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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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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.

If you were me, I'd be ugly! [Bats his eyes at Equius, then stops. WHAT IS HE DOING?! Equius looked really, really kind of creepy all shadowed like that!]

[Just going to, swallow and avert his eyes now] Uhh, w-well, if you doubt me, there should have been a, uhh, card, with your communicator that, explains everything, and uhh, tells you who you're supposed to be replacing. But I am not joking, at least, not about this, and well, there aren't really, uhh, normal clothes here? So, you can look all you want, but, I doubt you'll find anything. [shrugs]

A card a card, what is it about a card! Fine. [He growls, looking around until he, ah, there, grabbing it he reads it rather quickly and mutters some words out loud, maybe you hear the word 'Hook' at some point as well.]

...This is silly.

[Scowl.]

What the dickens am I supposed to be doing here? This is roleplaying, oh god. I will not stand for this! I will decline following through acting like this pirate. [Said with a rather venomous tone.]

[............]

[Hook.]

[He kind of had a feeling]

[Just going to avert his eyes harder]

This is... really awkward...

What, shit blo-. [AAaaannnd going completely blue, almost dropping his communicator.]

OH, uh, oh, oh dear god, did that, did I just!? [A whinny leaves him and he shakes his head, putting a hand over his shades and eyes.]

[He SWORE?! That. no, okay, that was not ...he must be a lot more flustered then he thought if something that inappropriate left his respectful blue blood tongue!]

E-excuse me, Nitram. That was extremely, haaaa...e-extremely rude of me, oh geeze.

[He glances back to Equius and snickers a bit. That's sort of cute...]

[WAIT NO. Stopping that train of thought right there. Even if Pupa and Hook were kismesises in the book... NOPE NOT THINKING THAT NOPE NOPE NOPE.]

[Clears his throat, looking away once more, his cheeks taking on a coppery hue]

Uhhhhh, yeah... Hook... kind of... swears... You don't, really know the story, do you?

[WELL, technically this is PETER PAN, not Pupa Pan, so.. no kismesis shenanigans here! Besides, Equius doesn't know anything about that stupid story. It's for wrigglers, even if the black quadrant drama in it was rather well written.[

Of colt I know nothing about that moronic piece of literature! I was too busy focusing on REAL prestigious and respectfoal works of art.

Either way I will not play along with this charade. I must find Gamzee before he... Asserts his dominance on the rest of our group.

[Wow, Equius is really getting worked up pretty badly if he's horsepunning that much. And really, he's being a HUGE JERK right now. Knowing the story while Equius doesn't really puts him at an advantage!]

Uhh, Gamzee's not here right now? But even if he was, I really don't think that he'd be asserting anything, because that's not the kind of person he is. But, uhh, hey, do you hear that, Equius?

[Holds a hand up to his ear, as if listening to something very intently]

No, Gamzee has now taken his place in the hemospectrum, where he was always meant to be and has been acting as he should.

H-hear what? [He scowls, growing gravely silent to listen.]

Shooshshooshshoosh, Equius. Uhh, no more hemospectrum talk. Only listening now.

[He waits a bit, then glances at Equius, whispering very quietly]

Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Hook's afraid of an old dead clock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.

Edited 2011-09-01 00:14 (UTC)

[At first he just listens, and then, with each tick and with each tock his heart POUNDS in his chest, making his ears ring, his vision blurry, his body shake.]

[Fear.]

[Extreme amounts of fear, and not only that, but confusion as well. He's TERRIFIED but, he has no idea why, but... what, why does that, oh god... oh god he can't slow down his breathing and now he's starting to sweat a cold sweat.]

Oh...my ... oh my god, Tavros stop, what is THIS!? SILENCE! [His voice is shrieking, whining. It wouldn't be so horrible if he understood why this fear was hitting him. But it's a completely foreign feeling, like something forcing itself into his mind.]

Stop what, bro? I'm not doing anything. [He smiles sweetly at Equius, the very picture of innocence. Ohgosh,Equiuswasgoingtokillhim] I mean, it's not like I know all your weaknesses now, just because I read some silly book for wrigglers. That would be, pretty silly, you know?

And, that would mean I have, uhh, power over you. And that would be just scandalous.

[He... had... a point. And no oh god he's thinking about that. tavros, an orangeblood, a LOWBLOOD, a stuttering waste of genetic material had power over him. He's a blue blood, something greater, a troll born to do great things and live much longer then Tavros could ever hope, and that rust blood had power over him. He knew about some odd fear he couldn't explain, some fear that made him want to run and cover his ears and hope for it to go away.]

[Please, just ignore the rather bad sweat he's got going now, biting his lip as he stares down, trying not to think about how depraved that is.]

Nitram, you are to silence yourself immediately. Stop trotting-trying to test my nerves. You have no power...over me and you never will and I swear if you udder those words again I'll clip those wings once and for all. [...What?]

I...I mean I'll KILL you.. ugh...

[As long as Equius can't reach through the compact, and Tavros is clever enough to avoid him, Equius can't kill him, right?]

[Right. And after all, what was Hook without Pan around to torment him? But well, maybe he was pushing it... he sort of felt bad for taunting him so much... Even if Equius deserved it for being such a dick.]

Yeah, okay, I'll just, uhh, talk to you later then, I guess? When you're not feeling so, uhh, tockered out. [Man, he'd have to hit Dave up for some time puns. That would really get on Equius's last nerves, hehe.] But, uhh, you really should read the book pretty soon, because, well, that way you know what sort of things will be in store for you. I don't have to worry, being the protagonist and all, but a lot of, pretty nasty stuff, actually, happens to Hook.

So, good luck, okay? [He gives Equius a small smile and waves before closing his compact and cutting off the feed.]

[We'll see about that.]

[And Hook was a successful pirate with a dark past and crippling emotional issues, I think he could get by without torment every day. But that's not very entertaining for us muns now is it.]

[Equius is not a dick, he is a prestigious highblood and acts the way he was raised. Hold your tongue, you know nothing of higher breeding.]

[He stares at the compact for a bit, frowning. 'Nasty stuff?' He highly doubts he will be phased by any of it if this lowblood scum is telling the truth. And hopes to NOT see him again any time soon.]

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