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[After constantly typing over and over frantically, trying to get that beautiful blue to show up on his font, he FINALLY figures it out, and these huge fancy sleeves with frills in them are NOT HELPING, besides the fact that this ...coat... has so much red on it he wants to VOMIT, but that would be even more disgusting, even if the tinge of blue to his bile would most likely make this red atrocity a tad more bearable.]

D --> I demand some means of e%plaination immediately
D --> Why am I here and where e%actly is this e%tremely confusing location
D --> I have something important I must be doing
D --> Even if the order was from a source I would rather not disclose to the public due to how improper it is for someone of my caste to oblige to the li% of them
D --> E%cuse me, I have gotten off trot
D --> I mean track, I apologize once again, I am just very uncomfortable in this new attire I have found myself in and hoof begun to work up a minor sweat
D --> But if you will, anyone, e%plain this to me now

D --> Also, is there any way for me to change the appearance of this communication device
D --> This contraption 100ks ridic001ous…

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[first you may be jealous of his awesome navy blue bedsheet toga...he still hadn't managed to find a way to get proper clothing]

Oi! At least du have clothes! Not that mein toga isn't awesome! Ich vill give du credit für the completely awesome text color, but didn't du read the card that vould have been right next to the communicator?

Und, haven't figured out how to change the communicator. Or make it quit belching glitter when opened. [he looks a little annoyed at the end]

[Jealousy, yes, that would be something you could see in his eyes, if this world hadn't been nice enough to give the poor blue blood troll his shades at least.]

[Equius clenches his jaw, baring cracked and missing fangs.]

[Is this...a human?]

Card? What CARD?

[No, he hadn't. He was too flustered and mad to go about reading it.]

And how is it your attire looks more regal, even with such a fashion? No, first answer me this, what ARE you? Am I here with...with Humans?

[Glitter? Yeah, he...he's not even going to talk about the rainbow that shot at him from his communicator, nearly made his cardio vascular pump stop.]

[he blinks at the guy's appearance, grey skin, black hair, horns. To him it was rather strange.]

Oi! Slow down there, horns! [he smirks] Ja, the card vill basically tell du that du have been kidnapped by Arcanarum like the rest of us. It vill also tell du who du replace.

Mein toga ist just mein bedsheet. The Rulers of this land unawesomely forgot to give mich clothes.

Und, ich looks human, but ich isn't really. But there are humans around. Ich guess, that du aren't human. [he looks curious at the end]

...Horns? I will have you know I have a name you pink wriggler. You may call me Equius!

...I am hooving, ugh, having a hard time understanding through that ridiculous accent. You said we were KIDNAPPED? No, that can't be, that's complete rubbish! I have strict orders I must carry about from a less then honorable source. [Don't mind the choke in his voice and the sweat drop rolling down his cheek.]

I must leave here at once, there must be some sort of exit.

Oi! Mein accent ist nicht ridiculous. But, ich vill be awesome und switch to text.

[the screen goes black, he still isn't an expert at working this communicator]

[ten minutes later he manages to get text to appear, though he hasn't figured out how to color it or anything awesome like that.]

Better? Why is it that everyone in the universe speaks English? Britannien is going to get a big head.

Well, I say sit tight, since storming the castle and demanding to be sent back worked so well last time! We all got turned into puppets even though it was only two people who went to negotiate!

But if you find an exit, be sure to inform the rest of us! Britannien and I were in the middle of a war.

And don't call me pink wriggler, whatever that means! My name is Preußen!

[Hey, he spent a while trying to get that text blue. He couldn't stand to type without it while having to deal with this horrible red outfit as well, he needed SOME purity in his life.]

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:33 < equius? :oo
:33 < equiiuuuusss hi hi hi! :DD

:33 < me?
:33 < right now im in the shopping district
:33 < i was hoping that purrhaps the people here could
:33 < yknow tell me more about this place
:33 < but fur some reason they all s33m scared of me =//

[AAAaaand heading in a direction... He has no idea where he is going.]

Hi Equius!

[pause]

You look like a codfish.

[Yeeeeaaaah.... what?]

Oh, and, uhh, I am sorry to report, that I have lost your really nice legs that you made for me.

Well, not so much lost them as, well, they sort of vanished when I came here. So, they're lost, but you shouldn't yell at me, uhh, because it's totally not my fault that they're gone, and, I really kind of liked them.

...The first thought that comes to mind is why on Alternia, or... excuse me, why on wherever we are, are you speaking to me so informally, know your place you intolerable plebeian.

C-codfish? Have you adopted the humor of a seadweller? I suppose knowledge is power but not in this case, I demand you stop this tomfoolery at once and explain to me how you are currently gallivanting about without proper legs?

[Honestly the NERVE of this magnificently horned lowblood.]

Edited 2011-08-31 13:52 (UTC)

Whoa, hey, uhh, sorry bro, my bad. I was just kind of, you know, happy to see another troll here and all. Especially one that's not Vriska, because, really, anyone is better than her. [Wow, sort of forgot how much of a douche Equius was. }:/ ]

[But he's just going to keep on because for some reason, he's having a hard time taking Equius seriously. Maybe it's the coat.]

[Yeah, it's probably the coat]

Uhh, maybe? I don't know. It just struck me as a thing that described your current appearance really well. And, more than that, what about you? Have you, uhh, adopted the fashion sense of a seadweller, because, man, that coat. It's really kind of, lame. [Actually, he thinks it's totally cool, but shoooooosh, he can't seem to keep himself from taunting the blueblood] And, I just said that the legs that you made me were gone, I never said that I didn't, you know, have proper legs.

[He tilts the communicator down and BAM. Look at that. A pair of cute, bare feet attached to normal legs, which are wearing adorable little green shorts. Proper legs. And look, the toes wiggle and everything!] Take that, Captain Codfish, hehehe!

I am not your bro, lowblood. Though if you wish to undergo some brotherly bonding I suppose the blasphemy of it might perhaps entice me to... take part. What a ludicrous idea... Hoho. Do you see, even I can lower myself to your comedic standards, but I digress.

[Some uncomfortable shift on his part, cripes this outfit was hard to get used too. He would look for more suitable attire later.]

I did not CHOOSE this... [Scrunches his nose.] ... disgusting arrangement I am currently garbed in, so hold your tongue on the exhausting commentary relating to it.

[Now just going to stare at Tavros's legs in confusion.]

Wait, how is that even possible? Explain this witch craft at once, another one of your pestiferous games?

[Pause.]

[Games? What?]

[Wow, really, he just needed to stop talking to Equius. That comment about blasphemy and enticement was just all kinds of uncomfortable. It was kind of hard to remember why he started talking to him in the first place; Equius always made him sort of uncomfortable.]

Um, so, okay, first of all, it's not like there's a lot of trolls here, so maybe, it would, uhh, behoove you to be a bit nicer to me. [Small grin. Heehee, did you hear that, Equius? Totally horse-punned on purpose, just for you] Secondly, no one really, uhh, chooses how they dress here. You have to, you know, dress like the person you are here to replace! That's why I'm in all, uhh, green, you see? I'm human Pupa Pan! Which is pretty much the coolest thing ever, except that, uhh, I can't fly yet. But it'll happen someday, I believe it!

And lastly, I told you, this is totally not my fault, okay? I just, sort of woke up here like this, and uhh, well, I'm not complaining. I run into walls a lot less than I did with your, uhh, robolegs, actually. [shrugs, and gives Equius a small, slightly knowing look]

[What are you talking about? Speaking with Equius will teach you some grubbing manners and help you know your place you peasant! So pay attention.]

[And no you did NOT make fun of his horse puns..]

If I were you I'd harsh thy tongue, lowblood scum. [He sneers, leering into the camera, his rather brilliant hat shadowing his face except the gleam on his fangs and shades. Why was Tavros setting off his nerves like this? The lowblood never phased him before... Perhaps it was this whole new situation, yes, that made sense. Equius swallowed, trying to calm himself down.]

Fine, either way you look completely ridiculous in that attire, but I suppose a shade of green is better then... this. [Another disgruntled huff.] This.

Are you telling me you are some sort of story book character? Or rather we all are in some mane-er, ...ehem, manner? What do you take me for? A gullible yellow bellied-... [Pause.] Nevermind, that is completely foolish and I demand the truth from you, Nitram. I doubt that I MUST wear this and that I am made to replace any person, fictional or not!

[He gives Tavros a stern look in response to his 'knowing' one. Knowing what, exactly? Hmm?]

Well fine, I don't care. This means I will have to see you less for I will not need to do upkeep on you any longer. Shame, those metal limbs made you somewhat more formidable.

[...Oh dear. "Not much of a choice?"]

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