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fleetlogs2014-11-25 01:55 pm
refiningspacetime) wrote in fleetlogs2014-11-25 01:55 pm
=> PHERES: Abscond.
=> PHERES: Abscond.
SUMMARY: Taking drinks from strangers is generally a bad idea. Pheres needs to be picked up from a party, but life is hard when your moirail is out of town and all of your friends are terrible. Luckily, there's always Fleetbound!
WARNINGS: None! Except for Pheres being thoroughly depressing in Lead him home.
THIS HAS BEEN FINALLY EDITED. For like the third time. Due to POV-switching shenanigans, you may occasionally encounter weird shifts / incorrect verb pluralisation at points that I missed in switching from 3rd person to 2nd person POV. Sorry! :c
For the most part, though, typoes should be fixed and continuity is now more accurate!
ALSO: Follow the story through the links above to ensure you're reading the correct, edited threads, please and thank youu
=> FLEETBOUND POST. [refiningSpacetime - FIN]
=> MARDUK: Call your guide. [FIN]
=> RICCIN: Retrieve the damsel in distress. [FIN]
=> HINNOM: Lead him home. [FIN]
=> FLEETBOUND POST. [activatingAggro- FIN]
=> SIPARA: Fetch your dumb moirail. [FIN]
=> PHERES: Wake up. [FIN]
=> MARDUK: Call your guide. [FIN]
=> RICCIN: Retrieve the damsel in distress. [FIN]
=> HINNOM: Lead him home. [FIN]
=> FLEETBOUND POST. [activatingAggro- FIN]
=> SIPARA: Fetch your dumb moirail. [FIN]
=> PHERES: Wake up. [FIN]
WARNINGS: None! Except for Pheres being thoroughly depressing in Lead him home.
THIS HAS BEEN FINALLY EDITED. For like the third time. Due to POV-switching shenanigans, you may occasionally encounter weird shifts / incorrect verb pluralisation at points that I missed in switching from 3rd person to 2nd person POV. Sorry! :c
For the most part, though, typoes should be fixed and continuity is now more accurate!
ALSO: Follow the story through the links above to ensure you're reading the correct, edited threads, please and thank youu
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She pats zir shoulder and steps back, and when ze turns zir head to peer at her, she's braced herself against the wall instead. "Is this distance sufficient?" she asks, and ze blinks.
"Umm.. it's aight," ze says, dubious. What is she doing? It must be a greenblood thing, some sort of manners bullshit: Marduk does that sort of thing, occasionally, getting all stiff and polite over weird shit. "You gonna have to scoot back on up in a min, though."
Ze turns back to the ladder, and gets to work.
As far as Hinnom's concerned, any troll could probably see ghosts, if they just tried. Most already do, as little flickers in the corners of their eye, and making them clear it up past that isn't exactly hard. It's just a matter of unfocusing your ganderbulbs, and letting them see what they want to see.
The room blurs, and what's left is the coloured blurs of trollish forms. Ze sent most of zir ghosts on hive when Marduk first pestered zir, but ze kept one leashed, just in case. The death rate in the city is high, and there's always ghosts around to wrangle if ze needs it, but it's easier to work with the ones ze knows.
Most of them are immaterial, barely more than blood-coloured blurs against the wall. They're barely more than imprints, remnants that've forgotten their names and forgotten their shapes, and the only real ghost is the big, hornless blue one, currently leashed to zim. He's frowning at them, arms folded, big fangy teeth working overtime on his bottom lip. "- can't believe you brought a jadeblood into the sewers," he says, as his voice fizzles and sizzles into zir hearing range.
(Ze can always hear ghosts, if ze wants: it's not like looking, where ze's gotta focus. It's like hearing two trolls muttering on the street corner as ze walks by: it's just a matter of paying attention.)
(For the most part, ze doesn't bother. If the ghosts want to get zir attention, then they'll holler. But for the most part, all they want to do is whine, whine, whine.)
"Cry more," ze jeers. Castor's the first ghost ze ever leashed, and he's just a big whiny grub, always acting like he's trying to be zir moirail -- or, worse yet, zir lusus. He was pleased as punch when ze and Mardie started getting friendly, but if he had things his way, he'd have Hinnom as stiff-laced as one of her academy pals. "Buck up and bounce, dude? I don't wanna get jumped."
He sighs and gives zim a look, the sort that means ze'll be hearing shit later. Whatevs: when Castor's not complaining, that's when there's a problem. He disappears up the ladder, balancing each foot and pulling with his arms like he still needs to do that shit, and a moment later, ze hears his voice call down:
"All clear."
Ze bounces. "Okay," ze chirps, spinning on their heel to snatch Marduk's hand. She's looking at zim like ze's speaking tongues, but she gets that face a lot. Hinnom tugs her towards the ladder: they'll climb up first, of course, but poor Mardie's blind as a bat, and ze doesn't trust she won't go falling into the pipes as soon as ze turns zir back. "Let's bail!"
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