a game of X
spider laughter is like little silver bells. did you know that? well, you do now.
Trilogee dances over to the spider, giggling merrily. "I do so love playing, and making, and building. Sometimes, we let me make. We are here to play!"
ibael flourishes hands that hold seeds. "We have made too little of late Only the same same old. Play?"
Trilogee spins once, on one toe. "What shall we play?"
ibael says, "The game of X."
ibael executes a complex little dance step. Her hands clasp her breasts at the end sinking into a pose her hands cross across her face.
Trilogee hops from one foot to the other, clapping merrily. "How do we play?"
ibael grins peeping from behind her fingers fondling her own white nipples "once we knew once we had pretty little purple rules (oh they were so beautifully laid out and so wonderfully pure) but Someone stole the pieces and Someone hid them in her bones and Someone hid and wouldn't play!"
Trilogee frowns a little, looking thoughtful. "So we play until we rediscover the rules!" This idea seems to brighten her considerably.
ibael's runes melt from her body pooling in swirls of green spiralling dripping down her legs her underside "we were always picked last"
ibael grins. "You go first!"
Trilogee instantiates masks enough for everybody. Simple black fabric, holes simply cut for the eyes. They do, of course, perfectly fit whomever picks them up. "We need masks."
"Ever are masks a game," ibael coos balancing on one pointed foot the others splayed out all angles hands aspike.
ibael swipes up the mask and there she is: anonymized now. Who is she?
Trilogee pulls on her own mask, and bounces the ball with great, loud, hollow noises. "The score is [] to []! Serve!" She throws the ball high into the air, and spikes it into the ground forcefully, making it bounce. High.
ibael crouches anticipates pauses- A leap. Hang time. A perfect leap a glorious leap and her body twirls and her arms are a hoop and her legs are a hoop and her arms are a hoop and her legs are a hoop and she touches the ball not. "[] to <3 !" she carols.
Trilogee runs for the ball, diving diving diving, and bumps the ball just before it hits the ground. As she slides, she hits a time warp, the ball moving slower, sound moving slower, air thick as water. The ball rises, slowly, as she heaves herself to her feet as if swimming.
ibael falls for the ground like a comet speeding to the ball stars flying behind her/a flurry of motion/there is a twitch of abdomen/and tethered by silk the ball whizzes out spinning through the air flying flying far through a swirling hoop of Orrey flight suddenly curved at right angles as silk-trail is caught and a new tug provided-
Trilogee rises, rises, and reaches to catch the ball, hand flowing through water, cutting like a knife, to catch hold, join that momentum, voice giggling madly, slowed into a low chuckle.
ibael opens up, a splaying of panels, screaming through the air on jets of bright red (blood?) to thump into Trilogee's legs murder caroling from her throat
Trilogee's legs buckle, but her grip remains fast, holding the ball as if it were her life, the only thing that would keep her. Wings spread wide, stirring thick dense-air, struggling toward the Cube Tree.
ibael pauses hanging onto a wing and pokes herself "personal foul one triangle to the affronted party" and suddenly she is closed again sliding her hands up Trilogee lips pressed to the back of her neck a moment then a push-off a laugh ten dainty leaps
Trilogee seems to snap out of her time-warp, slamming into the Cube Tree harmlessly, crumpling onto the ground. Another moment, and she stands, holding the ball high. "Cube to <4! The Undanger Rules are in effect!"
ibael digs claws into the ground holding firm a moment eyeing the field "spider calls for the golden apple," she whispers, holding her hands out with a second ball in them. "spike!" and onto the ground with a round full sound and into the air it goes.
spider diving for the tree grinning blurring shards of glass floruished from her fingers sinking into first-made ball popping blasting blowing. "transformation rule, all faces change to match the new ball!"
inhatti whirls round the tree hanging from the trunk with one glitter-bleeding fist grinning: tagteam.
Buck has arrived.
Buck flips his hair back. "Greetings, my target audience!"
Coalesce has arrived.
Trilogee swirls, rising into the air, skin changing hues, slowly to crimson, catching the new ball before it reaches the peak of its ascent, spinning once, and tossing it to inhatti with a hiss. "Two can play that game!"
inhatti and Trilogee are locked in a game of... "X", they said. The score stands at ++ to <3 <3. There are sprays of glitter and abandoned whiz lines everywhere.
Buck says, "Whoa, hey, what's this? Folks caught the Catch?"
Buck ashes his cigar, "Hope it's contagious!"
Trilogee lands, on bended knee, not the same skin she wore earlier. "Help us find the rules! Nobody can remember them!"
Trilogee tosses a black fabric mask to Buck, simple holes cut where the eyes belong. It will fit perfectly. Of course it will. "Play!"
inhatti grins, and lifts her hands to catch the ball - or for the ball to meet her. "we thank thee," she laughs, kissing the ball and stepping sideways through the metal trunk of the Tree. "we think we are losing." And the ball is tossed in the air and the salamander twists coat whirling around her to bat it hard with her tail...
Buck snickers, "How do ya join in, gotta get someone already infected to bite ya?" He catches the mask. "Oh, so that's the way you like it?" He ties it around his head and flips his hair out over it. "No rules huh? Are we playin' full contact?"
Trilogee instantiates a large, pink, rubber baseball bat, and swings! She misses the ball by a mile, and scores exactly .00006 points. "Full contact, full exertion, full distortion, full everything! Find your own rules, for we forgot!"
Coalesce dives off to one side, when he realizes what's going on, and hastily erects a complicated net in the Cube Tree's branches, labeling it 'GOAL' with glowing holographic letters. He turns into a ball and dives through it several times. "One kajillion points to me!"
Buck points to Coalesce! "Foul! Ya didn't do it wearin' the funny hat!" which he instantiates, props up on his head, and starts climbing up the tree toward the GOAL net.
inhatti catches Coalesce in her mouth. [ Eeeewww! Silver saliva! ] "Moormph mmf MMMF mhhh mmmf," she says around him, and then dives through him as he hangs in the goal. "I gain Illumination," she claims.
Coalesce bursts with flying light. "ILLUMINA ROUND ONE!" The sunsphere supernovas.
Trilogee runs, aimlessly. "First person to find the off switch gains Q points!"
Buck cheers! "Five hundred everyone for points!"
Coalesce points at Buck, shadowed in the heatflash. "Foul on the Ball. Everyone is now the Balls. The goal is each other."
Coalesce flicks a switch on and off. Nothing happens. "Hot damn I'm dreaming."
inhatti sprouts wings of veins and plastic and buzzes through the air eyes alight to light on Buck clinging coiling grinning. Kissing. "Seduction: & points! Ohhh, take me!"
Trilogee refinds the old ball, bouncing it with a full, round sound, and throws it toward Coalesce. "Tag! You're Thorn!"
Buck squints, "That's a goal I very much approve of!" mmmm, kisses. He loses his footing and suddenly grabs hold of inhatti. "Three legged race! Ready go!"
Coalesce turns into a long conical shape, and impales the ball on it. "The ball gets the point!" He swells and the ball bursts, showering everything with miniature fiery salamanders. "Salamandastron tournament! I declare this to be a Python free zone! All must cease being pythons!"
Trilogee snaps her fingers, and recodes herself in Visual Basic. She is out for four clicks.
inhatti looks up, her tongue flickering her body lengthening coiling around Buck. "But slither limbless is too much fun!"
Buck makes sure to sing the caduceus song and scores medecine three truckloads of penecillin.
Coalesce points to a big timer on the wallfield. It counts down from Quelenteen. "Time remaining in Purple round."
Coalesce immediately spray paints everyone purple.
Buck pulls off his arms and legs. "It's as if all of reality as I knew it is meltin' away..." he arranges them into a wheel and rolls it into the cube tree which clatters like bowling pins, only to slap itself back together
Trilogee pouts, returning to normal-state? maybe-state? and rising into the air on four wings. "But we are not purple. We are red and grey and--EEEEEE!"
inhatti reforms salamander and the chase is on, the net is in her hands and her eyes is on a ball.
inhatti says, "rule 23. no points may be scored whilst purple."
Coalesce runs from the Inhatti-creature. The perceptions have been altered in her skewed perspective so that he is the ball.
Buck runs toward the ball. "Rule 24: there is no rule 23."
inhatti grins, grabbing the ball throwing it through a flag lights gleam and shout 'goal' and Inhatti grins. "no points to me."
Coalesce says, "I AM a PercepLock. You are the goalers. I am the BALL. "
inhatti says, "rule triangle. we are watching.""
Coalesce says, "The ball may score whilst purple. Rule XYT. "
Buck bounces Coalesce off his head and into the fourth wall. A buzzer goes off. Players duck.
A player reaches in to kiss her hateful mask.
Quack.
Trilogee hisses, regrown talons clacking on the ground madly for a moment before pouncing for Coalesce, skittering and clicking like kittens on linoleum.
Coalesce frowns at the crack on the inside of his screen.
There was a fourth wall?
Coalesce splatters upon impact with the bird creature. Droplets of him spread /everywhere/ as if he had been made of gumballs. Now there's thousands of balls. None of them but one are purple.
[OOC] Walls are made to be broken.
Trilogee rings, "Third wall is dead! Long live the qing!"
Buck picks up any ball and passes it to himself. The ball then passes him to Trilogee.
inhatti pulls ribbon-bound hoops from her pockets and throws them everywhere. They careen through the air. "Find the goal. Find the way. Find the secrets find Yourself."
Trilogee catches Buck with glee, sure to plant a warmhot kiss and a firm grab somewhere suggestive but not improper. Sharp teeth grin broadly. "We caught him!"
Buck gives Trilogee a trophy. Which includes such items as tongue. Not necessarily in the mouth.
Coalesce dives through a hoop and vanishes, reappearing out of another hoop nearer to inhatti.
Blue returns to his senses and then manifests a gladiatorial suit around himself. Appropriately, it is a bright shade of qing.
Coalesce lands in inhatti's lap. The other balls were ruses.
Coalesce says, "Score! "
Round two: Sensuality.
inhatti fastens her coat around Coalesce and drinks him. "We all win in X. Round two. XX." And her sleekslimed hands pluge into the plasm, fondling him within, teasing probing caressing, slim lizard body moving, eyelashes fluttering.
Trilogee giggles madly, for she is not mad. She enjoys every minute of it. Gentle talon, careful and warm toys at Buck's ear. Playfully hurt, she speaks, "They scored before us."
Buck retracts his tongue for an instant. "Only by either 6 or 18 hour-points!"
inhatti says, "One to two to three to four. Second round, second round."
Coalesce is in the lizard. And without. Paradigm and paradox. Solidity thus far refuses to reassert itself beneath her hands. But oh, the meal she has drunk, drunken, the XX in the belly spawning delicious memories, other people's knowings and comings and goings.
It has all Coalesced.
inhatti remembers, and her body remembers. And too much of her remembers. But for now she forgets. She forgot the rules; what else can she forget? Not the warm feeling of a body around her, no.
Not the smell of someone against her, not the touch on her scales.
His body is his sacrement, the blood and the wine, so many things locked up inside. She drinks and takes and eats. Yet he is not broken for you. A slender ripple of what remains slides around the lizard's waist, questing.
inhatti parts her limbs inviting opening. Purring. And she is warm, for such a cold thing.
Trilogee grins warmly, teeth sharp and gleeful, reaching to run a long talon through Buck's hair. "We have made happiness anew. We are prideful and vain. Will you join our pride?"
Coalesce whispers to the lizard. "Bezier curves you have, dear girl." And floods, inward through what portals may be. Not rending but infiltrating, seeping into the cracks made ready. The plasm is warm as the salamander is warm. A passing fire-salamander stops in wonder, landing on the larger cousin's shoulder.
Buck grinds his hips up against Trilogee. "Rowr, baby! If you want a pride then just call me the Lion King!"
Trilogee blinks several times, then giggles. "Oh, such a joke! Such a joke! Such a joke we had never thought of! How clever, how wonderfully clever!"
inhatti arches and moans and tosses her head, twisting and falling and laughing. And her body is a knot of pleasure.
A pleasant androgynous voice announces, "Now entering Shaka Zulu. "
salamander on her hands and knees, tail in the air, swaying and moaning and wanton. licked by a firey miniature, body filled with water, she hangs betwixt elements.
He finds the knot, ties it loop upon loop, topology of pleasure haunting down the powerlines into the lizard's mind, turning klein bottles into hidden vessels to be filled with the Principia Materia. He is the element. The strings of lust entwine, a Gordian knot, until the sword of Damocles slices through it. Contraction. Reduction.
Convolution, recomplication.
She is involuted she is fractal she is layered. She is masked, still. Even in animal passion she is masked.
Redblack fists curl and claws rake down her front for even Sweet and Nice she still is what she is: blood drips and she screams. A delighted, delightful scream.
Buck slips off the mask around his eyes. There's a sound not unlike a record needle scratching. "Wait, wait, I can't do this. I'm... I'm sorry..." he looks at Trilogee with a pained expression, and, totally embarassed, makes a run for it.
Buck calls the lift and descends into the Transit Nexus.
Blue raises his eyebrows. "Harsh."
Trilogee pouts, drooping to the ground. "We feel gypped."
Blue nods. "Yeah. Whatever it was must have seriously upset him - it's like he stopped existing."
Trilogee nods, and stands, wrinkling her nose and screwing up her face in a very childish way. "We will not stop being happy. We will hold no grudges, nor will we take revenge. We are good, upstanding people." She sticks out her tongue, then pauses. "But I want to tickle him later."
the claws rake and tear, but forgotten is the invasion...blood drips but it is only him, inherent in the secret coursings of her veins, the plasm has replaced what was inside for now sliding slippering guts out. Among sentient liquids steaming from inclusion into foreign bodies. She is what she is, until she is he.
inhatti's body is a beckoning beacon, scent and pose and laughter and merge. Silver memories and blue.
Blue grins at Trilogee and nods. "Tickling is the best revenge."
Coalesce is forever the merge, the drug, the blood. Impossible digestion taking in so much so far so huge a task, he knows no overload. Stealing away from the salamander what he may, will she know? Will she wake up and be the same, always the same? Something added, something gone, something new, something worn and faded colorless given a paintsplatter. Ah, there is always the knives.
inhatti says, "Feathers. Feathers are good for tickling."
Trilogee grins, perking up. "Do you believe so?" A pause. "But we said no revenge." Then she brightens up again. "Feathers feathers we all have feathers!" Her raven-wings spread wide with a WHOOSH of air.
Blue shrugs. "Feathers are good for tickling. So are claws." Then he grins at Trilogee. "It's a clayton's revenge - the revenge you get when you're not being vengeful."
inhatti is stasis is self-hate is... sometimes change. Who was she once and who has she tried to become? Lies lies truths and lies, hiding herself. Oh, and her belly quivers when she comes. Another thing you learnt, tonight.
Blue grins at inhatti. "Ah yes, I remember you. The honest one." He bows. "I apologise for my failure."
Trilogee looks thoughtful, counting on her fingers like a child counting over ten. A few numbers that are hardly numbers slip out from her lips as she counts. "Eleventy-Q, Nteen, fifty-seventy... I believe you're right! Oh, how delightful! How simply delightful!" She bounces, giggling, clapping to herself.
Blue smiles broadly at Trilogee. "You're cute."
Trilogee blinks, and smiles broadly at Blue. This involves a lot of teeth, all of which are perfectly pointed and black. "We thank you, we thank you!"
Coalesce takes in, takes all in, the truth and towering mountain of lies that bury the half-truth, processing reprocessing, knowing memories in instants. Sobbing. Laughing. Crying. He sits up, an organ or two of the salamander's still jiggling inside him. To inhatti: "O I know You. Let me fall. Let me fly. Though the phoenix may or may not arise." To the world. "Round Three. Ninja Ontology. Fight."
Coalesce reaches inside him, and hands inhatti back her still-beating heart.
Blue clasps his hands together and bows to Coalesce. "Death is not dying, which is not rebirth. But play the game the right way around, and the stone egg will hatch."
inhatti eyes Blue. "We enjoyed the death." She giggles, and takes off her mask, wrapping it about her heart. "Never phoenix, never fire. Always cold carapace and gravity." Her thumbs dig into the beating organ. "This eve we do not fight."
Trilogee giggles, clapping to herself, kicking her feet out, sitting on nothing. "We played! We played! We all played! It was a delight, may we play again please?"
Blue bows to inhatti. "I'm glad to hear that." Then he grins at Trilogee. "Aren't we playing already? You forgot to fall."
Things trailed off into OOC. It's good to have a scene with Little Miss Self-Hate that doesn't involve horror; she tends to be a bit of a mirror. Though she's always a little bit horrible and nasty and death-uncaring, though she sometimes just wants to be a Bad Mood at people... she can be strangely nice.
The next day she was even helpful.
Trilogee dances over to the spider, giggling merrily. "I do so love playing, and making, and building. Sometimes, we let me make. We are here to play!"
ibael flourishes hands that hold seeds. "We have made too little of late Only the same same old. Play?"
Trilogee spins once, on one toe. "What shall we play?"
ibael says, "The game of X."
ibael executes a complex little dance step. Her hands clasp her breasts at the end sinking into a pose her hands cross across her face.
Trilogee hops from one foot to the other, clapping merrily. "How do we play?"
ibael grins peeping from behind her fingers fondling her own white nipples "once we knew once we had pretty little purple rules (oh they were so beautifully laid out and so wonderfully pure) but Someone stole the pieces and Someone hid them in her bones and Someone hid and wouldn't play!"
Trilogee frowns a little, looking thoughtful. "So we play until we rediscover the rules!" This idea seems to brighten her considerably.
ibael's runes melt from her body pooling in swirls of green spiralling dripping down her legs her underside "we were always picked last"
ibael grins. "You go first!"
Trilogee instantiates masks enough for everybody. Simple black fabric, holes simply cut for the eyes. They do, of course, perfectly fit whomever picks them up. "We need masks."
"Ever are masks a game," ibael coos balancing on one pointed foot the others splayed out all angles hands aspike.
ibael swipes up the mask and there she is: anonymized now. Who is she?
Trilogee pulls on her own mask, and bounces the ball with great, loud, hollow noises. "The score is [] to []! Serve!" She throws the ball high into the air, and spikes it into the ground forcefully, making it bounce. High.
ibael crouches anticipates pauses- A leap. Hang time. A perfect leap a glorious leap and her body twirls and her arms are a hoop and her legs are a hoop and her arms are a hoop and her legs are a hoop and she touches the ball not. "[] to <3 !" she carols.
Trilogee runs for the ball, diving diving diving, and bumps the ball just before it hits the ground. As she slides, she hits a time warp, the ball moving slower, sound moving slower, air thick as water. The ball rises, slowly, as she heaves herself to her feet as if swimming.
ibael falls for the ground like a comet speeding to the ball stars flying behind her/a flurry of motion/there is a twitch of abdomen/and tethered by silk the ball whizzes out spinning through the air flying flying far through a swirling hoop of Orrey flight suddenly curved at right angles as silk-trail is caught and a new tug provided-
Trilogee rises, rises, and reaches to catch the ball, hand flowing through water, cutting like a knife, to catch hold, join that momentum, voice giggling madly, slowed into a low chuckle.
ibael opens up, a splaying of panels, screaming through the air on jets of bright red (blood?) to thump into Trilogee's legs murder caroling from her throat
Trilogee's legs buckle, but her grip remains fast, holding the ball as if it were her life, the only thing that would keep her. Wings spread wide, stirring thick dense-air, struggling toward the Cube Tree.
ibael pauses hanging onto a wing and pokes herself "personal foul one triangle to the affronted party" and suddenly she is closed again sliding her hands up Trilogee lips pressed to the back of her neck a moment then a push-off a laugh ten dainty leaps
Trilogee seems to snap out of her time-warp, slamming into the Cube Tree harmlessly, crumpling onto the ground. Another moment, and she stands, holding the ball high. "Cube to <4! The Undanger Rules are in effect!"
ibael digs claws into the ground holding firm a moment eyeing the field "spider calls for the golden apple," she whispers, holding her hands out with a second ball in them. "spike!" and onto the ground with a round full sound and into the air it goes.
spider diving for the tree grinning blurring shards of glass floruished from her fingers sinking into first-made ball popping blasting blowing. "transformation rule, all faces change to match the new ball!"
inhatti whirls round the tree hanging from the trunk with one glitter-bleeding fist grinning: tagteam.
Buck has arrived.
Buck flips his hair back. "Greetings, my target audience!"
Coalesce has arrived.
Trilogee swirls, rising into the air, skin changing hues, slowly to crimson, catching the new ball before it reaches the peak of its ascent, spinning once, and tossing it to inhatti with a hiss. "Two can play that game!"
inhatti and Trilogee are locked in a game of... "X", they said. The score stands at ++ to <3 <3. There are sprays of glitter and abandoned whiz lines everywhere.
Buck says, "Whoa, hey, what's this? Folks caught the Catch?"
Buck ashes his cigar, "Hope it's contagious!"
Trilogee lands, on bended knee, not the same skin she wore earlier. "Help us find the rules! Nobody can remember them!"
Trilogee tosses a black fabric mask to Buck, simple holes cut where the eyes belong. It will fit perfectly. Of course it will. "Play!"
inhatti grins, and lifts her hands to catch the ball - or for the ball to meet her. "we thank thee," she laughs, kissing the ball and stepping sideways through the metal trunk of the Tree. "we think we are losing." And the ball is tossed in the air and the salamander twists coat whirling around her to bat it hard with her tail...
Buck snickers, "How do ya join in, gotta get someone already infected to bite ya?" He catches the mask. "Oh, so that's the way you like it?" He ties it around his head and flips his hair out over it. "No rules huh? Are we playin' full contact?"
Trilogee instantiates a large, pink, rubber baseball bat, and swings! She misses the ball by a mile, and scores exactly .00006 points. "Full contact, full exertion, full distortion, full everything! Find your own rules, for we forgot!"
Coalesce dives off to one side, when he realizes what's going on, and hastily erects a complicated net in the Cube Tree's branches, labeling it 'GOAL' with glowing holographic letters. He turns into a ball and dives through it several times. "One kajillion points to me!"
Buck points to Coalesce! "Foul! Ya didn't do it wearin' the funny hat!" which he instantiates, props up on his head, and starts climbing up the tree toward the GOAL net.
inhatti catches Coalesce in her mouth. [ Eeeewww! Silver saliva! ] "Moormph mmf MMMF mhhh mmmf," she says around him, and then dives through him as he hangs in the goal. "I gain Illumination," she claims.
Coalesce bursts with flying light. "ILLUMINA ROUND ONE!" The sunsphere supernovas.
Trilogee runs, aimlessly. "First person to find the off switch gains Q points!"
Buck cheers! "Five hundred everyone for points!"
Coalesce points at Buck, shadowed in the heatflash. "Foul on the Ball. Everyone is now the Balls. The goal is each other."
Coalesce flicks a switch on and off. Nothing happens. "Hot damn I'm dreaming."
inhatti sprouts wings of veins and plastic and buzzes through the air eyes alight to light on Buck clinging coiling grinning. Kissing. "Seduction: & points! Ohhh, take me!"
Trilogee refinds the old ball, bouncing it with a full, round sound, and throws it toward Coalesce. "Tag! You're Thorn!"
Buck squints, "That's a goal I very much approve of!" mmmm, kisses. He loses his footing and suddenly grabs hold of inhatti. "Three legged race! Ready go!"
Coalesce turns into a long conical shape, and impales the ball on it. "The ball gets the point!" He swells and the ball bursts, showering everything with miniature fiery salamanders. "Salamandastron tournament! I declare this to be a Python free zone! All must cease being pythons!"
Trilogee snaps her fingers, and recodes herself in Visual Basic. She is out for four clicks.
inhatti looks up, her tongue flickering her body lengthening coiling around Buck. "But slither limbless is too much fun!"
Buck makes sure to sing the caduceus song and scores medecine three truckloads of penecillin.
Coalesce points to a big timer on the wallfield. It counts down from Quelenteen. "Time remaining in Purple round."
Coalesce immediately spray paints everyone purple.
Buck pulls off his arms and legs. "It's as if all of reality as I knew it is meltin' away..." he arranges them into a wheel and rolls it into the cube tree which clatters like bowling pins, only to slap itself back together
Trilogee pouts, returning to normal-state? maybe-state? and rising into the air on four wings. "But we are not purple. We are red and grey and--EEEEEE!"
inhatti reforms salamander and the chase is on, the net is in her hands and her eyes is on a ball.
inhatti says, "rule 23. no points may be scored whilst purple."
Coalesce runs from the Inhatti-creature. The perceptions have been altered in her skewed perspective so that he is the ball.
Buck runs toward the ball. "Rule 24: there is no rule 23."
inhatti grins, grabbing the ball throwing it through a flag lights gleam and shout 'goal' and Inhatti grins. "no points to me."
Coalesce says, "I AM a PercepLock. You are the goalers. I am the BALL. "
inhatti says, "rule triangle. we are watching.""
Coalesce says, "The ball may score whilst purple. Rule XYT. "
Buck bounces Coalesce off his head and into the fourth wall. A buzzer goes off. Players duck.
A player reaches in to kiss her hateful mask.
Quack.
Trilogee hisses, regrown talons clacking on the ground madly for a moment before pouncing for Coalesce, skittering and clicking like kittens on linoleum.
Coalesce frowns at the crack on the inside of his screen.
There was a fourth wall?
Coalesce splatters upon impact with the bird creature. Droplets of him spread /everywhere/ as if he had been made of gumballs. Now there's thousands of balls. None of them but one are purple.
[OOC] Walls are made to be broken.
Trilogee rings, "Third wall is dead! Long live the qing!"
Buck picks up any ball and passes it to himself. The ball then passes him to Trilogee.
inhatti pulls ribbon-bound hoops from her pockets and throws them everywhere. They careen through the air. "Find the goal. Find the way. Find the secrets find Yourself."
Trilogee catches Buck with glee, sure to plant a warmhot kiss and a firm grab somewhere suggestive but not improper. Sharp teeth grin broadly. "We caught him!"
Buck gives Trilogee a trophy. Which includes such items as tongue. Not necessarily in the mouth.
Coalesce dives through a hoop and vanishes, reappearing out of another hoop nearer to inhatti.
Blue returns to his senses and then manifests a gladiatorial suit around himself. Appropriately, it is a bright shade of qing.
Coalesce lands in inhatti's lap. The other balls were ruses.
Coalesce says, "Score! "
Round two: Sensuality.
inhatti fastens her coat around Coalesce and drinks him. "We all win in X. Round two. XX." And her sleekslimed hands pluge into the plasm, fondling him within, teasing probing caressing, slim lizard body moving, eyelashes fluttering.
Trilogee giggles madly, for she is not mad. She enjoys every minute of it. Gentle talon, careful and warm toys at Buck's ear. Playfully hurt, she speaks, "They scored before us."
Buck retracts his tongue for an instant. "Only by either 6 or 18 hour-points!"
inhatti says, "One to two to three to four. Second round, second round."
Coalesce is in the lizard. And without. Paradigm and paradox. Solidity thus far refuses to reassert itself beneath her hands. But oh, the meal she has drunk, drunken, the XX in the belly spawning delicious memories, other people's knowings and comings and goings.
It has all Coalesced.
inhatti remembers, and her body remembers. And too much of her remembers. But for now she forgets. She forgot the rules; what else can she forget? Not the warm feeling of a body around her, no.
Not the smell of someone against her, not the touch on her scales.
His body is his sacrement, the blood and the wine, so many things locked up inside. She drinks and takes and eats. Yet he is not broken for you. A slender ripple of what remains slides around the lizard's waist, questing.
inhatti parts her limbs inviting opening. Purring. And she is warm, for such a cold thing.
Trilogee grins warmly, teeth sharp and gleeful, reaching to run a long talon through Buck's hair. "We have made happiness anew. We are prideful and vain. Will you join our pride?"
Coalesce whispers to the lizard. "Bezier curves you have, dear girl." And floods, inward through what portals may be. Not rending but infiltrating, seeping into the cracks made ready. The plasm is warm as the salamander is warm. A passing fire-salamander stops in wonder, landing on the larger cousin's shoulder.
Buck grinds his hips up against Trilogee. "Rowr, baby! If you want a pride then just call me the Lion King!"
Trilogee blinks several times, then giggles. "Oh, such a joke! Such a joke! Such a joke we had never thought of! How clever, how wonderfully clever!"
inhatti arches and moans and tosses her head, twisting and falling and laughing. And her body is a knot of pleasure.
A pleasant androgynous voice announces, "Now entering Shaka Zulu. "
salamander on her hands and knees, tail in the air, swaying and moaning and wanton. licked by a firey miniature, body filled with water, she hangs betwixt elements.
He finds the knot, ties it loop upon loop, topology of pleasure haunting down the powerlines into the lizard's mind, turning klein bottles into hidden vessels to be filled with the Principia Materia. He is the element. The strings of lust entwine, a Gordian knot, until the sword of Damocles slices through it. Contraction. Reduction.
Convolution, recomplication.
She is involuted she is fractal she is layered. She is masked, still. Even in animal passion she is masked.
Redblack fists curl and claws rake down her front for even Sweet and Nice she still is what she is: blood drips and she screams. A delighted, delightful scream.
Buck slips off the mask around his eyes. There's a sound not unlike a record needle scratching. "Wait, wait, I can't do this. I'm... I'm sorry..." he looks at Trilogee with a pained expression, and, totally embarassed, makes a run for it.
Buck calls the lift and descends into the Transit Nexus.
Blue raises his eyebrows. "Harsh."
Trilogee pouts, drooping to the ground. "We feel gypped."
Blue nods. "Yeah. Whatever it was must have seriously upset him - it's like he stopped existing."
Trilogee nods, and stands, wrinkling her nose and screwing up her face in a very childish way. "We will not stop being happy. We will hold no grudges, nor will we take revenge. We are good, upstanding people." She sticks out her tongue, then pauses. "But I want to tickle him later."
the claws rake and tear, but forgotten is the invasion...blood drips but it is only him, inherent in the secret coursings of her veins, the plasm has replaced what was inside for now sliding slippering guts out. Among sentient liquids steaming from inclusion into foreign bodies. She is what she is, until she is he.
inhatti's body is a beckoning beacon, scent and pose and laughter and merge. Silver memories and blue.
Blue grins at Trilogee and nods. "Tickling is the best revenge."
Coalesce is forever the merge, the drug, the blood. Impossible digestion taking in so much so far so huge a task, he knows no overload. Stealing away from the salamander what he may, will she know? Will she wake up and be the same, always the same? Something added, something gone, something new, something worn and faded colorless given a paintsplatter. Ah, there is always the knives.
inhatti says, "Feathers. Feathers are good for tickling."
Trilogee grins, perking up. "Do you believe so?" A pause. "But we said no revenge." Then she brightens up again. "Feathers feathers we all have feathers!" Her raven-wings spread wide with a WHOOSH of air.
Blue shrugs. "Feathers are good for tickling. So are claws." Then he grins at Trilogee. "It's a clayton's revenge - the revenge you get when you're not being vengeful."
inhatti is stasis is self-hate is... sometimes change. Who was she once and who has she tried to become? Lies lies truths and lies, hiding herself. Oh, and her belly quivers when she comes. Another thing you learnt, tonight.
Blue grins at inhatti. "Ah yes, I remember you. The honest one." He bows. "I apologise for my failure."
Trilogee looks thoughtful, counting on her fingers like a child counting over ten. A few numbers that are hardly numbers slip out from her lips as she counts. "Eleventy-Q, Nteen, fifty-seventy... I believe you're right! Oh, how delightful! How simply delightful!" She bounces, giggling, clapping to herself.
Blue smiles broadly at Trilogee. "You're cute."
Trilogee blinks, and smiles broadly at Blue. This involves a lot of teeth, all of which are perfectly pointed and black. "We thank you, we thank you!"
Coalesce takes in, takes all in, the truth and towering mountain of lies that bury the half-truth, processing reprocessing, knowing memories in instants. Sobbing. Laughing. Crying. He sits up, an organ or two of the salamander's still jiggling inside him. To inhatti: "O I know You. Let me fall. Let me fly. Though the phoenix may or may not arise." To the world. "Round Three. Ninja Ontology. Fight."
Coalesce reaches inside him, and hands inhatti back her still-beating heart.
Blue clasps his hands together and bows to Coalesce. "Death is not dying, which is not rebirth. But play the game the right way around, and the stone egg will hatch."
inhatti eyes Blue. "We enjoyed the death." She giggles, and takes off her mask, wrapping it about her heart. "Never phoenix, never fire. Always cold carapace and gravity." Her thumbs dig into the beating organ. "This eve we do not fight."
Trilogee giggles, clapping to herself, kicking her feet out, sitting on nothing. "We played! We played! We all played! It was a delight, may we play again please?"
Blue bows to inhatti. "I'm glad to hear that." Then he grins at Trilogee. "Aren't we playing already? You forgot to fall."
Things trailed off into OOC. It's good to have a scene with Little Miss Self-Hate that doesn't involve horror; she tends to be a bit of a mirror. Though she's always a little bit horrible and nasty and death-uncaring, though she sometimes just wants to be a Bad Mood at people... she can be strangely nice.
The next day she was even helpful.