

SA: oh

AH: I'm tired I had a long ass - LMAO YEAH YOU'D CEASE TO EXIST

AH: EVEN BETTER

SA: hivemind

ID: we're just syncing up now, watch out gliese.

SA: but who would you feed, AH?

AH: Oh shit, beware the nerd brigade

AH: uh

AH: Hadean still??

AH: oh speak of the devil earlier it's the weird jade

SS: (Wtf, Hads, are you gettin food again?)

ID: i think he meant if i didn't exist.

ID: bitch i might be.

SS: (What've you got, a hollow walkfrond?)

SA: yes

SS: (What is your secret?)

ID: uh. psi.

SS: (Pls share, am also starving.)

SA: hello, SS. Did you get the pizza I ordered?

AH: what, why are YOU starving you're jade

SS: (No, I mean for food acquisition.)

ID: and being handsome.

AH: the hell did you do wrong

SA: 7/10 is only marginally handsome

ID: also i have being rust on my side.

SS: (I did! I totes ate it but did not, to the lovely Sipa's tragic disappointment, explode in the process.)

ID: prisma you are no longer my main man. =>:'(

SA: I am the only 10/10 here ☺️

SS: (And oh em gee, AH, you can't just ask peeps why they're broke.)

SA: I'm joking

SA: oh I'm glad you didn't explode

AH: wow I just fucking did

ID: so was i. hence the face.

AH: cough up

SA: 😉

SS: (Whaaat, are we still doin the hotness scale thing?) SS: (You know what, I don't even wanna know, tbh.) SS: (We have already established your taste is totes awful, SA, soz to say.) SS: (You were hatched that way, tho, so it's okay.) SS: (We accept you.)

ID: 👅

AH: if your story sucks invent a better one

SS: (What'll you give me for it, pal? (\unu/ ))

AH: uhhhh

ID: 👁‍🗨 👅 👁‍🗨

AH: a snack? idfk where you do even live

AH: Hadean was passing through Port Port

AH: so I fed his dumb ass

SA: I think to think I have a good taste, but I also have duplicates of the same outfits.

ID: i'm in cascara now!

AH: LOL WOW

SS: (Oh, shit, are you one of the rabbit twins, or the banker?)

SS: (Pls say banker.)

AH: okay who invented the term rabbit twins I'm gonna fucking end them

SA: it's cute

AH: I'm not the banker shitswizzler

SS: (It was totes deffo 100% not me.)

SA: embrace it

SS: (200%, even.)

AH: I'm a Lepus troll

ID: don't worry prisma, i have three t-shirts that are exactly the same. and three pairs of pants that are pretty much the same.

SS: (Hopbeast blueblood.)

SA: 🍾🍾🍾

AH: okay well then what the fuck's YOUR lusus

AH: I need to nickname YOU

SS: (Uhhhh!)

SS: (A super cool giant fire-breathing dragon.)

AH: _BULLSHIT_

SS: (With, like, seven heads.)

ID: lie detected.

SS: (And a spike tail.)

SA: I only have strength for emojis now. Goodnight dragon child

AH: If it were you wouldn't be fucking poor

SA: ankylosaur hydra child

AH: you'd be laying motherfucking waste to the desert and getting what you wanted

ID: oh you going to bed prisma? later.

SS: (Good night, awesome person who is totes my second best friend in the world now!)

SA: I will be back for more fun later 🤗

SS: ((Sipa sent one more pizza so she made first, soz to say!))

AH: Night Prisma nerd

SA: goodnight

SS: (Ain't you been on about a nap anyhow?)

SS: (Ttyl, pal!)

ID: night.

ID: also good lal, use the numbers of pizzas to gain more pizzas.

SS: (And fuck you, you don't know my tragic backstory, AH!) SS: (That's why we're, like, even having this convo.) SS: (So you ain't got the deets to judge if I can be proper-like broke with a rad dragon lusus. (\uwu/) )

SS: (Thanks, Troll Yoda.)

SS: (Srsly, tho, I'm gonna pick your sponge for your secrets.)

ID: as long as my sponge stays where it's supposed to be.

SS: (In a jar on my table?)

AH: I got the deets to know you're full of shit

SS: (Can do! (\^_^/) )

SS: (Nah, pal, I'm fulla pizza.)

AH: I mean unless your lusus fucking ditched you

SS: (We, like, JUST went over this.)

AH: which would actually be sad

SS: (Maybe it's busy guarding my cave, huh?)

ID: you got your lusus still gliese?

AH: LMAO

AH: of course I do, Haredad is great, but I see him less these nights since he goes off munching the zombies with Kit's lusus

SS: (Jades totes live under rocks, you ain't got proof I'm wrong. (\eue/) )

AH: but I still sleep on him when I come back - LMAO YOU GOT ME THERE

SS: (But I totes don't believe your lusus is a bun.)

SS: (Pix or it didn't happen!)

AH: you're the...shit, I guess Emerel was technically the first?

AH: I lose track.

SS: (Ideally, like, adorbs ones.)

AH: LMAO well fine if you insist

AH: fuck you they're all adorable

SS: (Perf.)

AH: sent HaredadYawningLikeAGoddamnDork.png

SS: (Omg. ❤ )

SS: (I am not convinced, tho.) SS: (That could TOTES be photoshop.)

SS: (More pix.)

AH: He's so goddamn silly sometimes for a saber-toothed - LOL

ID: ooh are we sharing lusii.

AH: SURE I GUESS

AH: ...hey SS

AH: pics or YOURS didn't happen

SS: (Sure, pal, sure!)

invertedDissident has sent bananaonbackforscale.png!

SS: (http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/yugioh/images/d/dc/BlueEyesUltimateDragon-LDK2-EN-UR-1E.png/revision/latest?cb=20161007085413)

ID: be kind to my lusus-

AH: sent HaredadWTFtho.png (in which Haredad has a bird on his head)

AH: LMAO

ID: ...really lal.

AH: IT'S ACTUALLY FUNNY

AH: GIVE 'EM CREDIT

SS: (The other four heads ain't fittin in the frame, pal, ain't my fault. (\unu/) )

AH: LOL

ID: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OdL07mJYhtg/UyyF81jts0I/AAAAAAAADmI/qhHgOOAFpNA/s1600/300px-BottomlessTrapHole-LCJW-EN-ScR-1E.png

AH: is that you, Hadean

AH: is that your inner fucking soul

SS: (Omg, it's exactly like the selfie he posted earlier!)

ID: fucking rude.

AH: LOL

AH: _HA_

SS: (Which reminds me, buntwin#2!)

AH: my name's Gliese dickhead

AH: what the fuck's yours, besides 'Lal'

ID: found gliese. http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/yugioh/images/1/17/CreepyConey-PHSW-EN-C-1E.png/revision/latest?cb=20120720032649

AH: DAMN STRAIGHT

SS: (That's what I said! SS: (Come by the giant teapot sometime, I'll give you a cool story for food and tips.)

AH: ...oh wait

SS: (Read the nametag while you're at it. (\unu/) )

AH: you're that dorky looking jade barista

AH: Lalide

AH: or whatever

SS: (Yes, that is exactly my name.)

SS: (You are totes correct.)

SS: (Congrats! (\ouo/) )

AH: FUCKIN' CALLED IT

ID: what gliese wishes she could be equipped with. http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/yugioh/images/1/15/HornoftheUnicorn-YGLD-EN-C-1E.png/revision/latest?cb=20151114052324

AH: lolwot

ID: so you had a sharp horn at last.

SS: (LUL)

SS: (Hads ain't pullin punches.)

SS: (Why're all the aggro ones nubby?)

SS: (Gliese, Sipa...)

AH: bitch my horns aren't nubby

ID: they're big and dull!

AH: Hadean is just a dickhead who can't see because his eyes are all red

SS: (P sure Hads just called 'em nubby.)

ID: i didn't call them nubby. i called them dull. duh.

AH: learn to read fuckwad

ID: got me gliese, my eyes are all red.

SS: (Damn, dude, way to discriminate against the illiterate!)

ID: almost like i'm a sparkplug or something.

AH: wow look at all these tears I'm shedding on your behalf, Lalide

AH: look at them fucking pooling on the ground

AH: just tragic

SS: (Maybe I can't read through my epic contacts, neither!?)

SS: (Ain't only red oculars what get you all impaired-like.)

AH: lol, what, are you some kind of dorky mutant

SS: (Nah, just fashionable.)

AH: _riiiiight_

AH: probably just a huge fucking nerd

ID: no money for food. but money for #aesthetic

AH: with headfluff like that

SS: (Thank you!) SS: (Someone finally up and acknowledges my nerd cred!)

AH: lmao

AH: I find it PRETTY DAMN HARD TO BELIEVE I am the first

SS: (And yes, totes, you caught me, I was all, like, 'Y'know, I could eat this week, but I'd totes rather add a new fashion hashtag to my instagram!')

AH: LOL

AH: OWNED, HADEAN

SS: (Everyone keeps up and callin me goth, dude, and everyone knows you can't be two at once!)

ID: does that really count as owned.

AH: you totally can though

AH: shut up you're fucking owned

SS: (Not if you're already emo!)

SS: (It's, like, two, sure, but three's way extra.)

AH: are you saying you're not extra

ID: anyways i'm going to sleep so. have fun nerds.

AH: because if so: in that case I'm not blue and Hadean isn't a shameless dinner whore

SS: (I am v v extra, pal, but the good kinda extra. (\unu/) )

AH: is that _soooo_

SS: (Hells, pal, why'd you have to up and remind me of the time?)

SS: (Fuck off and let me keep pretending I ain't about to crash for like 16 hours.)

SS: (Ttfn, I guess!)

ID: ahahah wowww. have fun with that.

AH: LOL, goddamn, get some rest, dipshit

SS: (Who's dipshit, this time?)

AH: it will forever be a mystery

AH: you will just have to live in pained torment

SS: (RIP in pieces. (\qnq/) )

AH: not knowing if you are the dipshit or not

SS: (My wails will be heard for clicks!) SS: (You can use 'em to come find me to chill and buy me lunch tomorrow.)

AH: oh my GOD, what the fuck is this room, a 'let's all beggar lunch off Gliese' spot??

AH: why the fuck should I buy you lunch.

SS: (Cos dinner's a date.)

AH I already support Hadean's snarky, dumb ass

SS: (And I already up and tried to have one a those with Cennef.)

AH: I have the bulgeface moocher slot filled

AH: ...

AH: ......

AH: ...what the FUCK

AH: _CENNEF?_

SS: (This response pleases me.)

AH: HOW THE FUCK DID _CENNEF_ TAKE YOU ON A DATE

AH: CENNEF FUCKING HATES JADES

SS: (Well, it was a p shit date!)

AH: WHY THE FUCK DID SHE EVEN COME NEAR YOU WITHOUT RIPPING YOUR FACE OFF.

SS: (And obvi cos I'm super charming, pal!)

AH: HOW ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE, GODDAMN.

SS: (My superpower is makin everyone love me.)

AH: LMAO

SS: (And also the uncanny feeling that I avoided gettin skinned by a weird jade serial killer.)

AH: okay no but fucking really why did she do anything remotely nice for you

AH: LOL

SS: (Is that what the ears are made of??)

AH: I'm kidding, I doubt she could ever _actually_ kill a jade without fucking falling down in fear

SS: (Jade faces?)

AH: at least according to her stupid fucking backstory

AH: LOL

SS: (What's her deal, tho?)

AH: according to her she was enslaved by rainbowdrinkers or some such bullshit.

AH: but that's obviously total wank

SS: (What, in her RP?)

AH: LMAO

AH: YEAH YOU'D THINK SO

AH: I mean, SOMETHING must've happened

SS: (Like, pal, manage your fourth wall, there.)

AH: because that bitch was like, feral, until she was 7

AH: so clearly something got fucked up and maybe she hallucinated, I don't fucking know

AH: but she still sticks to her cock and bull tale even now

AH: and she's _9_

SS: (I ain't a head docterrorist, but if I was a head docterrorist I'd say she, like, probs ain't got her ish straight.)

AH: but it's obviously total horseshit to justify her hateboner for everyone jade and over

AH: because she's pathetic

SS: (Guess it's fine to take it out on the loser caste that up and let the whole feral thing happen, tho!)

AH: oh my god

AH: oh my god did she seriously give you shit

AH: I mean I'm not fucking SURPRISED but

AH: what the fuck threat could you be, you sound goddamn pathetic

SS: (Minus sarcasm, pal, I'm, like, middle key sheddin a tear inside for whatever fucker keeps lettin ferals outta the caverns.)

AH: LMAO SAME THO

SS: (And excuse you, my giant dragondad is, like, totes sayin otherwise!)

AH: LMAO SURE

AH: okay, but you know fucking what

SS: (Don't make fun of me, I'm sensitive and gonna go tell my lusus!)

AH: just because you had to endure Cennef's hoofbeastshit

AH: I will take you for lunch

SS: (Eyyyyyy!)

SS: ( (\oUo/) )

SS: (Fuck the peeps that're like, 'The key to my friendship is through my digestion sack!')

SS: (It's obvi the other way around.)

AH: LOL

SS: (The key to fillin my digestion sack is friendship.)

AH: CLEARLY

AH: though lmao I should go too

AH: but I'm serious

AH: I have shit to do in the next like

AH: two weeks

AH: but after that

SS: (Pal, do I look like I'm goin anywhere?)

AH: you, me, lunch, bashing the world's worst maroon

SS: (It's a not-date!)

AH: idfk your life

AH: maybe you have to go visit your dad

SS: (Shit, u rite.)

SS: (In my underground seaside mansion!)

AH: LMAO

AH: OBVIOUSLY

SS: (Can't go forgettin 'bout that ish!)

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