Out of ideas, Aguiar returned to his computer to get some inspiration and-
Oh.
Oh no.
Gog damn it.
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Slamming his fist onto the table in frustration, Aguiar managed to barely miss his bottle of ink. His lusus then flapped back into the room, and tapped him on the shoulder, as if to encourage him. Aguiar gave it a gentle pat on the head, and took out the Featherkind card. "Yeah_I_guess_that_could_work", he said, taking out the feather, and putting in both items at the same time. Oddly enough, the card did not outright reject the new entry, and instead changed it's name to Authorkind.
"Huh_wonder_what_that_does"
Aguiar didn't have the time to figure out what that does, though, as trollian began to light up again.
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So Tymbre was going to join them as well, eh? Pretty neat, Aguiar guessed. They hadn't really met each other yet, so that was cool. Tymbre was a pretty good musician if she was to be believed, and Aguiar was still dead set on hearing her play some day, even if in the medium.
Aguiar got up from his seat again, and walked up to the Alchemizer. He hadn't really looked at it after he made his entry item, and had his doubts a second of those would be of any use. So what was this thing for then?
Hey boy.
Turn around.
Feeling suddenly compelled to look the other way, Aguiar looked at the view from his balcony.
Oh wow.
Build around his hive were massive opal walls surrounding long pathways, four of which came at a crossway at his location. It was fairly brightly lit, and Aguiar could see a sun in the sky. The ROBOTSPRITE looked like it wanted to elaborate on something, but inside another troll demanded your attention beforehand.
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Vicius... Vicius is dead? But how? Why? He didn't even get his entry item. There must have been something wrong in the programming of the game or something that caused this. Aguiar cursed at himself. Why did he have to play this game? He knew it could be dangerous, it was made by another hacker for gog's sake!
No. No use thinking about that. He still had to get the others into the game, before they ended up dead as well.
Regaining his composure, Aguiar opened Trollian again.
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"I ¢all it.00.00.00 the Pre$erved A¢t of Population, or PAP for $hort.00"
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Lassie.
Laythe opened her eyes. Her hive was still around her, completely untouched. It was even still underwater. But something was wrong.
What's the hold-up Lassie?
The KERNEL in front of her divided, sending its halves two different ways. As the AEGLESPRITE took on a new form, Laythe paid little attention and started walking. Wait... the sound the floor was making.... Laythe looked down and saw her floor was now made of metal instead of the seabed it had previously rested on.
Trollian blinked on her computer screen, but Laythe had to find out where she was first. She swam outside and WHAM, smacked into an invisible wall.
Regaining her composure, she touched the wall. Glass... and what was beyond it?
Swimming faster than before, Laythe emerged from the top of the water, and climbed onto the rim of her hive's new glass prison. What lay beyond was a much different sea than the one to which she was accustomed.
A sea of sand. Apart from the blaring sun, a sun that almost appeared to be painted onto the sky, and distant structures that appeared to be giant hourglasses, there was nothing but sand.
She was truly a fish out of water.
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As the disc installed, somewhere the ethereal song began to emanate. It was oddly soothing, but a little too techno for what little taste in music Slavid had. The crash had his ears ringing enough--he felt disoriented, and just wished this stupid music would stop.
Abruptly, it did. He gave a glance at his installation screen, which was starting to flip out and close. "what" was all that came out of his mouth as he started to check what happened. Amidst the scan, he noticed something wrong. Vicius kept flickering between being online and off.
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Definitely one of the few times he felt any powerful surge of emotion, panic took Slavid's head as he started to dash through the tunnels. His head was still in a haze, but his memory of his friend's home guided his feet without err through each turn.
"ow"
Unexpected, his face hit dirt and he fell onto his back. A spike of pain, far out of proportion with his speed hitting the dirt, went through his head... it felt like ripping open. Worry for his friend came first as he looked up at the dark roof. This was the place, for sure, but the tunnel was caved in. Why hadn't he expected it?
"get out of my way"
Slavid gave an angry grunt and heaved upward, jumping with hands outreached. Psionic energy grabbed into the dirt, pushing it aside to carve a smooth wall of ground as he crawled upward with the swift but clumsy drilling motion. His hand pierced the grass quickly, leaving him a little pull upward to see what he feared most. A crater, a home in shambled, and Vicius' computer strewn in pieces, sparks spurting from what little was connected. Slavid could neither see nor sense the body. There was no question where it was, though. With a slow step he made his descent to the crater's center, once again using his Memory to eject the deck of cards to hover around his body.
"you gave me these after out first battle together even though you know i use a bow"
"it was only because of you i continued to use them"
"and it is with you i will leave these my friend"
The shuriken were imbued in the ground, loosely forming Vicius' Omega symbol within the dirt. It took a second due to his haze, but he finally remembered where his bow and quiver of arrows were. Despite the long time since having used them, they still seemed to fit smoothly within his hands as he rested himself within the arc of the symbol, gruptop once again upon his lap. There was something he had to know, and ask about.
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Well... that was it then. Vicius is gone, and Slavid had a new job to do. This time, with a little adjustment about his target, he got to listen to the music start up again with no echo from his tunnel walls. And gog help the opportunistic troll that came down to investigate.
♪oo ♪oo ♪oo, ♪oo ♪oo, ♫♫oo, ♪oo
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Name: Tymbre Musiqi
Fetch Modus: Rythm Array
Blood Color: A Deep Blue(#0007F)
Strife Speccubus: Bladekind
Conversation: Tymbre's trolltag is harmoniousParraddidle, and s♯e ten♪s to a♫ a ♭it of music to every wor♪
Lusus: A Narwhal
Dream Self: Prospit
About: Being of nobility, Tymbre lives in a wealthy villa built around a lagoon on a seculded part of the Penta Fell coast. She does not get many visitor, and spends most of her time playing music for her and her lusus.
Interests: Tymbre has a variety of INTERESTS. Not really, she spends most of her time playing MUSIC, with her main instrument being the TROLL PIANO, though she plays OTHER INSTRUMENTS. She also spends time training her ACROBATIC and GYMNASTIC abilities for use with her BLADES. Tymbre doesn't get very many VISTORS, but when she does, she likes to be able to act with LETHAL FORCE.
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Sitting on the outside paito right on the lagoon, Tymber played her lusus some trollbone, a passtime they both enjoyed. It was a nice and quiet day, save for the music coming from Tymbre's horn. She was in the middle of some very passonate improvization when her grubtop went off. Cutting herself off mid-phrase, much to the discontent to her lusus, she picked it up to see who could be pestering her. It was Laythe, likely calling to see what was up, and Tymbre always loved to talk.
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Not everything has to be for money. Finished with her conversation, she restored her attention to her lusus, who sat there on the shore waiting for Tymbre. Oh we don't need money my friend, you and me and music is all that matters. Whispered Tymbre to her lusus, rubbing her head. Grabbing her grubophone, Tymbre mounted her lusus, as she was oft inclined to do, and they rode around the lagoon and beachside playing music.
This diversion enertained Tymbre for hours, until she could barely stand up, much less ride her lusus and play music. Retiring again beside the lagoon, she grabbed her grubtop and decided to she what her old friend Aguiar was up to.
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Tymbre looked up from her grubtop to see streaks of red going across the sky. She could tell from her current position that they would land a way aways, but her lusus could not. Swimming around spasticly, her lusus feared for her life. Diving in the water, Tymbre swam over to her in an atempt to calm her down. "They're not going to hurt us, calm down. You're susposed to be protecting me, not me protecting you." Sufficiently calmed down, Tymbre exited the water and went back to her grubtop to relate the events to Aguiar.
Tymbre looked up from her grubtop to see streaks of red going across the sky. She could tell from her current position that they would land a way aways, but her lusus could not. Swimming around spasticly, her lusus feared for her life. Diving in the water, Tymbre swam over to her in an atempt to calm her down. "They're not going to hurt us, calm down. You're susposed to be protecting me, not me protecting you." Sufficiently calmed down, Tymbre exited the water and went back to her grubtop to relate the events to Aguiar.
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Well I better get in contact with the others before I install it so I can figure out my place in the chain... Mumbled Tymbre to herself.
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Laythe sat down in the halls of Palace Flit and pulled out her Grubtop.
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Laythe walked through the dark halls of Palace Flit, the former seat of Elven Power on Penta Fell, in the capital city of Apical Left. She admired the horribly defaced elven artwork, and felt content with the possibility of spending the rest of her life on such a bountiful, rich and profitable planet.
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Years in the future, but not many....
A Postwar Survivor observes a desert much like the one he just emerged from.
'Lassie.'
'What's the hold-up, lassie?'
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The imp ran towards Aguiar, slowly smashing his robotic fist trollward. Aguiar however, was a quite bit more nimble than his door.
He took a step backwards, causing the imp to fall to the ground with an audible CLUNK.
Aguiar took this as an opportunity to launch a counterattack, tickling it underneath it's armpit. This caused the imp to laugh, causing minor damage to his interior systems.
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They would be unable to prototype proper, thus preventing the battlefield from taking its final form.
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The imp recovered quickly, more so than Aguiar had anticipated.
With a mighty kick, it launched Aguiar towards the wall, upon which he collapsed on the floor.
It took him a while to recover from the imp's hit, and as he crawled back on his feet, Aguiar noticed the imp slamming its fist into his direction yet again.
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The situation would look bleak indeed should they be so foolish to take the gamble.
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Aguiar then rolled to the side, causing the imp to punch into the wall, causing some damage to its hands and for it to fall over again.
Reacting quickly, Aguiar took this opportunity to stab the sharp end of his feather between two of the panels on it's back, and with some luck on his side, managed to damage the motherboard, causing the imp to shut down!
The IMP has been slain!
Aguiar rose a rung on his ECHELADDER! He changed from a measly GREENTIKE to a somewhat more repectable CLARVICAN!
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However, paradox space would not have the session end here. As such, occurrences appearing as changes had to be revealed, and another would be found.
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Laythe followed the same steps Aguiar did. She extruded cruxite, placed it on the totem lathe, inserted the pre-punched card and watched as her totem was formed.
With not a cent to spare I mean second to waste, she then alchemized the item... a small, purple antique clock, that ticked in perfect synchronization with the cruxtruder.
Now was as good a time as any to check on Aguiar, since she needed his advice now anyways.
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In actuality, Vicius's meteor was in perfect synchronization with Laythe's. The two entered Penta Fell's atmosphere at precisely the same moment, and would touch down at the same instant.
Such a mutual fate would suggest the two were meant to be. The perfect chance to test their rivalry. Who could best the meteor first? A test befitting of the perfect kismessises.
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Laythe appraised the clock. Such a fine, purple material, indicating royalty on par with hers. Such a clock would be worth a fortune! She opened the door and examined the moving parts, the cogs and gears, and discovered they too were made of the purple gem.
It was when Laythe was just about to mentally pin down a numerical value of the clock that she realized. This was the test, wasn't it. She had to destroy a priceless clock.
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But Vicius had shown compassion. He cared about the feelings of his other friends, and knew he could not allow Laythe to suffer such a fate, for their sakes.
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Tick.
Tock.
Waiting for the apocalypse was soooo boring, or so the AEGLESPRITE thought. It hovered over Laythe's head, pecking her whenever she tried to draw her attention away from the clock.
Tick.
Tock.
The clock was ticking down the final minute before midnight.
Laythe drew her chequebook from her sylladex and began to write. 'To the owner of this clock'
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It was for this reason that he lost the challenge.
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'$746,000,000'
SMASH!
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It was for this reason that he died.
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Hey.
Hey boy.
Wake up.
Aguiar woke up, and noticed he couldn't move his head. After feeling around for a bit, it became obvious to him that his horn was stuck in his workbench, damn it. After carefully wedging his head back and forth a bit, Aguiar freed his head from the table, and got back to his computer, which informed him Slavid was trying to have a word with him.
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Afterwards, Aguiar looked to his right, where he noticed something strange happening to the KERNELSPRITE.
The KERNEL divided. The two halves went their separate ways, leaving behind the SPRITE portion. What was left of the SPRITE underwent a mysterious transformation. Caelus, Aguiar's lusus who was in no way dead because why would he be, looked on in awe.
Assuming, or at least hoping, Laythe would start getting worried by now, Aguiar decided to try pestering her again. Then he noticed she was trying to pester him instead.
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As the imp broke through his door with an iron fist, Aguiar realized he no longer had the time to carefully think of the right strife speccubus for him to use. He might be a psion, but he was in no way capable of shooting lasers out of his eyes or something silly like that. As such, he had to use one of the items currently in his sylladex, which only held two: his lusus' FEATHER, and his GRUBLET. Deciding to let luck make the decision for him, he rolled his die, which landed on 4, thus allocating him with the Featherkind speccubus.
As the imp approached, Aguiar got a firm grip on his feather, waiting for it to make the first move.
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Taking into account what he had learned from Laythe, Vicius was ready for Slavid to connect to him... were it not for the fact that he were offline.
Vicius looked up out of his window and saw a looming meteor overhead.
"Well, this is going to be do or DIE."
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Behind her, Laythe's accounting computer rose off the ground, carried by a large pink cursor, and hovered over to the cruxtruder, before falling on it, smashing to bits and releasing a bright light.
When the light cleared, an orb similar to Aguiar's had emerged, and the timer read 00:07:46.
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How could she have been so $TUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aguiar's life was in danger, and she completely forgot about him in a petty rage against an idiot.
She opened up the SGRUB server window. Thankfully, Aguiar was okay. The landscape around his hive had completely changed. There was a sprawling labyrinth surrounding his hive, and a looming inactive volcano. It didn't look like anywhere on Penta Fell...
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Laythe scurried over to her cash pile, and opened up a golden chest where she kept her more rare valuables. Inside, she found a crisp, flawless Penta Fell Spondulick. An aegle, which for convenient reference was identical to an eagle (which, also for convenient reference, is a Earth animal we would know nothing about), adorned the front of the bill. She threw the bill into the orb, and it transformed. The aegle now occupied the orb.
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Slavid nearly fell onto his face from the shock of earth shaking around him. Something hit, hard. He placed a hand to the wall of the tunnel, and felt... Most were intact, but something had collapsed every tunnel leading to Aguiar's hive. This wasn't good... Slavid decided it best to try to check up on Aguiar as soon as possible. Thankfully, he was still online.
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A sigh of relief, and a look back. Had a meteor really somehow been aimed directly at Aguiar's house...? And just as coincidence, right as the game was being started? Regardless, it was his turn to settle down and start up. With his butt planted comfortably in the packed dirt, Slavid brought up the loader for the Client and Server files and started letting them run. Aguiar, as Slavid's server...? There was a trust of no revenge for the mini-earthquake, but a troll could never be too sure.
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Alright, so it seemed Laythe wouldn't be answering her message any time soon. Better_start_figuring_this_out_as_fast_as_possible. Aguiar thought, yet again rolling a 6 (Seriously, what is it with that number generator and always hitting exactly the number I'm hoping for?) and dropping the cube on the workbench next to his computer. Beholding it closely, he noted that one side had already been solved. Moments later, Trollian started acting up.
Oh dear gog. Not her again.
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Damn her! How did she always manage to convince him to listen to, and even comply with, anything she has to say? Looking nervously at the Cruxtruder, the young troll noticed he had slightly less than half a minute remaining before the meteor would wipe out his hive, and him along with it.
Out of frustration, Aguiar slammed the cruxite cube hard on his workbench. To his surprise, the symbols that made up the sides randomly began to scramble around; all but the solved side. Realising that another side was near completion, Aguiar turned the cube a couple of times to solve it as well, and slammed the cube down again. Lo and behold, this side also remained solved. Aguiar turned the rings a few times while leaving the solved sides untouched, and completed another part.
10...
9...
Aguiar slammed the cube onto his bench again. The remaining sides scrambled, but nothing noteworthy happened.
8...
7...
Another slam. This time he could do something with it. He solved another side.
6...
5...
Slam. Nothing.
4...
3...
Another slam on the workbench. Yes, this one should do it! Just a couple of turns and...
2...
1...
The final side complete, there was a huge surge of light that encompassed Aguiar's entire hive and some of the land around it, and then...
Boom.
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Moments after, the Pre-Punched captchalogue card landed neatly next to his computer on his desk. Rolling his die, he captchalogued it in the second slot.
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Aguiar noticed Laythe had dragged the robot inside, and sat there as she tossed it into the kernel.
The KERNELSPRITE has been prototyped with the ROBOT.
Grinning in amusement, Aguiar turned back to his keyboard.
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Aguiar walked over to his closet door again to access the Totem Lathe, a quick glance to the Cruxruder told him he had 3 minutes and 14 seconds left before the meteor would crash onto his house. His dice were feeling quite co-operative today, as he rolled both a 2 and a 6, releasing both the items needed for the device to work. As Aguiar put the dowel in between the clasps and the card in the right slot, the dowel began to spin, and a set of needles carved a shape into the dowel, which had now become a TOTEM. Dragging the totem over to the Alchemiter, it summoned Death's cupboard of games, out of which fell a cube divided into 9 squares on each side, before vanishing once more.
Aguiar picked up the CRUXITE RUBIX CUBE, and rolled it into his sixth slot.
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Aside from the aforementioned piles of gold taking up nearly half of her large, circular hive, there was not too much of note in Laythe's hive. She sat on the north side, at her main computer for contacting acquantinces, clients and victims. On the west side was another, offline computer for her actual accounting and records, kept offline to be protected from tampering. The northeast corner contained her kitchen, while the northeast was the bathroom, though the redundancies of having a bathroom underwater are ignored.
In the center was assorted exercise equipment,including barbells and a punching bag. Though she wasn't the type to use physical force, Laythe worked out every day and practiced with her TRAINING GLOVES to keep on top of the ball. She also kept a more practical set of DAGGER GLOVES, which were identical to her training gloves but with spikes extruding from the front.
Turning back to her computer, she noticed Aguiar had returned to his computer.
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Laythe deployed the Pre-Punched Card next to Aguiar. It seemed to hold an orange cube of some sort, but what exactly was obscured by the holes.
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Laythe selected the robot that resembled a troll and dragged it into the glowing orb that was following Aguiar. A bright light overtook the screen, and when it cleared the robot's face had taken the center of the orb.
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Suddenly, another incoming message blinked. Laythe opened it up, just as SGRUB notified her that the client version was finished installing.
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Suddenly, a loud noise came from Laythe's kitchen. Her refrigerator was suspended by a floating purple arrow.
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Laythe's expensive set of barbells were no match for the massive girth of the Alchemiter, which crushed them beneath its mighty platform. Her nails dug into the computer desk with pent-up fury, but she resolved to keep her cool.
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Vicius didn't respond. What kind of useless server player would just leave their client hanging like that? Unthinkable. He was just the worst kind of person... Laythe needed to blow off some steam. She ran full speed at her punching bag and drew her training gloves from her glovekind specibus, and sent it flying off its rope and into the pile of coins with a single punch.
Meanwhile, an unchecked message blinked behind her unseen.
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SGRUB version 0.0.1a
SGRUB server is running.
>> Waiting for client to connect . . .
connected.
Press [Enter] when ready.
SGRUB server is running.
>> Waiting for client to connect . . .
connected.
Press [Enter] when ready.
"She took her sweet time..." Vicius muttered as he pressed enter. He then went to open up a chat window with Laythe.
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Vicius had heard an explosion somewhere outside of his hive, and immediately went to the window to investigate.
Peering out his window, what Vicius saw was something he hadn't expected at all.
A decently sized crater was now a few hundred yards outside of his hive, smoke pouring out of it.
Looking back up to the sky, Vicius saw more lights streaking across the sky, moments passed and he heard a few distant explosions.
The Light he saw wasn't something orbiting Penta Fell, it was a meteor heading for and hitting Penta Fell.
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Well, that was a fail. Slavid could do nothing but try to wonder about what was being gotten into. Meteors hitting, lives in danger, and a game being played by a species with murderous tendencies? Irons were definitely going to meet the fire soon, but Slavid knew he couldn't know for himself until he got a game copy.
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Slavid was a good friend. He knew his place on the spectrum well and kept his nose out of the affairs of highbloods unless asked. But he was just a tad slow... he didn't realize the direness of the situation.
Laythe noticed Aguiar had begun to message her, and opened up his chat window.
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Laythe had no idea at the time, but as she lifted the toilet from the junk pile, she was setting in motion the beginning of the end. The pieces were already in place, and always had been and always will have been. But now, the first domino was in her hand. And she dropped it on the lid of the cruxtruder.
A bright orange light filled Aguiar's bathroom, when when it had finished, the lid was off, a glowing yellow ball of light emerged, and the screens on the side of the cruxtruder lit up and displayed a countdown.
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Now that her friend appeared to be in a case of REAL LIFE PERIL, it struck Laythe as the perfect time to examine her hive. And so she did that for a while. NOBODY COULD STOP HER.
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Aguiar turned around, and on the other side of the scrapheap he noticed a large, white pillar with some sort of pen at the end. Walking around the metal, he noticed this pillar was positioned on the corner of a large, equally white platform. Seeing no movable parts on the device, Aguiar headed back for his hive door, when a sudden headache filled his mind, which ended as abruptly as it started. Weird.
Heading back to his computer, he started Trollian again.
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Gog damn it! How could he forget about the meteors?
Aguiar stood up from his chair again, and walked over to the cruxtruder in the other room. He began turning the valve attached to the side of the tube, after which a perfectly shaped orange cylinder emerged from its depths. Aguiar rolled his die again, hitting a 6. His sylladex then promptly captchalogued the CRUXITE DOWEL in the sixth slot.
Assuming Laythe would want to know about his progress, Aguiar headed back to his computer.
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As he finally got within range to visually sense the sleeping beast, one of his cards showed that Laythe was trying to chat with him. What could royalty want with him?
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Well, this could be trouble. Royal penny-pincher doesn't want Vicius to play server, but Slavid's had nearly no word of the game, so there was no way to know if he could or couldn't intervene. The best he could do is ask Aguiar, who didn't show as online. Bluh.
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Augh, why? WHY!!!!!! Laythe turned to Trollian and immediately got a hold of Slavid. There was a chance she could escape this mess.
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