kryptosProsopo started pestering you: Hmm, I've recently acquired a game that may interest you, maybe even like. Would you like to play it with me or just watch? The game in question is Rhythm Heaven Fever or would you prefer something like Taiko or Elite Beat Agents/Ouedan mayhaps?
SS: ♫ A gam≡? I lov≡ gam≡S! H≡≡! ♪
SS: ♫ I um, look≡d it up and it’S a muSic gam≡ So that’S ≡v≡n b≡tt≡r! >OuO< I’d lov≡ to play with you! Though um, I don’t know wh≡r≡ you liv≡. ♪
SS: ♫ >OnO< ♪
SS: ♫ But um, I’ll aSk my luSuS about it anyway! ♪
— seasideSymphony [SS] gave up trolling kryptosProsopo [KP] —
((Apologies for the shamefully late reply.))
((Gosh I haven’t updated in a while! Partly school, partly other projects, partly commissions. But here, have a dead Macosh drawing as an update!))
Personal head canons about sea trolls.
♫ If I w≡r≡ a luSuS… ♪
♫ I think I’d b≡ a Shrimp! A r≡ally big on≡! ♪
♫ With pinch≡rS! >ÒnÓ< ♪
♫ Rawr! ♪
Gotta swim fast!
((I think this is one of those things where I’m going to wake up and wonder why I attempted this in the AM hours.))
♫ Oh goSh, thiS waS r≡ally hard to anSw≡r! ♪
♫ I think all formS of muSic ar≡ nic≡ in all th≡ir own way and I hav≡ a pr≡tty hard tim≡ picking out juSt on≡ So um, I gu≡SS th≡ b≡St I can do iS Shar≡ th≡ firSt Song I ≡v≡r tun≡d into on my radio! ♪
♫ It’S w≡ird though, Som≡tim≡S I f≡≡l lik≡ that’S th≡ only Song on that Station. ♪
> Lose control
This is not the time for this. This is the worst time for this. Still the stabbing pains thrumming through your skull aren’t letting themselves be ignored. You feel yourself lurch in the air, a few feet of lost altitude. Well damn. The air around you sparks and hisses with energy and you clutch at your head. This is why you hate using psionics for prolonged periods of time. More often than not you get a headache and then this happens.
Cetus shrieks. Damn, you’d hoped she’d be dead by now so you can land and curl up in a pathetic ball. Preferably where the wiggler can’t see. The denizen is oozing blood from between its scales and out its mouth. You’re hoping this is just a waiting game. You can feel the air getting hotter around you and your head feels like it wants to explode. You’d best get grounded though you don’t like the idea.
As you drop down the rest of the way to the dirt, you note the dot of purple dashing off. Oh great, at least your would-be puppet ruler is still breathing.
< Why the headache?
> Show no mercy
Gladly. You and Riasem used to laugh and laugh how you were always the more violent one. How she was the oddly calming force in the sea of your emotions and your pitiful desires to be each other’s buoy. You let your needles fly, digging under Cetus’s scales with the same precision you knit the seams of your creations.
Blood splatters as you attempt to pry off scales even as your needles dig and cut and stab into the monster. You intend to shred the creature’s insides. You’d tell that little idiot below to run but your mind is wrapped up in needles and death.
Something screams, hissing. Maybe the child. Maybe Cetus. You’re all too aware of her gaze. You pull more sewing implements from your sylladex and grimace. This is giving you a migraine.
> Lose control
< Who the hell is this guy?
> Roliat: Be the psionic clothier
Your name is ROLIAT SAICLA and you are ELEVEN SWEEPS OLD. You never wanted to play this game but your matesprit had begun to whisper about HELMSMEN and SHIPS and perhaps you were less an object of her pity and more a toy for her amusement.
Your QUADRANTS flipped rather violently and in the end you MURDERED your kismesis and her blue blood is on your hands. You’ll START OVER. The new universe will either LACK A HEMOSPECTRUM or your kind will be placed at the top. You’re looking to REARRANGE THE RAINBOW. ~ You’ll rip it to sheds & sew back together like a finely altered jacket. ~~/
But change does not come so easy. The others will resist the new social order. That’s why you pushed so hard for that INCOMPETANT PURPLE WRIGGLER to accept you as a server player. Weaker willed royals will make the change easier. Unfortunately it looks like the idiot’s about to get himself killed.
Time to do the thing you do SECOND BEST.
Murder.
> Show no mercy
< What’s the situation again?
