kyeugh
onion witch
- Pronoun
- she/her
Chayer shook his head, eyes clamped shut. He was thoroughly disheartened, to say the least. "This is pathetic," he complained. "They won't last a minute." His skin changed colour abruptly, allowing him to blend into his surroundings. It was almost as though he had disappeared, but his black clothing still gave away his location.
"I can still see you, silly!" chirped a shrill, mirthful voice. "And they aren't hopeless. Don't feel so sorry for yourself all the time!"
Chayer did not feel much better about where he stood. He had damn near killed himself, and was forced to do nothing but watch as all his friends were slowly picked off, in order to get this far. And as a reward, he was left with a great lot of absolute idiots. "It doesn't seem fair," Chayer said at last, becoming translucent again. "We worked so hard to get this, and this is our reward? It's utter bullshit, if you ask me."
The girl behind him shrugged, her grey dress fluttering briefly in the wind. "Well, the game didn't ask you! And it really isn't fair. Sometimes you just have to play with the hand you're given, nay?"
Chayer frowned and turned about, facing Mocone. She was angelically beautiful, as she always was. Thick black hair fell in curls down her back and at the sides of her pale grey face. Her yellow eyes, now tinted a slight lilac. Her hands were folded behind her back, and she looked up at her moirail innocently.
"You're right, I guess," Chayer admitted, returning to full opacity. He enveloped Mocone in a loose hug. "As usual. I just don't like it, is all."
Mocone smiled at Chayer. "Well, I don't think they're idiots, if that helps at all!" She winked slightly, and squeezed Chayer a little tighter. "I think they're really cute! Maybe we can have some fun with them, nay?"
Chayer couldn't help but grin a little, too; but he suppressed most of the smile. "Hm. I guess that isn't out of the question." Chayer pulled away from Mocone and walked over to his computer, his Trollian window popping up upon prompt. He typed a name that he had seen through the Walls into the program:phantasmalTendril
"Yeah," Chayer said, sighing. "Yeah, they're hopeless. I suppose if they perish awful deaths... it's their own fault. I won't worry about it." Chayer grinned and grabbed Mocone's hand, leaving the room.
He needed to get out.
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Willow closed her computer aggressively. She hated Internet trolls! They existed solely to bother other people. It didn't make a lick of sense to her; why would you ever bother someone on purpose? Some people just had no sense at all.
She looked around her room. It was a cute little house, really. She lived in the Giant Willow Tree; the pods on the end had a special mechanism for flushing excess fluids and the like, but Willow had negotiated with the tree and it had allowed her to live in one of the pods. What a nice tree!
A few colourful posters were pinned on the surrounding walls; a hammock was perched in the corner somewhere, and her clothes had been strewn all over the pod messily. She wasn't really holding up her part of the deal with the tree; she had promised to keep the room tidy! Gathering up the clothes, Willow pulled out her clothes hamper and tossed all her dirty garments into it, like a basketball pro. She was getting good! With a little more practise, she could be the best.
Now that her room was tidy, Willow could resume transmission. Reopening her laptop lid, she began a conversation with one of her chums. The technical term for conversation-starting was "pestering," but Willow didn't like to think of it that way! She was sure all her friends enjoyed her company very much.
( OOC: Bad writing, sorry! I'm awful at starting roleplays, someone let me know if you want me to add anything to the first post! )
"I can still see you, silly!" chirped a shrill, mirthful voice. "And they aren't hopeless. Don't feel so sorry for yourself all the time!"
Chayer did not feel much better about where he stood. He had damn near killed himself, and was forced to do nothing but watch as all his friends were slowly picked off, in order to get this far. And as a reward, he was left with a great lot of absolute idiots. "It doesn't seem fair," Chayer said at last, becoming translucent again. "We worked so hard to get this, and this is our reward? It's utter bullshit, if you ask me."
The girl behind him shrugged, her grey dress fluttering briefly in the wind. "Well, the game didn't ask you! And it really isn't fair. Sometimes you just have to play with the hand you're given, nay?"
Chayer frowned and turned about, facing Mocone. She was angelically beautiful, as she always was. Thick black hair fell in curls down her back and at the sides of her pale grey face. Her yellow eyes, now tinted a slight lilac. Her hands were folded behind her back, and she looked up at her moirail innocently.
"You're right, I guess," Chayer admitted, returning to full opacity. He enveloped Mocone in a loose hug. "As usual. I just don't like it, is all."
Mocone smiled at Chayer. "Well, I don't think they're idiots, if that helps at all!" She winked slightly, and squeezed Chayer a little tighter. "I think they're really cute! Maybe we can have some fun with them, nay?"
Chayer couldn't help but grin a little, too; but he suppressed most of the smile. "Hm. I guess that isn't out of the question." Chayer pulled away from Mocone and walked over to his computer, his Trollian window popping up upon prompt. He typed a name that he had seen through the Walls into the program:phantasmalTendril
CI: Chello.
PT: chello??? what does that even mean, lol!
CI: Chm. I chadn't accounted for your lack of experience. It's a typing quirk of mine. I suppose what I meant to say was chello.
CI: *chello
CI: **chello
CI: Wchatever. You get tche point.
PT: uh i guess!!! who are you?? are you one of those Nasty Trolls?? my friends told me to stay away from you!
CI: You could say I'm a Nasty Troll, if you're into labels.
PT: ugh!! i knew it was only a matter of time before you guys started bugging me!!! go away, shoo fly!!!
CI: Wchatever. Chave fun dying a terrible deatch, you patchetic chuman.
PT: ok!! byyyeeeee!!!!
** PT blocked CI
PT: chello??? what does that even mean, lol!
CI: Chm. I chadn't accounted for your lack of experience. It's a typing quirk of mine. I suppose what I meant to say was chello.
CI: *chello
CI: **chello
CI: Wchatever. You get tche point.
PT: uh i guess!!! who are you?? are you one of those Nasty Trolls?? my friends told me to stay away from you!
CI: You could say I'm a Nasty Troll, if you're into labels.
PT: ugh!! i knew it was only a matter of time before you guys started bugging me!!! go away, shoo fly!!!
CI: Wchatever. Chave fun dying a terrible deatch, you patchetic chuman.
PT: ok!! byyyeeeee!!!!
** PT blocked CI
He needed to get out.
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Willow closed her computer aggressively. She hated Internet trolls! They existed solely to bother other people. It didn't make a lick of sense to her; why would you ever bother someone on purpose? Some people just had no sense at all.
She looked around her room. It was a cute little house, really. She lived in the Giant Willow Tree; the pods on the end had a special mechanism for flushing excess fluids and the like, but Willow had negotiated with the tree and it had allowed her to live in one of the pods. What a nice tree!
A few colourful posters were pinned on the surrounding walls; a hammock was perched in the corner somewhere, and her clothes had been strewn all over the pod messily. She wasn't really holding up her part of the deal with the tree; she had promised to keep the room tidy! Gathering up the clothes, Willow pulled out her clothes hamper and tossed all her dirty garments into it, like a basketball pro. She was getting good! With a little more practise, she could be the best.
Now that her room was tidy, Willow could resume transmission. Reopening her laptop lid, she began a conversation with one of her chums. The technical term for conversation-starting was "pestering," but Willow didn't like to think of it that way! She was sure all her friends enjoyed her company very much.
**phantasmalTendril began a conversation disconsolateSpume
PT: hi!!
PT: hi!!