you thiink thii2 ii2 hard two read, you 2hould 2ee how 2ome of the dumba22e2 ii know attempt two communiicate. iit ii2n't pretty.
and i'm not doing it because i'm stupid or anything. what's the point of typing like this? all bland and boring and anonymous. so what if my blood's yellow? i'm not a snob.
ii dont know what a ryokan ii2. ii2 iit a thiing that2 out of the 2un??
[Reaction] Because I have to...tenpa_tantrumJune 27 2011, 04:40:09 UTC
[His first thought is that perhaps it is a child. Keysmashing randomly between words? Maybe?
Or maybe it's someone with some form of severe mental retardation?
Or maybe they're high?
Maybe they're trying to talk in a language that isn't their first language? Except that the Hitomi translates things, so they're no need for that, and it doesn't explain the random...
Wait. Wait. He's seen that before. He had gone through that video game phase, after all...
What the actual fuck is someone doing texting on the Hitomi in that kind of childish chatspeak..? And that still doesn't explain all the 'two' for 'to' and the other ridiculousness.
He cannot rationally respond to this person. Or at least, not until he scribbles down the text, corrects it in his notebook in red pen, and stares at it as it should be for a long moment.
He's still not sure that some of those words are... words.]
Leo has read many things. Many, MANY things. But none of them quite so poorly written and... is that even supposed to be English? It seems like a childish attempt to maim the alphabet.
Maybe it's that horrendous text that makes it impossible to ignore. It kind of sits there as if taunting him until he figures it out. It's not just random. There is a system to it, albeit a strange one. That piques his curiosity enough to make him put up with the unique 'coding' and type out a response.]
[Elfangor just stares bemusedly at the text for a long moment, needing a moment to adjust to the eye-searing color and... coded terminology...?
But then he notices the pattern, and while he doesn't understand why this person would speak in such a way, it pulls an amused chuckle from him.]
Those who bring us here do not care so much for urgent matters like that. We cannot leave of our own volition. But if they should choose to send you back, it will likely be to the time from which you were taken.
[He pauses, quirks an eyebrow, then adds,]
By the way, that thing is called a tree. If you are unfamiliar with such organisms, I feel compelled to ask - how precisely is it that you breathe?
[Even in the depths of space, his people brought trees. Of course they could create air supply and recycling systems, but the real thing was far better, not to mention that it also provided the familiarity of home.]
This meddling with time, it has happened to you in prior circumstances as well? This world is not my first experience with such things either.
I am not so certain about this 'ascending.' Granted, that would be the logical conclusion if the gods truly did bring us here to learn harmony, as they say, but the unwilling comings and goings of the people in this realm seem far more fickle than that. I am not certain there is anything one can do alter the duration.
tiime ii2 liike a fuckiing playground for 2ome of my friiend2. not two mentiion iit2 pretty fluiid for me. ii mean ii 2ee the future and 2hiit. u2ually.
2o youre 2ayiing were 2ubject two the whiim of force2 that dont have our be2t iintere2t2 at heart?? huh. iit2 famiiliiar at lea2t.
[text, detrolled for your comfort <3 1/2]2eeiingdoubleJune 28 2011, 01:11:19 UTC
Inner peace. Are you shitting me? You just try attaining inner peace when you have a hideous mutant brain making your think pan rattle around in constant metaphorical and actual pain, and you know for damn sure you're doomed to die twice, and you're pretty damn sure your friends' voices are pre-haunting you because of their imminent demise.
Sorry. That wasn't called for. It's. Actually not so bad here. A little quieter than usual in the, you know, hideous brain. Except for the sun. And the leaf-thing. Tree. What the fuck is its deal?
[voice, because she's too damn lazy to text ]in_starvationJune 28 2011, 01:56:08 UTC
[ Seeing all that, Jessica is just tempted to say, "Try being turned into a vampire against your will and be a fucking virgin forever so you can't ever have painless sex. Oh, and I can't go out of the sun and I miss chocolate so fucking much but I have to find somebody whose blood might resemble the taste of chocolate. I win."
But then she realizes it's pointless. Just pointless complaining and finger-pointing and she is so fucking tired of that. So she's just going to move along and just deal with it, like that old poster said. ]
It's a tree. They suck in sunlight and carbon dioxide.
[ At least, she thinks that's what trees are supposed to do. ]
But that tree is kinda fucked up. Too damn big to get around, for one thing.
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ii2 everyone here 2o eager to help 2tranger2??
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iit ii2n't pretty.
and i'm not doing it because i'm stupid or anything.
what's the point of typing like this?
all bland and boring and anonymous.
so what if my blood's yellow?
i'm not a snob.
ii dont know what a ryokan ii2.
ii2 iit a thiing that2 out of the 2un??
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Or maybe it's someone with some form of severe mental retardation?
Or maybe they're high?
Maybe they're trying to talk in a language that isn't their first language? Except that the Hitomi translates things, so they're no need for that, and it doesn't explain the random...
Wait. Wait. He's seen that before. He had gone through that video game phase, after all...
What the actual fuck is someone doing texting on the Hitomi in that kind of childish chatspeak..? And that still doesn't explain all the 'two' for 'to' and the other ridiculousness.
He cannot rationally respond to this person. Or at least, not until he scribbles down the text, corrects it in his notebook in red pen, and stares at it as it should be for a long moment.
He's still not sure that some of those words are... words.]
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Are you perhaps a child?
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except for the part about god2.
what2 a chiild??
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... and you really don't know what a child is? I thought this thing translated...
A child is an immature being, not an adult, not fully grown.
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Leo has read many things. Many, MANY things. But none of them quite so poorly written and... is that even supposed to be English? It seems like a childish attempt to maim the alphabet.
Maybe it's that horrendous text that makes it impossible to ignore. It kind of sits there as if taunting him until he figures it out. It's not just random. There is a system to it, albeit a strange one. That piques his curiosity enough to make him put up with the unique 'coding' and type out a response.]
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Who are you and where did you come from?
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iive ju2t never 2een one before.
kannagara huh.
2ure a2 fuck ii2nt alterniia.
you can call me tA.
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But then he notices the pattern, and while he doesn't understand why this person would speak in such a way, it pulls an amused chuckle from him.]
Those who bring us here do not care so much for urgent matters like that. We cannot leave of our own volition. But if they should choose to send you back, it will likely be to the time from which you were taken.
[He pauses, quirks an eyebrow, then adds,]
By the way, that thing is called a tree. If you are unfamiliar with such organisms, I feel compelled to ask - how precisely is it that you breathe?
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how the hell el2e would ii breathe.
great.
more tiime douchebaggery.
iit2 fuckiing deliiriiou2 bugna2ty two know iit happen2 everywhere ii go.
2o what now??
are we 2uppo2ed two pa22 through 2ome kiind of triial2 2o we can a2cend??
ii2 that a thiing that happen2 here??
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[Even in the depths of space, his people brought trees. Of course they could create air supply and recycling systems, but the real thing was far better, not to mention that it also provided the familiarity of home.]
This meddling with time, it has happened to you in prior circumstances as well? This world is not my first experience with such things either.
I am not so certain about this 'ascending.' Granted, that would be the logical conclusion if the gods truly did bring us here to learn harmony, as they say, but the unwilling comings and goings of the people in this realm seem far more fickle than that. I am not certain there is anything one can do alter the duration.
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a fuckiing playground for 2ome of my friiend2.
not two mentiion
iit2 pretty fluiid for me.
ii mean
ii 2ee the future and 2hiit.
u2ually.
2o youre 2ayiing were 2ubject two the whiim of force2 that dont have our be2t iintere2t2 at heart??
huh.
iit2 famiiliiar at lea2t.
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You are suppose to find your inner peace or whatever in this place. Have fun.
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Are you shitting me?
You just try attaining inner peace when you have a hideous mutant brain making your think pan rattle around in constant metaphorical and actual pain, and you know for damn sure you're doomed to die twice, and you're pretty damn sure your friends' voices are pre-haunting you because of their imminent demise.
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That wasn't called for.
It's.
Actually not so bad here.
A little quieter than usual in the, you know, hideous brain.
Except for the sun.
And the leaf-thing.
Tree. What the fuck is its deal?
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But then she realizes it's pointless. Just pointless complaining and finger-pointing and she is so fucking tired of that. So she's just going to move along and just deal with it, like that old poster said. ]
It's a tree. They suck in sunlight and carbon dioxide.
[ At least, she thinks that's what trees are supposed to do. ]
But that tree is kinda fucked up. Too damn big to get around, for one thing.
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