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[desirenhate]

[There is a rumble throughout all the planets, and a series of strange flashes, green, white, and red, throughout the sky

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[possible wounding, let's see how this goes??]

[advance_us_fair]

This is the second time this week you've felt an overwhelming something nudging at your senses. It's immediately apparent that this time, however, whatever it is has happened much, much closer, as you find bewildered consorts and underlings that you don't recognise - and then some that you do, because you know these stupid furbeasts that are busy gawking at their reflections in the glass of LOSAG.

You think you hear a scream and there's no words to describe the amount of bad vibes you are feeling right now. You almost wish you hadn't decided to split off from Ridian for a while like you had.

[desirenhate]

Through the purple haze of your rage, you spot a troll off in the distance. You need to kill him. You aren't sure why, but then, nothing in you is asking that. It's there, and it needs to not be there.

From quite a distance, you hurl your harpoon at the troll, aiming for a quick kill.

[advance_us_fair]

Never let it be said you don't trust your instints - or your ears, in this case. Over the noise of the waves and the lightning and some of your consorts clammering about you, you hear a whistling sounds that is differently unnatural that sends shivers up your spine. If only you could do that space thing ... but you can't, not yet, despite working slowly back up your echeladder, so instead you dive in the direction your instincts/ears direct you, bowling over consorts and whirling around just in time to see a harpoon imbed itself into the glass.

mother grub!! what the fuck!!!

[desirenhate]

Well, now you've lost your weapon, and that just makes you even more angry. Now what are you going to do?

You charge forward, of course, switching over to your other specibus- the rather unimpressive LIGHTERKIND.

Your powers as the Sage of Soul are nothing impressive yet. You have never bothered with them, instead preferring to take the easy way as much as possible. So you can't do much. But you can, for example, use the flame from an ordinary FLIPPY LIGHTER to throw a fireball at some teal thing that needs to burn.

Anything short of death is fair game I guess

[aurifextemporis]

The light only barely managed to pierce the dusty stratosphere of LODAM, but the scream was perfectly audible even here.

Somehow.

Yes, you definitely recognize it. This matter will likely require your attention shortly. You head back to your hive.

[desirenhate]

In a quirk of unfortunate timing, you drop out of the gate to LODAM right as this troll, all but unrecognizable through the haze of fury, returns.

Not one to waste a good opportunity, you throw your harpoon, aimed right for the stomach.

[aurifextemporis]

Taken by surprise, you attempt to redirect the harpoon with your telekinesis, but you are slightly too slow and it grazes your side anyway. You stagger slightly, and instinct takes over as you fling the weapon far out of reach and draw your daggers, PHOSPHORUS AND HESPERUS.

Then you realize whose harpoon you just got sliced by.

Agnira

[desirenhate]

There is no reply. You do not give even a faint glimmer of recognition of your friend.

You switch specibi, withdrawing a simply FLIPPY LIGHTER. Using your powers as the SAGE OF SOUL, you take the little flame from the lighter, and turn it into a good head-sized fireball to throw at this troll.

[ironicicon]

The rumbles were bad enough- the light show only made the fact that shit was going down more obvious. At least most of it seemed to be outside the session- at least until that last bit. Unfortunately, you're pretty sure it's that last bit you have to be worried about. Messing with SBURB mechanics wasn't ever really your thing.

The murderous rampage, on the other hand? Not expected, but not entirely unmanageable. Or it wouldn't be, if you were willing to kill the kid. As it stands though, you're really not going to let her get away with this little tantrum.

After all, what right does she have, after this little glitch of hers?

well now ain't this something right here
gotta say
you're the last one I expected to go all Mike Myers on us
but then he was a pretty slow quiet motherfucker too wasn't he
oh well
the fuck're you doing kid

[desirenhate]

A question you will ask yourself quite a bit after this little rampage ends. In the meantime, though, you don't give any sign of understanding a word that has been said. However, even through your hazy recognition of the world at the moment, you recognize that this is not a good opponent, and frankly, you are likely about to get your ass kicked.

This only serves to make you even angrier.

You flick open your LIGHTER and, using your powers as the SAGE OF SOUL, shoot a continuous stream of flame from the lighter at the strange alien.

[ironicicon]

hell're you aiming way over there for

The fire's a surprise- but not enough of one that you can't dodge it pretty easily. You come up behind her, jabbing the hilt of your sword into her back- and you don't do it lightly either. You figure this'll do one of two things- make her realize she's outclassed, or make her flip out even worse.

If it's the second one, then it's gonna suck to be her for a few days.

[desirenhate]

Unfortunately, you've realized you were outclassed since the start. Some little bits of your normal intelligence and personality are recalled even during these rages, and one of them is the Sgrub accounting for guardians in the game. You know you are plenty screwed.

The knock sends you forward, but you spin around, switching SPECIBI as you do, and swing your HARPOON at the alien's stupid pointy sunglasses.

[anything that's not death is cool :|b]

[awkwardtrolltle]

Whatever is going on alarms you a bit. In one of your dumber moves, you go to investigate the moment you hear the scream.

You ignore the unfamiliar and familiar imps and consorts-- they're not as important as everything else right now.

[desirenhate]

You drop out of the side of your hive, several stories up, throwing your harpoon at the ground to shatter some ice at the side. You enter the water with a rather undramatic splash, as the ice over water in the area begins to crack. Footholds, obviously, are left rather unsteady as a result.

[awkwardtrolltle]

Alright, yeah, you're pulling out your fishing pole and knife and getting ready for a fight. There's... something that's really off about this whole thing.

Of course, with the ice that you're standing on cracking, you quickly move to a place where you can stand safely. You may be a seatroll, but you are not ready to jump into ice cold water at the moment.

[desirenhate]

A harpoon flies out of the water, aimed at where Drilla last was. A rope attached to the end, when the spear meets no resistance, tightens and is yanked back into the water.

idk let's see how this goes

[diplomalice]

Don't be ridiculous, they said. 'Why in the world are you worried about quadrants at a time like this?' This incident, you decide, is going to be politely and articulately rubbed in everyone's faces for quite some time. Especially certain trolls who made it a point to disavow your... concerns.

Even if you were only looking for entertainment. Can you call them, or can you call them?

Still, you figure you should at least try and put a stop to this nonsense- if only for the exercise. After all, most of the imps aren't really a challenge anymore. While you doubt that she's coherent enough to understand you, you still feel as if you should give her a chance to stop herself before you do it for her.

...really nΦw...
...I think that's quite enΦugh Φf that...

She did indeed call it.

[desirenhate]

You are, as assumed, not nearly coherent enough to understand.

That's why you, as you have described in a thread above, shoot a fireball from a lighter at this other purple troll.

she's good at what she does man

[diplomalice]

...ah...

Well, you can't say you're really all that surprised by the reaction, and you only move far enough that the heat is a little more on the side of warming than burning. That sure is a neat trick-

You certainly hope she doesn't mind you retaliating by using it against her.

[desirenhate]

You most certainly do mind, rolling to the side and neatly avoiding the fireball.

Wait, why does it smell like something's burning?

Oh god damn it your hair is on fire.

It only takes you a moment to put the fire out with your powers, but that is also a moment where you are distracted from your opponent.