Homestuck: Another Session [Inactive]

SA: Okay!


>Jojo: Find your great aunt's ashes


Jojo heads back to where her great aunt's ashes were located in the living room of her house. She finds them in the exact spot and grabs them. Hopefully her mom would understand. Where was she anyway? Probably upstairs feeling utterly confused.


>Jojo: Now find that sprite!


She heads back to locate the sprite but it was gone! Must've wandered off. She hears a loud noise coming from the bathroom.


>Jojo: Look in the bathroom


Jojo opens the door to it by a crack and glanced inside. Yup it's in here all right and it's freaking out her mom. The noises were her mom throwing a bunch of her assortments of makeup at it having no effect on it.


>Jojo: Shoo the thing away from your mom


She shoos it away and the sprite floats out the door. Now's the time to throw the ashes in.


> Just do it already


She takes the ashes in one hand and tosses it at the sprite. Now the thing has turned into her great aunt with a strangely large amount of makeup. She blames her mom for that.





SA: There!


SA: This looks much better than before!
 
A young troll was napping in her hammock instead of her recuperacoon, seeing no use in going into a flat out sleep when she needed to be alert at any second. Today just happened to be the day that she would start playing SGRUB, despite her Lucus' warning. It's also the day she would get her name.


What will you name her?


[Lazybeak Birdbath]The young troll hopped out of her hammock in time to snap the naming bar into tiny bits and peices. TRY AGAIN YOU NUT!


[Kupala Tresof]


Much better.


You are KUPALA TRESOF, and you have not-too-many interests. You tend to enjoy TAKING CARE OF THE FOREST YOU LIVE IN, often times whipping the grey right off the hides of those who hurt it. You also seem to ENJOY SUMMONING YOUR FAMILIARS, though you only carried two stones at a time and never summoned anything stronger than you were. Your hive was minimally decorated, several bunches of shed wings, scales, leaves, and feathers through out it, most of it from your lucus' frequent coming and going. You, for some reason, ALSO TEND TO WATCH OTHER TROLLS. A LOT. Namely when they are in your forest.


Speaking of your lucus, the big thing lands in your hive with a whistle and a "FWOP!" leaves falling all around it and covered you in the dust from its scaled wings. You simply patted it on the leg, watching it curl up in your rather roomy treetop hive.


You opened your Hoottop and logged into trollian.


--forestsGuardian [FG] has started trolling a random troll ((i ran out of ideas and have no idea who is open, okay?))--


FG: ...


FG: The Woods Beith Too Silent And I am Bored.
 
FS: well thank god


MM: THERE IS A HOLE IN MY CEILING


MM: AND A HOLE IN MY LAPTOP


MM: HELLO


MM: WHY ARE SPACE ROCKS RAINING OUT OF THE SKY


MM: LAUDER!


MM: LEAIYO!
 
MM: THERE IS A HOLE IN MY CEILING


MM: AND A HOLE IN MY LAPTOP


MM: HELLO


MM: WHY ARE SPACE ROCKS RAINING OUT OF THE SKY


MM: LAUDER!


MM: LEAIYO!


charredArmageddon [CA] responded to memo.


CA: So.... I assume I missed a whole snazzy montage of business again?


(Sorry about my inactivity guys, I had a lot of work. I can reply more tomorrow and after that. Thank god Superbowl day is over.)
 
MM: MY COMPUTER BLEW UP


MM: MY COMPUTER IS A CRATER


MM: HELLO


MM: I AM GOING TO DIE, MY HOUSE IS ON FIRE


MM: ALEX


MM: HELP


MM: HEEEEEEELP
 
Alex latched on the roots lining the walls of a deep hole. At the bottom, a small capsule could be seen from where he has retrieved his game.


CA: Well you see, I'm admirably responding and scaling one of my uncle's masterpieces at the same time right now.


CA: Perhaps you can hold on being dead for a second until I get to the top?


CA: Because that'd be pretty sweet and all.
 
A young troll plays his flute in a...hey, wait, isn't this the guy from before? Looks like he isn't playing his flute, so we may now have his undivided attention. What will his name be?


[Loserface Chordwh0re]


The troll equips his TEAL SOULSTRUMMER from his Sylladex. He plays a string of notes that sail through the air and disperse your designated name for him, replacing it with two new words.


[Ce♪ico De♫t♪i]


Ugh, FIIIINE.


Your name is CERICO DENTRI. Some might say you are particularly MUSICALLY INCLINED, such that your notes echo throughout all existence, allowing you to communicate interdimensionally and obtain HANDY KNOWLEDGE that would otherwise be unobtainable. However, it is nearly impossible to control what kind of information you obtain, and so sometimes you simply stumble across random experiences from other people or INDECIPHERABLE GIBBERISH. Your hive is littered with VARIOUS INSTRUMENTS, some of which you play rather often, and some of which you never touch, and for good reason. You are pretty relaxed, and your LUSUS seems to share that sentiment. When you aren't being TOTALLY CHILL, you either play music or use your CHORDTOP to chat with your friends. Sometimes, your friends aren't quite as TOTALLY CHILL as you are, and they usually need help solving their NUMEROUS LIFE PROBLEMS. You do the best you can to assist them.


What will you do?


[ENGAGE IN CONVERSATION WITH FELLOW TROLLS]


You decide that would be a pretty good idea. You had to take a breather from talking with them for a few seconds, but now that you are TOTALLY CHILL again, you can continue. You approach your Chordtop, but it seems in the time it took for you to rest, it has locked up. You will need to take it out of sleep mode.


[RETRIEVE AZURE CONTEMPLATER FROM SYLLADEX]


Your Azure Contemplater is in your Sylladex. To retrieve it, you will need to utilize your Repeat After Me fetch modus. The modus will play a sequence of notes to you, and using either your own singing voice or an instrument, repeat the sequence back to the modus.


[JUST DO THE THING ALREADY]


You do the thing and successfully retrieve your Azure Contemplater, proceeding to your Chordtop and using your MUSICAL APTITUDE to unlock it. Looks like your friends didn't say much while you were taking a breather.


CD: death t♪ap?


CD: whateve♪ do you mea♫, co♪azo?
 
Well apparently you never checked if the other troll was online, so you log off of trollian. Today was also the release of SGRUB, which you had signed up for much to your displeasure as you were probably under the influence of topor slime. Regardless you might as well try it now that you've signed up.


And speak of the devil, the little capsule parachutes in through the hole in your roof, landing besides your lusus.


[collect it damn you]


You sigh and collect it, sending one of the YAPPLES from your captchalogue through the hole in your roof at a high speed. Damn it there goes your lunch!


[retrieve the copy from the capsule]


You attempt to retrieve the copy from the capsule which went into your captchalogue, which is set to DOMINANCE. Which means you have to whip the heck out of it. Luckily your sylladex is set to WHIPKIND and FAMILIARKIND.


[pull out your whip]


You pull out you whip, which was made out of vines around your Hive and some of the shed scales from your lusus, annoyed that this dang modus of yours likes to be dominated. Oh the utter disgust you have, you should probably get rid of it for a better one.


[if you have a problem, whip it, whip it good. just do the damn thing!]


You whip the dang card and get the capsule, cracking it open to retrieve the SGRUB copy. You should probably install it before everyone else starts which would probably kill you.


[installing SGRUB. please standby]


You are now waiting on standby, so you log back in to trollian and sit there until something happens.
 
A young troll practices her stances. Her eyes are closed and she appears calm. What shall we name her?


[Weirdo Ninjaface]


She looks up before glaring and taking out her BO STAFF. She proceeded to smash the name bar into the ground. Let's try that again, shall we?


[Arella Toivonen]


She nodded in satisfaction before going back to practicing her stances and fighting poses. She is surrounded by forest and paintings. Some might say she is entirely fond of art and her favorite BO STAFF. And they would be correct. She heard that a game called SGRUB would be coming out soon. Not entirely sure she would be playing it, she focused more on her fighting stances and poses.
 
A young troll sits on a cliff, her Clawtop, a normal laptop computer adorned with the bones of her hunts' success.


What will the name of this girl be?


Trollstink Bear-


The troll pulls out a voice amplifying device, looks it over, then points it up and screams at an extremely high octave, making the typer's screen crack and splinter, until they backspace. Only then does sheput it down, glare then go back to her laptop.


Corazo Aexped





Your name is Corazo Aexped.





Your interests-


No! This is no place for introducing interests! You're on a cliff!


GN: Oh good grief


GN: He's persuading Reyvox in2 this?


GN: Ugh!


GN: Definitely not playing now.
 
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CD: co♪azo, i must admit that i do ♫ot quite u♫de♪sta♫d you♪ i♫te♫se adversity to sg♪ub


CD: i♫deed, the game is ♪umo♪ed to be ♪athe♪ difficult, but...


CD: how do you k♫ow whethe♪ o♪ ♫ot you will like it u♫less you t♪y it?


CD: maybe it will be fu♫!


CD: now the♪e's somethi♫g you have♫'t expe♪ie♫ced i♫ a while :P
 
A little quiet troll was asleep in his bedroom. Little fowl PLOOSHIES lined the walls of his obscurely warped room. The room was pitch black, only with the glow of skewed floating objects drifting about as this little troll sleeps. Who is this little guy?


FATEYE CALOUSPUSS


The troll sluggishly wakes up, letting the hovering objects drop to the floor as his grimly glares at the name. Clearly cranky from his interrupted sleep, monochrome beams bursts from his eyes, eliminating the unwanted interruption to a crisp.


Well, guess if he insists, this fella is obviously…


CRESTEN HOUVLUX


Cresten was now aware that it was nighttime, his brief daytime hibernation has come to an end. Pity, sure, but OWL LUSUS sure sounded restless above, and he didn't want to leave her hungry. Better nab an update from his fellow trolls first though. He was always known to be the one behind on current events.


fowlConvulsion [FC] began trolling greenNinja [GN]


FC: Hell00 C00raz00. Apparently I slept l00nger than 00sual as always.


FC: Did I miss anything… again?


FC: Ph00ssz went 00n ab00ut y00u earlier, s00 I h00pe he didn’t b00ther y00u t00 t00 m00ch.


FC: I’m s00re he means well.


FC: I think.


FC: h00 h00.
 
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Corazo stared at her screen, an eye twitching.


GN: I haven't had fun in a while?


GN: ME?


GN: Whatever do you mean?


GN: Are you saying I'm not fun?


GN: Oh I see, I was more "fun"


GN: When I went on rampages daily and killed anyone that came near me,


GN: hunted thousands of lusii merely for the enjoyment of playing with the multicolored blood?!


GN: I WAS FUN THEN?


GN: SEVERAL PEOPLE WERE SCARRED AFTER ENCOUNTERING ME!


GN: IS THAT FUN?!


GN: IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL FUN, CERICO?!


GN: I am gone. Goodbye, bulgesucker!


greenNinja [GN] ceased responding to memo


She stared at her screen, stress and sadness bubbling over from the last few days, making green tears stream down her face She wiped her eyes before she stashed her Clawtop in her SKELETON modus and ran for her hive, wiping her face off. Clawdad, her four-eyed bear lusus looked at her and roared something at her, but she ignored it and dived into her mountainside respiteblock. Her Clawtop blipped at her, and she pulled out the rib off the skeleton that held her Clawtop, and looked at it, sniffled, then sat down and wiped her eyes some more.


fowlConvulsion [FC] began trolling greenNinja [GN]


FC: Hell00 C00raz00. Apparently I slept l00nger than 00s00al as always.


FC: Did I miss anything… again?


FC: Ph00sz went 00n ab00ut y00u earlier, s00 I h00pe he didn’t b00ther y00u t00 t00 m00ch.


FC: I’m s00re he means well.


FC: I think.


FC: h00 h00.


GN: Hi, Cresten.


GN: Oh yeah.


GN: Oh, you know, Phossz is Phossz.


GN: Cerico is going on about something crazy.


GN: You know.


GN: The norm.
 
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Alex struggled in the ascension, eyeing the top of the ditch with a frown. He’s going to have to take a different approach.


[PURSUE THE CAPSULE… AGAIN]


If his Uncle was good for one thing, it was hording… other than digging. Regardless, Alex hopped back down to the capsule full of sweet Joey’s memories and useless antiques. But among those inelegant excuse for memories was his old PC.


[RETRIEVE CRAPTOP]


The old junk had an image Napoleon Dynamite stickered on the front, it’s irrelevancy to any aspect of his life was unbearable. Perhaps his uncle wanted to treasure the idiocy of past life in his expected future. But the photo had to be quickly disregarded, since Alex was now prepared to dive into this SBURB business.


CA: I lies.


CA: I meant lied. Like to me not being able to.. uh... yeah moving on.


CA: I'm installing the game now.


CA: Though my connection won’t be that great on this poor excuse of a computer.


CA: Uhhh, so I’ll make this quick, the saving you and all.


CA: There no side effects I should be aware of, right?


CA: Of joining the session an all?


CA: Because I’m definitely already worried.
 
FC: The term “n00rm” is alarming in itself.


FC: And having “crazy” ass00ciated is j00st dire emphasis.


FC: Sh00ld I ask what he’s b00thering y00u ab00ut?


FC: If y00u d00 ‘t want t00 tell me that’s fine.


FC: B00t telling me is g00d t00.


FC: Nice t00 tell pe00ple things.


FC: B00t it’s 00kay if it b00thers y00u.


FC: It’s j00st g00d to let it 00ut s00metimes.


FC: 00r sleep it 00ff.


Cresten leaned back to stare into the darkness of his hive. Perhaps he was being too assertive?


---


CA: Oh pshaaw, leave this flashy lifesaving business to me!


CA: No one could do it better!


CA: Cause I have the wit and skills to do it of course.


CA: Don’t you worry about a thing!


It was taking an awfully long time to load, so it wasn’t like he was stalling or anything.


CA: Ah! I mean now.


CA: Now is the time I’m your savior! Haha!


Upon it’s finished installment, Dana’s whereabouts came up on his monitor.


CA: Hey! I see you!


CA: Imminent doom and all!


CA: Though why couldn't this be the other way around, you’d finally get to see how fashionable I am.


CA: I mean whoa, shit there’s a timer and…


Alex was quick to mindlessly deploy machines, trying hard not to put such emphasis on its orientation and placement. Though it can’t be helped that each machine was lined side by side in a rhythmic order, oh how admirable. Though, the session staggeringly yet efficiently pushed on to the point of a temporary success.


CA: Whoa, did I do it?


CA: Or did I killsd youd?


CA: *kill you


CA: Geez, such ominous emphasis.
 
Land of Silence and Skulls

​




Trees protruded from the ground. But these weren't ordinary trees.


They were made of bones. Human bones, animal bones, a mixture of the two. And skulls grew out of the branches like leaves. The air was dank and musty, the sky was dark, and there was a deafening silence. Not even a single sound, nothing.


MM: ...I'm fine.


MM: I think.


MM: Good grief this is creepy.


MM: Are those...


MM: Skulls?





FC: B00t telling me is g00d t00.


FC: Nice t00 tell pe00ple things.


FC: B00t it’s 00kay if it b00thers y00u.


FC: It’s j00st g00d to let it 00ut s00metimes.


FC: 00r sleep it 00ff.


GN: ... Do you think I was more fun before I had a Moirail?


GN: Be honest with me, okay?


GN: I'm kind of... Having a bad day...


GN: Stressful.

​
 
CA: Hey, I know a skull when I see one!


CA: Except I can’t see very far from your home,


CA: so let’s assume yes for good measures.


--


GN: ... Do you think I was more fun before I had a Moirail?


GN: Be honest with me, okay?


GN: I'm kind of... Having a bad day...


GN: Stressful.


FC: Depends 00n y00u definiti00n 00f f00n.


FC: I think y00ur m00ch nicer th00ugh with a M00irail.


FC: Anyways did Ph00ssz say that?


FC: If y00u tell him he’s n00t fun back, he’d take it j00st as 00fencively.


FC: H00 h00.


FC: 00h, 00r make him m00re an00ying.


FC: Nevermind d00n't d00 that.
 
FC: Depends 00n y00u definiti00n 00f f00n.


FC: I think y00ur m00ch nicer th00ugh with a M00irail.


FC: Anyways did Ph00ssz say that?


FC: If y00u tell him he’s n00t fun back, he’d take it j00st as 00fencively.


FC: H00 h00.


FC: 00h, 00r m00re an00ying.


GN: Phossz and Cerico may have hinted at that.


GN: Yeah.


GN: *sigh*


GN: Sometimes.


GN: Those 2 will be the end of me someday.





MM: Oh good grief


MM: I really don't like it here.


MM: I wanna go back!
 
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FC: H00 h00.


FC: 00nly if y00u let them be!


FC: At least that’s what my 00wl L00s00s t00ld me.


FC: She’s s00 wise, isn’t she?


FC: B00t if y00u like being with y00u M00irail then d00n’t let it b00ther y00u.


FC: She’s nice t00 anyways.


FC: S00mtimes.


FC: Like y00u.


FC: Why d00es it matter if y00ur b00ring anyways?





--





CA: According to my amazing intuition that's impossible.


CA: But what IS possible is possible finding out what to do next.


CA: Uhh, mind asking the others what that might be?


CA: I have to go check if I'm going to die or not right now.


CA: My in-earth perception doesn't tell me much,


CA: And that makes me a bit worried.


CA: I haven't seen my Uncle either.
 
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GN: I haven't had fun in a while?


GN: ME?


GN: Whatever do you mean?


GN: Are you saying I'm not fun?


CD: um, co♪azo


GN: Oh I see, I was more "fun"


GN: When I went on rampages daily and killed anyone that came near me,


GN: hunted thousands of lusii merely for the enjoyment of playing with the multicolored blood?!


GN: I WAS FUN THEN?


CD: co♪azo, i did♫'t mea♫ it.


GN: SEVERAL PEOPLE WERE SCARRED AFTER ENCOUNTERING ME!


GN: IS THAT FUN?!


GN: IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL FUN, CERICO?!


GN: I am gone. Goodbye, bulgesucker!


CD: co♪azo, wait


greenNinja [GN] ceased responding to memo


CD: ... 
A young troll sits on a ledge and looks off into the distance, thinking. He was previously engaged in a conversation, but disagreements brought things to an end. By the looks of things, he's getting ready to leave. We'd better make this faZt. What will his name be?


[sTREETNUB MOTO-wooZh


Wha-where'd he go? Oh, there he is. He's a fast one, ain't he? Better say it before he runZ off again.


[sTREETNUB- Zpeed


Damn...there he is! Quick, just say it already!


[sTREETNUB MOTORBULGE]


Looks like the troll is impartial to this name. What else is new. These guys are no fun.


[PHOSSZ REYVOX]


Your name is PHOSSZ REYVOX. In the time it took to issue your standard issue introductory insult, you managed to haul yourself all the way back to your hive, which is filled mostly with COMPUTING EQUIPMENT and VARIOUS ROBOTIC PARTS. You have many hobbies. You enjoy PROGRAMMING, and you are quite the crack shot at it, if you do say so yourself. You have devised many programs for increasing computing efficiency, as well as others for exploiting security systems and rushing through firewalls. Along with your computing prowess, you are also proficient in ROBOTICS. You enjoy building robots, setting them to kill mode, and RACING THEM TO THE DEATH. You are exceptionally fast. So fast, that you need bionic feet augmentations to prevent your feet from disintegrating from the SHEER VELOCITIES you reach. The presence of a natural-borne ability seems to be prevalent in your blood caste. Your blood caste is also full of HUGE ASSHOLES, and you are no exception.


What are you going to do?


[EXAMINE SONIC BELT SPEED ANALYZER]


Ah, yes. Every time you wake up, you hop on this baby mostly for the exercise, but it also helps you see if you are getting any faster and making improvements. It is fitted to prevent anything slower than the speed of light from dismantling it in any way. This thing is one heavy-duty piece of badass.


[GET ON THE TREADMILL THINGY]


It's not a treadmill! Besides, you already used it today. Perhaps later. Right now, you've got more important things to take care of. For instance, you've got to contact a certain trigger-happy cohort of yours before he sends himself and the surrounding area into orbit.


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FC: H00 h00.


FC: 00nly if y00u let them be!


FC: At least that’s what my 00wl L00s00s t00ld me.


FC: She’s s00 wise, isn’t she?


FC: B00t if y00u like being with y00u M00irail then d00n’t let it b00ther y00u.


FC: She’s nice t00 anyways.


FC: S00mtimes.


FC: Like y00u.


FC: Why d00es it matter if y00ur b00ring anyways?


GN: Yeah, she seems pretty wise.


GN: While my lusus is just uhh...


The young troll looks at her slobbering, slack jawed four-eyed bear lusus, and blinks, then goes back to her computer.


GN: my Lusus.


GN: Ha, our lusii are probably polar opposites.
 
greenNinja [GN] ceased responding to memo


CD: ...


GG: Oh Dear...


GG: I Guess I Will Continue Discussing These Matters With You Later.


gaianGarden [GG] ceased responding to memo


A young lady troll stands in her well lit and plant filled hive. What will her name be?


[PRISSY DIRTFACE]





She gives a look of disgust. What kind of name is that? TRY AGAIN UNCOUTH SCUM!


[Terain Demops]


Her name is TERAIN DEMOPS and she is one of the few of her kind who can withstand the BLISTERING ALTERNIAN SUN and enjoy it. As such she has taken interest in the fun of GARDENING and LANDSCAPING. Basically anything NATURAL interests her. Exploring things about the HUMAN WORLD is something she'd love to do more of. She is one of the few of her kind with JADE BLOOD and has the rare GIANT KAGU lusus for it. Her trolltag is gaianGarden and speaks Very Properly. What will she do?


[Pick up axe]


The axe? This thing is only used for her hobbies! And other things if necessary...


[Answer CP]


Your other friend is online now. Better answer her.





carelessPixie [CP] started trolling gaianGarden [GG]


CP: hey terain.


CP: teraaaiiinnn!


CP: gurl!


GG: What Is It?


CP: yay!


CP: yo+u answered!


CP: yo+u wanna play sgrub?


GG: I Was Just Discussing This Topic.


GG: My Answer Is No.


CP: wwhhyy no+t?!


GG: It Does Not Look Very Safe.


GG: I Don't Want Any Of My Friends In Danger.


GG: Especially Corazo.


CP: laame. D:


CP: I'm still do+ing it!


CP: with co+rean of co+urse!


CP: s*** i still need to+ ask her...


GG: Why Don't You Do That Now Then?


GG: I Need To Think More About Doing This.


CP: ugh fine i will.


CP: unless she messages me first.


CP: so+metimes we have this freaky telepathic like thing where we message each o+ther right when the o+ther was go+ing to+.


CP: craazy crap that is.


GG: What An Interesting Matespritship You Two Have.


GG: Farewell!


CP: byee!


carelessPixie [CP] ceased trolling gaianGarden [GG]
 
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fishyMechanical [FM] Began trolling gaianGarden [GG]


FM: Shello, Terain!


FM: Have you heard from Corazo?


FM: I heard she had a bit of a glubbing breakdown.


FM: Man, I could sea her on that little cliff of hers from my hive.


GM: And thats underwater.
 
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